Important - I originally had stories for all the characters, but y'all may remember when I asked if I could focus solely on Hayder and Hyra, and y'all agreed. As a result, I decided to drop the stories of other characters. However, there were a few people interested in Sarim, Kubra, Rafey, and Uswa's stories, so that's why there are brief scenes involving them. But I've chosen to drop Dawar and Shahzaib's stories altogether. This means you may have some insight into what's happening in their lives, but I won't be writing full stories for them. 👉🏻👈🏻
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"Rafey, main yeh sab nahi kar sakti," Uswa replied, taking a hesitant step back from him.
(Rafey, I can't do this.)
"Kya sab?" Rafey asked, looking shocked.
(What can't you do?)
"Mujhe zyada sharmana warmana nahi ata, aap jante hain." Uswa said, turning away from him. "Yeh sharmana jhijhakna aur... aur mashriki larki wala behaviour, yeh sab nahi hoga mujhse." Putting her hand over the countertop, Uswa explained further.
(I can't be overly shy and reserved, you know that.)
(This timidity, hesitation, behaving like a traditional girl, it's not me.)
"What?"
"Hana, ab dekhiye, humari toh achhi khasi understanding haina, toh main kyu sharmau apse just because tareekh pakki ho gayi?" Uswa turned back towards him and asked in her usual loud voice.
(Yes, see, we have a good understanding, so why should I be shy just because we're getting engaged?)
"Mat sharmao fir..." Rafey's brows furrowed in confusion, as he replied in low tone, he still didn't quite understand her words.
(Don't be shy then...)
"Sachhi?" Uswa's eyes sparkled, as her lips bloomed into a huge smile. "Yeh hui na baat. Mummy ne toh kalse itni nasihat di ki puchiye mat, tang agayi thi main, ki kya ab main kuch bolu bhi na? Lekin ab theek hai." Happily, Uswa told him. And now, Rafey understood that Uswa's hesitation in the kitchen wasn't due to shyness, but because she was holding back her words because of Rabia's advice.
(Really?)
(That's it. Mummy gave me so much advice from yesterday that I was fed up, wondering if I should even speak. But now, it's fine.)
When realization dawned on Rafey, he burst into laughter.
"Kya hua?" Uswa didn't understand why he was suddenly laughing.
(What's so funny?)
"Nothing." He covered his mouth with his hand to control his laughter.
"Waise yeh ring bohot khoobsurat hai, mujhe pasand ayi, thank you." Uswa said, extending her hand to admire the sparkling diamond.
(By the way, this ring is very beautiful. I really liked it, thank you,)
"Achha ab jaye, mujhe yeh banane dein, mujhe bohot bhook lagi hai." Before Rafey could say something, Uswa dismisses him.
(Now, leave, let me cook. I'm really hungry.)
"Arey wah, yaha meri bhook pyas sab urh gayi aur tumhe khane ki parhi hai." Rafey teases her.
(Wow, all my nerves and hunger vanished here, and you're thinking about food.)
"Bhook pyas kyu urh gayi? Itni khushi ki baat hai, apko toh jashn manana chahiye." Uswa looked at him with confusion, and spoke up.
(Why your nerves and hunger vanished? It's such a good news, you should celebrate.)
Once again, Rafey laughed at her response.
•••
Hayder closed the door of his car and was about to step inside when Uswa came to the lawn.
"Assalam, Alaikum, Hayder bhai," she was going out with Rabia and Asim, but when saw him, she stopped and greeted him. Uswa was dressed churidaar attire, her hair adorned with intricate accessories, looking like she was ready to attend a wedding.
"Walekum-Assalam," He nods his head, and left,
Uswa looked at his departure figure with a frown. "Meri hi behen ke naseeb mein inko likhna tha?" She looked up in the sky and asked,
(You really have to written him in my sister's fate.)
Hayder was about to enter the house, but just as he was about to ascend, he paused and turned back to Uswa. She stood there, waiting for Asim to come.
As Hayder gazed at her, his expression shifted. An inexplicable anger welled up within him, and his brow furrowed.
Without saying a word, Hayder left for his room house. The anger he felt remained, it gnawed at him as he reached his room.
In his room, Hayder unceremoniously tossed his laptop bag onto a chair, the sound of it hitting the soft cushion doing little to relieve the simmering anger that still coursed through him. He stood in front of the mirror, fingers fumbling with the stubborn knot of his tie.
The frustration only grew, "Hyra! Hyra!" He decided to take action.
Hyra, who was sitting in the dining room with Kubra, suddenly became aware of the harsh tone in Hayder's voice. His voice was laced with a forceful anger that sent shivers down her spine.
"Kya hua?" Kubra also felt how hard Hayder's voice is, as she asked to Hyra.
(What's wrong?)
"Pata na.. kuch nahi." Hyra couldn't provide a clear answer.
(I don't... nothing.)
"Office se thakk ke aye honge na, tum unke liye pani le jao." Kubra consoled her.
