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Three brothers sat in the dimly lit room, huddled together in tense whispers. The air was thick with the weight of their plotting, and the soft hum of the ceiling fan did little to break the tension. Hsyaan, the eldest, leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the audacious plan.
"You understand this has to be flawless," he began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "If anyone suspects, it will ruin everything."
The youngest brother, Zeeshan, nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "I've already arranged the car. It'll be waiting near the back gate an hour before the wedding starts. No one will notice."
Sufiyaan, the middle brother, who had been silently pacing the room, finally spoke up. "What about the guests? They'll ask where you are the moment you're missing."
Hayaan glanced at him, his face calm but his voice firm. "That's where you come in. You'll stall them. Tell them I'm feeling unwell or something came up. Just buy me enough time to get out of there."
Sufiyaan shook his head. "This isn't just about stalling, bhai. What about our parents? Do you have any idea how they'll react when they find out Zeeshan has run away from his own wedding?"
Zeeshan's expression darkened. "They'll understand eventually. It's better than going through with a marriage I don't want." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, I don't want to hurt anyone, but this is my life. I can't go through with it. I love someone else so why destroy that girl's life."
A heavy silence settled over the room as the brothers exchanged uneasy glances. The plan was risky, but Zeeshan's resolve was clear.
The three brothers leaned in closer, ironing out the final details. Time was running out, and the stakes had never been higher.
The tension in the room was palpable as Hayaan stepped out to take a call, leaving Sufiyaan and Zeeshan alone.
Sufiyaan folded his arms and turned toward Zeeshan, his face contorted with frustration as he got the call fromNoor and before he could talk to her Sufiyaan took his phone and threw it on the couch.
"What did you even see in that girl?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
"Hum apni life khatre mein daal rahe hain for you, and for what? Tell me honestly, do you actually like her that much? She's the enemy's daughter, Zeeshan! Dushman ki beti! That bastâ" his voice cracked with anger, "âhe left our sister on her wedding day, and now tu uski behen ke saath? Sharam nahi aayi tujhe?"
Zeeshan's expression hardened, his jaw tightening as he met Sufiyaan's glare. For a moment, he remained silent, and then he suddenly blurted out, his tone cold and calculating
"Bhai, mujhe koi shauq nahi hai is sab ka." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Main badla le raha hoon un sab se. Tabhi Noor se shaadi kar raha hoon. Koi pyaar-wyaar nahi hai mujhe usse."
Sufiyaan's eyes widened in shock. The words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and threatening.
"You're marrying her for revenge?" Sufiyaan hissed, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Zeeshan, yeh kya kar raha hai tu? Tujhe andaza bhi hai iska anjaam kya hoga?"
Zeeshan glanced toward the door, paranoid that Hayaan might overhear. His voice dropped further.
"Don't tell Hayaan Bhai this. He'll kill me if he finds out."
Sufiyaan shook his head, his shock quickly giving way to anger. "Zeeshan, yeh galat hai. Tum sirf Noor ki zindagi nahi, sab ki zindagi barbaad kar doge. Hayaan bhai ko pata chal gaya tohâ"
"Tabhi keh raha hoon," Zeeshan interrupted, his eyes narrowing, "chup raho. For everyone's sake, bhai. You promised to have my back, don't forget."
Sufiyaan stared at him, shocked he didn't have any idea that Zeeshan will get married for such reason he want to stop him but at the same time he too wanted to get revenge for his sister.
The sound of Hayaan's footsteps outside the door brought the conversation to an abrupt halt. Both brothers straightened as Hayaan reentered, his expression unreadable.
"What's going on?" he asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Nothing," Sufiyaan replied quickly, avoiding Hayaan's gaze. "We were just talking about the plan."
But the unease in the room was impossible to miss. Hayaan's eyes flicked between his brothers, sensing that something was being left unsaid.
Hayaan stepped closer, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed the tension between Zeeshan and Sufiyaan. The silence stretched uncomfortably, broken only by the faint ticking of the wall clock.
"Plan, huh?" Hayaan said, his voice low, laced with skepticism. "Tum dono kuch chhupa rahe ho, kya ho raha hai?"
