Just as Laraib was about to exit, they all noticed Dawar standing in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. "Kya hua?" he inquired, glancing between them.
(What happened?)
Hyra quickly diverted the conversation. "Kuch nahi, bhai, Uswa toh bas har waqt ulti seedhi baat karti hai." She flashed a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his suspicions.
(Nothing, bhai, Uswa just talks nonsense all the time.)
"Tum ulti baat karti ho, main toh seedhi baat karti hoon apni tarah." Uswa scoffs and told her off. Which made Hyra elbow her.
(You talk nonsense; I speak straightforwardly, like myself.)
Dawar, though still curious, nodded, deciding not to push further. "Dono ek jaise ho."
(Both are alike.)
He then shared the reason for his presence, "Waise Hayder aur main menu dekh rahe the, main socha tum log se bhi puch lein." On the mention of Hayder's name, it is when Uswa and Hyra notices Hayder behind Dawar.
(By the way, Hayder and I were looking at the menu; I thought I'd ask you guys too.)
Uswa's eyes lit up with excitement, "Laiye main dekhti hoon."
(Sure, let me check.)
"Haan yeh lo," Dawar went to sit with Uswa and passed her brochures. While Hayder went to sit on the other sofa alone.
(Yes, here you go.)
Hyra couldn't hide her joy either and looked at the brochure with Uswa.
"Bhabhi, aap bhi aiye na." Hayder saw Laraib was still standing there silently and invited her.
(Bhabhi, please come too.)
Laraib refuses straightforwardly, "Nahi mujhe inn sab mein koi interest nahi."
(No, I'm not interested in all this.)
Dawar shook his head, indicating to Hayder not to bother.
"Dawar bhai, gulab jamun nahi hain menu mein?" Hyra complained, confusingly.
(Dawar bhai, why there are no gulab jamuns on the menu?)
"Hai toh?" Dawar was shocked. He has specially told the caters to add gulab jamun in the menu.
(There aren't?)
"Sirf shadi mein hai, haldi aur mehendi mein nahi." Hyra said it with so much simplicity that it made Dawar laugh.
(Only in wedding, not in haldi and mehendi ceremonies.)
Hayder, watching the exchange, couldn't help but smile at Hyra's behaviour. And Uswa, who had lifted her head to interject, found her attention diverted to Hayder's smiling face, her eyes widening in surprise.
Dawar chuckled, "itni badi galti kaise ho gayi mujhse, bhool gaya tha tum toh breakfast, lunch, dinner mein bhi gulab jamun kha sakti ho. Baki ke din bhi banwa denge."
(How did I make such a big mistake? I forgot you can have gulab jamun in breakfast, lunch, dinner. We'll get them made on other days too.)
Hyra's eyes sparkled with delight, "Sach?"
(Really?)
"Sach," Dawar reassured her, his tone gentle.
(Really!)
Hayder, adding to the banter, teased, "Hyra, tum mithai wale corner pe hi baith jana."
(Hyra, just sit at the sweets corner.)
Hyra shot him a glare,
•••
After finalizing the menu, Dawar and Hayder departed, leaving Uswa and Hyra in a moment of solitude. Uswa couldn't resist revisiting the topic that had captured her attention earlier.
"Hyra, Hayder bhai ke dimples hain," Uswa remarked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
(Hyra, Hayder bhai has dimples.)
Hyra chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"Mujhe toh yakeen nahi araha," Uswa said absentmindedly, her thoughts clearly preoccupied.
(I can't believe it.)
"Isme na yakeen karne wali kya baat hai?" Hyra asked, puzzled by Uswa's reaction.
(What's so unbelievable about it?)
"Yahi ki woh itna achha khasa dimple waste kar rahe hain. Batao bhala, Allah pak bhi ussey dete hain jisko kadar nahi," Uswa expressed her surprise. "Aise dimples mere hote toh main har waqt smile karti rehti, aur ek Hayder bhai, itne saal baad aaj mujhe maloom hua unke dimples parhte hain. Yeh toh nakadri hui."
(That he's wasting such a good pair of dimples. Allah grant dimples to someone who doesn't appreciate them?)
(If I had dimples, I would smile all the time, and Hayder bhai, after so many years, today I found out about his dimples. This is unfair.)
Hyra shook her head at Uswa's complaint, busying herself with gathering the dirty cups to take them to the kitchen.
"Hyra," Uswa called, holding onto Hyra's arms as she was lost in thought.