(He must be tired from office, you should take water for him.)
Hyra nodded, hoping Kubra was right. After all, she hadn't done anything to make him angry.
"Hamesha hi toh gusse mein rehte hain," she mumbled to herself. Yet, her heart felt uneasy. Lately, he had stopped being angry all the time, keeping his promise.
(He is always angry.)
Hyra made her way upstairs, each step weighed down by the ominous tension that had suddenly entered in her heart, unaware of the storm that awaited her in their room.
"Ji?" As Hyra entered their room, she was met Hayder's furious eyes.
(Yes?)
"Agar tum khush nahi ho iss rishte mein toh saaf saaf bata kyu nahi deti, yeh sab kyu kar rahi ho?" Hayder's loud voice startled Hyra, who just attached herself there on the closed door. She couldn't even take a step forward, her mind completely turned blank.
(If you are not happy in this marriage then tell me clearly, why are you doing all of this?)
"Batao, kyu kar rahi ho yeh?" When Hayder didn't get any answer from her, he went toward her and grabbed her arms, bringing her close to him.
(Tell me, why are you doing this all?)
"Aap... aap kya keh rahe hain main... main nahi samajh rahi..." Hyra's heart raced as she looked down, trying to freed her arms.
(What... what are you saying, I... I don't understand.)
"Tumhe nahi samajh araha? Uswa ko woh dress kyu di?" His voice nearly trembling with rage as he pressed on.
(You don't understand? Why did you give Uswa that dress?)
Hyra's face reflected a mix of confusion and fear as she stuttered, "ko... konsi dress?" The room seemed to close in on her as she struggled to make sense of the situation, unaware of the missing puzzle piece that had sparked this heated confrontation.
(Which dress?)
"Konsi? Wahi jo Uswa ne pehni hai." Hayder's grip on Hyra's arms tightened, his voice laced with anger.
(Which dress? The one Uswa wore.)
Hyra's voice quivered with fear as she stammered, "Us.. Uswa ko achhi lagi thi woh..."
(Uswa liked it...)
Hayder's expression hardened, his eyes piercing into Hyra's. "Uswa ko achhi lagi toh apna gift ussey de dogi?" His hot breath brushed against Hyra's face, causing her to tightly shut her eyes.
(If Uswa liked it, you are going to give her your gift?)
Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving Hayder momentarily stunned. Slowly, he released her arms and stepped back.
But Hyra remained standing, using the door for support, her strength fading.
"Agar kisi ne tumhe koi gift diya hai toh woh dusro ko nahi dena chahiye, itni aqal toh haina tum mein?" Hayder asked, trying to regain composure.
(If someone has given you a gift, you shouldn't give it to others, isn't that common sense?)
"Le.. lekin Kubra api ko bura nahi laga..." Hyra sniffled, her voice timid and uncertain.
(But Kubra didn't mind...)
"Kubra kon hoti hai bura manne wali?" Hayder's frustration contorted his face.
(Who is Kubra to decide if it's okay to share?)
"Woh leke ayi thi na."
(She's the one who brought it.)
"Yeh kisne kaha tumse woh dress Kubra layi hai?"
(Who told you that Kubra brought the dress?)
"Aur kon layega?"
(And who else would it be?)
Hayder clenched his jaw on her response, pacing around the room and running his hand through his hair. He didn't want to repeat the unintentional anger he had shown, fearing it would make Hyra more frightened of him.
"Woh dress, main laya tha, Hyra, tumhare liye. Aur tumne Uswa ko de di." Every word was spoken through gritted teeth.
(That dress, I got it for you, Hyra. And you gave it to Uswa.)
Hyra's eyes widened in shock. Her heart sank, and she struggled to find the right words to explain.
"Mujhe nahi pata tha aap... Uswa ne bas shadi mein pehenne ke liye liya hai, woh wapas kar degi fir.. fir." Hyra tried to make him understand.
(I didn't know... you brought it... Uswa just wanted to wear it for the wedding, she'll return it... then.)
"Fir aag laga dena uss dress mein." Hayder's frustration and anger remained palpable. "Woh dress main tumhare liye laya tha, tumse pehle Uswa ne pehna woh, ab tum woh dress nahi pehnogi."
(Then set it on fire,)
(I got that dress for you, and Uswa wore it before you. Now you won't wear that dress.)
Hyra's eyes brimmed with tears as she realized the gravity of her mistake, her voice quivering with remorse. "Apko batana chahiye tha aap leke aye hain, aise cupboard mein kon rakhta hai gift."
(You should've told me you bought that dress, who put gifts in cupboard.)
"Mujhe pata nahi tha na tum mein itna bhi sense nahi," Hayder's anger had subsided a bit, and he looked at Hyra with a mix of frustration and disappointment.
(I didn't know you are that stupid.)
Hayder let out a deep sigh, his face softening slightly. "Aur ab rona band karo. Ek toh baat baat pe rona shuru kar deti ho."