Zeeshan forced a casual tone and shrugged. "Kuch nahi, bhai. Basâ"
"Bas kya?" Hayaan cut in, his tone harder now. His gaze locked onto Zeeshan, unyielding and probing.
Sufiyaan hesitated, shifting nervously. The weight of Zeeshan's earlier wordsâ"Hayaan Bhai ko mat batana"âpressed heavily on him. His heart pounding as Hayaan's piercing stare seemed to see right through him.
"Zeeshan sirf shaadi ke arrangements ke baare mein fikar kar raha tha," Sufiyaan finally blurted, hoping to deflect. "aap jante ho na, aise kaamon mein kitna stress hota hai."
Zeeshan shot Sufiyaan a warning look but quickly masked it with a tight smile. "Haan, bas wohi. Tension mat lo, bhai. Sab handle kar lenge."
Hayaan's jaw tightened. His instincts told him something wasn't adding up, but he chose not to push further for now. "Theek hai," he said, though his voice carried a clear undertone of distrust. "Lekin yaad rakhna, koi galti nahi honi chahiye. Hum afford nahi kar sakte."
They heard the sound from outside, Hayaan gesture he would see it. He turned and left the room, but the tension lingered in the air, thick and suffocating.
As soon as Hayaan was out of earshot, Sufiyaan rounded on Zeeshan, his voice a harsh whisper. "Main yeh nahi kar sakta, Zeeshan. Yeh sab bohot galat ho raha hai. bhai should know this"
Zeeshan's expression darkened, his tone cold and unyielding. "you promised bhai. Mujhpe bharosa kiya hai na? Mujhe regret mat karwana."
Sufiyaan glared at him, his frustration bubbling over. "Wada kiya tha, lekin is tarah ki harkatein karne ke liye nahi! Tu kisi ki zindagi ke saath khel raha hai.
"Mujhe sirf insaaf chahiye, aur woh main leke rahunga."
"Insaaf? Yeh insaaf hai?" Sufiyaan's voice rose slightly, but he quickly lowered it, glancing toward the door. "Tu apni behen ke liye dusri ladki ki zindagi barbaad karega? Yeh badla nahi, zulm hai, Zeeshan."
"Zulm?" Zeeshan scoffed bitterly. "Woh zulm tha jo unhone Mahira ke saath kiya. ap bhool gaya kya?"
Sufiyaan's jaw tightened, his mind flashing back to the pain their family had endured. "Main kuch nahi bhoola. Lekin yeh raasta sahi nahi hai."
"Raasta sahi ya galat, farq nahi padta," Zeeshan said coldly. "Jin logon Mahira ke saath kiya tha, uska jawab dena padega. Noor unki kamzori hai, aur main uska istemal karunga."
"Zeeshan, but " Sufiyaan hissed, his frustration mounting. "Aur agar Hayaan Bhai ko pata chal gaya tohâ"
"Tabhi keh raha hoon chup raho," Zeeshan interrupted, his eyes narrowing. "Mujhe rokne ki koshish mat kariye bhai . Warna main akela ye karunga, aur uska anjaam aur bhi bura hoga aap bhi jante hain."
Sufiyaan stared at him in helplessness.
Zeeshan could reply, Both brothers stiffened, the conversation coming to an abrupt halt. Zeeshan straightened his posture, his expression hardening into one of determination.
The tension in the dimly lit corridor was palpable as Hala stood outside the locked door, dragging a reluctant Aairah along. She whispered conspiratorially, her eyes narrowing as she tried to catch snippets of the muffled conversation inside.
"Hala, tum mujhe yahan kyun layi ho?" Aairah asked, her tone tinged with irritation. She tugged at her arm, glancing down the hallway. "Baraat chalne ka time ho gaya hai. Chalo mere saath."
Hala waved her off impatiently, her focus fixed on the door. "Areh bhabhi, kuch toh garbar hai. Yeh teeno bhai andar hain aur room bhi locked hai? Kuch toh ho raha hai, mujhe feeling aa rahi hai."
Aairah frowned, her voice softening as she tried to reassure her. "Woh Zeeshan ko lene gaye hain. Aur kya? Bas aa rahe honge. Tum zyada mat socho."
