Aagayi hu!! Ye gobi jaisa muu utha k wapis. Padhai toh ho nahi rahi toh socha yaha aake thodi (bk**) he karli jaaye. Yes, I said a bad word. Chordo yaar frustation level mera abhi milky Way se bahar chala gaya hai.
"Koi sharam haya hai tum mai ya nahi?!" Saba's voice reverberated through the room, her frustration palpable as she addressed Qiswa, who seemed more interested in painting her nails than paying attention to her mother's words.
Ignoring her mother's scolding, Qiswa continued to focus on her nails, her attention fixed on the task at hand. However, her indifferent demeanor only served to further enrage Saba, who marched over and delivered a sharp smack to Qiswa's head, causing her to whine in discomfort as her freshly painted nails smudged slightly.
"Amma!! Kya hai yaar kyu pareshaan kar rakha hai?" Qiswa protested, her annoyance evident in her tone as she attempted to salvage her manicure. Yet, Saba's agitation only intensified, her frustration bubbling over.
"Ladki! Tumse kitni baar kaha hai maine Yazdaan se baat karo, usey apni taraf maayil karo. Tumhara hone waala shohar hai," Saba reiterated sternly, her voice laced with exasperation as she implored Qiswa to take her impending marriage seriously.
However, Qiswa remained defiant, rolling her eyes in response to her mother's admonition. "Maine pehle bhi aapse kaha tha, abhi bhi bata rahi hu, mai marr jaaungi lekin Yazdaan se shaadi nahi karungi," she declared adamantly, her resolve unwavering despite her mother's pleas.
Shocked by her daughter's stubbornness, Saba instinctively covered her mouth in disbelief, her gasp echoing her incredulity at Qiswa's defiance.
"Haaawww!! Kitni besharam ladki hai! Kyu bhyi?? Kya kami hai usme? Itna pyara toh hai!" Saba exclaimed, her disbelief evident as she confronted Qiswa's stubbornness, hoping to understand her daughter's reluctance to accept Yazdaan's proposal. Qiswa, however, remained unyielding, her expression conveying a mixture of defiance and indifference.
"Wahi toh baat hain Amma! Wo ek pyara sa bacha hai. Kyu mujhe uske gale baandh rahein hain aap log?" Qiswa retorted, her sarcasm cutting through the tension in the room as she challenged her mother's insistence on the marriage proposal. Saba's gasp of shock only served to fuel Qiswa's defiance further.
"Ladki toh kya 80 saal ka buddha dhundhe tumhare liye?" Saba's incredulous question hung in the air, highlighting the absurdity of Qiswa's reluctance to consider Yazdaan's proposal. Yet, Qiswa remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on her nails as she responded nonchalantly.
"80 saal ka buddha kon maang raha hai, par kam se kam daddy material toh ho..." Qiswa's words slipped out inadvertently, betraying her true thoughts on the matter. Saba's shock was palpable as she processed her daughter's unexpected remark.
"Kya material? Mai tumse tumhare hone wale shohar k baare mai puuch rahi hu aur tum kapdon k material bakk rahi ho!" Saba scolded, her frustration mounting as Qiswa's flippant attitude grated on her nerves. Qiswa sighed.
"Amma, khuda ka waasta hai aapko meri shaadi Yazdaan se naa karein," Qiswa pleaded desperately, her tone tinged with urgency as she implored her mother to reconsider. Saba, however, remained resolute, unmoved by her daughter's pleas.
"Arey!! Manhoos-marri, kya kami hai mere bhateejay (nephew) mai?" Saba's voice was sharp, her frustration evident as she pressed Qiswa for an explanation. Qiswa, feeling exasperated by her mother's persistence, responded with a heavy sigh, her irritation palpable.
"Wo mujhe mera bacha lagta hai Amma!!" Before she could continue, however, a sharp strike from her mother's hand landed on her head, eliciting a pained whine from Qiswa as she recoiled from the blow.
"La hawla wala quwat!!"
(Waise mujhe miss kiya tum logon ne??)
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"Aap patient k kya lagte hain?" the doctor inquired, his voice gentle and reassuring as he sought to put Yazdaan at ease.
"She works in my house, she's like family," Yazdaan replied with a warm smile. The doctor nodded.
"May I know where her husband is?" the doctor inquired further, his curiosity piqued by the absence of the woman's husband. Yazdaan hesitated for a moment, his expression tinged with uncertainty.