(And stop crying. Why do you cry so easily?)
Hyra's heart sank as she struggled to hold back her tears. She wiped her eyes and composed herself before quietly responding. "Aap bhi toh baat baat pe datna shuru kar dete hain."
(You also start scolding so easily.)
Hayder, taken aback by her reply, said in calm voice. "Tum aqal se kaam lena shuru kardo toh nahi datunga. Apna gift koi kisi ko deta hai kya."
(I won't scold you if you start using your brain. Who gave away their gift to someone else?)
"Mujhe kya pata tha apko achanak se gift dene ka shokh ajayega. Wedding pe toh diya nahi tha gift," Hyra mumbled, while looking down.
(I didn't know you would suddenly want to give me a gift. You didn't give me a one on our wedding.)
Hayder's amused eyes met Hyra's, and he stepped forward, "kya kaha tumne?"
(What did you just say?)
"Kuch nahi," Realizing how she sounded, Hyra felt a rush of embarrassment. She tried to step away, but Hayder swiftly moved, placing his hands on both sides of her, effectively trapping her in his arms.
(Nothing,)
Hyra's heart raced as she met his gaze, her own eyes locked with his, their intensity momentarily softened. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of uncertainty in the pit of her stomach. For as long as she had known Hayder, his eyes had always burned with anger and determination, like smoldering embers ready to ignite. But now, as they softened and sparkled with a hidden gentleness, it sent a swarm of butterflies dancing in her chest, a sensation she had never experienced before. Hyra broke the connection, looking down.
Hayder's fingers brushed against Hyra's chin, and he lifted her face gently. The warmth in his eyes and the softness of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she could hardly believe the man before her was the same Hayder she had known for so long. As he leaned in, she could feel the anticipation building within her, but it was quickly overtaken by a tidal wave of emotions she had never encountered before.
Overwhelmed by the rush of feelings, her heart pounding, Hyra's vision blurred, and her legs wobbled beneath her. In an instant, the world around her seemed to spin, and before she knew it, she was falling. Hayder's strong arms caught her just in time, preventing her from hitting the ground.
"Hyra! Hyra?" Hayder's voice was laced with concern as he held her close, his eyes now filled with worry, as he tap her cheek.
The moment had been too much for her, and her unconsciousness was the only escape from the maelstrom of emotions that had engulfed her.
•••
Hyra lay still on the bed, her eyes closed, as the doctor examined her. The room was filled with tense silence, broken only by the sound of the doctor's stethoscope and the occasional hushed exchange of words.
After a thorough examination, the doctor finally straightened up and turned to address the worried group. "Inka blood pressure kafi low hai, iss wajah se behosh ho gayi yeh," the doctor explained. "I've prescribed some medication to help stabilize her blood pressure. She should rest and take it easy for a while."
(Her blood pressure is quite low, which might have caused her to faint.)
As the doctor left the room with Shahzaib to discuss further details, Kubra remained by Hyra's side, concern etched on her face. Meanwhile, Hanif Mirza's stern gaze was fixed on Hayder, his eyes filled with suspicion and disapproval.
The heavy silence in the room weighed on Hayder, and he finally broke it. "Baba, please, mujhe aisi shakk bhari nazar se na dekhein."
(Baba, please, don't look at me with suspicious eyes.)
Hanif Mirza's gaze remained fixed on Hayder, his stern expression unwavering. "Toh aur kaise dekhu? Kya kiya tumne iss baar jo bachhi firse behosh ho gayi?"
(How I am supposed to look? What have you done to make the poor girl faint?)
Hayder's heart sank at the accusation in Hanif Mirza's voice. He couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice. "Maine kuch nahi kiya," he said, his voice filled with frustration.
(I didn't do anything,)
His eyes then returned to Hyra, as he thought, Kuch karne kaha diya, usse pehle hi behosh ho gayi.
"Hayder, agar tumse apna gussa control nahi hota toh anger management classes le lo, warna tumhare gusse se toh kisi din Hyra ko heart attack ajana hai," Hanif Mirza advised sternly.
(Hayder, if you can't control your anger than you should take anger management classes. Your anger might cause Hyra heart attack one day.)
"Baba, aap kaisi baat kar rahe hain. Aur mere gusse ki wajah se nahi behosh hui hai Hyra," Hayder looked at Hanif Mirza, his eyes filled with a mixture of defense and frustration.
(Baba, what are you saying. And she didn't faint because of my anger.)
"Toh kis wajah se hui hai?" Hanif Mirza's question hung in the air, and Hayder, unsure of what to say, avoided making eye contact and remained silent.
(Then how did she faint?)
"Baba, yeh baatein baad mein kar lenge, abhi Hyra ko toh hosh aney dein." Kubra, who had been silently listening to them, spoke up.
(Baba, we should talk about this later, let Hyra wake up.)
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Bechare Hayder bhai, kuch na karke bhi fas gaye🤣
How's it? 👉🏻👈🏻
-Ufaq