THIRD PERSON'S POV :

Maryam came downstairs with long steps when listened about Nida and Ifra's arrival

"Nida Baji, Ifra come in. Shifa why are you standing here stopping their path?" Maryam said the first part to both guest and Scolded her daughter in whispered

"I think we should inform you before coming" Ifra said with a hesitant smile and Shifa realised about her looks she literally plamed her face and bite her cheek from inside, nervously

"Nothing like this, you can come anytime... Come in" saying that Maryam lead them towards a room and gestured Shifa to give them water on which she nodded.

"We disturbed you by coming this time" Nida said as she must be feeling like an unwanted guest

"Nothing like that Nida Baji, Actually yesterday cats break the planters on terrace so we were cleaning that" Maryam informed at the same time Shifa entered in the room in her alien look, on which Ifra smiled and she felt embarrassed.

"Shifa change your clothes" Maryam whispered and Shifa slightly nodded before running to her room.

"Shifaaaaaaa..... Are you a fool?!!!" Shifa muttered while smacking her forehead and opened Faraz's DP which was still showing the same message.

'Faraz wanted to tell me that someone is coming, but I am a great fool... Why I didn't understand such a small message.' she scolded herself but without wasting time she ran towards the bathroom holding a suit which was luckily hanged already ironed because she was supposed to go to Afifa's home.

After a short shower she stepped out wearing that simple suit and tied her wet hair in a high ponytail, applied kajal and ran towards the room where guests were sitting.

She was supposed to that her mother must be sitting with Nida and Ifra but they both were sitting alone.

"Ifra now I'm sure Shifa and Faraz aren't in contact... I purposely informed Faraz about our visit and plan to come here without informing so that we could check out shifa's reaction but here the story is totally different, it means only Faraz like her" Nida was saying this when Shifa entered in the room.

"I'm really Feeling awkward because of our surprise visit" Ifra said and Shifa passed a smile

"It's okay aapi, no need to be so formal. But why do you haven't bring Muneera" Shifa said with a small smile and Nida smiled, at the same time Maryam entered in the room after changing her clothes.

"Nida Baji I'm really happy that you come to our home, but the way you come I really don't like... If you informed me before..." Nida didn't let her complete

"Ab to aana jana laga hi rahega, Agli baar aane se pehle bata denge" Nida said with whole hearted smile.

(We'll inform you before coming next time, now these Visits will continue)

"You're always welcome" Maryam said with a smile and after that gestured Shifa to bring refreshments and tea.

SHIFA'S POV

Mumma gestured me to bring tea and I nodded before going to the kitchen. I was feeling on ninth cloud after all Faraz's mother and sister were there to ask for my proposal. I Already knew the reason of their visit because Musa uncle told us about Nida aunty's intentions.

But I'm sure that was the most unlucky day for me. I open the drawer to bring out the packet of mixture but... Unfortunately before we eat that, ants were there to polish off that. I literally smacked my forehead but drew out other packets luckily they were fine. Placing the refreshments and tea in tray I marched to the room, a smile wasn't leaving my face.

"Maryam today I come here to ask for something" Nida aunty was saying something when I entered in the room.

I placed the cup of tea in front of Ifra Aapi and Nida aunty. Ifra aapi pinched my cheeks with a smile and I was trying not to smile but couldn't.

"Maryam I want Shifa as my daughter-in-law, and I am assuring you that she will be my daughter not daughter-in-law" I listened and felt my heart skipped a beat, only Faraz's face was roaming in my eyes. I tried hard to control my smile but I bet my cheeks were tomato red at that time. I looked at mummy and she looked at the door, indicating me to go out from the room and I moved out from there.

I wanted to jump so hardly but stopped the wild animal Resides inside me. I again watched Faraz's DP which was still showing the same.

"Why I didn't get the hidden meaning of this message" I literally smacked my forehead.

I can't discribe the condition of my happiness, I was feeling like I'm going to be free from my cage. My dream was going to be true.

After some ten minutes I listened mummy's call, so I headed back to the room where Nida Aunty and Ifra aafi were sitting.

"nhi nhi... Aap pareshan mat hoiye... Hum abhi aa rahe hain..." I listened what Nida aunty was saying to someone on call.

(No no... Don't worry, we are just coming back now)

"Kya hua Nida Baji, aap preshan lag rahi hain. Sab kheriyat hai?" mumma asked when found some worried expressions on her face, but she said me to remove the empty cups of tea and obeyed

(What happened Nida Baji, you are looking worried! Is everything fine?)

"Yeah everything is fine... We will come again, for now I'm getting late, there is something emergency in home" saying that Nida Aunty made herself stand and passed a smile to mummy. But that smile was looking like a burden on her lips.

"Maryam aunty please get agree, I want this cute doll in my home, I mean not in my home but in Ammi's home" Ifra Aapi said to mummy while pinching my cheek and I tried my best not to smile displaying my all teeth. But I was feeling my cheeks burning

"I'll talk to him then..." Nida aunty didn't let mumma complete

"I'll come again then we will discuss this matter in detail, but it's an emergency so I have to go back" Nida aunty said and mummy nodded with a smile.

"What happened Ammi?" Ifra aapi asked when found her mother tensed but Nida aunty shook her head slowly before heading towards the door.

"Allah Hafiz" I greeted Nida Aunty and she stopped in her way.

"Allah Hafiz, may Allah gives you all the happiness in your life" in the reply of my greeting She gave me a lot of blessings and patted my head.

"Masha allah she is very nice girl." Aunty said to Mumma and she smiled on her daughter's praising.

