Accept with an open heart when Allah (SWT) closes certain doors for you. What you might be viewing as your destination could, in truth, lead to your downfall. Trust that His wisdom guides you away from paths that may bring destruction, for He always protects you from what you cannot see. As the Quran says Perhaps you dislike something which is good for you and like something which is bad for you. Allah knows and you do not know. (2:216)

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Our Rizwi Mansion was full of hustle bustle as everyone was busy in the wedding preparations but I, the person who should be most happy, was not smiling at all. 

One month changed many things in my life. I had been requesting Arsh for forgiveness without any of my fault. I had been a princess of my castle but unfortunately Arsh wasn't giving me a princess treatment anymore. Once he was so nice, I was in love with him without even knowing him completely but each passing day revealed his new faces. Sometimes he shouted at me to not disturb him, sometimes he ignored her as if I was the one chasing him from the very first day and sometimes he scolded me to stay away from him. But there was something which was similar in every conversation. Arsh's hatred towards Danish Bhai. 

According to Arsh Danish Bhai was the sole reason behind this change in behaviour. 

Danish Bhai was the one who insulted him. 

Danish Bhai was the one who asked him to stay away from me now he was doing the same. 

But did Danish Bhai ask Arsh to insult me? 

Did he ask Arsh to make me cry?

Did he ask Arsh to ignore me?

“Fayra aapi, Dadi Jaan has sent this for you.” I was lost somewhere when a girl walked in the room and I looked at her. She was Zinia, I knew she said something but what? I understood nothing. 

“hmm?” I asked, trying to compose myself and Zinia blinked. 

“What happened, Aapi? Dadi Jaan has sent this for you.” This time I glanced at the gold bangles present in Zinia's hands. 

“Oh Thank you.” I tried hard to smile but couldn't and grabbed the bangles. Today I was wearing Dadi Jaan's wedding Sharara with her jewellery. Ready as a bride waiting for the groom to come but he and his family were late. All the other guests were already settled in the lawn. 

I wore the bangles and asked Zunera and Zinia to leave me alone. They both gave me a surprised look. Bisma Aapi was also sitting with me till a few minutes ago but then Ashar bhai summoned her and she was gone holding a fake anger and real happiness on her face. When Bisma aapi and Ashar bhai had a dispute I felt that Arsh was so nice, he would never hurt me like Arsh bhai did. He would never make me cry like Ashar bhai did. He would never argue with me like Ashar bhai did with Bisma aapi. But now I'm afraid that whether Arsh will show his love like Ashar had been doing? Whether Arsh will do efforts like Ashar bhai had been doing? Whether Arsh will adore me like Ashar Bhai has been adoring Bisma aapi? 

I had numerous questions but no answers. And, there was only one person who could answer all those questions. Without wasting any time I picked up my mobile and called him. I waited for more than one minute but got no answer from the other side. Nothing new, I forgot the meaning of peaceful slumber because I waited for his replies for many hours. The moments of waiting are always longest. Patience was killing me, but today I lost patience. I called and texted Arsh but got no response from him. He was seeing the texts but not replying. After all, I sent him a voicemail asking him what was my fault for punishing me and maybe my crying voice softened his heart, maybe, resulting in getting a call from him. 

“Arsh aap kyu naraz hain mujhse?” I muttered, trying my best to not cry in front of him. 

(Arsh, why are you angry with me?)

“Naraz nhi hu…” his reply was cold. 

(I'm not angry with you.)

“Then why aren't you talking to me?” I was sitting as a bride waiting for him to arrive but he was angry with me. That was the most painful situation I could face at that time. 

“Ask your Danish Bhai…”

“Arsh I already had an argument with Danish Bhai, I know he shouldn't be rude with you but what's my fault in that? Why are you punishing me?” 

“I'm not punishing you Fayra, I'm staying away from you… just it.” 

“Arsh… It's our wedding today.” I requested and a beep sound told me that the call was disconnected. I looked at the mobile screen. Shocked. Was he the same man who used to talk to me in a romantic way? Was he the same Arsh who called me with sweet names? His rudeness was killing me. I wanted to cry but instead of wasting my energy here I called him again and the call was received. 

“Arsh agar aap mujhse naraz rahenge to main… main… khana nhi khaungi.” This was the only thing that I knew to blackmail my family. From demanding a toy to a mobile phone I went on a hunger strike and got my demands fulfilled but I shouldn't forget this time the person against me wasn't my family or parents, he was Arsh. 

