“Anusha!!”
He had come straight to the hospital after finishing his meeting. But upon arriving, he learned that she was in the operation theater. Instead of leaving, he decided to wait. However, even after two long hours of waiting, when she still hadn’t returned to her cabin, Ziaf himself got up to look for her.
He had barely taken a few steps when he saw her. Smiling… engrossed in conversation with a doctor. Flames ignited within Ziaf’s being. He had been waiting there for the past two hours, and Madam…
He called out to her angrily.
Anusha, who was laughing while denying Dr. Ilyas’s unnecessary praise, suddenly turned her head at the sound of her name and looked in that direction. Standing before her was Ziaf Zaidi—dressed in a gray three-piece suit, his hair neatly set with gel, sharp features, fair reddish complexion, light brown mustache and beard, and an undeniably attractive presence. The smile vanished from her face as soon as she saw him. He was still here? She had thought he had left. Excusing herself from Dr. Ilyas, she walked toward him.
“Who was he, and why were you talking so freely with him?” As soon as she reached him, Ziaf growled in a low voice, his jaw clenched and the veins in his neck taut with anger. He did not like it at all. While he was waiting for her, she was outside laughing with a stranger.
“You didn’t leave yet? You’re still here?” she asked flatly, ignoring his question.
Ziaf looked at her with piercing eyes.
“I asked you something, and you… would you like to explain what exactly is going on in your mind? Were you deliberately making me wait so I would assume you were busy and leave?” he said angrily, grabbing her arm and jerking it.Looking into his eyes, Anusha forcefully pulled her arm free from his grip.
“When you already know everything, then why are you still here?” she replied coldly.Ziaf was shocked by her attitude.
“Come to your cabin. We’ll talk there,” he said seriously, controlling his anger as he noticed people passing by in the corridor. He reached to hold her hand, but she twisted away and stepped back.
“Enough, Ziaf! Enough is enough. In fact, far more than enough. My patience has run out. I don’t want to talk to you—neither here nor anywhere else. Look at my hands and forgive me. In the name of your love, I crushed my self-respect under my feet. But I can’t tolerate this anymore. I’m tired… tired of you forcing your rights on me, and your mother humiliating me. You’ve made me fall in my own eyes.
I am not some helpless heroine from a story. I’m an educated woman. I cannot endure this—where the son is crazy in the name of love, and the mother humiliates me whenever she wishes.
After thinking deeply, I’ve made my decision. I want…” She paused to breathe. “I want a divorce from you, Ziaf Zaidi.”She finished speaking and looked at his face, but…
He stood there silently, his face expressionless, staring at her. Perhaps he was in shock. Yes… he must have been.
“You’re asking for a divorce as if it’s not divorce but a biscuit. Hahahaha…”Suddenly, he burst into laughter.
Anusha stared at him in astonishment. Wasn’t he shocked?
People passing by turned to look at them. Anusha clenched her fists and pressed her lips tightly together. Why was he never serious?
“If it’s a biscuit, then fine. Give me the divorce considering it a biscuit,” she growled under her breath.
Enough was enough. Both mother and son had driven her mad. She felt like slapping him across the face.
“Oh my brownie! Just order which biscuit you want. Mona? Parle-G? Choco? Oreo? Just say it, and I’ll pile them before you. If you want, I’ll buy you the entire factory,” he said playfully, laughing as he tried to hold her hand again.
She recoiled and stepped back.
The smile disappeared from Ziaf’s face.
“You think this is a joke?” she shouted in anger. People in the corridor turned again to look at them.
“Yes, it is a joke. And it would be better for you if you also consider it a joke. You said it today—don’t ever make the mistake of saying it again. I am as good as I am. But if I decide to become bad, there will be no one worse than me.
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