Hala turned to her, hands on her hips, an amused smirk playing on her lips.
"Bhabhi, aap bohot bholi hain. Aapko in plans ka andaza nahi hai." She gave a mischievous shrug. "Koi baat nahi, mujhe sab pata chalane do. Main aapko sikha dungi."
Before Aairah could respond, the door creaked open, and Hayaan stepped out. His tall frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the two women. His brows furrowed slightly in surprise as his gaze settled on Aairah. She instantly looked away, her heart skipping a beat.
"Kuch hua hai kya?" Hayaan asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. He raised an eyebrow, shifting his focus between the two of them, though his gaze lingered on Aairah longer than necessary.
Hala, quick to fill the silence, broke into a wide, fake smile. "Woh, Aairah bhabhi ko aapse baat karni thi. Kabse dhoond rahi hain aapko."
Aairah's eyes widened in shock as she turned to Hala. "Nahi! Yeh maine kab kaha?" she asked, her voice filled with innocent confusion.
Hayaan's brow arched higher as he studied her reaction, a faint glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. He crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation.
Hala, undeterred, bit her lip and let out a sheepish laugh. "Areh, bhabhi shayad sharma rahi hain."
Hayaan's expression shifted ever so slightly, his lips curling into the faintest of smirks. He took a step closer to Aairah, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur.
"Aapko baat karni hai mujhse, Begum?"
The words sent a shiver down Aairah's spine, and she instinctively stepped back, her breath catching. His piercing gaze pinned her in place, the intensity of his proximity leaving her weak. She struggled to maintain her composure, her cheeks flushing against her will.
"Nahi," she stammered, her voice unsteady
"Mujhe Zeeshan se baat karni hai." Desperate to escape the charged moment, she turned toward the door, but Hayaan's movements were swift.
He stepped into her path, blocking her way. His arm stretched out, barring her from reaching the door.
"Aap abhi unse nahi mil sakti," he said firmly, his voice low but commanding.
Aairah froze, her surprise evident. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at him. "Kyun?" she asked, her tone defiant but laced with confusion.
"kuch zaroori kam karaha hai wou," Hayaan replied, his calm demeanor betraying nothing. His eyes held hers, steady and unyielding, making it clear he wouldn't let her pass.
Hala, standing off to the side, watched the exchange with wide eyes, her curiosity mounting.
"Hayaan bhai, kuch zyada serious nahi ho raha? Kya chal raha hai andar?" she probed, trying to lighten the mood.
"Bas bhaiyon ki baat hai," Hayaan said without looking at her, his attention still locked on Aairah. "Aap log apni tayari karein."
Aairah opened her mouth to argue, but the way Hayaan stoodâtall and firm, with an aura of quiet authorityâmade her hesitate.
She knew there was more to his actions, but for now, she had no choice but to back down.
"Thik hai," she said softly, stepping back. But her eyes lingered on him, filled with suspicion.
Satisfied, Hayaan gave a curt nod. His voice softened as he added, "Good. Aur Begum," his gaze turned warmer for a moment, "agar kuch chahiye ho, mujhe batayiye."
Aairah's heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly turned away, reakising she had to ignore him grabbing Hala's arm.
"Chalo," she muttered, dragging her down the corridor, but Hala stopped and looked at her in disbelief and placed her hand on waist.
"Bhabhi seriously ap unki baton mein agayii, wou jhoot bolrahe hai trust me lets go back and ask him seriously" She told her Aairah was surprised she wanted to avoid her husband but now hala is pushing her.
"Hala tumhe koi galat fehmi huii hogi wou kyun kuch chupayenge"
"Acha tou bhir andar kyun nai jane diya? or mere tou shohar sahab bahir he nai arahe kamre se aisa konsa zaroori kam hai jo teeno bhai sath me karahe hain?"
Aairah sighed deeply, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and frustration. She couldn't let Hala storm get their ecklesslyâespecially not when Hayaan was likely to scold her for showing up again. Reluctantly, she followed her determined sister-in-law back toward the door.
As they approached, Hayaan looked up, clearly surprised to see them again. His intense gaze immediately found Aairah, lingering on her longer than necessary.
