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The hall was buzzing with lifeâlaughter, voices, and chatter but none of it mattered to Hayaan. His focus wasn't on the guests, the conversations, or the formalities. His focus was on his wife.
Aairah.
No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he couldn't stop his eyes from seeking her out. And there she was, moving through the crowd with her usual grace.
Her red saree flowed effortlessly around her, her hair falling in delicate waves that framed her face. She smiled politely, her lips curving just enough to make her look approachable but distant. She was playing her part well.
But Hayaan knew her better than that.
He saw the way her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her palu, how she avoided looking in his direction, even when she knew he was there.
It was almost amusingâalmost. Because underneath that calm, composed exterior, she was flustered, and he knew why.
He smirked to himself, remembering the car ride earlier. The moment she'd landed on his lap, her soft gasp and wide eyes had told him everything.
She hadn't expected it. Neither had he, honestly, it was too bold for him but once she was there, so close, her warmth pressed against him, he couldn't resist pushing her a little further.
The way she had blushed, her hands clutching his shoulders for balanceâit was worth every ounce of her current avoidance.
But that didn't mean he was going to let her run.
As he casually moved through the crowd, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, his eyes kept returning to her.
She was standing near his mother now, looking far too interested in whatever conversation they were having. Her shoulders were stiff, her body tense. She knew he was watching her.
A flicker of movement caught his attention. Her parents had just entered the hall, their familiar presence commanding respect from the guests around them.
Hayaan straightened, smoothing out his kurta before heading toward them. He wasn't going to let Aairah avoid him any longer, not when he had a perfect excuse to stand by her side.
She noticed him before he spoke. He saw it in the way her body went still, her fingers gripping her saree's pallu a little tighter. It was satisfying, knowing he had that effect on her.
"Assalam o Alaikum," he greeted her parents warmly, his tone respectful yet confident.
"Wa Alaikum Assalam beta" her father replied, shaking his hand firmly. Her mother gave him a polite smile, her eyes crinkling with approval.
Aairah stood beside him, silent as ever, her eyes trained ahead. She refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge his presence, but Hayaan wasn't going to let her pretend he wasn't there.
"Aapki beti sab ka bohat khayal rakh rahi hai," Hayaan said smoothly, his voice steady as he glanced at her mother. "Sab mehmaanon ko bohat izzat aur tawajjo de rahi hain." Her mother's smile widened with pride.
"Hamesha se aisi hai. Har baat ka khayal rakhti hai. Bohat zimmedar aur samajhdar hai" She replied, patting her cheeks.
Hayaan's lips quirked into a small smile. His eyes flickered to Aairah, who was standing unnaturally still.
"Bilkul, aisi hi hai," he said, his tone soft, almost intimate.
He didn't miss her reaction. The way her breath caught, her cheeks pinked slightly, and her grip on her her saree tightened. She could try to mask it all she wanted, but she wasn't fooling him.
As her parents continued speaking, Hayaan shifted his stance ever so slightly, letting his shoulder brush against hers. The touch was brief, almost accidental, but the way she stiffened told him she felt it.
Lowering his voice so only she could hear, he murmured, "Mujhse door kyun bhaag rahi hai app?"
Her lips pressed into a tight line, but she didn't answer. Her silence only made his smirk deepen.
"Hamesha ke liye door nahi bhaag sakti," he added, his tone teasing yet firm.
Finally, she responded, her voice low and clipped. "Main door nahi bhaag rahi hoon."
"Jhoot bol rahi hain ap begum" he whispered, leaning closer, his breath brushing against her ear.
Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened, and she took a subtle step away from him, trying to create distance.
But she couldn't go far, not with her parents standing right there. She masked her unease with a polite smile, pretending as if nothing had happened, but Hayaan caught the flicker of panic in her eyes.
He straightened, letting her think she'd won for now. Turning his attention back to her parents, he continued the conversation as though nothing was amiss.
Aairah stood beside her mother, trying to appear calm, but her mother's sharp eyes noticed the tension on her face. Gently, her mother touched her arm and leaned closer.
