Azlan sat comfortably among his cousins in the lawn, a cup of steaming tea in his hand as he casually observed the lively scene unfolding before him. His striking features drew attention even in the midst of the crowd. His sharp jawline, clean-shaven face, and intense eyes gave him an effortlessly handsome appeal, the kind that commanded attention without trying.

Azlan had wore a simple outfit-tailored black trousers paired with a crisp, light grey wool-blend shirt that hugged his well-built frame. Over the shirt, he wore a dark charcoal shawl draped over his shoulder to keep him warm in this chilly winter air.

Even though today's function was for the women, Azlan's presence didn't go unnoticed. His relaxed, confident demeanour, along with his dressing, made him stand out.

His cousin, Latif, struck up a conversation. "Azlan, tum kab shadi kar rahe ho?"

(Azlan, when are you getting married?)

At the mention of marriage, the image of Rubab's honey-like eyes surfaced in Azlan's mind, and just as quickly, he shook the thought away. "Abhi toh business join kiya hai, abhi mera ussi pe focus hai," he replied, his gaze drifting towards the festivities.

(I've just joined the business, and that's where my focus is right now,)

Before, Latif could say anything else, Nawab Riyaz Khan made his entrance, along with Raza.

"Azlan, chalo beta khana khalo." He told Azlan, lovingly.

(Azlan, come on, son, it's time to eat,)

"Ajaiye," Raza said to Azlan,

(Come on,)

Azlan nodded to Raza. However, as he was about to head toward the dining area, he remembered his mother's medicine. Naziya Khan had entrusted him with her medication because her purse was laden with money meant for the bride and bridesmaids.

"Raza, woh ammi ko medicine dena tha, mere paas hai." Azlan leaned in to explain this to Raza,

(Raza, I've got ammi's medicine with me, and I need to give it to her,)

"Aunty ki dawai? Haan toh kisiko..." Before Raza could come with any solution, someone called out to Raza urgently, diverting his attention

(Aunt's medicine? Well, you could just...)

"Raza bhai, bawarchi puch raha hai masale ka packet kaha hai."

(Raza bhai, the cook is asking where the spice packet is.)

"Ruko, araha hoon," Raza was about to go, but then he turned to Azlan.

(Hold on, I'm coming,)

"Tum aangan mein jake de do dawai." Raza gestured to Azlan.

(Why don't you go to the courtyard and give the medicine,)

Azlan hesitated. The prospect of entering the aangan, where all the ladies were gathered, made him feel uneasy. He decided to play it safe and moved towards the entrance of the aangan, planning to call Noor who had been looking after him since morning.

Before he could call Noor, Rubab, who had just come down the stairs, noticed Azlan standing there.

As Rubab's eyes locked onto Azlan at the entrance of the aangan, a sudden rush of memories flooded her mind. Just an hour ago, her cousin sister, Neeli, had nervously informed her about a man trying to peek into the aangan, a situation that had left Neeli feeling uncomfortable.

"Kon hai woh?" Rubab inquired about the man's identity.

(Who was it?)

"Pata nahi, pant shirt pehna hai." All Neeli could offer was a vague description.

(No idea, he was wearing pants and a shirt.)

"Haan, yaad aya, dilli se jo mehman aye hain, shayad unme se koi tha." Then Neeli added.

(Oh yeah, I remember, it must've been one of the guests from Delhi,)

The puzzle pieces clicked into place for Rubab as she connected the dots. She remembered that he was the same guest from Delhi who had been receiving a lot of attention since yesterday. She had served him tea last night, and earlier this afternoon, she had seen him with Raza Bhai in the car. Rubab didn't know him personally, but she had observed how a group of girls often hovered around him. The realization struck Rubab with a sense of indignation.

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, Azlan turned and froze for a moment. Standing before him was Rubab, dressed to perfection, looking even more radiant than before. But Azlan only allowed himself a brief glance before quickly lowering his eyes.

"Ji, woh main bas..." Azlan began politely, trying to start a conversation, but Rubab cut him off mid-sentence.

(Uh, I was just...)

"Ji, aap bas ankhein sek rahe the." Rubab remarked with a hint of sarcasm that made Azlan look up involuntarily.

(Yeah, you were just enjoying the view, weren't you?)

"Sorry?"

"Sorry? Yeh shadi biyah toh hote hi isliye hain ki aap jaise larke jee bhar ke larkiyon ko tarh sake."

(Sorry? Weddings are basically held so guys like you can stare at girls all they want, right?)

Her words made Azlan shocked, as well as embarrassed. He wasn't here to check out anyone.