His eyes softened ever so slightly, but the weight of his stare made her avert her gaze, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
"Aap phir se yahan?" Hayaan asked, his tone calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.
Hala, however, was undeterred. "Mujhe Sufiyaan se baat karni hai," she said, her voice firm as she folded her arms. "Mujhe andar jana hai, bhai."
Hayaan raised a brow, his suspicion clear. "Jo baat hai, mujhe bataiye. Main Sufiyaan tak pahucha dunga," he replied smoothly, his voice low and deliberate.
Hala squinted at him, clearly unimpressed. "Kya? Private baat bhi aap share karenge? Wah," she shot back sarcastically, taking a bold step closer to him.
The sudden proximity made Hayaan visibly uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, his jaw tightening as he maintained his composure.
But Aairah noticed the subtle tension in his posture, and her protective instincts kicked in. Before Hala could push any further, Aairah quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Hala, bas karo," Aairah murmured softly but firmly, her grip steady.
Hala sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if disappointed. But she wasn't giving up just yet.
"Fine," she said, exhaling sharply. "Main kuch kehna chahti hoonâprivately. Toh please," she added, making her voice as exaggeratedly sweet as possible.
Hayaan glanced at her, then at Aairah, his face a mix of awkwardness and irritation. He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath before stepping inside the room, clearly annoyed by the intrusion.
The moment he disappeared behind the door, Hala bent down, her hands on her knees as she peeked through the small keyhole.
"Hala! Yeh tum kya kar rahi ho?" Aairah asked, shocked at her audacity.
"Shhh," Hala whispered, waving a dismissive hand. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing inside.
Aairah's eyes widened in disbelief, torn between dragging her away and stopping her outright.
"Hala, seriously! Yeh bilkul sahi nahi hai," she whispered harshly, glancing nervously at the door as though Hayaan might catch them at any moment.
"Bas ek minute, bhabhi," Hala muttered, not taking her eyes off the keyhole. Then she frowned, her face twisting in confusion. "Yeh log andar kya kar rahe hain? Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha."
Aairah sighed, her patience wearing thin. "Hala, please! Chalo yahan se," she pleaded, tugging at her arm. But Hala remained rooted in place, determined to uncover the mystery on the other side of the door.
"Hala!" Aairah whispered again, her voice laced with urgency, but her sister-in-law refused to budge. Ya Allah, Aairah thought anxiously. Hayaan agar dekh lenge, toh kya hoga?
Inside the room, the three brothers were anything but serious. Despite their earlier intense conversation, the atmosphere had shifted into unexpected chaos.
Zeeshan was pacing back and forth, wearing an oversized sherwani jacket that clearly wasn't his.
"Yeh mujhe kisne diya? Hayaan bhai, yeh mujh par fit hi nahi ho raha! Mujhe isme kaise bhagna hai?" he exclaimed, tugging at the tight sleeves.
Hayaan, who had been busy trying to look composed, rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Maine bola tha ke apne kapde theek se check karo, Zeeshan!" he said, running a hand over his face.
Meanwhile, Sufiyaan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, trying to figure out how to tie a makeshift turban from an old scarf for fun.
"Zeeshan, agar bhaag hi rahe ho, toh sherwani ki kya zarurat hai?" he teased, smirking.
"Bhai, main dulha hoon! Dulha bina sherwani ke bhaga toh log kya kahenge?" Zeeshan snapped, his face red with frustration.
Sufiyaan burst out laughing. "Log yeh kahenge ke dulha ka fashion sense zero tha! Yeh sherwani toh circus ka joker bhi nahi pehenta."
Hayaan, trying to keep them on track, clapped his hands sharply. "Focus, guys! Humein Zeeshan ko safe nikalna hai, na ki fashion parade karwana!"
Suddenly, Zeeshan tripped over the too-long hem of the sherwani and landed face-first on the bed. The brothers froze for a moment before Sufiyaan broke into uncontrollable laughter.
"Yeh toh bhaagne se pehle hi gir gaya!"
Hayaan shook his head, muttering, "Allah bachaaye mujhe in dono se."
As this comedic scene unfolded, Hala, still peeking through the keyhole, stifled her gasp.
"Yeh log andar kar kya rahe hain?" she whispered, surprised.