"Aairah jan, che sa qisa da? Da starge wrang de. Khudai di wakhla, khairiyat de?" her mother asked, her tone filled with concern
(Aairah, my love, what's the matter? Your face looks pale. For God's sake, is everything alright?)
Aairah shook her head, forcing a smile she didn't entirely feel. "Ammi, da zehkar da, bas daldha yam. Nor sa na da, fikar makawa."
(Mama, it's nothing, I'm just tired. Nothing else. Don't worry.)
Her mother narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. "Da thaka na da, che wrang de. Da zama nazar na baachi. Da Hayaan sarah har sa theek day?"
(This isn't just tiredness. Something's off. Is everything alright with Hayaan?)
Aairah stiffened at the question but quickly composed herself. She nodded, brushing her fingers against the edge of her saree pallu.
"Ho, Ammi, har sa theek day. Taso fikar makawa. Da bas da mehmaanano sa khidmat sara khwara shwa yam." She replied Her mother tilted her head, clearly not satisfied.
(Yes, Mama, everything is fine. Don't worry. I'm just exhausted from attending to the guests.
"Aairah, da zama zimmedari da, che sta khushhali da haqiqatan maloom sham. Da Hayaan di sanga rawaya da? Sta sa problem da?"
(Aairah, it's my responsibility to know if you're truly happy. How is Hayaan treating you? Is there a problem?)
"Ammi, za bilkul khush yam. Da bas mehmaanano waja sara stress shaway yam. Har sa bilkul theek da," Aairah replied softly, avoiding her mother's piercing gaze.
(Mama, I'm absolutely fine. It's just the stress of the wedding . Everything is perfectly fine.)
Her mother studied her for a moment longer, clearly not entirely convinced but unwilling to press her further.
She patted Aairah's hand gently. "Che har sa theek de, no khudai di wakhla. Kho agha ba khidmat na khpal khushhali qurban ka." (If everything is fine, then may God protect you. But never sacrifice your happiness for anyone.)
Aairah's mother, her tone affectionate yet slightly teasing, spoke in Pashto, making Aairah smile faintly as she listened.
"Chand wradze zama sara Kashmir tarr sha, tol delta ta yaad wai, ao aaram hum kawi."
("Come with me to Kashmir for a few days. Everyone here misses you, and you can also relax there.")
Aairah's eyes softened as she looked at her mother. The mention of Kashmir brought back memories of her childhood, the peaceful moments spent with her family in the mountains. She could almost feel the cool breeze and hear the soft rustling of leaves.
"Bebinam, mama ta pohaygai na che hichok ma ta da deh na zday."She looked at her mother and replied , her voice full of warmth.
("I'll see, Mama. You know no one lets me leave here.")
"Haa, ab me da agho na ijazat ghwarem che zama warta kor wapas waresh." Her mother said playfully.
("Yes, now I have to ask for permission from them to take my daughter back home.")
Aairah chuckled softly, nodding. She knew exactly what her mother meant. Her in-laws, especially Hayaan, would never allow her to leave for long.
There was a constant pull of family ties, and the warmth of the house was something she cherished deeply.
Her mother's voice took on a teasing edge as she spoke again, "Sta pa sasuraal ke halko ta de aadat shoy, haghoi de kor ta zhi na zday."
("Your in-laws have gotten used to you. They won't even let you go back home.")
Aairah's cheeks flushed slightly at her mother's words. She knew the sentiment behind it, and a soft smile curled on her lips.
Despite the teasing, there was a quiet joy in her heart. She had found a place here, with Hayaan's family, where she was wanted and cared for.
As her mother looked on with that mischievous smile, Aairah couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of belonging in both her worldsâthe one she had grown up in, and the new one she was building with Hayaan.
Before Aairah could respond, Hayaan moved closer to them, his curious gaze flicking between the two women.
He'd been watching them and could tell they were having a serious conversation, but he hadn't understood a word.
" App dono Kahin meri burai toh nahi kar rahi ho secretly?" he asked playfully, raising a brow.
Aairah froze for a second, her cheeks heating at his sudden interruption. "Nahi, hum bas waise hi baat kar rahe thay," she said quickly, her voice slightly higher than usual.
