Assalamoalaykum!
First thing that I need to clear with you all before you read this chapter. I had previously said that I would not be able to update as frequently as perhaps other authors can, or as frequently as I'd like to. I'm extremely swamped with deadlines, exams and submissions right now, and in April, I have my grade 12 final board exam. I cannot afford to divert my attention so much. And yet, there have been people who are incessantly telling me to "update" "update" but I am too busy to write the chapter! I can't give you all short chapters with less delay because that's not what I want for this book. I cannot compromise my quality. Although it is extremely sweet that you all are waiting, please understand that I am also helpless right now.
To make up for my absence, there are a couple of surprises down there that you all might love.
Songs for the chapter: Tu Hi Tu - Mehrunisa V Lub U and Khuda Aur Mohabbat Season 2 OST
Enjoy the chapter!
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Shehry's POV
The night dragged on alarmingly slow. Sleep was nowhere near me tonight, and frustration grated on my nerves. I flipped my pillow over for the fortieth time that night and shut my eyes tightly, hoping to fall asleep by some miracle.
Asad's behaviour and his words didn't escape my conscious all night. A strange sort of fear had buried itself underneath my heart, a dull ache spreading through my torso.
"Woh ladki filhaal maut aur hayat ke darmiyaan qaid hai."
"Aur issi ladki se mujhe ishq hai."
Chacha and Chachi's tear-stained faces kept floating in my mind, flickering to change into my own parents.
"Aulaad jab maut ke shikaar maa-baap se pehle bante hai na Shehryaar, tab maa-baap bhi jeene ke laiq nahi rehte. Aur apni hi aulaad ki mayyat sab se wazandaar hoti hai."
I checked my phone for the time.
1:15 am.
A groan escaped my mouth. I switched on the light, running a hand through my wayward hair. I got out of bed and went over to the balcony outside my room, letting the cold air wash over my overheated skin. Shutting my eyes, I let the silence speak.
Khamoshi kitna kuch bol jaati hai, apne be-awaaz lafzon se.
The late November chill easily blew through my thin night shirt, setting off a series of shivers and lines of goose bumps on exposed skin. Distantly, I heard my door creak open. Paying no heed, I kept my attention focused on a lamp flickering incessantly, a short distance from here.
"Neend nahi aa rahi?" I heard Papa speak up behind me, piercing the silence in quiet confidence. In surprise, I turned, startled at the unexpected appearance. I would've thought it would've been Hussain aur Mama.
"Papa? Aap abhi tak jaag rahe hai?" He smiled, stepping up next to me.
"Nahi, tumhaari light jal rahi thi, uss par nazar padhi. Iss liye dekhne chala aaya." He looked towards me, eyes full of warmth and concern. "Kya hua tha Maha ki meeting mein kal?"
Immediately, my mind shifted to Sakinah. "Theek thi, uski teacher keh rahi thi ke woh top student hai class mein, bas usse apna confidence badhana hai."
"Tumhaari mama keh rahi thi ke tumhaari dost hi teacher hai." A blush crept up my neck involuntarily hearing my father speak of Sakinah.
"Jee." I replied shortly, coughing to clear my throat. "Sakinah Khan. Fauzia Qazi bhi waheen kaam karti hai."
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