"I really have no words Aayat. I am guilty here, to have such an upbringing for my son. Yes, we did give him everything he desires, and probably that is why he doesn't value them for long. And also maybe we just never taught him to accept things the way they are, when they don't go our ways. It is our fault Aayat. I can't face you, Aayat. But I just wanted to tell you, to not forgive him. I am not here to justify my son, because what is wrong, is wrong, irrespective of who did it. He deserves to be alone now, understand the pain he has given you, understand that he was wrong. I am sorry Aayat, I had always consider you as my daughter, but here I failed. I failed to give my daughter a better life, and how much I hate to admit it, it was because of my son, for which my daughter is bought up to such a condition." Aamna spoke as she stood in front of Aayat.

"Please mom, don't tell that. You were and are the best mom for me. You don't have to be sorry for something that wasn't even your fault. I am sorry mom, I can't be with him anymore. No matter how much I try to convince myself, it just doesn't happen. I lost my sister mom, and that too because of my husband? I don't want to be in such a marriage, where I was nothing, but just being used. I am sorry mom, I can't." Aayat replied slowly

"I know my dear, I am not here to convince you about it, but to stand for you, at least now. I am guilty of what my son has done. Don't ever forgive him Aayat, we lost an innocent life in this." She continued, as tears streamed down her eyes.

Aayat stood near her window, as her eyes fell upon the family pictures all around her room. Moving towards them she pulled out all the frames from it's place in anger and threw it down.

She didn't know how she gathered the courage, not to talk to him, but to tell him about divorcing her. It was something that she had never wanted even in these four months of their distance. But she was done fighting with herself, fighting with other people around, be it for or against him.

She was so used to being with him, that now staying away, she was tired of the life in which he wasn't a part. She would try not to admit, but she did miss him.

After all, her love was genuine, and she had never wanted to move away from him, but he realized his love late, which bought their relationship to this state.

Probably if she had known about him and his love, and the reason to why he accepted to marry her in place of her sister, earlier, she would have given him a chance, she would have stayed with him.

But now what about the divorce she had talked about to him. She knew she didn't want it. The state she was in, always got her in the confusion of staying with him, by forgetting every thing he did, or by standing against the wrong he had done, and the mess that was created in her life.

Her love for him had bought her into such a condition, where she is stuck. She can't come out of it, no matter how hard she tried.

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She opened the envelope slowly, her hands trembling as she took out the papers. It was a very big decision, which she didn't want to take. But the papers in front of her, and the pen in her hand, her one step, would end things between them.

She hesitated to do so. No matter how much she didn't want to be with him, how much she tried to stay away, she never wanted to separate completely, and that's what her heart kept reminding her. Her love for him, was a little too much than the revenge he had, and that was why she didn't want to give up on this relationship.

But she also knew this wouldn't work anymore. The relationship in which she didn't want to be, where lies had always taken its place, where she felt so betrayed, where she felt used, she didn't want to go back.

It wasn't easy for her, or even for him.