(Arsh if you stay angry with me then I… I… will not consume anything.)

“Theek hai, na Khao, bye.” And the call was again disconnected leaving me in tears. How could he do that? I wasn't expecting this behaviour. I was so happy to see this man becoming a part of my life, and I had been doing everything for his happiness but…

(Fine, don't eat. Bye.)

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I walked into Fayra's room holding a box of chocolates in my hands. Today I was here to apologise for scolding her but I witnessed my favourite girl crying again. 

“Danish Bhai, just because of you Arsh is upset. He is not even talking to me.” She tried to burst out with anger and I was clueless. What I had done this time. I already formally apologised to Arsh for my rude tone, but deep inside I didn't agree with myself for this apology, this act was only for Fayra's happiness otherwise I wanted to punch Arsh right in his face. How dare he leave her in the middle of nowhere and how dare he come closer to her? My blood was already boiling.

“What? Because of me?” I muttered but saw a crying Fayra. When did she cry this much? I didn't remember. She fake cried a lot, she was sensitive due to which her tears rolled down every now and then but she never cried with this intensity. Today she was looking broken.

“Fayra, stop crying and tell me what happened?” Holding her hand I gave myself some space beside her and she cried out like a helpless creature. 

“He is not talking to me because…” she cried but narrated the whole story. 

For the last thirty days we both weren't talking to each other, our parents didn't find any problem in that as they thought it was the result of their instructions to stay away from each other, but it was difficult for both of us to live apart. From childhood to now we were sharing everything, from our chocolates to icecreams, from toys to textbooks and from gossip to secrets. 

“Have some water. Stop crying.” I passed her a glass of water and she took a small sip. “Don't take me wrong, but…” I hesitated to express what was in my head, however I decided to go ahead.

“If a man is showing you this much dominance before marriage what will he do after getting married?” Fayra looked up suddenly, she wanted to share her problem with the most trustworthy person but I know, I created another stir in her mind. “Kisi ke liye itna unimportant ban ke kesa lagta hai Fayra?” 

(How does it feel to be so unimportant to someone, Fayra?)

“Danish Bhai, what are you even thinking? Arsh loves me. He is upset because of your behaviour. I'm not unimportant for him.” another time she put all the blame on me. 

“No my dear. No.” I shook my head. “The fact is, you love him, you are the one to do efforts for him, you're the one who was fulfilling his demands to prove yourself and your love but what is he doing? He is forcing you to do what you don't want. You're unimportant for him, he keeps you waiting for several hours just to give you a response in two words, we do not keep our loved ones waiting so long. They're the first priorities. Try to understand my point Fayra, I'm your well wisher.” The points made some space in Fayra's head maybe and she looked at her hands as if she wasn't holding the glass of water passed by Danish but the answers of her questions. 

“What should I do?” She muttered. 

“Tell everything to your parents.” I suggested and Fayra's eyes widened. She was scared of Sara Mami's reaction after knowing about her secret meetings with Arsh. She didn't want to come out like a bad girl, however she was ready to become a fool.

“Today is my wedding. I'm going to become his wife. There will not be any problem after this.” After a long silence she smiled and I wanted to smack my forehead but didn't. 

I had heard love is blind but in Fayra's case A Lover was blind, fool, senseless and one with no self-respect. Arsh was proving her worthless and she was ready to be proved to become his love. I knew since childhood she was a mad, a fool, but this much? I hope everything will be fine between them after their marriage. 

“Take it. And…” passing the box of chocolates I smiled a little and stood up. “You don't look good while crying. You're our fragile flower. Stay happy. Always. Okay?” Fayra grabbed the box but did not smile. 

“I'm going to check the arrangements.” I stood up and walked towards the door but she was still looking disappointed with me. What was my fault? I only wanted to save her. “Fayra.” I stopped for a moment. She didn't look up. I couldn't tolerate her hatred or anger but she didn't know my value.

“For how long will you be angry with me?” I asked sitting beside her one more time and her eyes softened towards me. 

“Jab tak main yaha hu nakhre dikha lo, chala jaunga to yaad karogi.” 

(You can show your tantrums as long as I am here, but when I leave, you will miss me.)

“Danish Bhai… mat jaiye na… please.” she demanded. Her voice was somewhere in between request and order. 

(Don't go. Please.)

“It's my dream, Fayra.” 

