Silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, there are screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that comes into contact with the eyes is covered with this soft net. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. They all have vague, illusory colors, each hiding its meticulousness. Point, keep its secrets, and make people feel like dreams.

But without thinking about anything else, Placing one arm under his head he was relaxing and watching a TV show when his wife entered the room with a tired face. "Anzu," she muttered in a defeated tone while sitting on the bed.

"Hmm?" Without bothering to look up he replied.

"Yaar ghar me itna kaam hota hai... Main bohot thak jaati hu" she muttered, this time Anzala looked up. "I'm dying because of this headache " She added and Anzala open his arm.

(Man, there is so much work in the house... I am very tired.)

"Idhar aa" he whispered with a flood of love in his eyes, but he shouldn't forget his wife was Maizah. How could she be accepted his demand so easily?

(Come here)

"Main nahi aa rhi" She huffed while making an irritating face, anzala furrowed and rolled his eyes

(I'm not coming)

"Nahi aa rhi to nahi aa, bhaad me jaa" telling those love-filled words Anzala again shifts his gaze to the TV screen.

(Then go to hell)

Maizah glared at him, she wanted Anzala to do some efforts to bring her around but it was next to impossible. She also knew that, but the naive heart and its wishes... Alas!

After waiting for few more minutes Maizah laid down on the bed, but not beside him. She placed her head on his midsection, she wanted to show her offended side. Anzala smiled and curl his arm around her neck. "Ab kya hua?" He asked and pinched her cheek.

(What happened now?)

"I don't want to talk to you. You don't love me. Look at Afnaan, how much he loves his wife" Maizah showed her disappointment one more time, Anzala smiled and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Nayi nayi shadi Hui hai na... Thoda waqt guzarne do..."

(He is newly wed, that's why. Wait and watch, after some time he'll also become like this)

"Tune to nayi nayi shadi me bhi kabhi mere liye kuch special nhi kra tha" She pouted again.

(You never did anything special for me even in a new marriage.)

"Yaar Tujhe mujh se kitni shikayate hain?"

(Dude, how many complaints do you have with me?)

"Anginat"

(Uncountable)

"Chal ab sooja, jab tujhe neend aati hai to tu wese hi Pagal ho jaati hai." He removed her clip letting her hair fall on his abdomen, 

(Come on now sleep, you turn mad just like that when feels sleepy.)

"Anzu tu bohot bura hai, mujhe I love you bhi nhi bolta" Anzala ignored his wife's complaints and run his fingers through her long and silky hair.

(Anzu you're very bad, you don't even say me I love you)

Maizah felt relaxed, all her tiredness flew away after getting that massage and soon she was consumed by the slumber. Anzala smiled and caressed Maizah's cheek with the back of his fingers. He was scared if he would disturb Maizah's slumber but he was helpless in front of his heart.

"Mummaaaaaa" Danish entered in the room. "Shhh..." Anzala hushed him while placing his first finger on the lips.

"Where is Bisma?" Anzala asked when Danish came to the bed. But mumma's boy prefer to kiss his mother's cheek before replying to his father. "She is sleeping in Sara Mami's room"

"So what are you doing here? Go and sleep with Dada Jaan" Anzala pulled Danish's cheek which eventually slipped his specs down from the slide of his little nose.

"Dad~" poor guy shift his specs and laid down beside Anzala, hugging him tightly. "Tonight, I wanna sleep here" he whispered and Anzala removed his specs and embrace him, soon Danish also sleeping and Anzala smiled before kissing the head of his only son.

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She was about to sleep when a beeping sound awake her. Looking here and there she felt confuses because it wasn't the voice of her mobile. She again close her eyes in order to sleep but again the same beeping voice disturbed her. This time she search for the source of voice and found a mobile under the pillow. It was Anzala's mobile on which Bisma was playing games before sleeping. Sara sighed. She didn't have energy to go to return the mobile but it again beeped. With the thought that it would be some important messages, Sara made her way to Anzala's bedroom.

"Maizah" She knock the door.

"Sara she is sleeping" Anzala replied and Sara slowly push open the door. "Anzala bhai your mobile" she neither Stepped in nor looked in the direction of bed just extend her hand.

"Come in Sara." Sara moved ahead with that instruction and looked at Anzala. His one arm was wrapped around Maizah's shoulders, who was sleeping on her back, placing her head on his midriff and other arm was spread on the bed on which Danish was sleeping peacefully so he couldn't get out of bed.

"Someone is messaging... That's why I..." She muttered in order to explain her visit. Anzala removed his hand from Maizah and grabbed the mobile.

"thanks." Sara turned to go but stopped by his call "Sara"

"Ji bhai?"

"switch off the lights before going, I can't move" she nodded and switched off the lights before stepping out from the room.

Sara took a deep breath to calm down her madly beating heart. After watching Anzala and Maizah she remembered how she used to sleep after placing her head on Adnaan's bare chest. Tears clouded her vision and a sharp wave of pain hit her head one more time. But she didn't let those feelings and tears came out. Instead of going to her room she went to the kitchen to make coffee but Adnaan was already present there. Both of them weren't craving for the mid night coffee but for the feeling of love fasten with the zeal of thier past.