(No, we were just talking casually.)
Hayaan raised a brow, unconvinced. "Waqai? Lagta hai kuch serious planning chal rahi thi."
(Really? It seemed like some serious planning was going on.)
Aairah's mother chuckled softly at his teasing tone. She turned to him, shaking her head. "Nahi beta hum bas aam si batein karahe thay"Â Hayaan smiled at her mother and replied warmly.
(No, Hayaan dear, we were just discussing some general things.)
"Aairah Hayaan ko Pashto kyun nai sikhati, phir wou humari baten bhi samjhne lage ga" Aairah's mother told Aairah windend her eyes.
"Haan Aairah Ami bikul theek kehrahi hain seekni chahiye mujhe ab, Ap bhi kabhi mujhe dant deti hai tou main samjhta nai hoon" Aairah turned to him sharply, her cheeks flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment.
"Aairah Apne shohar ko dant lagayi hai tumne buri baat?" Her mother asked her playfully.
"Nai Ammi aisa kuch nai hai, bas yeh aise he mazak karahe hai" Aairah replied immediately.
Her mother laughed softly, watching their playful banter. She patted Aairah's hand again and said.
"Aairah, taso khush raho. Or Hayaan meri beti ko Ziada tang mat kariye, warna mujhe jawab dena padega.
(Aairah, you stay happy. And Hayaan, don't bother her too much, or you'll have to answer to me.)
Hayaan chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "Theek hai Ammi, aapka hukum sar aankhon par."
(Alright, Mama, your wish is my command.)
Aairah, flustered and slightly annoyed, shook her head and turned away, leaving Hayaan grinning at her retreating form.
Aairah stood quietly, observing Hayaan from a distance as he interacted with her parents. She had always known that Hayaan was reserved, a man of few words.
He wasn't one to engage in unnecessary chatter or put on a show for anyone, especially not with strangers. But seeing him now, standing before her parents, offering them the respect they deserved, something stirred within her.
His words were simple yet sincere, and his tone was soft but steady. He greeted her parents with the kind of respect that made Aairah's heart swell.
He was standing there, so composed, yet his respect for her family was so evident. She had never doubted his character, but seeing him like thisâso calm, respectful, and considerateâsomething in her heart fluttered again.
She couldn't deny it. He was different than she had imagined. His reserved nature wasn't cold or distant; it was a quiet strength, a presence that commanded respect without trying to.
And that respect, the way he was honoring her parents, made her walls start to crumble just a little more again.
-
Zeeshan stepped into the house, his heart racing with anticipation. He was accompanied by Noor, who, despite being with him, kept her face veiled, her presence barely visible.
The family gathered around them, welcoming the new bride with eager smiles and soft murmurs of excitement. except the Aairaan and Sufala they were nervous.
Zeeshan felt a tension in the air, a weight on his shoulders as he knew what would come next.
Noor stood still beside him, her hands tightly clutching the edges of her veil. Zeeshan, feeling the sharp gaze of his family on them, nervously rubbed his neck.
His fingers tingle with the anxiety of the moment. He had kept the truth hidden long enough, but now there was no turning back.
His grandmother, noticing his hesitation, leaned forward with a stern look and a playful yet commanding tone.
"Areh ab dikha bhi de dulhan ko guests ke saamne tou mana kar diya khota, ab bahu ka chehra khol!" she chided him with a twinkle in her eye. Her words were both teasing and demanding, but they were enough to nudge Zeeshan into action.
"Areh dikahega abhi uski dulhan hai wou uski marzi, beta chal" His grandfather took his side.
With a deep breath, Zeeshan reluctantly nodded. He slowly raised his hands, trembling slightly, and began to remove Noor's veil.
His fingers brushed against the delicate fabric, and as it slowly fell away, a hush descended upon the room. Every eye in the family was locked on the woman beside him, her features now revealed for the first time.
The gasps that filled the room were almost synchronized. The shock was palpable, a mixture of disbelief and confusion sweeping over the gathered family members.