"Actually, I don't know. But you can tell me if there is anything wrong," Yazdaan responded, his tone reflecting a sense of responsibility and concern for the Guley's well-being. The doctor nodded in understanding, respecting Yazdaan's desire to ensure the woman's health and safety.
"Come with me," the doctor invited, gesturing for Yazdaan to follow him into his cabin. Both of them entered the cabin, and the doctor motioned for Yazdaan to take a seat opposite him. As Yazdaan settled into the chair, the doctor prepared to deliver some unexpected news.
"Actually, she is pregnant," the doctor revealed, his tone matter-of-fact yet filled with a sense of significance. Yazdaan was momentarily taken aback by the revelation, his expression shifting from surprise to warmth as he processed the news. For Yazdaan, this wasa moment of unexpected joy, breaking through the long-standing veil of sadness and loneliness that had enveloped him for so long.
"That's good news!" Yazdaan exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness as he processed the doctor's revelation. The doctor nodded in agreement, acknowledging the significance of the news.
"It is! But there are complications in the pregnancy. She needs to be in intensive care for at least 5 months. Otherwise, she will lose the baby," the doctor explained, his tone becoming more serious as he outlined the gravity of the situation. Yazdaan listened attentively, his expression shifting to one of concern as he absorbed the doctor's words.
"So, you are saying that she needs to stay in the hospital for 5 months?" Yazdaan sought clarification, his brow furrowing with worry. The doctor chuckled softly in response.
"Yes, but it's important if we admit her now," the doctor affirmed, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. Yazdaan nodded in understanding, his mind already processing the necessary steps to ensure Guley's well-being.
"Go ahead with whatever is required, doctor," Yazdaan stated firmly, his voice conveying determination to do whatever it takes to support the woman in need. The doctor smiled.
"But as you said that she works for your family, so, I don't think that they will be able to afford this hospital," the doctor voiced his concerns, prompting Yazdaan to consider the financial implications of the woman's medical care. Clearing his throat, Yazdaan responded with unwavering resolve.
"I will leave my contact information at the reception. I will make sure everything is paid on time," Yazdaan asserted confidently, his commitment to ensuring the woman's care unwavering. The doctor nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for Yazdaan's support.
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A FEW DAYS LATER..
"Main kehti hu mujhe 10 minute mai aap yahan nazar aayein!!" Aynoor's voice boomed from the phone, echoing through the room as Almeer listened with a sense of resignation. He glanced at his friends, who exchanged knowing looks and teasing gestures, clearly amused by the situation. Almeer couldn't help but sigh; it was evident that they had overheard Aynoor's spirited outburst.
"Khan?! Sun rahein hain na aap??" Aynoor's voice cut through the air once more, filled with impatience as she demanded his attention. Almeer braced himself, knowing he had to respond, even though he felt a twinge of embarrassment at being scolded by his petite wife in front of his friends.
"Ji sun rahein hain hum. Mere saath puura shehar bhi sun raha hai," he replied, his tone flat as he tried to maintain his composure, despite the awkwardness of the situation. Meanwhile, Aynoor, puzzled by his response, couldn't help but wonder aloud.
"Saara shehar humari baatein kyu aur kaise sunega, Khan?" she questioned, her confusion apparent as she tried to make sense of Almeer's cryptic remark, wondering if perhaps he had lost his mind.
"Iska credit bhi aapko he jaata hai," Almeer said, his breath escaping in a cold exhale as he reflected on the exchange.
"Aap kehna kya chahtein hain? Haa? Yahi na k mai chillati hu??" Aynoor's voice crackled with irritation, her words laced with exasperation. Almeer couldn't help but smile at her familiar outburst, recognizing the unmistakable signs of her fiery temperament.
"Ji, bas khush-naseebi hai meri. Masjid ka speaker mere nikkah mai aagya," he replied with a hint of mischief, imagining the shock on Aynoor's face at his revelation. He could almost picture her gasping in disbelief, her eyes wide with incredulity.
"Jaanwar hain aap!! I hate you, Khan," Aynoor exclaimed before abruptly ending the call. Almeer's smile widened at her dramatic response, amused by her unpredictable reactions. Despite her declaration of hatred, he knew deep down that she loved him just as fiercely as he loved her. He started at his phone screen when his gaze landed on the date.
Almeer's sudden reaction startled his friends, who were observing the scene with amusement. As he hastily rose from his chair and grabbed his bag, Hamza couldn't resist teasing him.