“I don't know anything, I can't live without you. There is no one with whom I can share everything. Don't go na… please.” 

“You'll leave all of us, this family, this home and… me, so…” I shrugged. “And… you will have your Arsh to share everything. Isn't it better for me to leave?” 

“Agar aap chale gye to main aapse kabhi baat nhi karungi…” she was emotionally blackmailing me.

(If you leave, I will never talk to you again…)

“Haha… let's see, it will take a few months.” I shrugged and dismissed the matter. I was about to walk away from the room when I glanced at Fayra one more time. 

“Today, I’m missing Nani jaan.” I said in a hushed tone. That was true, I was missing our beloved Late Gulbano Asif Rizwi. The queen of the Rizwi Mansion. Since childhood I was closest to her. She was my Maternal grandmother and Fayra's paternal grandmother, she loved both of us equally. One day when I successfully hushed a crying Fayra she laughed and said ‘Danish, you're the only one who can handle this girl… I'll get you both married to each other once you grow up.’ my innocent brain already feeded her words somewhere deep inside me. Alas she left us without fulfilling her promise. 

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Talking to Danish was always a game changer for her. He tried his best to sprinkle a pinch of self-respect and a lot of wisdom in whatever was cooking in her head unfortunately she was still confused. 

“Fayra, are you ready?” It was Sara's voice. Fayra looked up at her mother entering the room.

“Mummy…” 

Sara was emotional to see this little lady growing up too fast. She couldn't forget the day when she lifted her premature baby girl and prayed for her long life, health and safety. Controlling herself to cry out, Sara sat beside her daughter. Fayra hugged her mother tightly and hid her face in her chest. The way she rarely did in childhood because she had shown this kind of affection to Adnaan only.

“What happened? Why are you looking pale?” Sara questioned without breaking the hug.

“Mummy mujhe dar lag rha hai.” She was at the edge of crying and Sara embraced her protectively while wiping her own tears.  

(Mummy, I'm scared.)

The fear was mutual. 

Twenty years ago, Sara witnessed a fear as if she was going to lose something precious and that day Adnaan saw her with Qaleel in the hotel room. The beginning of their hate journey. But today the same fear came back from nowhere. The heart of a mother was beating with fear but how could she be weak in front of her daughter who was looking towards her for strength. 

“What are you scared of, Fayra?” Kissing her head Sara asked. 

“I don't know.” Fayra muttered but didn't dare to tell her mother that she was feeling afraid of the guy whom she had been loving since her teenage. “Suddenly everything seems odd.” Fayra added.

“Don’t worry… it happens with everyone. After all, it's not easy for a girl to get married.” Sara smiled and broke the hug to see her daughter as a bride.

“Have you also experienced such anxiety before getting married to papa?” That question broke a smile on Sara's lips. 

“Today let me tell you the story of your Mummy and Papa. We were first cousins but more than anything we were haters. Ours was a forced marriage but we found love within.” 

“Forced?”

“Yeah, Adnaan hated me and I hated that Bandar (monkey)” Sara rolled her eyes. 

“Come on mummy, mere papa handsome hain, Aap unhe bandar na kaha kariye.” Fayra being Fayra defended her father to make her mother huff but today Sara did not show any kind of disappointment. 

(Come on mummy, my papa is handsome, please don't call him a monkey.)

“Tumhe mujhse pyaar hai bhi ya nhi? Papa ki chamchi. Bachpan se aaj tak papa papa karti rehti ho.” 

(Do you love me or not? Papa's flatterer. You keep chanting papa papa from childhood till today.)

“Mere papa hain hi itne achhe.” Fayra shrugged proudly, forgetting the anxiety. 

(My father is so nice, that's why.)

“Mummy buri hai kya?” 

(Mummy is not nice, right?)

“App jealous hoti hain na papa aur mere bond se?” She intentionally asked this question to tease her mother and they both laughed. 

(Do you feel jealous of the bond between Papa and me?)

“I'm not jealous of you or your father… I love you regardless of your betrayals since childhood.” Sara again pulled her daughter in a hug and her heart prayed for a happy destination of life, however she forgot to ask for an easy journey. 

Before the moment of emotions could stretch a little longer they heard commotion. 

“Shayad Barat aa gyi, main jaake dekhti hu… aur ye Zinia kaha hai? Mene kaha tha us se tumhare sath rehne ke liye.” Sara muttered when saw the bride sitting alone but left the room very soon. 