Noor's beauty was undeniable, yet it was not her appearance that had caused the stirâit was the unexpectedness of it all. Her face, radiant and calm, looked out at them, but the tension in the air grew heavier. The truth was out, and it was far from what they had expected.
Zeeshan felt the weight of their gazes, his heart racing as he stood before them. The moment of revelation had come, and with it, everything had changed.
His father stormed towards them, his anger palpable, his voice booming through the room.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean? yeh kis larki ko utha laye ho?" His father's eyes flickered between him and Noor, confusion mixed with fury.
His gaze then locked on Noor, who stood close to Zeeshan, her hand still clutching his arm, a look of fear etched on her face. Zeeshan could feel her pulse racing in her grip, as if they were both trapped in a storm.
Zeeshan's own pulse quickened, but he stood tall, his chest rising with a breath of defiance. "
Yeh koi larki nahi hai, Noor Zeeshan Sikandar, meri biwi aur aap ke dushman ki beti," he declared with unexpected confidence. The words came out with a finality, a declaration that shook the room to its core.
But the instant he finished speaking, his father's hand shot out, and the slap was so forceful it echoed throughout the room.
Zeeshan staggered back slightly, stunned by the sting, his mouth slightly agape. His father's voice was low but filled with fury, the kind of fury that Zeeshan had never seen before.
"Is this some new prank you're pulling on us? Shaadi koi mazak hai, Zeeshan?" His grandfather's voice cut through the tension, cold and biting.
Zeeshan's chest tightened, but he straightened up, trying to keep his composure.
"This is not a prank," he said, his voice quieter but filled with undeniable conviction. "I love her.
"Kya behudgi hai yeh agar aisa tha tou bataya kyun nai Zeeshan?" His father's voice rang out again, filled with rage.
The anger was evident in his eyes, and his words were laced with disbelief. He couldn't understand how Zeeshan, his own son, had hidden such a truth from him.
The tension in the room thickened, and Hayaan and Sufiyaan stood quietly, both well aware that this was exactly what they had anticipatedâZeeshan's actions would eventually lead to this confrontation.
Hayaan took a step forward, his intent clearâhe wanted to intervene, to calm the situation down before it spiraled even further.
But before he could speak, his father's voice thundered through the room, harsh and unforgiving.
"Hayaan Don't you dare interfere! I know you and Sufiyaan might have helped him, because this is not something he could do alone!" His father screamed his eyes bore into him, accusing and full of frustration.
Aairah, standing beside him, flinched. She tightened her grip on his hand, her body tensing in response to the harshness of his father's tone.
He opened his mouth to defend both himself and Sufiyaan, but when he saw Aairah's reactionâher body stiff and her eyes wide, âhe knew that the last thing she needed right now was more confrontation.
He squeezed her hand gently, offering her a brief, reassuring glance before looking back at his father. His voice, calm but firm, broke through the tension.
"I did help him, baba," Hayaan said, his voice steady but filled with an undeniable conviction.
"But it's his decision, his life. You forced Sufiyaan into this, and I didn't want the same thing to happen with Zeeshan." The words hung in the air, raw and defiant, a challenge to his father's authority.
His father's glare never wavered, his eyes cold and filled with disappointment, but Hayaan refused to back down.
He stood his ground, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the weight of his own decisions pressing on his shoulders.
However, despite the words he had spoken, Hayaan couldn't ignore the look on Aairah's face. She stood beside him, her hands trembling in his grasp, her eyes wide with worry.
Her fear was palpable, and in that moment, more than anything, he realized just how much she needed him to stay calm.
His mind raced, but his heart pulled him toward her. He felt a surge of protective instinct, the need to shield her from the storm that raged around them.
Aairah, standing next to Hayaan, instinctively clutched his hand tightly, her nails digging into his skin. Her heart pounded in her chest.
.She was clearly shaken by the scene playing out in front of them, her gaze flickering between Zeeshan and his furious father.
He turned to her, his voice low and steady, a soft contrast to the chaos. "Aairah, relax" he whispered, gently pulling her closer.