Aairah, still tugging at her arm, whispered furiously, "Hala, mujhe kuch bhi nahi sunna! Chalo yahan se!"
But Hala couldn't resist giving her own commentary. "Bhabhi, Zeeshan bhai sherwani mein stuck hain! Aur Sufiyaan turban pehen ke joker lag rahe hai!"
Aairah's jaw dropped. "Tum seriously yeh dekh rahi ho?" she hissed.
Hala nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Aur Hayaan bhai... unka patience ka level zero ho raha hai! Bahut mazaa aa raha hai."
"Par herani ki baat yeh hai ke yeh log kuch bhaagne ki baat karahe hai bhabhii" She said making aairah shocked.
"kyaa kehrahii ho"
At that exact moment, a loud thud came from inside the room, followed by Zeeshan yelling, "Yaar, yeh sherwani ka button toot gaya!"
And the chaos continued to unfold. Zeeshan, still struggling with his oversized sherwani, now had one sleeve completely stuck.
"Yeh haath toh bilkul kaid ho gaya, bhai!" Zeeshan whined, flailing his arm like a trapped bird. "Mujhe is sherwani se azadi chahiye!"
"Bhaag raha hai dulhan ke saath, aur azaadi ki baatein kar raha hai," Sufiyaan said, barely holding back his laughter as he adjusted the makeshift turban on his head. The scarf-turned-turban was slipping over one eye, giving him a pirate-like look.
"Sufiyaan, woh turban pehne ka kya faida? Mujhe lagta hai tu apni shakal chhupa raha hai!" Hayaan muttered dryly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Zeeshan ki halat dekh ke lagta hai dulhan hi bhaag jayegi, dulha nahi."
"Yaar, seriously! Koi meri help kare!" Zeeshan groaned, trying to yank his arm free. Instead, he stumbled backward into a chair, sending it toppling over with a loud crash.
"Sufiyaan," Hayaan said with exaggerated calmness, "tumhari biwi tumse private baat karna chahti hain."
Sufiyaan, who was now attempting to balance a chair on one leg, froze mid-motion. The chair wobbled dangerously before crashing to the floor. "Kya?" he exclaimed, his turban slipping completely over his face. "Private baat? use kabse mujhse private batein karna shauq agaya hai?"
Hayaan folded his arms, his expression unimpressed. "Haan, abhi jaa. Tumse kuch zaruri kehna hai."
"Main toh kuch samajh hi nahi raha," Sufiyaan muttered, pulling the scarf off his head. "Main yahaan dulha ko bhaagne ki training de raha hoon, aur wahan biwi private baatein karna chahti hain. Ajeeb hai yaar."
"Jaa ke baat kar lo," Hayaan said dryly, gesturing toward the door with a flick of his hand. "Warna yeh dono yahan khadi rahengi."
"Dono?" Sufiyaan asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.
"Yeah," Hayaan replied, rubbing his temple with his thumb as if the whole situation was giving him a headache. "Aairah is with her."
"Oh, bholi bhabhi," Zeeshan commented with a sly grin, only to receive a sharp, deadly glare from Hayaan that could've silenced an entire room.
Realizing his mistake, Zeeshan quickly raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin turning sheepish.
"I mean... bhabhi is very innocent," he corrected himself, his voice overly earnest. "It must be Hala bhabhi who forced her into this!"
Hayaan sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Zeeshan, kabhi kabhi lagta hai ke tumhare bina bhi yeh drama utna hi complete hota," he muttered under his breath
.
Zeeshan blinked innocently, pretending not to catch the sarcasm, while Sufiyaan smirked, clearly amused.
"Well, agar dono wahin hain," Sufiyaan said with a shrug, already making his way toward the door, "toh dekhte hain Hala kis nayi nautanki mein lagi hai."
"Bas ek kaam karna," Hayaan called out after him, his tone exasperated. "Hala ko samjhana, aur Aairah ko aur confuse mat karna."
"Bhai, main kya samjhau jab khud Hala bhi samajhne waali nahi hai," Sufiyaan retorted, grinning, before stepping out.
Zeeshan chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "Ab dekhna, bhai. Drama part two ready hai."
