《You Who Touched My Life (Completed)》ch 26
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I saw Naila shivering in her sleep. She had a wet cloth on her forehead and her face was red. I touched her neck... she was burning up.
I opened the drawer and took out the medicine the doctor gave. Ayesha filled half a glass of water and then dissolved the tablet in it. Gently lifting her head, I leaned her on my chest as I brought the glass to her lips making her drink. Her face changed. It must've been bitter. I laid her back again. Her temperature must've increased because of the cold IV drip. It's normal though but I was too worried to leave her alone.
I woke up feeling much better, it was morning now. I looked beside me and Ayesha was sleeping soundly. I smiled moving her hair from her face and gently kissing her forehead. She moaned in her sleep turning away.
Aww, my cute little baccha.
I felt a presence on my right. I gasped to find Kaif sitting on the floor. He had fallen asleep resting his head on the bed beside me. It made me smile and I moved my fingers through his soft hair. He groaned in his sleep.
"Kaif....wake up." I whispered gently sitting up.
He lifted his head grogily but when he looked at me he sat up alarmed.
"Naila! Are you ok? Is your fever down? Are you thirsty....do you need anything."
I giggled weekly.
"I'm fine."
He touched the side of my neck making me shiver.
"You're fever's down. Alhumdullilah! Are you cold?"
"Would you hold me if I was?" I said.
I might be imaging it but I guess he blushed a little. I blushed to for saying such a thing soo boldly.
"Didi." Ayesha moaned. I turned to her, Kaif looked away like a gentleman as she was stretching in her sleep.
"Ji baccha?" I said.
She abruptly sat up mortified sensing Kaif's presence she quickly straightened her dupatta.
"You're awake Didi. Alhumdullilah!" She hugged me.
"Let me bring something for you to eat. Should I make some porridge? Wait a few minutes I'll be back. She whispered in my ear then,
"You two take your time." She giggled and ran out.
Kaif tilted his head at me confused.
He got up and sat beside me.
"Do you need anything else?"
I shook my head.
"You know, I should really stay in bed like this for a few days. I'm really enjoying the VIP treatment I'm getting from Mr CEO and my baby sister." I joked.
He chuckled.
"I could take some days off. Desai would be pissed though as he'll have to do overtime."
Yes, I was still scared as hell about last night but having Kaif beside me....it felt better.... I felt save and I could smile like this without a worry.
"The police will come to take your statement later. Eat up first, freshen up then I'll call them. Ok?"
I nodded.
"Naila....". He looked serious.
"Hm."
"There's something I need to confess.' he said. My heart jumped. Don't tell me....is he going to....oh my!
"Y...yes." I couldn't stop that smile on my face.
"The attack last night.... wasn't a chance encounter. It's somehow my fault."
"What do you mean?" I looked at him perplexed.
He sighed heavily.
"Also, the chandelier falling at the Product launch party wasn't an accident either. It was planned to hurt you....by Ridhima."
My hand flew to my mouth. The IV needle was still in my veins making it hurt a little.
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"W...why would she do that? What did I ever do to her?" I said shaking.
"Because you're my wife and she can't bear to see our closeness. She once told me that, she would never allow any other woman to be more important to me than her. She's doing this to break us apart."
All those incidents kept playing in my head. The fear I felt back then....was all creeping in my heart all at once.
"If we don't do this then we won't get paid..."
I remembered that man's words.
That woman hates me enough to have acid thrown on me and.... she'd been trying to kill me just because I'm Kaif's wife?!
"That day, when I ditched our plans for the movie.... I lied about the meeting being late. Actually, I had to go meet her. She called me after years, threatening me that she'd hurt you again if I don't meet her. So I went to meet her in a hotel room." He said guilty.
I looked at him frightened. Tears blinding my vision.
"D....did you .... did she do anything...."
"No no.... ofcourse not." He shook his head desperately.
"I could never. I had to convince her somehow so I lied to her that you don't mean anything to me so that she could back off from you, but maybe she noticed us together and..... planned yesterday's attack."
It was all too hard to digest. Someone was trying to kill me....a psychopath. The woman who raped my husband was now trying to kill me..... I almost died twice because....she wants Kaif?!
"Naila..." Kaif whispered desperately and brought his hand forward to touch my cheeks but I slapped his hand away flinching.