"Iska matlab tumhare baby ke bhi dimples honge?" Uswa whispered with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
(Does that mean your baby will have dimples too?)
The mention of a baby caused a subtle shift in Hyra's expression. A hint of anxiety flickered in her eyes, but Uswa, swept up in her excitement, remained oblivious.
"Tumhare baby ke agar dimple hue toh main apne baby ki shadi karwaungi ussey, fir mere grandkids ke bhi dimples honge," Uswa continued with enthusiasm.
(If your baby has dimples, I'll arrange the marriage of my baby with yours, then my grandkids will have dimples too.)
Hyra managed a smile but couldn't shake off the sudden unease at the thought of starting a family. "Bohot durr ka nahi soch liya?" she questioned.
(Thinking too far ahead, aren't you?)
Uswa, still unaware of Hyra's internal struggle, continued to elaborate on her whimsical ideas about a future filled with dimples. "Haan toh yeh sab faisle toh durr ka sochke hi hote hain. Lekin main pehle bata doon, dimple wala baby hua tumhara tabhi main apne baby ki shadi karwaungi, warna nahi, tum bura mat manna."
(Yes, decisions like these are made by thinking far ahead. But let me tell you first, if your baby has dimples, only then will I arrange the marriage of my baby; otherwise, don't take it badly.)
"Hyra!" Hayder again entered the living room, calling for Hyra, who tensed slightly.
Uswa discreetly rolled her eyes because Hayder interrupted their conversation. Lucky for Uswa, Hayder didn't notice.
Through his eyes, Hayder told Hyra to come, and then he again left.
"Uffo, Kubra api ki shadi mein jo hua woh main apni shadi mein nahi bardasht karungi, Hyra, main pehle hi bata doon," Uswa announced, her eyes narrowing with determination.
(Oh, what happened in Kubra api's wedding, I won't tolerate in my wedding, Hyra, I'm telling you beforehand.)
"Konsi cheez?" Hyra, who was about to stand up to go after Hayder, puzzled, turned to meet Uswa's gaze.
(What happened?)
"Hayder bhai ka har 10 minute mein tumhe bulana Hyra, Hyra, Hyra... aur kya." Uswa rolled her eyes, a hint of annoyance etched on her face.
(Hayder bhai calling you every 10 minutes, Hyra, Hyra, Hyra... and whatnot.)
"Woh apni biwi ko bulate hain tumhe kya masla?" Hyra shrugged it off, her carefree demeanour contrasting with Uswa's growing concern.
(Why does it bother you if he calls his wife?)
"Meri shadi mein tum sirf meri behen banke raho kisi ki biwi nahi," Uswa asserted, her hands on her waist, a touch of vulnerability beneath her stern tone.
(In my marriage, you just stay as my sister, not someone's wife.)
Hyra laughed it off, not sensing the depth of Uswa's feelings.
"Balki main toh kahungi tum yahi ajao kuch dino ke liye." Uswa demanded.
(Actually, I'll say, just come here for a next few days.)
"Theek hai, lekin Hayder se permission tum le lena. Theek?" Hyra sweetly challenged, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
(Okay, but you'll get permission from Hayder. Alright?)
Uswa fell silent for a moment, the room echoing with the ticking of the clock, as she imagined the potential repercussions of asking Hayder.
"Ek hi toh ghar hai, rooms se kya farq parhta hai, tum din bhar yaha rehna." Uswa finally responded, realising she won't want to get scolded by Hayder these days.
(It's the same house; what difference does it make from room to room? You just stay here all day.)
"Filhal main jau, shayad unhe koi kaam hoga." Hyra told her and left.
(Right now, I should go. Maybe he have some work.)
•••
When she reached their room, Hyra couldn't shake off the worry that Hayder might have overheard Uswa's playful banter. However, to her relief, Hayder seemed oblivious to the earlier conversation.
"Mera laptop kaha hai? Mil nahi raha." Hayder asked as Hyra entered.
(Where's my laptop? Can't find it.)
Hyra, feeling a wave of relief, replied, "Woh toh study mein hoga, main abhi layi." She quickly ran out toward the study.
(It must be in the study; I'll get it.)
In the study, Hyra found the laptop on the desk and grabbed it, taking a moment to collect herself. As she returned to the room, she noticed Hayder looking through some files. Due to Kubra's wedding, Hayder had taken leave; now he might be managing all his work.
"Yeh lijiye," she handed him the laptop, being casual.
