Sadqay Tumharey (18+) | Completed ✔️

Epilogue (Unedited)

Her eyes bright like the sun as they shone, she was wearing a golden lehenga, her bangles and anklets made a chan chan sound wherever she went. In the large haveli, there was a festive occasion as Miraal dolled up. The golden jewels, the long heavy necklaces and the beautiful net dupatta on her made her look simple yet aesthetic.

"I want to like you, will you give me a chance to like you back? To accept you as you are? I know I have anger issues, I might be break my promises, that's why I will no longer make any promises. Because relationship shouldn't be tied by old promises, love shouldn't bind you, instead it should free you. I give you the freedom to chose, will you be Abraar Khan, the messiah of the village or .... will you be mine?"

As Abraar stood at the entrance, his eyes locked onto Miraal, who stood on the terrace like a vision of ethereal beauty. He marveled at how she seemed to radiate a soft, inner light, casting a romantic spell on the entire evening. The mehendi on her hand, intricate and delicate, spoke of their love story etched into her skin.

Miraal, on the terrace, felt her heart flutter as her gaze met Abraar's. She remembered the day he had vowed to be hers for this lifetime, and her heart swelled with love. She couldn't help but think how his smile, now so freely given, was her favorite kind of magic-a testament to the transformation their love had brought about.

In the distance, the roses in the haveli's garden bloomed in shades of deep red and vibrant pink, their fragrance wafting through the air, symbolizing the passionate love that had blossomed between them. As their eyes met, it was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, connected by an unbreakable bond.

Abraar's thoughts were filled with admiration for Miraal. She was not just his love; she was his savior, the one who had tamed the tempest within his soul and replaced it with the calm of her affection. He longed to hold her close, to feel the warmth of her presence beside him, and to cherish every moment they would share on this beautiful evening.

Miraal, on her part, couldn't help but feel a sense of wonderment. The man who once sought revenge and lived in darkness was now standing before her in the light of love. Their love story was the stuff of legends, a tale of redemption and transformation, and it was a story she cherished with all her heart.

As the guests entered the haveli, and Miraal took her place beside Abraar, their thoughts and hearts intertwined, ready to dance to the melody of their love, celebrating the incredible journey they had embarked upon together.

As Miraal and Abraar strolled through the garden, the night's enchantment seemed to weave around them like a romantic symphony.

"Miraal, let me show you something beautiful."

"What is it?"

Abraar led her to a secluded corner of the garden, where the moonlight bathed the blossoms in a soft, silvery glow.

 "This, my love, is where our journey begins, and where my promise to you truly takes root."

Miraal's heart skipped a beat as Abraar spoke. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and the words hung in the air, heavy with love and commitment.

 "I promise you, Miraal, I'll be the man your parents wanted me to be, and more. I'll never let you down again."

Miraal's eyes welled up with tears of happiness as she took in his words. She twirled around in the moonlit garden, her lehenga swirling around her, and as she laughed, it was as if the night itself echoed her joy.

"And what's this surprise you have for me, Mr. Khan?"

Abraar plucked a rose from a nearby bush, its petals glistening with dewdrops. He held it high above her.