"Kidhar jaa rahi hai sawaari?" Hamza's tone dripped with playful sarcasm, but Almeer's intense gaze made him quickly realize that something serious was afoot.
"If I don't hurry back, I'm. gonna. be. deadmeat.." Almeer's words were laced with urgency, sending a shiver down Hamza's spine. He awkwardly chuckled in response, feeling the weight of Almeer's warning, and swiftly redirected his attention elsewhere.
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Almeer was standing outside his room, clutching bags filled with Aynoor's favorite treats—chocolates, ice cream, and all sorts of indulgences. Despite his pleas, she had locked herself inside, and he could only sigh in frustration.
"Noor, please...." Almeer knocked again, his voice tinged with genuine remorse.
"Yaar, i am sorry. I am really really sorry. Ek number ka nikamma hu main. Maaf karo na tum please..." he was practically begging He knew he had messed up and was now desperate to make amends. But instead of opening the door, all he heard was Aynoor's laughter from the other side, signaling that she was enjoying this little game of revenge.
With a resigned smile, Almeer decided to play along. He leaned against the door, pressing his forehead against it theatrically, as if symbolizing his surrender.
"Noor, yaar, ab itni achi toh aap hain he apne iklote, budhhu se shohar ko maaf kardein." His voice dripped with mock self-pity, hoping to evoke a sympathetic response. Another giggle escaped from behind the door, warming his heart despite the situation.
Just then, a maid approached with two water bottles, precisely as Almeer had instructed. He gratefully accepted them, knowing that Aynoor might be experiencing discomfort due to her menstrual cycle.
"Shhh..." Almeer gestured for the maid to keep quiet as he accepted the water bottles. He sighed loudly and dramatically, feigning defeat.
"Lagta hai aaj mujhe guest room mein he rehna padega!!" Almeer exclaimed theatrically, playing up his role as the downtrodden husband. He continued, "Thik hai, tum mere liye guest room set kardo, tumhari Aynoor bibi ne mujhe dafaa kardiya hai.." He motioned for the maid to go about her own tasks, knowing that Aynoor was likely listening on the other side.
As he prepared to make his exit, Almeer threw in his final card, "Noor, jaa raha hu main..." He took a few steps away from the door, fully expecting it to remain shut. However, to his surprise, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Aynoor standing there.
They exchanged a look, Almeer admiring her even in her disheveled state. Despite her messy hair and slightly downcast appearance, she still shone like a moon in his eyes.
"Aapne mujhe ullu banaya??" Aynoor asked, pouting at him. Almeer couldn't help but smile, approaching her with the bags in hand. He leaned in to kiss her forehead casually, his affectionate gesture not escaping her notice.
"Haan toh? Itna shareef lagta hu kya k saari raat guest room mai rahu ga?" he teased, but Aynoor missed the double entendre, caught up in her own mood.
"Mujhe aapse baat nahi karni, naraaz hu mai. Jaayein!" she declared, turning away and heading towards the bed. Almeer chuckled at her reaction, amused by her playful stubbornness.
"Mujhe pata tha aap mujhse baat nahi karengi. Isiliye maine chocolates aur ice cream bhi le aaye hain," he remarked, revealing the bags he had brought.
She made a face, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Nahi chahye!" she insisted, pouting at him.
Almeer shook his head, not deterred by her refusal. He walked over to their closet and retrieved a pair of socks before returning to her side. Sitting down in front of her on the bed, he gently took her foot and began to put on the socks.
"Dard toh nahi ho raha?" he inquired softly, his concern evident in his voice as he helped her with the socks. Aynoor's eyes widened as she realized that he knew about her condition and was caring for her so attentively. Almeer noticed her surprise and smiled, his affection for her shining through.
"Kya? Kya laga tha, mai bhool jaaunga?" he teased gently, continuing to put on her other sock before starting to massage her feet, offering her comfort and care.
"Aapko kaise pata chali?" Aynoor asked, still taken aback by his awareness, and he chuckled softly.
"Well, jaise tum in dino Dracula ban k mera khoon choosti ho date bhoolne ki koi gunjayish nahi hai," he teased, his affection evident in his tone. Aynoor crossed her legs, withdrawing her feet from his hands, and he smiled at her playful response.
Getting up from the bed, Almeer placed a water bottle on her tummy and another near her feet. He then tucked the comforter around her, ensuring she was comfortable. "Araam karo tum. Mai yahi hu," he reassured her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He blushed slightly, feeling the warmth of the moment.