"Apko galat fehmi hui hai, main yaha bas apni ammi ki dawai dene aya tha." He tried to explain her.

(You've misunderstood. I'm just here to give my ammi her medicine,)

"Bada innovative excuse hai, yeh toh pehle kabhi suna hi nahi." Sarcastically, she raised her eyebrows in an impressive manner.

(Wow, that's a creative excuse. Never heard that one before.)

"Dekhiye, yeh excuse nahi hai, main serious hoon. Main yaha wakai mein dawai dene aya tha." Showing her the medicine, he told her.

(Look, it's not an excuse. I'm serious. I'm really here to give her medicine.)

"Dekhiye, apke yaha hoga normal yun larke larkiyon ka ek hi jagah majma lagana, humare yaha nahi. Alag alag portion hote hain taki kisi ko koi dikkat na ho isliye apni inn harkaton se baaz ajaye." Pointing her finger at him, she told him.

(Maybe it's normal where you're from for guys and girls to hang out in the same space, but not here. We have separate areas to avoid any trouble, so you'd better quit this nonsense.)

Now Azlan got angry. No one dares to talk to him like that, and from where he looked like a loufer?

"Main apki izzat kar raha hoon iska yeh hargiz matlab nahi aap koi ilzam lagaye." Taking steps closer to her, he told her in a warning tone. She instantly stepped back, eyes widened on his behaviour.

(I'm respecting you, but that doesn't give you the right to accuse me of anything.)

"Ach.. achhe se jante hain hum aap jaiso ko. Hadd mein rahe, baba se shikayat kar denge." Her confidence was dropping because of Azlan standing close to her. Mustering up the courage, she told him and quickly walked past by him to enter the aangan, she was determined to complain to her father about the audacity of the guest from Delhi. Unbeknownst to her, the edge of her dupatta was caught in the handle, and with a step, it tightened its grip, making her stop and gasp.

(Oh, I know exactly what kind of guy you are. Stay in your limits, or I'll complain to my father.)

Inside the vibrant gathering, women were engrossed in conversations, laughter echoing through the air.

Taking a deep sigh in, Azlan calmed himself, as he didn't want to create any scene in a wedding, and thought of going in becuase Raza have given him permission.

Rubab's anger intensified as she felt an unexpected pull on her dupatta. Assuming it to be that same person, she turned around sharply, ready to unleash her frustration, only to collide with Azlan, her palm landed squarely on Azlan's cheek, the loud slap echoing around them, and the flower tray in her hands to teeter dangerously, petals scattered in a colorful cascade, creating a brief moment of chaos in the otherwise festive atmosphere.

Rubab's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath came in short, as she realized what had just happened. Azlan, stunned, blinked at her, his face flushed a deep crimson, and his eyes narrowed into slits. He instinctively raised a hand to touch his cheek, his knuckles turning white. Rubab's delicate hands didn't have enough strength to actually hurt someone as strong as him, but that slap felt like a blow to Azlan's pride,

"Yeh kya badtameezi hai?" Azlan growled in a low voice. Rubab, who had been angrily giving him a piece of her mind moments ago, now stood in stunned silence, staring at him in disbelief. As fierce as she was and as bold as she could be in her anger, she wasn't someone who went around slapping people.

(What kind of behavior is this?)

"Hum, Hum... aap badtameezi... apne humara dupatta..," Rubab finally managed to muster up the courage to speak, but the way Azlan was looking at her made her feel as if her very soul was being crushed.

(I... I... you were being inappropriate... you grabbed my dupatta...)

"Konsa dupatta?"

(Which dupatta?)

Unknown to both Azlan and Rubab, onlookers who were initially stunned by the flower tray's fall now found amusement in the unfolding scene. None bothered to intervene to resolve the growing tension between them.

"Humara dupatta..." Rubab still wanted to prove herself right. Even though her heart was pounding and Azlan's intense gaze unsettled her, she wasn't ready to back down.

(My dupatta...)

"Rubab!" Noor arrived on the scene, seeing Rubab and Azlan's stern expression, she sensed trouble, she quickly approached Rubab, gently guiding her hand down.

"Kya kar rahi ho?" Noor asked, her tone indicating disapproval.

(What are you doing?)

"Noor api, yeh shaks..." Rubab began to complain, but Noor cut her off.

(Noor api, this man...)

"Tameez se, Rubab, mehman hain woh." Noor spoke in a low voice, then turned to Azlan, offering a nervous smile. "Rubab toh bachhi hai, usne kuch kaha ho toh..."

(Mind your manners, Rubab, he's a guest.)

(Rubab is just a kid. If she said anything...)

