Chapter 49 Come Back to Me

The night had deepened, but for Veeresh, time had stopped.

He sat there on the cold floor of the penthouse, his back against the wall, his eyes swollen, his breathing uneven.

There was no strength left.

No control.

Only pain.

Raw.

Unfiltered.

“Begum jaan…” his voice came out as a whisper, trembling, breaking in between.

Tears slid down again, refusing to stop.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking completely.

The words echoed in the empty room.

No answer.

No warmth.

Just silence.

“Come back…” he pleaded, shaking his head slowly. “Please come back… remember your Mr Qureshi…”

His hands clenched tightly.

“Don’t leave me like this,” he said, his voice turning desperate. “Don’t do this to me…”

He leaned forward, his head dropping into his hands.

“I can’t survive like this,” he whispered.

His shoulders trembled.

“You were my everything,” he continued, his voice heavy with pain. “The only person who understood me… who loved me without conditions…”

Another sob escaped him.

“I can fight the whole world,” he said, his voice breaking again, “but not this… not losing you like this…”

He shook his head again and again, as if refusing to accept reality.

“I can’t lose you, begum jaan…”

The words came out helpless.

Broken.

He looked up slowly, his eyes filled with tears.

“Our namaz…” he whispered.

The memories hit him again.

Those mornings.

Standing beside her.

Teaching her.

Her asking questions.

Her following him quietly.

Her presence.

Always there.

He wiped his tears roughly and stood up slowly.

Unsteady.

Weak.

But moving.

He spread the prayer mat with trembling hands.

His fingers shook as he stood for prayer.

For the first time…

Not as routine.

Not as discipline.

But as a man who had nothing left but hope.

He raised his hands.

Closed his eyes.

And his voice broke even before he could begin.

“Please…” he whispered.

His chest tightened painfully.

“Please God… I can’t…”

Tears slipped down freely.

“I can’t do this without her…”

His voice trembled with every word.

“Please… bring her back to me…”

He swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Give her back her memories… give her back to me…”

His hands shook.

“I will take everything… every pain… every loss… but not this…”

A pause.

Long.

Heavy.

“Please…” he said again, softer this time, almost breaking completely.

“Don’t take her away from me like this…”

Silence followed.

Only his quiet sobs filling the space.

Because for the first time in his life…

Veeresh Qureshi had nothing to rely on.

No power.

No control.

No strength.

Only love.

And fear of losing it forever.