The moment they reached home, Sharjeena slammed the door shut and turned on him, furious.

"What the hell was that, Mustafa?! Have you lost your mind?"

He still looked livid, his hands curled into fists at his sides. "Do you expect me to stand there while some idiot flirts with you?"

"Yes! Because it's none of your business anymore!" she shouted back.

His expression flickered, like her words had physically hit him. "None of my business?"

"Don't tell me you enjoyed his jokes too now"

" Really mustafa that's what you think about me now.. great!!!"

"That's right." She let out a bitter laugh. "You're not my husband anymore, Mustafa. You have no right to interfere in my life like that."

His breath caught.

He stared at her, the weight of those words sinking in. "I thought... I thought we weren't that lost."

Sharjeena looked away. Her emotions were all over the place—anger, fear, something she refused to name. "Mustafa, just because I've been... human with you, doesn't mean I'm still stuck with you."

His face paled, but she couldn't stop herself.

"I wish I had never asked you to marry me in the first place," she whispered. "At least then I wouldn't have had to go through all this pain."

The silence was deafening.

Mustafa swallowed hard, nodding slowly, as if processing the final blow.

"I see," he said softly. His voice was calm, but there was something hollow in it.

Then, he let out a shaky breath. "Let's finish it, then. For once and all."

Sharjeena stiffened.

"I knew all this while that I wasn't capable," he continued. "So, you shouldn't settle for less." His voice wavered, but he forced himself to look at her. "I'll make sure you never have to see my face again."

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Sharjeena standing there, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She had broken him.

And this time, she wasn't sure he would come back.

The moment Mustafa walked out, slamming the door shut behind him, Sharjeena felt like the walls around her caved in.

She stood there, frozen, her breaths uneven, her chest tightening with emotions too strong to contain. Her words echoed in her head—each syllable a dagger she had driven into him.

*"I wish I had never asked you to marry me."*

She sank onto the couch, pressing her trembling hands against her face. What had she done? What was she doing?

Tears spilled over, unstoppable, burning as they traced down her cheeks. She let out a quiet sob, her body shaking as she curled into herself.

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hold onto her anger, her pain—after all, he had hurt her first. He had let her suffer alone, had withdrawn when she needed him the most. But... hadn't she done the same?

Hadn't she been hurting him just as much?

Hadn't she seen the life slowly drain from his eyes?

Hadn't she noticed how he had stopped living the moment she left?

She thought back to the man she had fallen in love with—the Mustafa who had once been so full of life.

The boyish laughter that used to escape his lips so easily. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes whenever he teased her. The way he would pull her into his arms unexpectedly, just because he loved to hold her.

The way he had once fought to be her home, her happiness.

Where had that Mustafa gone?

Her breath hitched at the cruelty of it all.

She let out a hollow laugh, but it turned into another broken sob.

Why were they like this?

Why were they destroying each other, when all they had ever wanted was to love?

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She wiped her tears away furiously, but they kept coming.

She could live without him.

She had been trying to prove that for months.

But she *couldn't* watch him in pain.

That was the truth she had been running from.

No matter how much she suffered, knowing that Mustafa was suffering too made it unbearable.

*"Wasn't he really capable of me?"*

She already knew the answer.

No man in this world would ever be more hers than him.

So why... why were they letting their love turn into something so destructive?

She clutched her chest, gasping through her tears, feeling as though something inside her was breaking beyond repair.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

All she knew was that she couldn't lose him. Not like this.