Seeing Adnaan Sara terminate her plan of making coffee and open the fridge to draw out water. She wanted Adnaan to talk to her, intentionally giving him a chance she put the left over food in the microwave but he didn't look at her. Then she realised that her all efforts were made no sense. Putting back the already heated up food in the fridge with a thud. Slamming the fridge door very loudly she stepped toward the door of kitchen. Adnaan was confused about her sudden rage. Sara reenter the kitchen and felt dizzy, to maintain her balance her took a support of nearest wall. For a moment Adnaan wanted to ask what's wrong with her why she was taking medicine other day and now she was about to fall but he had idea that Sara would give him a bitter and sharp response so he didn't even ask and pick the mug of coffee. Stepping towards the door of kitchen door he paid one more glance at her.

Couldn't he even ask what happened to me? Sara thought and glare at his back. Adnaan's heart clenched with pain after seeing Sara ill, he turned to ask her about her health but.

Ye mujhe kyu ghur rahi hai? Ab mene kya kra? Kuch kru ya na karu, sari galti meri hi hoti hai, aur gussa karne ka sara haq Iska, tabiyat puchunga to Jaan se hi maar degi.

(Why is she glaring at me? What I've done now? Anyway, all the fault and flaws belongs to me and all the rights of angry belongs to her. She will kill me if I'll ask her about her health)

With this thought Adnaan went to his room and Sara sobbed silently.

"I hate him" she repeated what she was saying since three years, but inside her heart she was not letting his love.

She went back to the room and sat down on the couch, drawing out medicine box from the drawer of side table she picked the thermometer from it and put that in her mouth. After a minute it was showing 103° F.

For last few week she was feeling feverish, but now her headache and fever was increasing with every passing day. Drawing out a white pill from the blue colored strip she gulped it with water and went towards the window of the room. Remembering the time when she was having period cramps and Adnaan was taking care of her, she got tears.

Before a few days ago when she started feeling feverish, Afnaan's wedding functions were going on, no one had time to ask her the reason behind her pale face. Moreover, her self-esteem didn't allow to stress anyone in between the happy and enthusiastic environment.

Feeling chill she was standing on the window, gazing the beauty of night sky with tearfilled eyes when her gaze fall on the lawn where Afnaan was sitting with his wife. They were lost in each other's eyes without knowing that their privacy was at stake. For some five minutes Sara was watching Herself and Adnaan's closeness in them but then shut the window as she also knew its not correct to watch them.

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After a Day

It was Sunday, poor Danish was preparing for the next day test. But Bisma was free from all kind of homework and school work. So she was for last an hour she was playing on the terrace with Fayra. 

"Fayra, catch it" Bisma throw an air ball towards Fayra who ran and picked it with her small hands before throwing that toward Bisma.

She catch the ball and sat down on the corner swing with a tired face.

"Fayra main thak gayi" Letting a cold sigh out Bisma announced

(Fayra I'm tired now)

"Bishma aapi Main bi that gayi" Copying her elder cousin Fayra stood up in front of the swing, holding the ball in her hand.

(Bishma aapi I'm alsho tired)

"Fayra frooti piyogi? Kal dad bohot sari frooti laye the hum sab ke liye" Bisma asked and Fayra nodded with a big smile on her innocent lips and excitement in her little eyes.

(Fayra would you like to have some frooti? Yesterday dad brought a lot of frooti for us)

"Yahi ruko main abhi laati hu" Saying that Bisma jumped off the swing and ran downstairs.

(Wait for me. I'm coming back in a while)

Fayra wait for Bisma for five minutes but she was struggling to draw out the frooti from the upper most section of fridge. Fayra's forbearance gave up ans she went near the door.

"Bishma aapi~"

"Bishma Aapi~" She called Bisma a few times but then decided to go downstairs. Holding the air filled ball in her both hands she struggled to step down, but the ball was bigger for her to hold, it was blocking her sight. She successfully climb down almost all the stairs but unfortunately slipped on the second last stair. "Aaaaaa" the corridor of second floor of Rizwi Mansion was echoed with that cry.

"Papa~" Fayra cried loudly. Afnaan was the first to reach that place as his room was nearest to the spot.

"Papa~" Fayra cried again and Afnaan lift her, first of all he checked her through our, luckily she had only a few small scratches and bruises but she was Fayra so crying loudly was her birthright.

"Fayra, stop crying. Baby you're fine" Afnaan tried to hush her but Fayra shook her head. "Papaaaa"

Maybe she was the first child to call her father in pain, otherwise everyone call their mother.

Afnaan took her to Adnaan's room, in the time being almost everyone was aware of her cryout.

Adnaan was embracing her, Afnaan and Anzala were divert her mind, Aasif, Rashid, Momina and Gul Bano were looking anxious. Sara was trying to took Fayra in her embrace and check her but Adnaan was not giving her a chance. Meanwhile Maizah was scolding her daughter to leave Fayra alone on the stairs but Bisma was also a small girl, she was just 5.