"Ammi ko bahar bhej dijiye mujhe unse baat karni hai." Azlan interrupted Noor, his voice stern.

(Just send my mother to my room. I need to talk to her.)

"Maaf kariyega agar Rubab ne misbehave..." Noor tried to excuse Rubab's behavior, understanding Azlan's evident upset.

(Sorry if Rubab misbehaved...)

"Humne koi misbehave nahi kiya..." Rubab defended herself, but both Azlan and Noor shot her a sharp look.

(I didn't misbehave...)

"Tum chup raho." Noor's tone brooked no argument as she addressed Rubab.

(You stay quiet.)

"Ammi ko mere room mein bhejiyega." Azlan walked away, still visibly frustrated. As he left, he heard the murmur of conversation behind him. People were whispering, speculating, judging.

(Send my mother to my room.)

"Rubab! Kya kiya tumne?" Noor, frustrated, let go of Rubab's hand. "Tumhe zara sa bhi ehsas hai mehman ka ya Anisa apa ki shadi ka?"

(Rubab! What did you do?)

(Do you have any sense of how to behave with guests?)

"Woh badtameezi kar rahe the."

(He was being inappropriate!)

Noor smacked her forehead; the situation was spiraling out of control.

The aftermath of Azlan and Rubab's argument stirred a whirlwind of gossip within the gathering. Whispers and hushed conversations echoed through the halls, carrying with them embellished versions of what had transpired. The tale took on a life of its own, growing more dramatic with each retelling.

As rumors started to spread, Naziya Khan heard about the twisted story being told. Worried, she decided to talk to Azlan, hoping to calm things down and protect the reputation of both families.

•••

"Ammi, main aaj hi ghar ja raha hoon, mujhe ab yaha nahi rukna. Aap shadi attend karke aiye. Main Shahzain se keh dunga woh ajayega apko lene." Azlan informed Naziya Khan when she entered his room.

(Ammi, I'm going home today. I don't want to stay here anymore. You can attend the wedding. I'll ask Shahzain to come and pick you up.)

"Azlan, aram se! Pehle hume puri baat toh bataiye." Naziya Khan calmly urged Azlan, wanting to understand the situation fully. She knew Rubab well enough to understand that while she might be carefree, she wasn't the type to slap a guest in their home without reason. But then again, her son wasn't the type to be involved in any sort of inappropriate behavior either. She wanted to know how this all started.

(Azlan, calm down! First, tell me the what happened.)

Before Azlan could explain, there was a knock on the door. It was already slightly ajar, and Nawab Riyaz and Mahajbeen were standing at the threshold.

"Bhaijaan," Naziya Khan quickly adjusted her dupatta. Riyaz and Mahajbeen entered the room.

The news of what had happened had already reached them, and before speaking to Rubab, they had come to see Azlan.

Nawab Riyaz glanced at Azlan, whose proud face appeared even sharper with the restraint of his anger.

"Bahar jo hua, Rubab se anjane mein. Main uske liye sharminda hoon." Riyaz began, addressing Naziya with an apologetic tone.

(What happened outside, Rubab did unintentionally. I'm ashamed on her behalf.)

His remorseful words made both Azlan and Naziya feel even more uneasy.

"Naziya, hum wakai mein bohot sharminda hai Ruby ne jo kiya..." Mahajbeen added, addressing Naziya as well.

(Naziya, we are truly ashamed of what Ruby did...)

"Bhabhi, Shayad koi galat fehmi hui hogi, warna humne bhi dekha hai Rubab toh bohot pyari bachhi hai," Naziya quickly interrupted, not wanting them to feel even more ashamed. She wanted to resolve the matter.

(Bhabhi, perhaps there was some misunderstanding, otherwise I have also seen that Rubab is a very sweet girl.)

"Azlan," Riyaz Khan was now looking directly at Azlan, whose stiff demeanor still showed clear signs of anger. And rightfully so; being accused and then slapped-any decent person would be furious. "Beta, Rubab ki taraf se main apse maafi mangta hoon."

(Son, I apologize to you on Rubab's behalf.)

"Mamu, ab aap mujhe sharminda kar rahe hain." Azlan's anger dissipated like smoke. What self-respecting person feels good hearing an apology from their elders? "Main toh bas ammi ki dawai dene aya tha, aur... unhe laga main shayad..." Azlan clarified his position.

(Uncle, now you're making me feel ashamed.)

(I was only here to give ammi her medicine, and... she thought maybe I...)

"Unko yakeenan koi galat fehmi hui hogi, warna Rubab aisi nahi hai." Riyaz sighed, realising it was his daughter's mistake.