(Here you go.)
Without looking up, Hayder takes it from her.
"Aur kuch chahiye?"
(Anything else?)
"Nahi," Hayder replied without lifting his gaze.
(No.)
"Main jau?" she questioned.
(Can I leave?)
Hayder, glancing at her, responded, "Nahi," and proceeded to power up his laptop.
(No.)
Hyra lingered, studying the door and then Hayder, puzzled why he stopped her.
"Hyra, tum ja sakti ho," Hayder spoke, a smile playing on his lips. He didn't expect her to stand there obediently, and his smile widened as he looked at her. Nodding her head, Hyra walked away.
(Hyra, you can go.)
"Suno," Just as Hyra reached the door, Hayder called her back.
(Listen.)
"Ji?" Hyra turned to him.
(Yes?)
Hayder gently took her hand, pulling her closer. He pressed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Jao," he whispered, infusing the moment with an unexpected sweetness.
(Go,)
•••
Dawar entered the room, a somber expression on his face. "Laraib," he began, "Maine tumhe kabhi yaha aney ke liye force nahi kiya, ab agar agayi ho toh behtar hoga sabke sath apna rawaiyya durust karlo."
(I never forced you to come here; now that you're here, it's better to behave with everyone.)
Laraib, her frustration evident, shot back, "Konsa rawaiyya? Aap toh aise keh rahe hain jaise maine na jane kya kar diya ho? Kisi se kuch nahi keh rahi, khamoshi se apne kamre mein hoon ab kya shikayat hai apko?"
(Behave? You're talking as if I've done something wrong. I'm not saying anything to anyone, just silently in my room. What's the problem?)
"Yahi toh problem hai. Shadi wale ghar mein badi bahu yun din bhar kamre mein reh rahi hai kya log baatein nahi banate?"
"Logo ko meri condition dikh nahi rahi?"
(Don't people see my condition?)
"Apni condition ka bahana mat banao. Main tumhe koi kaam karne ke liye nahi keh raha hoon, lekin kam se kam bahar sabke sath baitho. Humare beech kya chal raha hai zaroori nahi sab jane."
(Don't use your condition as an excuse. I'm not asking you to work, but at least sit outside with everyone. Not everyone needs to know what's going on between us.)
Silence enveloped the room, Dawar turned to leave, thinking she understood. But, just as he reached the door, Laraib spoke, her words cutting through the air, "Bas issi liye main yaha nahi ana chahti thi, kyuki joint families mein yahi toh hota hai. Maaye din bhar apne beto ke kaan bahu ke khilaf bharti rehti hain."
(That's why I didn't want to come here, because this is what happens in joint families. Mothers keep filling their son's ears against their daughters-in-law all day.)
Dawar, taken aback, turned to face her. "Tumhara dimagh kharab ho gaya hai? Kya kaha meri mummy ke barey mein?" He asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and anger.
(Have you lost your mind? What did you say about my mom?)
"Wahi jo sach hai. Yaha aney ke naam se humare beech kitne jhagre hue, aur ab yaha agayi hoon fir bhi aap khush nahi." Laraib asserted.
(Just the truth. How many fights have there been between us just for coming here, and now that I'm here, you're still not happy.)
"Meri khushi ka tumhe itna ehsas hota, Laraib, toh aaj hum yun na jhagar rahe hote." Dawar responded, his words laden with disappointment.
(If you really cared about my happiness, Laraib, we wouldn't be arguing like this today.)
"Ek aur baat, aaj sunn liya hai, dubara mummy ke barey mein aisi bakwas na sunu main."
(One more thing, listen carefully, I don't wanna hear such nonsense about my mom again.)
•••
Laraib reluctantly joined the gathering in the evening for Dawar's happiness. Whatever the circumstances, Dawar was her husband and her love, and she didn't want to stay upset with him for long. However, sitting with everyone, she started feeling entangled in a web of complications.
Uswa had been stubbornly arguing with Rabia for a while, leading Rabia to scold her.
"Mummy, aap zidd kyu kar rahi hain? Maan jaye na."
(Mom, why are you being stubborn? Just agree.)
"Uswa, maine aj tak tum pe hath nahi uthaya, apni shadi se pehle mujhse maar khake jana hai kya?"
(Uswa, I've never raised my hand on you till now; do you want me to beat you before your wedding?)