"Give her to me" Without making eye contact with Adnaan Sara open her arms but he didn't hand over Fayra to her. Sara glared at Adnaan as if she would kill her very next moment and held Adnaan's hand to jerk away from Fayra's back, in no time she embrace Fayra and kissed her face.

Adnaan was shocked.

Not because of Sara's rudeness but because she was having high fever, her hands were feeling like a burning coal.

"Show me where does it hurting? You're my strong girl. Don't cry like this" Sara whispered and made Fayra stood up on the floor. Fayra touched her head with left hand and than show her knee. There were a few bruises and her head had a knot under her curly hair.

"Dard ho raha hai?" Sara asked and she nodded while crying and wiping her tears with the back of the palm.

(Is it Hurting?)

"Fayra Chalo mere sath, main un stairs ko marunga jisne meri itni paati bachhi ko gira diya" Anzala kneeled down in front of Fayra and held her both hands. This effect Fayra, She blinked innocently forgetting about her crying but not more than a few moments. She again started crying.

(Fayra, come with me, I beat the stairs that pushed my so petty baby girl)

Her crying was not decreasing, not even Adnaan was able to make her hush at this time but suddenly a loud and melodious voice rang in everyone's ears.

الله أكبر. الله أكبر

الله أكبر. الله أكبر

(

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar)

أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله

أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله

(Ashhadu ala ilaha illallah

Ashhadu ala ilaha illallah)

The Azaan was going on and a miracle happened. Fayra's out cry was converted into a mess of sobs.

"Dadi jaan (grandma)" Fayra sobbed looking at Momina who smiled and nodded. Fayra pulled her little hands away from Anzala's grip and wiped her tears with them before marching towards Momina.

"Mera pyara Bachha" Momina caressed Fayra's head and wiped her fresh tears. The little girl sobbed but held the big hand of that old lady before marching out from the room.

(My good girl)

Everyone was looking confused.

What was going on in between those two?

"Where are you going Fayra?" Adnaan and Sara both asked in unison.

Momina turned back and smiled with an assuring look and stepped ahead along with Fayra. Maizah followed them but Momina stepped her to follow.

"Ye kya tha?" Aasif asked to Gul Bano, but she was also holding the same question in her eyes as so all the other.

(what's this?)

The girl who was impossible to hush, suddenly spotted crying after listening to the Azan voice. Ignoring Momina's command to not to come after her, everyone went to Momina's bedroom and the scene surprised them.

Momina spread a prayer mat and wrapped a big dupatta around Fayra's head to cover that properly. The little figure stood up on the prayer mat and held her hand together on chest. After only lipsing reciting nothing she bend a little and then quickly went to laid on the floor on her stomach. The tilled girl didn't know how to prostration properly. Sitting down on her knees she lift her cute chubby hands in the air while making a cup of them.

"Allah mummy papa ti lalai khatam ho jaye" She muttered with tightly shut eyes.

(Oh Allah, terminate the dispute between mummy and Papa)

"Ab ka bolu?" Fayra looked towards Momina innocently. "Say Aameen" Momina replied and Fayra again close her eyes.

(What to say now?)

"Aameen" She muttered and rubbed her hands on her face.

"Mera pyara Bachha" Momina kissed Fayra's head and smiled. Many days ago Momina informed Fayra that her parents were very good friends but they had a fight so they're angry with one another. From that day to now Fayra was praying for her parents after offering her so called namaz. It was Fayra and Momina's top secret, they didn't want to share it with anyone but now when Momina turned back she found whole family standing at the doorstep.

Sara blinked her eyes rapidly to gulp away the tears and looked at Adnaan who was busy in gazing his innocent daughter's face.

'Ye kya mujhse baat krega? Isne to meri tabiyat tak puchne ki zarurat nhi samjhi' Sara control her tears while glaring at Adnaan. He turned to saw her to found her glaring him angrily

(Huh! He didn't even bother to ask my health, I know he won't talk to me)

'Itne saal guzar gaye, lekin Iski nafrat khatam nahi hui. Is se baat karne ka matlab hai ek aur baar apna dil toodna.'

(Even after these years her hatred hasn't decrease. Initiating a talk to her means to hurt my heart and feelings one more time)

With these thoughts they both turned to opposite sites and marched to their respective rooms, lewvimh the Rizwi Family in greaf. They all these expecting those two hearts would be melted after listening to that innocent supplication but no. Their ego and misunderstandings came between them one more time.

They were like two opposite banks of a river. Together but Far away

But Fayra was a bridge that connects them.

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Only one chapter is left.

I said to give a late update but it's difficult for me to focus on any other work leaving Sara and Adnaan in midway.

😄😄😄

But now I'm not sure when will I update next.

I need a help.

I want to edit MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN, is there anyone who could help me in editing one 2-3 chapters.

(not complete editing, just small spelling check and punctuation)

If anyone is free to help me plz dm.

I won't give wholw book to edit, just 2 or 3 chapters.

_Naaz Jamal