Severance Of Ties

Chapter Forty Two

"Aunt....aunt he..." Mushk wasn't able to control her tears, after a long time she got a shoulder to cry on, to complain, and her tear ducts weren't closing.

Narrating everything to Yasmin who froze hearing all her words, Mushk was still hiccuping, when Hana came in furiously, wiping her tears and bringing water. She and Irtaza heard each and everything, even the part which they shouldn't have heard.

Mushk clutches on Yasmin's shoulder and cries, till her tears are completely gone and soon she goes into a peaceful slumber feeling love and comfort.

Irtaza still stood at the corner, still trying to grasp her words. He knew they were going to haunt him till death, he couldn't even fathom that Zohan would do this to Mushk.

A Husband will do this to his wife, her each painful sob, each painful word, was stuck in his mind. He couldn't believe that Zohan....raped his own wife.

His jaw clenched in anger, if he would've known about this before, he would've killed that piece of shit then and there. His fists loosen when he feels a tiny hand opening it and holding it tightly.

He looks down to see Mujtaba standing there, teary eyed looking at his aunt who was finally, after a long time sleeping peacefully in Yasmin's lap, as she continues to caress her hair.

Irtaza sits on his knee and holds Mujtaba's hand who was looking down, tears dripping from his eyes.

"What's wrong champ?" Irtaza softly asks Mujtaba, wiping his tears simultaneously.

"Dad always told me to protect mom and aunt, uncle. Dad must be so disappointed in me." Mujtaba whispers to him.

"Who said you didn't protect your aunt? You placed the letters right? Look, I saw them and here you all are, safe! So you saved her baby. Now cheer up and go to Hana aunt, she is waiting for you." motioning Hana to take him inside, he turns towards his mother. Yasmin gestures to his son to come closer, Irtaza moves and bends down towards his mother who whispers something in his ears making his eyes widen.

"Come on now, take her to Hana's room, we can't disturb her sleep now, can we?" Yasmin tells her son, looking at him smugly who was still trying to comprehend his mothers whisper.

Shaking his head, he moves a little closer and easily picks her up, in his safe arms which has always promised protection, love and security, all the things Mushk craved for.

She lightly stirs in his arms making him stop wherever he was. He stood still like a statue, not moving an inch, making his mother giggle at his son's cuteness.

Seeing her getting comfortable in his arms, a small smile crept up his face and he moved towards Hana's room.

Placing her on bed, He covers her with a duvet and keeps her hand on her stomach.

He notices the red and purple markings on her hand, but it was not marking, it was a bruise.0000