Hayaan groaned, running a hand over his face. "Tumhe kisi din chup rehne ka award zaroor milega."
As Sufiyaan headed toward the door, Zeeshan leaned casually against the wall, smirking like he had front-row tickets to a blockbuster drama. "Bhai, ab toh popcorn ka intezam karna padega," he quipped, folding his arms.
Hayaan shot him a sharp look. "Zeeshan, agar tumhe yeh popcorn-wali commentary khatam karni hai toh main tumhe wahan bhej deta hoon un dono ke saath. Tum bhi involve ho jao."
Zeeshan immediately straightened up, his grin faltering. "Arre nahi, bhai. Mujhe drama dekhna pasand hai, karna nahi," he said quickly, waving his hands in protest.
Sufiyaan, who had paused by the door to enjoy the exchange, chimed in, "Honestly, tumhare expressions dekh ke lagta hai tumhari life mein already kaafi drama hai."
Zeeshan puffed up his chest in mock indignation. "Drama nahi, bhai. Main toh ek calm aur sorted banda hoon."
Hayaan snorted. "Haan, bilkul. Tum jitne sorted ho, utna hi peaceful yeh ghar hai."
Before Zeeshan could come up with another ridiculous comeback, Sufiyaan decided to add fuel to the fire. "Waise, Hala aur Aairah dono ek saath hain na?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Obviously," Hayaan replied dryly, gesturing toward the door again. "Kuch toh mahaul garam kar rahi hongi wahan. Jaa ke control kar le."
Zeeshan clapped his hands together dramatically. "Dekho, mujhe toh lagta hai Hala bhabhi ne Aairah bhabhi ko pakka koi emotional speech de di hogi. Like, 'Aairah, tumhare aur Hayaan ke beech jo bhi chal raha hai, tum strong ban sakti ho.' Aur Aairah bhabhi is like, 'Haan Hala, tum sahi keh rahi ho.' Wah, kitna filmy!"
Sufiyaan rolled his eyes, though a smirk lingered on his lips. "Aur tumhara drama ka analysis kaun kar raha hai, Zeeshan? Tum na seriously ghar ke in-laws ki WhatsApp group ke gossip king lagte ho."
Zeeshan held a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. "Gossip king nahi, bhai. Main bas keen observer hoon."
Hayaan sighed, shaking his head. "Sufiyaan, isko observer se direct bahar ka rasta dikhao."
Sufiyaan laughed and opened the door, turning to Zeeshan. "Tu chal mere saath. Let's see kis level ka hungama ho raha hai andar."
Zeeshan immediately panicked. "Arre nahi, bhai! Main yahin theek hoon. Tum jao. Main backup ke liye yahan khada hoon. Tumhe kuch chahiye toh awaaz dena."
Sufiyaan gave him a mock salute. "Haan, tum backup ke naam pe sirf bakwas hi karoge."
As Sufiyaan walked out, Zeeshan turned to Hayaan with a sheepish grin. "Dekha, bhai? Bro code intact. Main apke saath hoon."
Hayaan glared at him. "Bro code ke naam pe tumne jo dialogues diye hain, mujhe lagta hai tumhe ek din ghar se nikaal diya jayega."
Zeeshan grinned wider. "Tab bhi main aapke saath rehne aa jaunga, bhai. Bro code jo hai."
Hayaan closed his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Koi isko bandh kar de, please."
Zeeshan, still stuck in his sherwani, snickered. "Sufiyaan bhai, jao. Shayad tumhare liye koi love letter likha ho bhabhi ne."
"Bas kar, Zeeshan," Sufiyaan groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Yeh private baatein tumhare plan se zyada dangerous lag rahi hain."
"Listen to me you both, this is a secret between us brother so be careful don't forget the bro code" Zeeshan told them as they rolled their eyes.
Sufiyaan stepped out of the room, his expression unreadable but his mischievous grin gave away his mood. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned against the doorframe and locked eyes with Hala, who was fidgeting nervously. Aairah, standing nearby, looked between the two, utterly perplexed by the tension in the air.
"Private baat karni hai tumhe?" he drawled, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Pehle kabhi toh yaad nahi aayi tumhe private baat."
