𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡

But I'm so deeply lost in my own soul,

How can expect anyone else to understand me.

F A A E Z A H

Life has been so cruel with her, her life was a bed of roses until that day which destroyed everything. She has a perfect family consisting of loving parents, she was the Princess of her father Arsalan Sultan and charm of her mother Zohra Sultan and the pride of her brothers.

Everything was going smoothly in her life when she met Wajdan Abbasi and fell in love with him at first sight. He was her brother's best friend.

Soon Wajdan fell in love with her and they got married, their life was going smoothly until the day when their rivals attacked her, Wajdan shot the gun in her direction, she thought that he had shot the gun on her but the truth was opposite.

The bullet touched her arm and she fell unconscious, they took her to the hospital and after her surgery, she went into a coma for 8 months.

After this incident Wajdan had disappeared, she didn't know where he was. She needs him, she wanted to hate him but she couldn't.

A lone tear escapes from her eye, she caresses her belly, she had lost her child in that incident. No one knew about it, when they had shot a bullet on her she was pregnant. She wiped her tears and whispers-

"إِنَّ اللّهَ مَعَ الصَّابِرِينَ."

"Surely Allah is with those who are patient."

"Ezah appi?"

She turned back and saw zayna standing there with a bowl of soup in her hands. She was getting attached to her and honestly she was liking her company. Faaezah took a glance at her and smiled.

"Appi, it's your medicine time."

Zayna said with a smile, Faaezah made a face hearing the word medicine. She literally hated the taste of them. Zayna chuckled seeing her annoying face.

Zayna made her drink the soup and then gave medicine to her. Zayna was taking care of her like Wajdan. Even many times Faaezah had noticed she resembled Wajdan and Haris but kept quiet. Maybe she was thinking a lot.

"Zayna don't call me appi, you are older than me in a relation, you can call me by my name."

Faaezah said, looking at her.

"But you are older than me and also I respect you so I won't call you by your name."

Zayna said and continued.

"And I like you to call appi because I always wanted an elder sister with whom I can share anything."

"Who said you don't have any elder sister? From now I'm your elder sister."

Faaezah said with a smile, Zayna's eyes tear up. She pulled Faaezah in a hug.

"Achaa, ab ro mat aur ye batao mujhe Phupho kab bana rahi ho?"

Faaezah said, smirking at her, Zayna's eyes widened. She looked down in shyness, her cheeks went beetroot red.

"Appi we don't have that type of husband wife relationship."

Zayna slowly whispers, Faaezah felt bad for her, she held her hand.

"Don't worry zayna, everything will be fine."

Faaezah said and smiled. Zayna smiles a bit only if she knows what's going on in her life.

*****

H A R I S :-

"Haris!"

Nayab shrieked at her husband who was teasing her alot. She glared at him.

"Jee, jaan e Haris."

Haris said with his charming smile, Nayab controls her smile and again turned back acting all naraz with her shohar.

"Nayab? Naraz ho kya?"

Haris said while looking at her with a mischievous smile.

"Nahi! Main kyu naraz hongi? Main hoti hi kon ho apse naraz hone wali? Aapka jo dil chahe aap vo kare."

Nayab said with a fake smile. Haris laughed a bit, his jaan looks so cute when she is angry.

"Haris aap hass rahe? Jaiye ham apse baat nahi karenge ab."

Nayab said while glaring at him.

"Acha, ab maaf bhi kar dijiye begum."

Nayab said he hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder and his hand on her waist.

"Haris, hum soch rahe hai thain ki apni padhai firse shuru krein. Apka kya khayal hai?"

Nayab said, fidgeting her fingers, she was scared of his reaction. Haris smiles at her.

"Bilkul, nayab, you should start your studies again aur aaj ke zamane mein ladkiyon ka independent hona bhot zaruri hai. Aap jo chahe vo kar sakti hai main har faisle mein apke sath hun."

Haris said while looking at her lovingly, Nayab smiled at her and turned back and hugged him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

He was her safe place, he was her home, he was her armor in the depth of her darkness and she needed him like she needed air to breathe.

****

A S H E R

"Ashy baby?"

Asher rolled his eyes when his friend called him by his name. Ashinoor controlled her laugh seeing his glare.

"Stop calling me that, Noor."

Asher said, Ashinoor laughs, his colleagues have said it infront of her and from then she was calling him by it.

"Arghhh! Naraz toh na ho. Vese tum pe yeh naam suit hota hai, Ashyyy babyyy."

Ashinoor said smiling at him, she is enjoying his annoying expression. He bit back a smile.

"Asher Bhai?"

Asher's eyes widened listening to Bhai from her mouth, he glared at her.

"Don't call me that."

Asher said, Ashinoor controls her laughter, since the day she got to know he had feelings for her, from that day she is teasing him alot. Asher cursed herself for letting her know this but somewhere he didn't have any regret.

He looked at her and gave her a fake smile.

"I'm not you Bhai, I'm your soon to be husband and you better stop using that word."

Asher said dangerously whispering in her ear, she shivered but composed herself.

"Huh? Husband? In your dreams Sultan."

Ashinoor said glaring at him. Asher smirks at her.

"Ye toh waqt hi batyaega Noor."

"Aur vo waqt kabhi nahi ayega."

She replied, Asher smiles at her.

"Feelings are not in our control, Noor."

He said before leaving, Ashinoor stood there looking at his disappearing figure.

What is happening? She is not understanding a single thing happening in her life.

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A A H I L

He was about to open the door when he heard some recitation of the Quran.

مَرَجَ ٱلْبَحْرَيْنِ يَلْتَقِيَانِ ١٩

He merges the two bodies of ˹fresh and salt water,

بَيْنَهُمَا بَرْزَخٌۭ لَّا يَبْغِيَانِ ٢٠

Yet between them is a barrier they never cross.

فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ ٢١

Then which of your Lord’s favors will you both deny?

His heart skipped the numerous beats listening to the recitation, he opened the door as soon as Zayna heard the door opening she closed the quran and kissed it and placed it in the almira safely. She untied her scarf and combed her hair. She didn't even take a glance at him.

Was she ignoring Aahil Mir Sultan?

"Zayna?"

He called out her name, but she didn't give any response.

"Zayna, I'm talking to you."

He said in his rough voice which made her shiver a bit. She looked at him.

"Pehle toh aap ye decide kar le ki apse baat karni hai ya nahi? Aaj subh apne kaha main apse baat na kru apke kareeb na aau aur abhi apko mujhse baat karni hai? Chahte kya hai aap? Aap phele apne yeh pregnant ladkiyon Wale mood swings sahi karlein fir mujhse baat karein."

She blurted out, Aahil looked at her in amusement. This girl never leaves a chance to make him speechless.

Without saying anything he took his clothes. Zayna rolled her eyes.

"Stop rolling your pretty eyes, Ayna."

He said while going inside the bathroom, Zayna looked at him and gave him a fake smile. Aahil sighed at her childish behaviour. She had numerous personalities and one by one Aahil was meeting with all of them.

She is some magic, some chaos and a bit of poetry.

*****

Assalamualaikum Readers-

Okay, Another update.

And again tomorrow I will update the chapter and after that the next update will be on Sunday as my exams are going to start and I needed to concentrate on them.

Hope you'll will be okay with this.

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