As he moved to sit on the sofa, Aynoor caught his hand and said, "Yahi baith jaaye." Her gesture touched him, and he smiled warmly, settling down beside her on the bed as she wished.
He smiled and nodded, sitting beside her on the bed. Aynoor grinned and nestled closer to him, seeking his comforting presence. The warmth of their togetherness enveloped them both, creating a serene atmosphere.
Almeer turned to face her, and a particular scent caught his attention. He sniffed her hair and then looked at her with a serious expression. "Tumne last time nahaya kab hai?" he asked, his tone firm yet concerned.
Aynoor blushed crimson and buried her face into his side, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and affection.
"Itni sardi mai kon nahata hai, Khan!!!"
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"Aap log kyu chahte hain k Talayah, Almeer Khan ki dusri biwi ban jaaye?" she asked her husband, her voice laced with pain for her daughter.
"So should a prince descend from the heavens for your daughter?" he replied, staring directly into her eyes.
"But Bashaarat, don't you think this is unjust for our daughter?" she questioned, her voice filled with moisture, reflecting her anguish.
Basharat Yousufzai turned to his wife with authority, his tone commanding, "How many proposals have come and gone till now? Not a single one was interested in our daughter! Because of her complexion, she'll be left alone for life. No one will accept her!"
It was a father demeaning his own daughter. Why? Simply because she didn't fit the conventional beauty standards, not as fair as milk, which society deemed beautiful. In reality, Talayah was the most beautiful girl ever born into the Yousufzai family. But what cruel misfortune it was that her complexion was dark.
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The doctor emerged from the theatre and delivered the worst news of Kiara's life: "Your mother had a heart attack." Tears streamed down Kiara's face as she trembled, but she mustered the courage to ask, "Is she... is my mom?"
"Yes, she is safe, for now. But we can't say much for the future. Please take good care of her," the doctor instructed, to which Kiara nodded.
Collapsing onto the bench with a sigh, Kiara felt a wave of relief knowing her mother was safe. Looking up, she raised her hands in gratitude, thanking Allah, "Alhamdulillah," she murmured.
Kiara had only her mother now, as her father had perished in a plane crash. It was this very tragedy that had brought her mother to the brink of death. Despite the hardships, she found solace in the fact that her mother was still with her. Grateful that she hadn't been orphaned, Kiara acknowledged the immense loss she had suffered, for she only ever had her parents; they had no relatives, no one else to turn to.
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SHAH FAMILY.
Kamal knocked gently on Shadaab's door, calling out, "Shah bhai, aajayein!" She then proceeded to Hamdaan's room, where she knocked with more vigor, exclaiming, "Hamdaan bhai!!!!! Nashta tayaar hai!!" She knew he would be sleeping deeply.
With a smile, Kamal headed to the kitchen, where she began preparing breakfast. She deftly served omelette and bread onto plates, placing them on the dining table along with glasses of juice.
One by one, the family started gathering around the dining table.
Shadaab gestured for her to join them at the table, saying, "Tum bhi baitho aur nashta karo." Kamal nodded, her heart heavy with the shared burden of loss, and settled down beside Zartaab.
"Agar tum nahi hoti toh humara kya hota, mujhe toh soch k he khauf aata hai," Hamdaan expressed with a soft smile directed at Kamal, who returned it warmly, though her eyes reflected the sorrow they all carried.
As they ate, the atmosphere was somber, the absence of Aynoor casting a shadow over their once lively gatherings. Kamal observed the weight of guilt in the brothers' eyes, knowing they blamed themselves for their inability to protect their sister.
"Kuch pata chali?" Zartaab asked Shadaab and Hamdaan, seeking any updates on their ongoing search. Both shook their heads in response, their expressions clouded with worry and frustration.
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ONE MONTH LATER....
"Mooli!! Moolii.. see.." Mustakeem excitedly patted the wet soil and showed it to Aynoor. Aynoor made a face in response, correcting him gently, "Mooli nahi Mustakeem, Noori.. Bolo.. Noo-riii.."
But instead of repeating her name correctly, Mustakeem chuckled and exclaimed, "MooLII!!" clapping his hands in delight, causing Aynoor to sigh in mild exasperation.
Both of them were in the garden, surrounded by the lush greenery. Despite the presence of gardeners, Aynoor insisted on planting roses herself.
"Acha chalo ab kaam par focus karo," she said with determination, urging Mustakeem to concentrate. Mustakeem, too, looked determined and began patting the soil loudly with his tiny hands.