(Perhaps Baraat (the wedding procession) has arrived, I will go and see… and where is Zinia? I told her to stay with you.)

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Her lips were continuously moving, tongue was reciting some verses and fingers were pushing the beads of tasbih (prayer beads). Heart was pounding faster and the forehead was covered with sweat drops. 

Cleaning her forehead with a white handkerchief she looked here and there. Zunera was digging her head in her tab watching something. 

“Zenera, give me a glass of water and my medicine.” 

“Dadi Jaan, aapko kya hua?” Putting the tab aside she looked at the face looking red. 

(What happened to you?)

“Ghabrahat si ho rhi hai… dil mein bohot bure bure khayal aa rhe hain.” Momina placed the praying beads aside and Zunera stood up to give her water but at the same time they both heard the commotion from the outside. 

(I'm… I'm feeling restless. a lot of bad thoughts are coming to my mind.)

“Ye shoor kis baat ka hai?” Asked Momina while grabbing the glass of the water. 

(What's a commotion for?) 

“Dadi Jaan, I'm going… we all girl have to shower the flowers on the groom while he enters… I will send Danish Bhai to see you.” Picking her lehenga with both hands Zunera rushed out of the room holding a big smile and excitement on her face. After enjoying a big lot in Bisma's wedding she was already waiting for someone's wedding and here she got a chance soon. 

Momina was scared. She didn't want Fayra to wear her wedding dress at her wedding. According to her, wearing the clothes of a widow in her wedding could lead to misfortune but Fayra was not ready to give attention to these stereotypes. She looked at the door from which Zunera re-enter the room. 

“Kya hua? Wapas kyu aa gyi?” Momina asked and Zunera shrugged while grimacing.

(What happened? Why did you come back?)

“Pta nhi sab ko kya ho gya hai? Bade papa ne mujhe daant ke andar bhej diya…” Zunera huffed without knowing what the elders were facing right now. Before the discussion could stretch a little more Afnaan entered the room and looked at his daughter, Zunera.

(I don't know what has happened to everyone? Bade papa scolded me and sent me inside…)

“Zunera, go outside.” 

“Papa, what's wrong with all of you?” Zunera huffed.

“I said get out of the room.” Afnaan yelled. It was the first time when he was yelling at his beloved daughter. Zunera's pretty eyes filled with tears and she ran out of the room while lifting her lehenga. She bumped into a man who was entering the room. He was Arsh's Father, followed by Anzala, Adnaan, Sara and Maizah. 

“Bisma aapi, what's happening?” Zunera asked, but the door of the room was slammed on their faces, however they didn't give up and put their ears on the already closed door. 

“Aap keh rhe hain Arsh ne Shadi karne se mana kar diya? Bahar hazar log bethe huye hain nikkah hone ka intezar kar rhe hain! Meri beti dulhan ban ke bethi huyi hai aur aap keh rhe hain ki Arsh nhi aa rha…?” It was Adnaan. Zunera and Bisma looked at each other. 

(You are saying that Arsh has refused to marry? Thousands of people are sitting outside waiting for the marriage to take place! My daughter is sitting as a bride and you are saying that Arsh is not coming…?)

“Hamari izzat se kyu kheel rhe hain aap log?” Momina asked in her weak voice but Afnaan was fast to reply this time.

(Why are you playing with our reputation?)

“Bhaad me jaye izzat, hamari bachhi ki zindagi se kyu kheel rhe hain aap log?” He was the same Afnaan who once stood up with Maizah when this family was sacrificing Maizah's happiness in the name of Reputation. 

(F*ck respect, why are you people messing with our daughter's life?)

“Main bohot sharminda hu, mene Arsh ko samjhane ki bohot koshish Kari lekin wo nhi maan rha. Pta nhi achanak usko kya ho gya hai?” Arsh's father was sounding apologetic but what an apology could do when everything was messing around.

(I am very embarrassed, I tried a lot to make Arsh understand but he is not agreeing. I don't know what happened to him suddenly?)

“What are you both doing here?” a voice startled them. 

“Umm… I…” Zurena gulped but ran towards the stairs and Bisma asked Danish about whatever was happening around, but Danish was in a hurry. Without waiting for a single second he pushed open the door and looked at Anzala then Adnaan. 

“Bahar mehmaan baar baar puchh rhe hain nikkah kab hoga?” said Danish and everyone looked at each other as if there was an answer present on someone's face. Before the situation could be a little stable another man entered the room with long steps followed by his wife, Bisma.