"Don't!" I whimpered. I looked away from him.
"Please leave me alone.... please go for now ... please...." I begged him.
"I'm sorry." I heard him slowly before he left.
I met Ayesha as she was coming in with a tray of porridge and ORS in her hand. She looked at me confused but didn't question me. I stood outside the door out of site.
"Didi, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I heard Ayesha say.
At last, what I dreaded about the most has finally happened.....Naila hates me too.
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"Oh boss, you're back to work already? How's bhabhi? I heard about yesterday. You should've stayed with her."
I ignored Desai and went to my cabin shutting the door. I sank on my chair throwing my head back, closing my eyes and sll I could see was Naila.
The night I saved her....or rather she saved me, our nikah, how we hated eachother before, the way we fought like kids almost 10 times everyday, our honeymoon, first kiss, when I told her my truth, the way she threw her arms around me as if she's the only one who understood me, our kiss, then both the accidents and then the horrified look on her face just now.
She hated you Kaif....Naila hates you!
I hated myself too now, I am pathetic and horrified. The mixed strong emotions that I felt, the ache in my heart cascaded down my cheek in a form of a single tear.
Someone like me can never get love... I was a fool to even hope for it. The Monsters of my past would devour my happiness....the monster named Ridhima!
'No one would love you. But your Ridhima Maasi would always love you. I'll be never leave you slone like the rest of them.'
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She had said.....she was right...no one would love me....
I got up walking towards the window. The sky was grey and melancholic just like me. I wish I could do the same as the clouds..... pouring out my emotions.... saying what feel. I'm just soo pathetic aren't I?
Mom sat with me as the lady police officer Kirti Lamba took my statement. She was sweet and patient with me as I explained my horrific incident.
"Those men still haven't spitting out who asked them to do this. They said they just talked on phone with that person and were going to receive money in their account. It was a burner phone so we can't trace the number and as they didn't receive any money we can't find the account either. But don't worry Mrs Alam, we'll find out soon. Till then take care. We'll be in touch." She said and left.
Mom gave me my medicines and Ayesha had already left for college. She moved her hand gently through my hair looking at me worried.
"They are still investigating. We cannot figure out who's doing this. Whether it's a business rival or someone else and why r they targetting an innocent girl like u but don't worry soon Kaif will become the Director and then you can be free from this marriage and him." Mom said.
Warm tears found their way out again and before I knew it I was crying.
"Oh my baby!" Mom hugged me.
Be free from this marriage? Free from Kaif? Is that the only way I can be safe....can I really....live without him. Should I really do that?
"Desai, inform the driver to get the car ready." I ordered him.
"But Boss, look at the weather. It's going to rain heavily today and you know how mumbai roads get flooded easily. It's dangerous. I can just cancel today's meeting." He said.
"No, it's fine, I can go there alone, you don't need to accompany me. Just get me the documents. The driver doesn't have to come either. I can drive on my own." I said.
"But Boss..."
"I said I'm going!" I yelled at him and regretted immediately.
"Sorry.... I'll bring the documents." He said looking down and was gone.
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It was a 2 hour drive. I set the location on to the GPS and put the car in ignition. I needed to distract myself before I went crazy and if by chance I couldn't make it....then maybe, it would be better for everyone.
I did salaam after finishing my Isha Namaaz. It was raining soo heavily that I couldn't even see the front gate through the window. It was thundering soo loud and lighting soo bright that it made me scream with fright occasionally. It was an off season rain storm. All the female staff were asked to leave home early. But being alone wasn't what scared me.
He wasn't back home yet!
I called him but his phone was switched off. I called Mr Arnav he told me Kaif had left for a meeting hours ago but wasn't back yet....nor was any news of him. I was dying of anxiety.
Ya Allah.... please send him home safely....send him back to me please....
The clock kept ticking, I kept pacing the living room, it was almost midnight now and he still wasn't back. The news on TV was making me more anxious. The roads had flooded already.
One news made me sink on the floor.
"A black BMW near Thane district has been struck by lightning. The driver of the car has lost his life and his body is brutality damaged unable to be recognised. He seems from an influential family wearing an expensive blue suit....."
K... Kaif drives a black BMW too. He was wearing a blue suit too. Mr Arnav said he was going near that area too...