"Jab ye ugg jayenge naa, maine Khan k liye ek pyara sa bouquet banana hai," she continued, speaking to Mustakeem, who appeared clueless as he continued patting the soil with enthusiasm.
"Unhe acha lage ga na?" Aynoor paused her work, her hand resting on her face in a pensive gesture, completely unaware of the mud painting her features.
"Bilkul lage ga! Kyu nahi lage ga? Unki biwi unke liye itni mehnat kar rahi hai," she affirmed with a smile, lost in her thoughts as she continued her task.
Clad in a warm suit to ward off the chilly weather, her hair tied back in a neat braid, Aynoor's face and attire were adorned with smudges of mud from her gardening endeavors. If she were to go outside in this state, she risked being mistaken for a homeless person.
After spending an hour in the garden, she made her way back to her room. Pushing open the door, she found Almeer seated on the couch, engrossed in his laptop. As he looked up and caught sight of her, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Ye kya hai?" Almeer asked, perplexed by the sight of Aynoor's mud-covered face. With all that dirt on her, he felt as though a tree bark stood before him.
"Kya kya hai? Mai hu, Aynoor," she replied, her confusion evident as she tilted her head. Almeer couldn't help but chuckle at her response.
Rising from the couch, he approached her, teasing, "Jang-e-azeem ladd k aarahi ho?" Aynoor chuckled in response, denying the accusation, "Nahi toh."
Almeer raised an eyebrow and held her hands up, displaying the mud to her. "Acha aisa kya," he inquired, "Ye kya hai?" Aynoor smiled sheepishly, admitting, "Ye mitti hai."
Nodding knowingly, Almeer teased, "Arey wahh.. mai toh andha hu na," amused by her playful antics.
"Jab aapko maalum hai toh puucha kyu?" Aynoor sassed, her tone laced with playful defiance, as Almeer placed her hands gently on his chest.
Clad in a pristine white salwar kameez, Almeer's imposing physique filled Aynoor's senses, causing her cheeks to flush crimson with a sudden warmth.
"Maine puucha tha tum mitti k sath kya kar rahi thi?" he asked, his voice low and steady, as he slowly guided her hands down his chest, leaving faint imprints in their wake.
"Khan!! aapke kapde gande ho rahein hain!" Aynoor exclaimed in realization, but Almeer merely chuckled, his touch lingering as he guided her hands further down his torso.
"Jaan, aap mere sawaal ka jawaab dein," he requested gently, his grip tightening on her hands. Aynoor lowered her head slightly, admitting truthfully, "Main phool ugaa rahi thi."
As Almeer absorbed her response, his expression softened,
"Acha ji..." Almeer's gaze remained fixed on Aynoor's face, unwavering and intense. Aynoor could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the sound reverberating in her ears.
"Aap mujhe aise kyu dekh rahein hain?" she asked timidly, her usual sassy demeanor out of the window.
"Arey bhai, ab banda apni pyaari si haq-halaal ki biwi ko bhi na dekhe?" Almeer responded with a playful smile tugging at his lips, though his eyes betrayed the depth of his emotions.
Feeling flustered, Aynoor withdrew her wrists from his grasp and hurried towards the bathroom. But as she caught sight of her reflection in the bedroom mirror, she froze. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. Covered in mud from head to toe, she resembled a creature from a nightmare rather than the beauty Almeer was going on about.
Turning back to Almeer, who watched her with amusement, Aynoor realized the extent of her dishevelment.
"Kitne burey hain aap!! I look like a disaster aur aap meri jhooti tareefein kar rahein hain! Sharam nahi aati aapko?" Aynoor pouted, frustration evident in her voice as she glanced at Almeer, who wore a smile despite the mud stains adorning his kurta from her handprints.
Closing the distance between them, Almeer stood beside her, their reflections meeting in the mirror. With a tender sincerity, he uttered, "Khuda gawah hai meri tareef ki haqeeqat ka," his eyes reflecting nothing but honesty.
Aynoor stared at him in disbelief. "Aap pagal hogye hain kya?" she asked incredulously, unable to comprehend his words. But her jest was met with seriousness as Almeer reached for her braid, holding it gently in his hand as he leaned in to sniff it, his expression thoughtful.
"Meri jaan...khuubsurti shakal aur suurat mai nahi dekhne waale ki aankho mai hoti hain." he whispered and kissed her head.
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