(The guests outside are repeatedly asking, When will the Nikkah take place?)

“Arsh aa gya…” said Ashar and the ladies showed a little satisfaction but Anzala, Adnaan and Afnaan weren't satisfied yet. Everyone saw Arsh coming in the room. 

(Arsh is here.) 

“Main puchh sakta hu ye sab kya hai?” Asked Anzala with rage and Arsh looked at him before taking as seat while all the others, except Momina, were standing. 

(May I ask what all this is?)

“Meri shadi hai, main kese na aata?” Asked Arsh with half closed eyes and a weird laughter. Everyone looked at each other with shocked expressions. 

(It's my wedding, how can I not come?)

“Is he…?” Adnaan didn't dare to complete the sentence but Ashar nodded “Yes, he is drunk.” And the whisper worked like a blast 

“What is this Zaman Sahab?” Afnaan and Anzala asked in a unison but Arsh's father was unable to answer anything. 

“Aapke bete ne is shadi se mana kra tha na? Ab main keh rha hu, mujhe apni beti ki shadi is ladke se nahi karni. Jaa sakte hain aap apne bete ko le ke mere ghar se.” Adnaan yelled and pointed towards the door of the room but the heated environment turned cold when all the eyes fell on the one standing in the bridal outfit, ready to get married. 

(Your son had refused to marry my daughter, right? Now I'm calling off this wedding. I don't want to marry my daughter to this guy. You can take your son from my house.)

“Papa?” tears rolled down from her eyes. 

“Roo lo… sari zindagi roone se achha hai kuch din roo lo.” Holding tears in his eyes Adnaan cupped the face of his daughter and she cried more. She looked at Arsh who was talking to his father and Fayra's brain remembered something that happened some hours ago.

(Cry... it is better to cry for a few days than to cry all your life.)

She picked the mobile phone and opened Instagram, Arsh's story was telling an update about him. It was shared with closed friends only, surprisingly more like a shock Fayra looked at him partying with his friends in a club. She couldn't unsee the glasses of liquor and girls dancing in bare minimum clothes present in the background.

For the first time she didn't feel happy to see Arsh's pics. 

How could he celebrate in a club like this?

She called him without bothering to notice the time, it was midnight, less than 24 hours to go for their wedding. 

“Hello.” His voice was Weird. Maybe he was sleeping or maybe he was sick.

“Arsh? Are you alright?” she asked and glanced at her mehndi clad palms, the fresh stain was showing the name of this man. 

 “Why are you calling me?” He asked rudely. He was still sleepy.

“Arsh? What's wrong?” 

“My decision to make you my life partner, that's the only wrong thing in my life.” He muttered and she looked at the mobile screen to check if she called the wrong person because her Arsh was a gentleman but this Arsh wasn't sounding decent. 

“I guess you're sleeping. Bye.”

“Mummy…” Fayra yelled and walked towards Sara who fainted. All the members were handling Sara. It wasn't something new, stress often led her to unconsciousness but for the last many years she didn't pass out because Adnaan made sure to protect his Jangli Billi from every kind of stress however he couldn't help this time. 

Arsh's father literally dragged him away but he was seeing Fayra with his half closed eyes. Fayra was too shocked to understand anything. She was crying with no voice but tears were regularly rolling down her eyes. No one was there to see what this girl was feeling but a hand grabbed her arm and led her to the couch where she almost fell down. 

“Have some water.” Bisma whispered and Fayra looked at her cousin sister before crying out miserably.

"Why is it happening to me, Bisma aapi? I was so happy when I got engaged to Arsh but..." Fayra cried over her Destiny. What was the fault of this little girl other than making a big dreamland with Arsh? Tears were not leaving her eyes and sorrow was not leaving her heart. Bisma was silently crying because she knew how sensitive this girl was. Finding no energy in herself, Fayra laid down on the couch after placing her head in Momina's lap. 

Almost the whole family was busy seeing Sara, only three members were standing by Fayra. Bisma, Momina and Anzala.

“Chup ho jaa Mera bachha… chup ho jaa.” Anzala was caressing Fayra's head. Momina kissed her forehead and cleaned her tears but she couldn't have control over them. 

(Don't cry dear.)

“Dadi Jaan…” and the hiccups didn't let the other words come out of the mouth. 