His words were meant to soothe her, to offer some sense of calm in the storm. He placed hia hand on her waist , guiding her to look at him instead of the heated exchange happening nearby.
Her eyes, wide with worry, met his, and he could see the fear written across her face. His heart softened, and he gently stroked her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a rhythmic motion to remind her that he was there.
"Mujhe dekhiye app" he murmured, his voice almost comforting her, his hand on her cheek, she could feel the warmth.
Aairah shook her head slightly, still too worried to focus on his words fully, but Hayaan was patient. "I know this is hard to watch," he continued, his voice calm and reassuring, "but you don't need to worry about this. I'm here I will make things alright.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she looked up at him. The sound of her pulse thudded in her ears, but his presence, the warmth of his hand on hers, began to ease some of her tension. Slowly, she nodded, taking in his words, the worry starting to lessen just a little.
Hayaan gave her a small, reassuring smile, his own heart heavy with concern, but determined not to let her face this storm alone. "No matter what happens, I'll handle it. Just trust me, Aairah. Everything will be alright."
He kept his gaze locked with hers, offering her silent comfort.
On the other side of the room, Hala stood calmly, her arms folded, watching the scene unfold with quiet attention.
She had always been one to observe, to understand before reacting, but even she couldn't mask the slight concern that flickered in her eyes for their grandfather.
"Don't you think you should take Dadu and Dadi inside the room? It's not good for them to see this argument right now; it could affect their health," she suggested, her voice laced with concern as she glanced at Sufiyaan.
Her gaze shifted from the heated argument to the elderly couple, who were now standing at the side, looking visibly distressed by the tension in the room.
Sufiyaan, who had been watching the chaos unfold, shook his head with a weary sigh.
"Do you really think they would leave after seeing the scenario? Not possible." His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was a hint of frustration there.
He knew how stubborn their grandparents were. No matter how uncomfortable the situation became, they would never step away from the drama, especially not when family matters were at stake.
Hala, who had been standing beside him, sighed in agreement, her expression softening as she turned to look at their grandparents.
"He's right," she murmured, her eyes filled with quiet understanding. "They won't leave until they know everything. "
"If I had told you guys about her, you would have refused to accept it. So I had to do this my way." Zeeshan eyes flickered to his father, a hint of defiance there.
"And Dad, you should be happy that I took your revenge. After all, she's your enemy's daughter, I toll Mahira's revenge and Noor ran away with me from her own wedding."
The words spilled from his mouth, uncaring, a confession made in haste. But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw her. Noor. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with shock. And then it hit himâthe hurt in her eyes.
"What revenge?" Hayaan whispered, his voice barely audible as shock rippled through him. His mind struggled to process the words that had just been spoken. The weight of the accusation hung in the air, thick and heavy, leaving him momentarily frozen in disbelief.
He turned his gaze toward Zeeshan, eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. Revenge? What was he talking about? The word echoed in his mind, but it made no sense.
Hayaan had known Zeeshan all his life, but this was something entirely unexpected, something darker than he could have ever imagined.
Zeeshan, still standing there, his own shock mirrored in his expression, seemed to sense the disbelief in Hayaan's eyes. He took a shaky breath, as if preparing to explain, but the weight of the moment held him back.
"I was part of your revenge?" Noor's voice was barely a whisper, her words a dagger to his heart. She pulled her hand from his grip, the action like a blow. Her lips trembled as she spoke again, this time louder, a crack in her voice.
"You didn't love me. This was all a damn act. So you could marry me, so my family could get humiliated."
Zeeshan's breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, but his heart, heavy with guilt, failed to find any words to make things right.
Before he could even move, she whispered again, making herself believe whatever she heard was true.
"You planned all this... kidnapping me from my own wedding?"A lone tear escaped from her eye, and Zeeshan felt his own heart splinter.
"No, Noor... don't put the blame on me, even you said to kidnap you" he tried to say, his voice trembling with the sincerity he hadn't yet shown.
He reached out to her, his hand trembling as he stepped closer. But she stepped back, her eyes full of disbelief and pain.
"Shut up! You planned this all. You're the reason I'm standing here like this," she cried out. "Don't you dare touch me or come close to me," she shouted, her voice breaking.