(She must have had some misunderstanding, otherwise Rubab is not like that.)

Azlan remained silent, his gaze drifting to the window. He didn't respond.

"Azlan bhi aise nahi. Par jo hona tha ho gaya," Naziya Khan interjected, her voice was soft, trying to ease frustration, but she herself couldn't hide the tiny flicker of resentment toward Rubab now that she knows what truly happened.

(Azlan isn't like that either. But what's done is done,)

"Rubab janti nahi darasal inn sab rishto ko, abhi choti hai," Mahajbeen explained.

(Rubab doesn't fully understand these relationships yet, she's still young,)

There was no point in continuing this, Naziya Khan decided to end the conversation. "Hume bahar chalna chahiye, warna log aur baatein karenge. Azlan, aap aram kariye."

(We should head outside now, or else people will talk even more. Azlan, you should rest.)

Azlan gave a tight nod, not trusting himself to speak without releasing his frustration. Naziya gave her son one last, concerned glance before following Nawab Riyaz and Mahajbeen out of the room.

•••

Rubab and her cousins were busy preparing tea after dinner. The soft glow of string lights draped across the kitchen.

"Rubab, tumhe mujhse puchna chahiye tha woh kon hai." Neeli said while washing cups in the sink, their voices blending with the distant tunes of a Bollywood song playing from an old cassette player.

(Rubab, you should've asked me who he was.)

Piya Tose Naina Lage Re,
Naina Lage Re
Jane Kya Ho ab Aage Re

"Apne hi toh kaha tha uss shaks ne pant shirt pehna hai." Rubab blamed Neeli, as she added sugar in the tea.

(You're the one who said he's wearing pants and a shirt.)

She was not known for being stubborn, but when she also couldn't be swayed once she set her mind on something. The aroma of tea wafting through the air.

"Toh kya tum har pant shirt wale ko thappar marogi? Woh wakai mein mujhe medicine dene aye the, Rubab." Noor asserted, slamming the tray on the table with a hint of frustration. Out of all, Noor seemed the most furious with Rubab.

(So, are you going to slap every man wearing pants and a shirt? He really came to give me medicine, Rubab.)

"Achha hoga agar tum unse maafi manglo apne rawaiyye ki. Woh shadi se jane wale the," Noor told her, the last sentence was spoken as if Azlan leaving the wedding was the most important thing.

(It would be better if you apologized to him for your behavior. He was about to leave the wedding.)

Rubab rolled her eyes at the dramatic scenario. "Noor api, woh molvi sahab nahi jinke jane se shadi nahi ho payegi. Jate hain toh jaye."

(Noor api, he's not the cleric that the wedding won't happen without him. If he wants to leave, let him go.)

"Tumse toh baat karna fuzool hai." Noor left angrily.

(It's pointless talking to you.)

"What's wrong with her? Aise keh rahi hain jaise humne inki insult ki ho," Rubab couldn't understand Noor's demeanour.

(She's acting like I insulted her.)

"Aur aap bataye, Neeli, jabse woh... kya naam tha unka?" Rubab put her index finger on her forehead, trying to recall the name of the person she had humiliated without knowing.

(And tell me, Neeli, since he... what was his name?)

"Unka naam shayad..." Neeli was about to say the name, but Rubab interrupted.

(His name was probably...)

"Kuch bhi ho. Hume kya. Yeh bataye aap, jabse woh aye hain, har waqt kisi na kisi larki ke sath hi dikhe. Hume toh unki harkat bilkul shareefo wali nahi lagti." Rubab finished talking as she poured tea into cups.

(Whatever. What does it matter to me? Tell me, since he arrived, he's always been seen with some girl or the other. His behavior doesn't seem very respectable to me.)

Neeli agreed, noticing that ever since Azlan arrived, girls were always around him.

When Rubab took the tea to her brother and father, Raza was quite angry with her. If it weren't for the guests, he might have scolded Rubab right there. Among all the siblings, Raza's anger was the most intense, and he was the one who kept all the siblings in line. Though he was younger than Anwar.

"Ruby, aaj jo hua woh wakai na qabile bardasht tha," Riyaz Khan began softly. Parents often have a soft spot for their younger children.

(Ruby, what happened today was truly intolerable.)

"Baba, lekin woh..." Rubab tried to explain, but Raza cut her off.

(Baba, but he...)

"Koi bahana nahi. Tum din ba din badlihaz hoti ja rahi ho. Tumhe zara ehsas nahi woh mehman hai, aur tumhari behen ki shadi hai." Raza's sharp words sliced through Rubab's defense, casting a shadow of gloom on her face, which didn't go unnoticed by Nawab Riyaz.