Arzoo was engrossed in designing Uswa's dupatta, and nearby, Asiya Begum was reciting something on her tasbeeh. Amidst all this, Laraib felt a sense of unfamiliarity creeping in.
"Arey, Laraib, baitho, kidhar ja rahi ho?" Rabia saw her leaving, and asked.
(Laraib, sit down, where are you going?)
"Meri tabiyat theek nahi lag rahi." Monotonously, she answered and left.
(I'm not feeling well.)
"Ab woh zamana gaya jab bahu saas ki khidmat karti thi, ab toh saas ko bahu ke naaz nakhre uthane parhte hain." Asiya Begum never liked Laraib's behavior from the beginning, and Laraib's decision to move out with Dawar only fueled resentment in Asiya Begum's heart. Ever since Laraib returned for Uswa's wedding, every aspect of her presence seemed unpleasant to Asiya Begum.
(That era is gone when a daughter-in-law served her mother-in-law; now the mother-in-law has to bear the daughter-in-law's tantrums.)
Rabia also disliked this, but she considered her son's happiness more important.
•••
As the wedding festivities began, Uswa found herself compelled to play the role of a modest girl, or else Rabia wouldn't hesitate to scold her publicly.
Uswa sat on the adorned jhula, draped in hues of yellow and gold flowers and drapes. The fragrance of haldi filled the air as the lively chatter of family and relatives echoed in the vibrant room. Her face glowed with the golden paste applied during the ritual, a radiant smile breaking through.
"Hyra, jao na dance karo." Hyra was sitting beside Uswa, she turned to Hyra and nudges her.
(Hyra, go and dance.)
"Tum bahar dance nahi karogi." Memories of Kubra's haldi, where Hayder had forbidden her to dance, flashed through Hyra's mind. A momentary hesitation crossed her face.
(You won't dance outside.)
"Nahi, mujhe nahi karna."
(No, I don't want to dance.)
Uswa's sparkled eyes dimmed. "Kyu?"
(Why?)
"Mera mann nahi."
(I don't feel like it.)
"Par mera toh hai." Uswa insisted, a hint of sulking in her voice.
(But I do.)
"Ussey mera kya lena dena?"
(What does it have to do with me?)
"Tum dance karte karte mujhe bhi utha dena. Main aise nahi ja sakti warna mummy datengi." Uswa explained.
(You dance, and I'll join in. I can't go like this; otherwise, Mom will scold me.)
"Tum sudhar nahi sakti, Uswa. Chup chap baithi raho. Kubra api kitni shy aur sweet si bride thi tum unse hi kuch seekh leti."
(You can't change, Uswa. Just sit quietly. Kubra api was such a shy and sweet bride; learn something from her.)
"Ek tum sweet, ek Kubra api sweet. Main aisi hi sahi."
(Kubra api and you are sweet enough. I am fine like this.)
"Matlab manti ho ki tum..."
(So you agree that...)
"Hyra," Before Hyra could retort an answer, Sami came there to call her. "Choti mummy bula rahi hain tumhe."
(Hyra, choti mummy is calling you.)
"Maama? Main abhi ayi." Hyra excused herself and made her way outside, where Arzoo was.
(I'll just come.)
"Apne bulaya?"
(You called me?)
"Tumhe? Nahi maine toh Hayder ko bulaya tha." Arzoo shook her head and explained.
(You? No, I called Hayder.)
"Par Sami keh raha tha apne bulaya."
(But Sami said you called me.)
"Jaldbaazi mein shayad naam theek se nahi suna hoga usne."
((He probably didn't hear the name correctly in a hurry.)
"Fir main jau..." Hyra nodded understandingly, ready to retreat back into the festivities when a well-dressed lady, accompanying Arzoo, chimed in.
(Should I go then?)
"Arzoo, yeh apki beti hai?" the lady inquired, her eyes appraising Hyra with a warm smile.
(Azroo, she is your daughter?)
"Ji, yeh meri beti Hyra hai." Arzoo, beaming with pride, nodded.
(Yes, she is my daughter Hyra.)
"Assalam-Alaikum," Hyra greeted her with a polite smile.
"Masha'Allah, bohot pyari bachhi hai. Maine toh Kubra ki mayoon mein dekha tha, bohot pyara dance kiya tha tumne." The genuine praise caused a flush of embarrassment to colour Hyra's cheeks.
(Masha'Allah, she's a very lovely girl. I saw her in Kubra's mayoon; she danced beautifully.)