"Fayra." A call grabbed her attention, lifting her head from Momina's lap and she looked at the source of the voice. "Mummy, are you alright..." She sobbed but jumped out of the couch to check her mother. 

“Come here.” Sara opened her arms and Fayra hugged her. Both the mother and daughter were crying together when Danish sat down beside Fayra and gave her a glass half-filled with water which she didn't accept. 

"Shhh... Such a cry baby you are." Danish whispered. "Instead of crying for a man who is not in your Destiny, cry in front of the one who has written our destiny, maybe you have someone better in your stars."  The wise statement was delivered by a not so wise boy of the Rizwi Family. Momina was amazed, how could Anzala and Maizah's son even say something wise? It's exactly opposite to his parents' teachings. 

Fayra took a deep breath, wiped off her tears, and again took a deep breath before bursting out, "Danish bhai, right now I'm not in a condition to listen to all your lectures, so you may get lost from here." And in the end, Danish received a deadly glare from this girl. He silently nodded which eventually slipped down his specs. 

Rizwis were busy handling each other when a voice echoed in the room. 

"Bahar mehmaano se kya kehna hai? Log ab bhi puchh rhe hain nikkah kab tak hoga?” Ashar asked, bringing attention to the big topic.

(What to say to the guests outside? People are still asking when the nikaah will take place?)

Everyone looked at each other. Adnaan wanted to share his wish with Anzala but couldn't. Fayra was looking towards her mother who was not looking fine but there was a lady in the room who voiced her thoughts without any delay. 

“Mujhe to Arsh kabhi achha laga hi nhi tha, achha hua hamari bachhi sahi waqt par bach gyi…” It Was Momina Rizwi who was too old to walk without a help but she still expressed her opinion without hesitation. 

(I never liked Arsh, it is good that our daughter got saved at the right time…)

“Ammi abhi ye baate na kariye…” Anzala squeezed the shoulder of his mother who pushed his hand away with anger. 

(Ammi, don't talk about these things right now…)

“Mujhe to hamesha se Danish pasand tha Fayra ke liye, lekin tum log… apno se zyada bahar walo par bharosa karte ho.” It was a scolding for Anzala and Adnaan. They both were silently seeing each other but the very next moment Momina added. “Ab bhi waqt hai, Fayra aur Danish ka nikah kara do…” 

(I always liked Danish for Fayra, but you trust outsiders more than your own people.)

(There is still time, get Fayra and Danish married…)

Adnaan and Sara saw their silent wish wearing the outfit of reality but Anzala was shocked, he didn't want to repeat his struggle with another forced marriage. Maizah had no problem with this suggestion but what about Danish and Fayra? They were already looking at each other. Without blinking.

“Danish?” It was a question from Momina and Danish looked away from Fayra's face, he saw Maizah for permission and she blinked in a yes then towards Sara whose fainted smile mingled with tears to give a positive response. 

“Fayra…?” Danish asked and Fayra shook her head. “How is it even possible?” she muttered. 

“It's not impossible either.” Sara muttered and Fayra looked at her mother after shifting away from her. 

“Mummy? Are you all talking about Danish Bhai…?”  

“Yeah beta…” Sara nodded.

“Make a decision soon, gossips are already high among the guests.” Ashar was the one to give the reality check of guests and Sara gave a requesting look to Fayra.

“But mummy…”

“Please beta…” it was a request from a mother. 

“Danish…” Anzala curled his arm around his son's shoulder and took him aside. “I won't force you my tiger. It's your choice, your decision, your happiness that is most important to me. I don't care about anything when my son's life is on stake… Just tell me your decision without hesitation.” Anzala forgot all those lessons he had given to his son regarding Family comes first, today he preferred to be selfish.

“I'm ready to accept this relationship from all my heart and soul, trust me dad…” Anzala saw his son with amazement but smiled at the end. 

Fayra shook her head but Adnaan also gave her a requesting look. Eventually, she was unable to refuse and cried out after resting her head on her mother's shoulder. 

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I do

I do

I do

She said with difficulty 

I do

I do

I do...

He accepted nervously but wholeheartedly.

That's how these three words turned their life to another path on which they have to be together forever, till jannat. 

But since the destination is so beautiful, the journey is going to be a bit different than usual.

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Author's Note:

I know, I'm pretty late but I deleted this chapter a few times because I didn't like the previous drafts… I hope you understand. Please show some love in the form of feedback. Thank you.

Your Author 

_Naaz Jamal.