(No excuses. You're becoming more and more disrespectful by the day. Do you have no sense? He's a guest, and this is your sister's wedding.)

"Raza, main baat kar raha hoon na," Nawab Riyaz said, interrupting his son in a hard voice, but when he spoke to Rubab, his voice was soft.

(Raza, I'm talking,)

"Rubab, koi bhi dikkat thi toh apko pehle mujhse ya apne bhaiyo se baat karni chahiye. Aisi waisi koi baat apko handle karni bhi nahi chahiye. Azlan toh shareef hain, unhone kuch nahi kaha, lekin larkiyon ko zeb nahi deta aise baat karna. Aur phir ghar aye mehman ki insult karna toh nahi sikhaya na humne apko." Although Nawab Riyaz was speaking kindly, Rubab could sense the disappointment in his voice, and her head hung low in shame.

(Rubab, if there was any issue, you should've come to me or your brothers first. You shouldn't be handling such matters yourself. Azlan is a decent man; he didn't say anything, but it doesn't suit girls to speak like that. And then insulting a guest who comes to our house-haven't we taught you better than that?)

She had been stubbornly defending herself, insisting that she was in the right, but now she realized that she had indeed made a mistake.

"Baba, I'm sorry," she murmured softly, her voice laced with regret.

"Koi baat nahi, agey se dhyan rakhna, aur haan, bhai se bhi maafi mang lena." he said, lovingly placing a hand on her head.

(It's okay, just be careful next time. And yes, apologize to bhai too.)

"I'm sorry, bhai, dubara nahi hoga." Rubab quickly complied and apologized to Raza, who couldn't help but roll his eyes at her intelligence.

(I'm sorry, bhai, it won't happen again.)

"Meri baat nahi kar rahe abbu." Raza pointed out, making Rubab's eyes widen in realization.

(Abbu is not talking about me.)

"Hum unse maafi mange?" She looked back and forth between her father and brother in shock.

(You want me to apologize to him?)

"Beta, apse galti toh hui haina. Aur galti pe maafi mangne se koi chota nahi hota. Apki behen ki shadi hai, kisi ka dil kharab nahi hona chahiye."

(Dear, you made a mistake, right? And no one becomes smaller by apologizing for their mistake. It's your sister's wedding, no one's feelings should be hurt.)

Now that her father had said it, Rubab had no choice but to agree.

•••

Though Rubab had understood her mistake thanks to Nawab Riyaz, the scolding was far from over. After Nawab Riyaz and Raza, Anwar also felt the need to lecture her, and Nighat, who had been nitpicking her all day, didn't miss the chance to remind her of her wrongs. All of this left Rubab in a foul mood. She wanted to lock herself in a room and avoid everyone, but she didn't even have her room anymore-it had been given up for guests. Going to Anisa's room was out of the question because all the cousins were there, and she knew she'd just hear more comments if she went there. So, she decided her parents' room was the safest place to retreat to.

"Achhe khase mohol mein badmazgi agayi thi apki wajah se, Ruby. Apne achha nahi kiya." Mahajbeen scolded Rubab, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, pouting.

(You ruined a perfectly good environment, Ruby. You didn't do good.)

At that moment, only their family members were in the room: Mahajbeen, Nawab Riyaz, Anwar, Raza, Shireen, and Rubab. Anisa was upstairs in her room, and Anwar's wife was with her.

"Ab bas kardo sarey, jissey dekho ussey daat raha hai, maine keh diya hai abse aisa nahi hoga." Nawab Riyaz's loud voice interrupted the others, unable to stand the sight of his daughter's downcast expression.

(Now enough, everyone is scolding her. I've said it won't happen again.)

Just then, Ayesha entered the room carrying a plate of food.

"Billi, tumne kabse kuch nahi khaya, maine garam kiya hai ab khalo," Ayesha said as she handed the plate to Rubab.

(Billi, you haven't eaten in a while, I heated this, now eat.)

"Apne khana nahi khaya?" Nawab Riyaz asked with concern.

(You haven't eaten?)

"Kabse sabki daat hi kha rahe hain," Rubab mumbled under her breath. Only Shireen and Ayesha, who were sitting close to her, heard it.

(I've only been eating scolding from everyone for so long.)

"Ab aap itni bhi masoom nahi," Shireen whispered teasingly.

(You're not that innocent either.)

"Pata hai Abeera phuppo ne humse kya kaha?" Mahajbeen suddenly remembered and turned to her husband.

(Do you know what Abeera phuppo said to me?)