The room was heavy with tension as Noor's anguished scream echoed off the walls. Everyone froze, shocked by the sudden eruption of emotion.
Zeeshan's calm facade cracked as he took a step back, his expression a mix of confusion and regret.
"Noor," he said softly, his voice pleading. "It's not like that. Please, let me explainâ"
"Explain what, Zeeshan?" she interrupted, her voice breaking as her tears began to flow freely.
"That I was nothing more than a pawn in your revenge? That all of thisâyour promises, your loveâwas just a way to hurt my family? To humiliate me?"
Zeeshan reached for her again, but she flinched, taking a step back. "Don't," she hissed, her tone laced with pain and betrayal.
"Don't you dare come closer. I trusted you! I left everything behind for you, my family, my home, my dignityâand for what? For this?"
Zeeshan's father, still seething with rage, took a step forward, pointing at his son. "Look what you've done, Zeeshan! You've not only disrespected this family, but you've also destroyed this girl's life! This is what you call love? Is this how we raised you?"
"Baba," Zeeshan started, his voice firm but faltering, "you don't understand. Noor and Iâ"
"Stop it!" Noor shouted, her voice trembling.
"You don't get to speak for me anymore, Zeeshan. I thought you were different... I thought what we had was real. But you... you've proven that you're just like everyone else, willing to manipulate and lie to get what you want."
Zeeshan's grandfather, who had been silent until now, spoke in a cold, measured tone.
"Zeeshan, do you realize what you've done? You've disgraced not only this family but also her family. This isn't just about us anymoreâit's about honor, respect, and trust. And you've shattered all of it."
Noor wiped her tears angrily, standing tall despite the weight of her pain.
"You think this is revenge? That humiliating me and my family makes you victorious?" Her voice grew steadier with every word, the fire in her eyes blazing through the tears.
"No, Zeeshan. You've lost. Because you've shown me the kind of person you truly areâa coward who hides behind lies and schemes."
"Noor," Zeeshan tried again, his voice soft, desperate.
The silence that followed was deafening. Zeeshan stood frozen, staring at Noor as the reality of her words settled over him. His father shook his head, disgusted, while his grandfather sighed heavily, disappointment etched into his features.
Noor turned to leave, her steps slow but deliberate.
Before walking out the door, she paused, her back to everyone, and said, "You didn't just break my heart, Zeeshan. You broke my trust. And that's something I'll never give you again."
With that, she walked out, leaving Zeeshan and his family standing in the suffocating silence of their own chaos.
Sufiyaan gestures to Mahira and Hala to go behind her as they were shocked too but Noor needed someone by her side.
"Zeeshan..." Hayaan began, his voice quieter now, laden with uncertainty. "What do you mean by that? What revenge are you talking about?"
For a brief moment, the room was eerily quiet, as if everyone else were holding their breath, waiting for Zeeshan to reveal the truth.
Even their father, who had been so enraged, paused for just a heartbeat. It was as though the entire world was waiting for the answer.
Zeeshan glanced at his father, then at his own trembling hands, clearly conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out at first. Then, with a heavy sigh, he finally muttered,
"This... all of this... was supposed to be my way of getting back at him... for what he did to our family."
Before Hayaan could respond, his father snapped, "Enough, Zeeshan! What are you even saying? You ran away with a girl , and now you're talking about revenge? did we asked you to do that, what they did with us doesn't mean we should do the same" His father's voice trembled with fury.
But Hayaan couldn't take his eyes off his younger brother. The pain and confusion were all too clear in his expression. This was something far deeper than Hayaan had imagined. Something that would change everything.
"Zeeshan, you need to tell us everything," Hayaan demanded, trying to keep his voice steady, even as his insides churned with the weight of the situation.
Zeeshan met his gaze, his expression conflicted, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes.
"I thought it was the only way," he muttered, almost to himself. "To get justice for everything that happened to Mahi. But now... I don't know anymore. I just..." His words trailed off, leaving a painful silence in their wake.