Hala's breath hitched at his teasing tone, but she didn't falter.
"Yes, ab yaad aayi. I want to talk now," she shot back, her voice trembling slightly but holding firm.
Sufiyaan's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Really? Chalo phir," he said, stepping forward and grasping her wrist with a casual confidence that made her cheeks flush.
She widened her eyes in alarm and turned to Aairah, silently signaling her to get inside the room. Catching the signal, Aairah hesitated before nodding.
Sufiyaan tugged Hala into the corner of the hallway, his presence both infuriatingly playful and disarmingly magnetic.
"Ab bolo, Mrs. Sufiyaan," he whispered, leaning closer, "Kya baat hai jo itni urgent hai?"
Hala swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times, but with him so close, his teasing demeanor melting into something more intense, words seemed to fail her.
As Sufiyaan leaned closer, waiting for her to speak, Hala took a deep breath, her gaze darting around nervously. Then, with a determined expression, she, reached for the string of her blouse and loosened it slightly. Then she turned around showing his back to him.
"Hala!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of shock and disbelief. His teasing smirk vanished as his eyes widened. "Yeh... kya kar rahi ho tum?"
Without turning to face him, she coolly replied, "Open hogaya hai. Bandh do."
He blinked, utterly flabbergasted. "Tum bhabhi ko bhi bol sakti thi! Mujhse kyunâ"
"Bhabhi ko nahi," she interrupted, her tone firm yet calm, "tumse hi karwana tha."
His hands froze mid-air as he tried to make sense of her words. "Tum seriouslyâ"
Before he could finish, she turned back around, facing him with an expression that was both vulnerable and daring.
"I've been thinking," she began, her voice trembling just a little, "ke hum ek chance de sakte hain... apne relationship ko."
For a moment, Sufiyaan didn't respond. His brows furrowed, his usual air of confidence stripped away as her words sank in.
"Hala..." he began, his voice lower now, the teasing edge replaced by something more serious. "Tum sach bol rahi ho?"
"Yes," she said firmly, meeting his gaze. "Mujhe lagta hai ke hum dono ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish kar sakte hain... If you're ready to try."
He stared at her, his shock melting into a strange mix of emotionsâcuriosity, hesitation, and something softer he didn't want to admit. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady.
"Tum toh mujhe hamesha shock deti ho," he said, turning around and tying the string of her blouse with careful, deliberate hands. "Pehle bhi aur ab bhi."
She smiled softly, unsure whether it was relief or the beginning of something new. "Toh... kya jawab hai tumhara?"
Sufiyaan tied the final knot of her blouse string, his movements slow and deliberate, as though prolonging the moment. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, making Hala shiver slightly, but she didn't move. As he stepped back, she turned her face to him, her heart racing
.
He looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before his smirk returned. "Ek chance dena hai na? Toh dena padega," he said, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes held a flicker of something deeper.
Before she could respond, he surprised her by stepping closer. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a warm, protective embrace. Hala gasped softly at the sudden contact, her back pressed against his chest.
"Sufiyaan... kya kar rahe ho?" she managed to whisper, her voice trembling.
He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his breath fanning her neck. "Tumne toh baat ki, ab meri baari hai," he murmured. His tone had softened, a stark contrast to his usual teasing demeanor. "Ek chance chahiye na? Toh shuru yahi se karte hain."
Hala's cheeks flushed a deep red, her heart thudding in her chest. She tried to speak, but words failed her. Instead, she found herself leaning into his embrace, her body betraying her nervous mind.
As if sensing her surrender, Sufiyaan turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against her cheek in a feather-light kiss. It was brief but enough to send a jolt through her, leaving her stunned.
"Tumhe shock dena toh mera haq hai," he whispered, his voice tinged with playfulness but also a rare sincerity. "Aur tum pehle hi meri ho, Hala.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, their faces just inches apart now. Her lips parted and for the first time, Hala smiledâa small, shy smile that spoke of hope and something new blossoming between them.
In that moment, the space between them disappeared, and with it, the unspoken walls that had once kept them apart.
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Aairah was about to step into the room when Hayaan emerged, his tall frame blocking her path. His brows furrowed as he noticed her hesitant stance.