"Keh rahi thi dono badi betiyo ki parwarish Mahajbeen ne bohot achhi ki hai, yeh choti lal mirch pata nahi kispe chali gayi." Mahajbeen was still angry about how Rubab had spoken back to Nighat and Abeera earlier, and not to mention her rudeness toward Azlan.

(She said Mahajbeen did a great job raising her two elder daughters, but she doesn't know where this little chili got her temperament from.)

Like Nawab Riyaz, Rubab was also her dearest, but Mahajbeen believed that when Rubab was wrong, she needed to be disciplined. She knew her scolding didn't affect Rubab much, so she wanted Nawab Riyaz to speak to her more firmly.

"Haan dono toh Allah miyan ki gaye hain. Kisi ke munh pe kuch nahi kehti toh sabki nazar mein achhi hain, baad mein amma se jo baatein karti hain koi sune toh jane. Aur yeh munh pe achhe, aur peet piche burai humse nahi hoti. Munafiq log karte hain aisa," Rubab muttered, the food and Nawab Riyaz's defense giving her the courage to speak her mind. She was back to herself.

(Yes, the two of them are angels. They don't say anything to anyone's face, so they're considered good, but if someone overheard the way they talk to Amma later, they'd understand. I don't do this-being nice upfront and backbiting behind people's backs. Hypocrites do that.)

"Aap hume munafiq keh rahe hain?" Shireen snapped at Rubab's comment.

(Are you calling a me hypocrite?)

"Aur nahi toh kya, munh pe kisiko jawab dena nahi ata, aur baad mein Amma ke samne roti hain ki 'Amma, Khala toh shadi ke baad pakki wali saas ban gayi hain.'" Rubab mimicked Shireen, causing everyone to smile, except Raza and Mahajbeen. Even Shireen cracked a sheepish grin since she knew Rubab was quoting her exact words.

(Of course I am! You don't know how to respond to anyone's face and then cry to Amma saying, 'Amma, Khala has become such a typical mother-in-law after marriage.')

"Apki hone wali saas se hume abhi se humdardi ho rahi hai," Mahajbeen commented, unable to come up with a better response.

(I already feel sympathy for your future mother-in-law.)

"Iski saas toh ussi din mar gayi hogi jis din yeh paida hui hogi," Shireen added, backing up her mother.

(Her mother-in-law probably died the day she was born.)

Rubab pouted but didn't say anything further. She wasn't shameless enough to badmouth her hypothetical mother-in-law in front of her father and brothers.

Before anyone could say anything further, there was a knock on the door, and Yasmine (Anwar's wife) peeked in.

"Billi, tumhe sab Anisa ke kamre mein sab bula rahe hain," Yasmine relayed the message, and Rubab quickly stood up.

(Billi, everyone is calling you in Anisa's room.)

"Ja rahe, waise bhi sab yaha hume bas daatte hain," she muttered while taking her plate and heading out. Left behind were the family members, all rolling their eyes at her dramatic exit. Everyone had only scolded her for her own good, but Rubab's flair for drama was well-known.

(I'm going, everyone just scolds me here anyway,)

"Inka shadi ke baad kya hoga?" Mahajbeen worried aloud. She wasn't particularly thinking about Rubab's wedding, but after Nighat's sudden mention of it yesterday and the hints dropped today, the concern had genuinely settled in her mind. Daughters grow up so quickly, and it's often those around who notice it before their own parents do.

(What will happen to her after marriage?)

"Abhi choti hai woh, parhai kar rahi hai, abhi se kaha aap uski shadi ka soch rahi hain. Anisa ki shadi pe dhyan dein." Nawab Riyaz didn't like where the conversation was heading.

(She's still young, she's studying. Why are you worrying about her wedding already? Focus on Anisa's wedding.)

Mahajbeen could tell from his tone that he didn't want to discuss this further, but as a mother, it was hard for her to stop worrying about her children so easily.

"Amma, Billi mein bas abhi bachpana hai. Aap fikar na karein, shadi ke baad woh khudko halat ke hisab se dhal legi." Shireen reassured her mother.

(Amma, Billi's just childish right now. Don't worry, after marriage, she'll adapt to the situation.)

Mahajbeen couldn't shake her concern. Only Allah knew what the future held, and now more than ever, she began to worry. If Rubab stayed this fragile, how would she cope once she moved to her in-laws' house? Who knew what kind of family or people she'd end up with? How would she endure everything when she couldn't even handle such a small incident now?

The children most cherished by their parents often struggle to withstand life's harsh realities.

•••

Rubab knew that the conversation in Anisa's room would revolve around the incident, but she didn't expect everyone to be so amused by it.

