#20 on 8/1/17
What would you do on finding your marriage certificate in your home, when you were totally oblivious to this fact?
How would you prove the verity of your love to your spouse, who is left with no trace of your memory?
Nazia Shaikh, struggling to know her past, gets drifted towards a man, like he is the only one her sight was yearning for.
Yousuf Khan, forced to cage his feelings and part his ways, and accept memories as his companion that lets him to breathe.
Is what they've experienced amidst their marital bliss, along with trust somewhere dying down, before getting apart with the intrusion of horrifying fate. But though, their love and devotion for each other stands out as their knight, battling against every odd. And, finally mends their way to a new direction of undying bond.
I somehow dared to gather all my courage and cleared my throat to ask him. "Umm. Where's your wife? I mean I didn't see her in the whole party." The thought of him having a wife wasn't letting my mind at peace. I was really curious to know her.
"We don't live together." He answered with pain covering his expressions. "Why?" The word came out of my mouth so sudden that I didn't realize it. I mentally kicked myself thinking that it could be personal too.
"Because I--I've hurt her a lot."
"What is that you all are hiding from me? Don't I own any right to know about myself, about my own past?"
Tears started flowing down her cheeks, urging my heart to wipe them out. Why do I always become the reason of her tears? My mind started questioning me, enough to bring me to the verge of tears too.
Daring to look into her orbs, I let my words out. "Naaz, you'll know everything with time. Please don't burden yourself."
"Why don't you all understand? I need to know everything. Why can't you all just tell me?"