She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Mein jaanti hoon... aap mujhpe trust nahi karte," she said, her voice trembling as she nervously played with her fingers. "Isliye sab kuch chupa rahe hain mujhse."
Hayaan let out a sharp breath, shaking his head in frustration. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Aairah," he said firmly, "aisa kuch nahi hai."
She flinched at his denial, her heart aching. "Aapko mujhpe bharosa nahi," she whispered, her voice cracking with hurt. "Kaise karoon aapka samna, jab aapne khud mere bharose ko toda hai? Sab kuch mujhse chhupa kar... aur ab toh Zeeshan ki baatein bhi."
His jaw clenched at the mention of Zeeshan. "Aairah, you are taking it all wrong," he said, his voice tinged with exasperation, but there was a softness in his gazeâa plea for her to understand.
But she didn't respond. Instead, she turned her face away, her silence speaking volumes.
Hayaan sighed, realizing he needed to do more than just offer words. "Aaye mere saath," he said suddenly, grabbing her hand gently but firmly. Before she could protest.
"Hayaan, yeh kyaâ"
Hayaan firmly held Aairah's hand as he led her into the room, his expression unreadable. Inside, Zeeshan, who had been pacing nervously, froze mid-step. His eyes widened in shock.
"S-she's here?" Zeeshan stammered, his gaze darting from Hayaan to Aairah, who looked equally surprised.
Before Zeeshan could recover, Sufiyaan stepped into the room behind them, his arms crossed and his brows raised.
"Kya chal raha hai yahan?" Sufiyaan asked, his tone laced with curiosity as his sharp gaze assessed the tension in the room.
Hayaan didn't waste time. He looked at Aairah, his voice firm yet steady. "I think it's time we let her know everything," he announced, his words carrying the weight of a decision he had clearly thought through. His grip on Aairah's hand tightened slightly, reassuring her.
Zeeshan gulped audibly, panic flashing across his face. "Bhai... yeh sab zaroori hai kya? I mean, bro code... yaad hai?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. "This is not correct bhai!"
Hayaan turned to him, his glare sharp enough to silence him. "Zeeshan," he said in a warning tone, "ab yeh sab jokes band karo. Aairah ko sachai jaanni chahiye."
Zeeshan looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He opened his mouth to argue further, but before he could, Sufiyaan chimed in, his smirk growing wider.
"Well, agar aaj sach bolne ka din hai," Sufiyaan said casually, leaning against the doorframe, "then I think I should tell my wife everything too."
The color drained from Zeeshan's face as he turned to Sufiyaan in horror. "No, no, bhai... no need for that! Absolutely no need!" he blurted, his voice rising an octave.
Sufiyaan raised a brow, his expression feigning innocence. "Why not? Agar Hayaan bhai apni wife ko sab bata rahe hai, toh mujhe bhi batana chahiye, right? Fair toh hona chahiye."
Hayaan struggled to suppress a smile as he watched Zeeshan's growing panic. Meanwhile, Aairah, still trying to piece everything together, narrowed her eyes.
"Zeeshan... yeh sab kya ho raha hai?" she asked, her voice suspicious.
Zeeshan turned to her, his expression desperate. "Kuch nahi, bhabhi! It's just... brotherly jokes. You know, bonding time. Sab kuch perfectly normal hai!"
Sufiyaan scoffed, stepping forward. "Normal? Tumhare chehre pe toh likha hai kuch badi baat chhupa rahe ho. Ab bol do, ya main kuch bhi bol dunga Hala ke saamne."
"Okay, okay fine!" Zeeshan exclaimed, throwing his hands up in surrender. "But remember, bro code toh tod diya hai aap dono ne!"
Hayaan smirked. "Bro code se zyada zaroori meri wife ka trust and assurance hai.
The room fell silent, tension heavy in the air. Aairah looked between them, her curiosity growing by the second. "Ab koi mujhe explain karega ke chal kya raha hai?" she demanded, crossing her arms.
Zeeshan sighed, realizing there was no escape. "Theek hai... but don't judge me, bhabhi okay?" he muttered, finally ready to spill the truth.
Hayaan and Sufiyaan exchanged victorious glances as the chaos unfolded.
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