"Chalo, kam se kam humari shadi mein kuch toh yaadgar hua. Ab log sadiyo tak yaad rakhenge ki Anisa ki shadi mein aisa hua tha." Anisa laughed, and all the girls joined in, except Rubab and Noor.

(Well, at least something memorable happened at my wedding. Now people will remember for years that such a thing happened at Anisa's wedding,)

Rubab's anxiety grew. If everyone here was talking about it this much, how embarrassed must that poor guy have felt? Her heart sank at the thought. Silently, she resolved to apologize to him first thing tomorrow. An apology wouldn't change what had happened, but it might at least offer some form of reparation. It was the least she could do.

•••

She was pacing around the living room at this late hour of the night. It was quite cold outside, but with the heating devices on, it was hard to tell from within. A bike honked at the gate, and she immediately rushed outside. The moment she stepped out, the chilly air welcomed her, sending shivers down to her bones and making her nose sting as though filled with pepper. Rubbing her nose to warm it up, she hurried towards the gate. Shahzain Khan stood at the gate with his bike, and as soon as she opened the gate, he came inside.

She was still closing the gate when Shahzain removed his helmet and turned towards her, clearly pleasantly surprised to see Nigaar.

"Tum kab ayi?" he asked, setting his helmet on the bike and taking off his gloves, then glancing towards the gate. "Aur yeh Rafiq bhai kaha gaye?" he inquired about the guard.

(When did you arrive?)

(And where's Rafiq Bhai?)

"Rafiq bhai toh gaov gaye hain," Nigaar informed him as she approached. They both started walking towards the house. "Unki biwi ki tabiyat theek nahi."

(Rafiq Bhai has gone to his village,)

(His wife isn't feeling well.)

"Ek toh inki biwi ki har dusre din tabiyat kharab rehti hai aur yeh gaov chale jate hain. Iss liye mujhe biwi nahi pasand."

(His wife gets sick every other day and he goes to his village. That's why I don't like wives.)

"Tumhe kisne kaha tum Rafiq bhai ki biwi ko pasand karo." Nigaar asked, genuinely confused.

(Who asked you to like Rafiq Bhai's wife?)

"Tumhare yaha kuch hai ya khali hai?" Shahzain gestured towards his forehead.

(Is there something in your head, or is it empty?)

Nigaar pouted at his remark.

"Tumhare liye khana garam kardu? Api ne kaha tha tumhe khana dene ke liye." Nigaar asked once they were inside. Shahzain was locking the door.

(Should I heat up some food for you? Api told me to make sure you eat,)

"Nahi main bahar se khake aya hoon. Haan ho sake toh ek cup chai bana do." he replied. The cold weather was relentless, making him crave tea every few minutes. Riding a bike in such weather was nearly life-threatening, but Shahzain loved the thrill. Naziya Khan often told him to use the car during rain and cold weather, but his stubbornness knew no bounds. He preferred his bike, his royal ride, even if it meant facing a storm.

(No, I already ate outside. But if you could make me a cup of tea, that'd be great,)

While Nigaar went to the kitchen to prepare tea, Shahzain sat down on the carpet near the fireplace and switched on the TV.

"Rafiq bhai agar gaov gaye hain toh koi aur kyu nahi aaj duty pe?" Shahzain asked as he took the tea from her, still not able to digest the fact that the house's three women were alone this late at night, with no guard on duty.

(If Rafiq Bhai went to the village, why isn't anyone else on duty?)

"Pata nahi," Nigaar replied honestly.

(I don't know,)

"Kisi ko hona chahiye tha. Gate pe koi guard nahi aur tum log akeli ho, yeh theek toh nahi." Shahzain said, taking a sip of the tea. But Nigaar was more interested in his wrist, where his jacket sleeve had ridden up a bit, and she thought she saw blood. She looked closely in the dim living room light. The soft glow from the fire cast a golden hue on his face. His sharp features-strong jawline, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes-stood out, giving him an air of effortless handsomeness. His hair, thick and wavy, had become slightly tousled under his helmet, but it only added to his charm. Even with the bruises and cuts, there was something about Shahzain's presence that commanded attention. His skin had the golden warmth of someone used to the outdoors, and the light stubble lining his jaw added to his rugged appeal. He seemed unaffected by the cold, sitting there with an easy confidence.

(Someone should've been at the gate. This isn't right,)

Before she could ask about these cuts, a voice spoke from behind.

"Tumhe agar itni fikar thi toh tum late kyu aye ho?" Both of them turned to see Rukhsar Khan standing at the living room door, looking at Shahzain with disappointment written all over her face.

(If you were so worried, then why did you come so late?)

