Third Person's Pov

Seeing Nawal unconscious, Aadil threw the belt aside and walked out of the room leaving her unattended.

On the other hand, Ayaan returned back, dropping Aziza at her place, to confront Aadil, of his behaviour

Unknown of Ayaan's presence, Aadil left the house to calm his mind off.

Seeing the condition of his brother Ayaan knew something seemed off about him, he walked through the stairs towards his room, to seek answers.

"Sister Nawal!" he knocked on the door, waiting for her to open up the door. But got no reply for it, hence he opened the door.

The scene in front of him got him terrified. Nawal was lying on the floor lifeless, blood stains on her top, face filled with stains of dried tears.

He rushed towards her, checking for her pulses. He picked her up and took her down the stairs. He called up Aziza.

"Aziza, sister Nawal is unconscious am taking her to the hospital on my way I'll pick you up, so be ready and yeah don't worry she will be fine okay?!" with that he hung up the call and proceeded towards the door.

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Aadil, on the other hand, went towards the place where his mother was lying unconscious, in a coma for years.

"Ammi, why is it that always I have to suffer? Can't I live sometimes in peace? Don't I deserve a happy life? Why is it that those whom I trust, always breaks my trust? And why after every single damn thing do my close ones leave me? Am I soo bad? See first you left me, then abbu and now Ayaan! It's okay am used to this now so I don't mind it but you know the truth Ammi!" Suddenly, the door flew open and in came an angry Ayaan.

"Brother I never thought you would do this. Have you seen the condition of sister Nawal? Why the hell are you behaving in such a way? The brother I knew was never like this. You freaking raised your hand on a woman and that woman is your freaking wife." Ayaan stated angrily.

"You've got no idea of what she has done so just stay out of it," Aadil spoke calmly.

"If that is the case then enlighten me with your story."

"Okay, then listen. She is a freaking liar who lies about her childhood, who thinks me to be a fool and trust her blindly and above all, she is a thief! She stole away half of the amount that I received as profits for a project and gave them away to her so-called abusive dad, who has never abused her!" Aadil stared Ayaan, waiting for a response from him.

"Brother I never knew you would make such a huge mistake! You should have at least got your information verified. Her abusive past ain't lies! She has suffered a lot more than what Aziza has suffered. I've talked with Aziza, I know what she has gone through, you are missing a very major clue and punishing an innocent soul. She is once again bleeding today due to you. Don't repeat what her parents did. She deserves happiness, please go and get your information sorted out before its too late!" with that said he left the room leaving Aadil hanging in thoughts and guilt.

As soon as something struck his mind he rushed out of the hospital, not before giving a peck to his mother, and sped out of the parking and drove towards his office.

"I need the bank statements of Mrs Nawal, Miss Shareefa and Mr Ibrahim, father of Nawal, within 20 minutes. I don't care how you will do so, I just need them now and by now I mean now or else your job is at stake!" he spoke with authority and hung up the call.

"Miss Shareefa, I need you at my office within 5 minutes along with the reports that you bought as evidence against Nawal. If you fail to do so, say goodbye to your job." Stating that he rushed towards his office.

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How could I miss this freaking point! There was never a transaction of money from Nawal's account, rather it was Shareefa all the time.

How will I face Nawal? I've broken her completely. Ya Allah, please forgive me if possible.

"Shareefa in my office right now!" I called her through the intercom.

"How do you know Mr Ibrahim?" I enquired Shareefa as soon as she entered my office.

"Umm sir, I know him through Nawal." She spoke nervously.

"I want the truth Shareefa and for your information, she is Mrs Sheikh for you," I spoke with finality.

"Sorry, sir but I had no options but to do as Mr Ibrahim had asked me to do. I was in need of money and he had offered me the amount but for that, I had to harm Naw-Mrs Sheikh. I never wanted to do so but I had to save my sister." she cried.

"You could have asked me, I would not have refused you but you chose a wrong person and for that, I am firing you right now. Here is your termination letter. You may leave now." with that said I turned around and stared at the window.

Will Nawal forgive me? Do I even deserve her forgiveness? I've tortured an innocent person, not only her but also Aziza. Ya Allah, help me out through this mess. I am in need of guidance.

I cleared the table and picked my phone and keys and rushed towards the exit.

"Ayaan, you were right. Thank you for the guidance, I shall meet you at the hospital." I messaged Ayaan and sped towards the hospital.

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As Salam Alaikum.

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