Chapter 274

He had called his gynaecologist friend and told her that he did not want to come anymore. His voice had been steady, but his hand trembled slightly as he ended the call, his fingers lingering over the screen long after it had gone dark. The decision had not been impulsive. It had grown inside him slowly, shaped by guilt, protectiveness, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility that pressed heavily on his conscience every night. He had spent hours awake, weighing fear against faith, wondering what kind of man he wanted to be when this moment defined him. He had walked through the corridors of his home in the dead of night, his footsteps echoing in the silence, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions.

When his mother came to know about Roshanay’s pregnancy, she asked him to abort that baby and that just silenced Moosa. He gave no response to her as his mind overcame with the moment he had shared with Nur, a memory so sacred and intimate that it drowned out every harsh