Ya Allah....no.... please no.
I had faith that it won't be him but still I was soo scared. I lifted myself from the ground and ran out in the rain. I stood at the gate waiting for him.
He'll come back.... he'll definitely come back....he has to come back.....you have to send him back safely to me..... please.....oh God please....
"Madam what are you doing?! Please go inside!" The security guard was yelling but I paid no heed to his words. I'd rather die in this spot if he doesn't come back.... So he has to come back.....he has to....for me.
The heavy rain drops felt like needles on my body.... I was getting cold....but I didn't move I just waited for him.... praying for him. I couldn't see anything ahead. Just standing was becoming more and more difficult....but I didn't budge.
Come back.... please come back Kaif..... please
I saw a silhouette coming towards me.... running. My face split into a grin. It was him.....he was back! Kaif was back!
My body felt heavy and my knees were giving out. I could hear his distant voice calling my name. Everything was so blur. A pair of strong arms grabbed me....
"Kaif!" I mumbled before everything went dark .....again.
"Naila!" I screamed as I held her unconscious body in my arms. What was this crazy girl doing outside in such a storm. I picked her up in my arms and rushed to the house.
My car broke down on the way so I had to leave it and take a local train which thanks to her I had a bit practice of. It wasn't crowded at this time either. I luckily found a taxi whom I paid double to get here. I noticed her silhouette in the heavy rain and ran to her.
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I laid her on the bed. She was shivering badly and her entire body had gone cold! This reckless girl! She was already to sick. How long was she standing there like that! We both are completely soaked. Her clothes need to be changed and there's no female in the house either. Damn it!
What do I do?!
I hastily took off my wet coat and shirt discarding it on the floor. Running to the bathroom I filled a bucket with cold water and again carried her inside. Making her sit in the tub I poured mugs of hot water from over her head. Her shivering stopped a bit. Alhumdullilah!
I had no choice.... I had to change her clothes myself. I carried her out again laying her back on the bed. A found her new pair of clothes in the wardrobe. Shit! She was still shaking.
"Naila.... don't worry."
"Kaif....kaif..." She whispered my name.
"I'm right here...." I sat beside her.
"How could you do this to me? Why do you....make me.... suffer soo much?!" She sobbed, her eyes still closed.
"I'm sorry Naila....you won't have to suffer anymore..."
"Kaif.... I don't want to leave you.....why does everyone wants....us to separate.... I don't want to.... don't you know....how much I love you?"
I froze at her words. Did she just say.....that she.... No! I must've heard wrong. She's not herself right now. But does that mean she doesn't hate me? That thought made me soo happy. Naila doesn't hate....she doesn't!
"I haven't even told you yet how much I love you...." She whimpered.
"I love you Kaif.... I love you soo much..."
Her eyes slightly opened and my heart skipped. She looked at me soo longingly. Her clothes had gotten transparent by now. She raised both her hands....
"Kaif....kiss me.... please."
I swallowed hard blinking at her in confusion. My heart throbbing in my chest.
"Kaif!"
Oh God....this was driving me crazy. My breathing fastened. The way she takes my name.....the longing in her eyes.... I was losing control on my desires, sweet dripping off me. I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and capturing her lips with mine.
We kissed madly, she was soo weak yet she kissed me like she needed me to breathe. Her tongue slightly brushed mine....she was moaning in my mouth making me lose what little control I had. Her fingers entangled in my hair while her other hand firmly moved on my bare back making me groan. I moved down kissing her wet neck and cleavage nibbling at the sides as she moaned my named loudly. My hand slipped down her sides. God! She really was perfect. I grabbed the hem of her wet kurti and peeled it off of her.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were still close.
That's when realisation hit me hard. Damn it! What the hell was I doing? She's half unconscious.... she's not well. How could I take advantage of her like this? If I go any further... I'll be no less than a rapist.
Stop it Kaif!
I closed my eyes trying to control myself. I was soo hard already and the pain in my groin was getting bad. I took deep breaths. I can't do this.... it's not right. I'm sorry Naila.
I didn't dare to open my eyes as I proceeded with shaky hands to change her clothes.
By the time I was done, she was fast asleep but my desires were still burning me. After changing myself, I checked her, she was still shivering. I put a huge blanket over her.... switched off the fan and went to the other room.
I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight....
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