The room was already a battlefield of emotions, but it turned darker when Hayaan, Zeeshan's older brother, stepped forward. His face was flushed with rage, his jaw tight as he approached Zeeshan with deliberate steps.
"You used me," Hayaan said, his voice low but trembling with anger.
"You lied to me, Zeeshan. I thought you loved her. I thought you were saving her because she meant the world to you!" His voice cracked, his fists clenching by his sides. "And now I find out it was all a game? A revenge scheme?!"
Zeeshan tried to speak, raising his hands in defense. "Bhai, it's not like thatâ"
Before he could finish, Hayaan's hand lashed out, slapping him across the face. The sharp sound echoed through the room, leaving everyone frozen in shock. Zeeshan staggered slightly, his hand going to his cheek, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Hayaan!" their mother cried, rushing forward, but Hayaan raised his hand to stop her, his eyes locked on his younger brother, he held his neck in tight grip but not that tight which could hurt him.
"Bhai calm down please" Sufiyaan moved closer to him, but Hayaan glared at him Sufiyan stepped back, knowing his look.
"For the first time in my life, Zeeshan, I regret trusting you," Hayaan said, his voice shaking with fury. "I stood by you, I helped you, and I thought I was supporting your love. But all this time, you were using me, using her, to settle a score?!"
"Bhai, I didn't meanâ" Zeeshan started, his voice weak, but Hayaan interrupted, his voice booming now as he left him with a jerk he stumbled back.
"Don't you dare try to justify this!" he roared, taking a threatening step closer. "You humiliated that girl, you made a mockery of your marriage, and you've dragged this family's name through the mud! Do you even understand what you've done?"
The rage radiating from Hayaan was palpable, and the entire family stood in stunned silence. Even their father, who had been furious moments before, now looked worried.
Everyone in the family knew that Hayaan's anger, once ignited, was uncontrollable.
Hayaan's breathing was ragged, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. , Aairah, who had been standing quietly yet worried, stepped forward cautiously.
Her face was pale, her eyes filled with concern, but she reached out and gently placed her hand on Hayaan's arm.
"Hayaan," she said softly, her voice trembling but calm. "Please... choden jo hogya so hogya."
The moment her fingers touched his arm, Hayaan froze. The tension in his body seemed to drain away as he felt her presence. He turned his head slightly, looking at her, and his expression softened instantly. The fire in his eyes dimmed, replaced by guilt and sadness.
"Aairah.." he murmured, his voice barely audible, Aairah gave him a small, reassuring squeeze on his arm.
"App gusse mein hain mein jaanti hun , aur apko gussa aane ka poora haq hai," she said softly. "Lekin yeh tareeqa nahi hai. Please calm down mere liye apki tabiyat kharab hojayegi."
Hayaan closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. When he opened them again, the rage was gone, replaced by a heavy weariness. He looked at Zeeshan, shaking his head.
"I can't even look at you right now," he said, his voice low but steady. "You've broken my trust, and hurt me so bad Zeeshan. Don't expect me to forgive you easily."
With that, he turned and walked away, Aairah still holding onto his arm, running behind him. The silence that followed was deafening, everyone too stunned to speak.
Zeeshan stood rooted to the spot, his hand still on his cheek where Hayaan had slapped him, the weight of his brother's words sinking in.
For the first time, he realized just how deeply he had hurt not just Noor, but his entire family. And for the first time, he felt the full weight of his actions.
Everyone left the living room, leaving Zeeshan alone with his thoughts. His heart felt heavy with shame and guilt. He sank down on the sofa, his head lowered, eyes filled with tears. His mother, standing in front of him, looked at him with both concern and disappointment.
"Kyu kiya yeh sab Zeeshan? Aise tou nai thay tum Mujhe bhii nai bataya," she asked softly, her voice tinged with sadness. The hurt in her eyes reflected the pain of seeing her son in turmoil.
Zeeshan, unable to control the flood of emotions, burst into tears. "Mumma, ab mein kya maroon? Sabko hurt kiya maine. Sabse zyada bhai, bhabhi aur Noor ko... woh kabhi mujhse baat nahi karenge, aur sab mujhse nafrat karenge." He cried, his voice breaking as he hugged his mother tightly, the weight of his actions finally sinking in.