Meanwhile, Hayder arrived, Sami told him Arzoo was looking for him.
The lady kept talking. "Apne iska rishta kahi dekha hai?"
(Have you seen any proposal for her?)
The atmosphere shifted subtly. Hyra, startled by the abrupt turn of events, stood there, holding her hand, her eyes wide with shock.
"Nahi, aap..." Arzoo tried to explain what she's thinking is wrong, Hyra is married. But enthusiastically, the lady interrupts.
(No, you...)
"Nahi? Fir toh bohot sahi hai, mera beta hai, doctor hai, aap kahe toh apko ussey milwa doon woh..."
(No? Then it's very good. I've a son, he is a doctor. If you agree, I can introduce you to him...)
"Excuse me, aap jiski baat kar rahi hain woh meri biwi hai." Hayder's temper flared instantly. Interrupting her with an edge in his voice, he declared.
(Excuse me, the person you're talking about is my wife.)
The statement hung in the air, leaving both the lady and Arzoo in an awkward silence.
Hayder shot Hyra a stern glare.
Hyra, dressed in a pink long churidaar frock, stood frozen in the midst of the unexpected confrontation. Her hair flowed loosely, framing her face, and the absence of her usual glasses revealed the striking beauty of her eyes, now widened in shock. The minimal makeup accentuated her features, adding a touch of elegance to her simplicity.
Hayder had cast admiring glances at her when she was dressed up for the functions. However, the current situation fueled his discomfort, as he didn't appreciate someone else praising her.
"Hyra!" Hayder's hard voice startled Hyra as she looks at him. He silently demanded her to follow him. Still processing the situation, Hyra hesitated for a moment before complying with his unspoken command.
"I... I'm sorry, mujhe maloom nahi tha..." The lady muttered, clearly embarrassed by the misunderstanding.
(I didn't know...)
Arzoo, maintaining her composure, nodded understandingly, "koi baat nahi." However, beneath her calm exterior, she couldn't help but worry about the unfolding situation between Hayder and Hyra, knowing well his short temper.
(It's okay.)
Many eyes were on Hayder, who held Hyra's hand firmly and led her upstairs with a sense of authority, including Dawar. Concerned, he contemplated following them upstairs to understand the situation. However, before he could take a step, Laraib's urgent call diverted his focus.
"Dawar, meri tabiyat theek nahi lag rahi." Worry lacer her voice as she informs him.
(Dawar, I'm not feeling well.)
"Kya hua?" Dawar's thoughts momentarily shifted from Hayder and Hyra.
(What happened?)
Laraib shook her head, she herself didn't know what was happening with her; she felt entangled in a strange dilemma. Her heart yearned to escape to a quiet place. The wedding festivities only worsens her headache. Dawar took her to their room
"Laraib, agar tumhe behtar nahi lag raha toh hum doctor ke paas chalte hain."
(Laraib, if you don't feel good, we can go to the doctor.)
"Mujhe bas thori derr aram karna hai." Taking her head into her hands, Laraib spoke, and Dawar joined her, sitting close on the bed.
(I want to rest for a bit.)
Whatever anger lingered between them melted away when he saw pain on her face. She is his wife, his love, the mother of his soon to be child. Dawar couldn't bear to see her in distress.
•••
Hayder, his anger evident, almost threw Hyra into their room, releasing her hand abruptly. Hyra, determined not to falter, steadied herself as he locked the door behind them.
"Hayder, aap please gussa na ho." Attempting to defuse the tension, Hyra cautiously requested.
(Hayder, please don't be angry.)
However, her plea was met with a stern glare that silenced her immediately.
"Jao, aur change karo." With a commanding tone, Hayder ordered.
(Go and change.)
"J... Ji?" Hyra, shocked by Hayder's abrupt command, asked hesitantly.
(What?)
"Ek baar mein sunai nahi deta kya tumhe? Change karo, apna chehra saaf karo, baal bhi bandho aur lenses hatao." In frustration, Hayder reiterated. His anger intensified as he spoke, unaware of the tears welling up in Hyra's eyes.
(Don't you hear properly? Go and change, wash your face, tie your hair and remove those lenses.)
Feeling a sense of blame, Hyra's voice wavered as she asked in a defensive yet meek tone, "Isme meri kya galti hai?"
(What's my fault in this?)
Hayder, taken aback by the hurt in Hyra's eyes, finally broke the tense silence. "Isme tumhari galti nahi hai," he admitted, his anger dissipating. "Lekin koi aur tumhari khoobsurati ko sarhaye main yeh bardasht nahi kar sakta."
