I whimpered when his hold became unbearable. "Daniyal meray haath choro, mujhe dard horaha hai." I whimpered, biting back a sob that almost escaped my lips.
(Daniyal leave my hands, it's hurting me)
"Tumhe mera dard nahi dikhta? Huh? Dunya jahan ki parwah hai tumhe per meri ek nahi sunti!" He barked out, his eyes red and I felt my heart sinking.
(You don't see my pain? Huh? You worry about the whole world but don't even listen to me!)
"Da-Daniyal..." I tried to say but his grip on my wrists turned deadly tight. I felt lightheaded.
"Shh." He shushed me, placing his finger on his lip with his free hand.
"Tumhe to shukar kerna chahiye ke maine usko job se nahi nikala, warna mera to plan usko kahi bhi job dena nahi tha. Sirf tumharay liye maine usko chhora hai." As much as I felt re