I was really on the peak of happiness. I was going to get free from the prison in which I was living since childhood. I was the prisoner without committing any crime. I was a prisoner who was living in that prison with only one hope...

That one day Faraz will take me out from that restrained life where my every feeling and emotions were subdued. Only breathing and eating.... These two things were in my control other than that I have to control all my desires.

Faraz's POV :

Afterall the time for which I was waiting since long ago has arrived Ammi was going to Shifa's home for the proposal and Abbu ji was going to meet Aamna's family. when I went On breakfast table abbu ji was discussing to Ammi that they want me to get married soon. I don't know why my parents always want their children to get married as soon as possible. They married off Ifra in just 20 and then it was my turn, but I want Shifa to complete her education before getting married.

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I was sitting in my chamber busy with different people and different files. And I didn't realise when clock showed the evening time. Holding tons of happiness in my heart and a big smile on my lips I mounted on my bike waiting for the good news from my parents.

Entering in the home I found Ifra sitting with Ammi and Abbu ji but surprisingly their expressions were something unexpected for me.

"Assalamualaikum" I greeted everyone.

"Waalaikumas salam, sit" abbu ji said seriously and I nodded, placing my mobile in pocket I took seat in front of My parents. Ifra was sitting beside me and I was sure that Ammi was going to talk about my marriage. As I have said they were in hurry for my marriage.

"Faraz we want you to do nikkah..." I didn't let abbu ji complete his sentence

"Abbu ji let her first complete her studies, after that we will think about the marriage" I state in slow voice

"Faraz we are talking about nikkah, not Rukhsati (farewell)" I was confused that why my parents always stay in hurry in my life's decisions.

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

After a week

(In shifa's room)

"Shifaaaaaaa.... Idiot... Duffer it's only a few minutes left for nikkah what are you doing? You are still sitting here like this?!" Afifa shouted on Shifa when she entered in her friend's room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed holding Her mobile in right hand. Shifa was watching Faraz's DP and smiling, but with tear filled eyes.

"Why you come here now? I was saying you to come to meet me but then you were busy!" Shifa busted on Afifa angrily.

"First tell me are you smiling or crying?" Afifa asked confused as Shifa had tears in her eyes but smile on her face.

"I'm crying on my past and smiling for my future" Shifa said and this time she was crying properly, Afifa hugged her.

"Don't cry yaar, please don't cry." Afifa said and Shifa break the hug.

"Yeah you are right... I shouldn't cry." mumbling that Shifa wiped her eyes and a smile covered her lips but again fresh tears made their way to her eyes.

"Shifa Faraz bhai must be getting ready to go to mosque, for the nikkah. At least now talk to him on call. The nikkah is just minutes away" Afifa suggested and Shifa shook her head with a smile but tears were still flowing from her eyes.

The nikkah was taking place in the sunnat way. In which groom go to mosque where Qazi Sahab asked his permission for nikkah and then Qazi sahab goes to bride's home to ask for her permission.

"Shifo call him and talk to him, you never talk to him before." Afifa requested but that was more like an order.

"Jab aaj tak baat nahi kari to aaj bhi baat karne ka kya fayda!" Shifa said with a smile and wiped her tears.

(when I haven't talk to him till now then what's the matter of talking to him right now!)

"Tum dono Pagal ho... Ye Pehli love story hogi jisme both sided love hai, lekin phir bhi ek dusre se kabhi baat bhi nhi kari... Ek message bhi nhi kra! Puri love story DPs main hi nikal di" Afifa said like a scolding and Shifa smile with tear filled eyes and shook her head.

(You both are mads.... This must be the first love story in which love is both sided but still you haven't talk to each other, even not message each other. Your full love story Is passed in just DPs)

"That's why we both are extraordinary" Shifa said with a small chuckle and Afifa glared her.

"You both are coward" She said with anger

"Its true... I'm coward... But Faraz is not coward, he called me last night" Afifa was Amazed after listening that

"Whatttt.... And you are telling me this right now... Stop crying and tell me what he have said" Shifa sighed

"From now onwards I'll not cry ever, In'sha Allah.... I will only smile" Shifa said to Afifa and she nodded, Shifa started telling what Faraz said on call.

On the other hand....

Faraz entered in the mosque, he was wearing white kurta Pajama with brown waistcoat. As usually looking handsome.

After offering Asar namaz, all the men including Faraz, his father, Brother in laws, Kashif, Musa, Anwar, and few more men were sitting with Qazi sahab.

"Bismillah karen Qazi sahab" Aazam said with a smile and Anwar looked at Musa then Faraz.

Anwar was sitting with expressionless face

"Do you Mohd. Faraz Siddique, son of Aazam......." Qazi sahab was asking and Faraz was watching his hands which were placed on his thighs

"Qubul hai"

(I accept)

"Qubul hai"

(I accept)

"Qubul hai"

(I accept)

After these three words everyone listen another happy voice

"Mubarak ho"

(congratulations)

Everyone was busy in giving blessings to Faraz but Anwar was the only one who went to Aazam and hugged him

"Bete ki shadi bohot bohot mubarak ho Aazam sahab (Congratulations for your son's marriage)" Anwar said and Aazam smiled

"Bohot jald hum apni Shifa ko lene aapke ghar ayenge" Aazam said and Anwar nodded with a smile.

(Soon we will come to your home to take our Shifa with us)

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Humne to kuch bhi na kiya

Ye sab is dil ka qusoor tha,

Jo kuch bhi dil ne kiya

Wo sab aapka surur tha....

Qusoor: crime

Susur: Intoxication (Nasha)

_Naaz Jamal

13.06.2020

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_Naaz Jamal