His mother wrapped her arms around him, gently caressing his head. "Zeeshan Aise rote nai meri jaan tum strong bache ho na mere" she whispered softly,
"Sab kuch thik ho jayega. Tumne jo kiya, usse sudhaar kar sakte ho. Lekin apne dil mein yeh sochna band karo ke sab tumse nafrat karenge. Ghalatein sabse hoti hain, lekin insaan ko unhe sudhaarna seekhna padta hai."
Zeeshan clung to her, letting her words offer a glimmer of comfort. Her love and care were the only things keeping him from falling apart. "Mumma, maine sab ko dhoka diya," he sobbed. "Aur ab mujhe lagta hai ke kuch bhi theek nahi ho sakta."
"Mujhe pata hai, beta," she said, her voice tender yet firm. "Lekin agar tum apni galti ko samajh kar sudharne ka irada rakho, toh kuch bhi mushkil nahi hoga. Tum apni family ko wapas jeet sakte ho, bas apne jazbaat samjho aur unse maafi maango. Main tumhare saath hoon na."
Zeeshan's sobs echoed in the quiet room as he clung to his mother, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. His mother continued to caress his head gently, her voice soft yet full of conviction.
"Zeeshan, meri baat suno ab " she said, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "Jab hum apni galtiyan samajhte hain, tabhi hum unhein sudhaar sakte hain. Tumne jo kiya, woh galat tha, lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ke sab kuch khatam ho gaya hai. Tumhe apne bhai, bhabhi, aur Noor se maafi maangni hogi.
Zeeshan wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with regret. "Mumma, unse kaise baat karoon? Kaise unhein samjhaoon ke maine jo kiya, woh sahi nahi tha? Kya woh mujhe maaf karenge?"
His mother sighed, her voice steady yet full of compassion. "Beta, agar tum apne dil se maafi maangte ho aur unse sachai se baat karte ho, toh woh tumhe zaroor samjhenge. Maafi koi weakness nahi hoti, Zeeshan. Woh ek taqat hai. Apne jazbaat ko samjho aur apni galtiyon ko apne family ke saamne rakho. Tumhare paas waqt hai, abhi bhi sab kuch thik ho sakta hai."
Zeeshan shook his head, the guilt gnawing at him. "Lekin Mumma, unhone jo mujhse socha hoga... main unhe kaise samjha sakta hoon ke yeh sab mere liye bhi kitna mushkil tha? Pata nai mujhse yeh kaise hogaya"
His mother cupped his face in her hands, her touch gentle but firm. "Zeeshan, jab tum apne aap ko sudhaarte ho, toh duniya ko bhi apni behtari dikhate ho. Tumne jo kiya, uska jawab tumhe apne actions se dena hoga. Samajhdari aur sabr se kaam lo. Tumhe yeh sab sachayi se karna hoga. Waqt sab kuch theek kar sakta hai agar tum apne iradon mein imandari rakhte ho."
Zeeshan sniffled, taking a shaky breath. "Mumma, kya mujhe yeh sab sambhal paunga? Kya main apni family ko wapas waisa bana paunga jaise pehle tha?"
She smiled softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "Zeeshan, sab kuch waise hi nahi hoga jaise pehle tha, lekin tum apni actions se sab kuch sudhaar sakte ho. Tum jo chaahte ho, uske liye tumhe apne dil ki sunni hogi aur apni galtiyon ko sudhaarna hoga. Maan lo ke tumhare paas waqt hai, apne rishte ko wapas jeet sakte ho."
"Mumma, main koshish karunga. Main un sab se maafi maangne jaunga, sab kuch theek karne ki koshish karunga," he said quietly, determination beginning to stir in his heart. "Thank you... for not giving up on me."
His mother kissed his forehead softly, "Main hamesha tumhare saath hoon, maa hoon tumhari aisi halat mein kaise chod doon"
Zeeshan nodded, the burden on his chest feeling a little lighter. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with his mother's love and guidance, he felt ready to try.
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