(It's not your fault,)
(But I can't tolerate anyone else appreciating your beauty.)
However, instead of reassurance, his words further upset Hyra.
"Apka matlab hai main apne roz ke hooliye mein achhi nahi lagti, iss liye mujhe baal bandhe aur lense hatane..." She couldn't complate her sentence, feeling a great lump in her throat.
(You mean I don't look good in my everyday appearance? That's why you want me to tie my hair, remove lenses...)
The shock in Hayder's eyes was evident as he was about to step closer to her. "Maine aisa nahi kaha..." but Hyra stepped away, creating a growing emotional distance between them.
(I didn't say that...)
•••
"Kubra api, apne Hyra ko dekha hai?" Uswa, sitting with Kubra on the jhula, inquired
(Kubra api, have you seen Hyra?)
"Shayad maine ussey Hayder bhai ke sath dekha tha." Kubra, contemplating for a moment, responded.
(I think I saw her with Hayder bhai.)
Uswa made a face, and expressed. "Maine kaha tha ussey meri shadi mein sirf meri behen banna kisi ki biwi nahi."
(I had said she should only be my sister in my marriage, not someone's wife.)
"Kubra, idhar ana." Just then, Shahzaib arrived to call Kubra,
(Kubra, come here.)
"Kya hua?" Kubra didn't get up and asked. Confused what could bring Shahzaib here.
(What happened?)
Shahzaib leaned down and whispers in her ear. "Hyra behosh ho gayi hai. Baba bula rahe hain tumhe."
(Hyra fainted. Baba is calling you.)
"Kya hua Hyra ko?" Uswa overheard the conversation and immediately grew worried. "Main bhi chalungi."
(What happened to Hyra?)
(I'll also come.)
"Uswa, yeh tumhara function hai. Iss tarah se dulhan ka jana theek nahi. Tum baitho main dekhti hoon." However, Kubra gently stopped her. "Fikar na karo, Hyra theek hogi," she assured Uswa.
(Uswa, this is your function. It's not right for the bride to go like this. You sit; I'll see.)
(Don't worry, Hyra must be fine.)
•••
Sami hurriedly approached Arzoo, who was now with Rabia, and conveyed the alarming news. "Choti mummy, Hyra behosh ho gayi."
(Choti mummy, Hyra fainted.)
"Kya? Kaise?" Rabia put her hand over her chest and asked. Hyra was fine, what suddenly happened. Arzoo and Rabia swiftly made their way upstairs to check on her.
(What? How?)
Meanwhile, Dawar, searching for his mother to update her on Laraib's health, found only Uswa from his family members.
"Uswa, mummy kaha hai?"
(Uswa, where is mummy?)
"Dawar bhai, Hyra behosh ho gayi. Shayad mummy waha ho." Uswa, with worried expression, informed him. "Aap please uppar dekhke aye na woh theek hai."
(Dawar bhai, Hyra fainted, mummy must be upstairs.)
(Can you please go upstairs and check if she's okay?)
"What?" Dawar, shocked by the news, muttered an exasperated "Hayder," his emotions shifting from surprise to anger at the unfolding situation.
•••
I've now give up, from now on, I won't write anymore shadi scenes. Main direct qubool hai qubool hai dikhaungi.
Koi shadi ki scene bachi hi nahi. I'm currently working on 3 drafts and two of them starts with shadi scenes. Khair, Tum miley ka case alag hai, usme toh Ayyan chorhke chala gaya Amarah ko, toh I won't count that, but aangan, usme toh ek ek function likhna parh raha hai🙄 isliye abse jo stories ayengi, usme koi shadi ke scene nahi likhungi. Bas. Unless I get something cute in my mind🤔 warna mujhe toh sab same lagta hai.
Khair, how's the chapter? Do give your valuable feedback 😁
Also, in previous update, I asked about ship name of Hayder and Hyra and most of you suggested RaHa, mereko pehle laga Ranbir ki beti ka naam hai, but name toh pyara hai, aur inke name se yahi ban sakta hai bas.
And no, we can not call them Hayhy, (halaki according to y'all inka couple hi hayhy hai🐒.) But still, ship name toh pyara hona chahiye like HanYat, couple chahe jaisa ho 👉🏻👈🏻. So we are gonna lock RaHa, (konsa Alia case kar degi.)
-Ufaq