"Assalam-Alaikum, bhabhi," Shahzain immediately stood up out of respect. Nigaar followed suit.

Rukhsar stood there, wrapped in a thick shawl that draped over her shoulders. Her soft, delicate features were illuminated by the faint glow of the fire, enhancing the natural beauty she carries. Her wide, expressive eyes were filled with both concern and frustration, framed by long lashes that gave them a soft intensity. Her full lips were pressed into a thin line, trying to hide her emotions. Even in her simplicity, there was a grace about her-her dark, curly hair loosely tied behind her. She looked ethereal, as if she were a reflection of another time.

"Yeh waqt hai aney ka? Khala khalu nahi hain toh kya tum apni marzi se aoge jaoge?" She didn't greet him back, and instead asked in disappointed voice.

(Is this the time to come home? Just because uncle and aunt aren't here, does that mean you'll come and go as you please?)

Naziya Khan had planned to attend the wedding with Azlan for months. During this time, Behroz Khan also had to leave the country for business matters, and as usual, Huzaifa accompanied him.

Initially, Naziya was about to cancel her plans for the wedding, as she didn't feel comfortable leaving her newly wedded daughter-in-law and other family members alone at home. However, Rukhsar convinced her that she would take care of everything and reassured her that all would be well. Even Shahzain promised that he would look after the house. Besides, Behroz Khan and Huzaifa were expected to return the next day, so Naziya didn't need to worry. With Rukhsar and Shahzain's reassurances, Naziya reluctantly agreed to go to the wedding.

But now, with Shahzain coming home so late, Rukhsar's anger was completely justified.

"Bhabhi, I'm sorry," Shahzain apologized quickly.

"Sorry tum khalu se kehna." Rukhsar threatened.

(Don't say sorry to me. Say it to uncle,)

"Aap abbu se shikayat karengi?" Shahzain looked surprised. Behroz Khan was the most frank with Shahzain among all his sons (him being the youngest). But if Behroz Khan found out that the women were alone in the house and Shahzain had arrived late, Shahzain could only imagine how angry he would be.

(Are you really going to complain to Abbu?)

"Shikayat nahi karungi, haqeeqat bataungi. Khala khalu ke rehte toh tum time se ajate ho ghar, ab woh nahi toh itna late aaoge?"

(I won't complain. I'll just tell him the truth. You always come home on time when uncle and aunt are here. Now that they're gone, you're this late.)

"Kaam agaya tha," Shahzain admitted, lowering his gaze.

(I had some work,)

"Adhi raat ko konsa zaroori kaam agaya tha yeh tum khala ko batana." Rukhsar scolded.

(What kind of urgent work comes up in the middle of the night? Tell this to uncle,)

Nigaar silently watched the exchange between the two. Her eyes darted between Rukhsar and Shahzain like a tennis ball.

"Kya, bhabhi, aap kabhi ammi toh kabhi abbu se meri shikayat lagayengi. Aap itni pyari hain pyari pyari baatein kiya karein." Shahzain reverted to his usual carefree self. He knew well enough that Rukhsar only threatened but never actually complained.

(Bhabhi, you're either going to complain to Ammi or Abbu. You're so sweet; talk about sweet things for a change,)

Rukhsar had been his cousin before she became his sister-in-law, and ever since they were children, Rukhsar had always scolded him for his antics, threatening to tell on him to Naziya Khan, but she never did.

At Shahzain's comment, a smile appeared on Rukhsar's face, though she tried to hide it as she glared at him. "Tum bhi bohot achhe ho achhe kaam kiya karo."

(You're nice too; start doing nice things.)

"As you command." Shahzain gave a mock salute, promising to behave, making Rukhsar finally give in to her laughter.

"Nigaar, Shahzain ke liye khana garam kar dena." Rukhsar said to her younger sister, then left the room. Now she could finally get some rest.

"Phew, mujhe laga bhabhi wakai gussa hain." Shahzain exhaled deeply once Rukhsar had left.

"Tumhare hath ko kya hua?" Nigaar finally asked.

(What happened to your hand?)

"Yeh? Arey kuch nahi bas chota sa accident ho gaya tha." Shahzain pulled up his sleeve completely to reveal a deep cut. "Issi wajah se toh late hua. Lekin ghar mein kisiko mat batana." he warned her.

(This?)

(It's nothing, just a small accident. That's why I was late. But don't tell anyone at home,)

"Tum doctor ke paas gaye?"

(Did you go to the doctor?)

"Chota sa tha. Zaroorat nahi." Nigaar was worried, but Shahzain remained his usual carefree self, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

(It's small, no need.)

"Chehra dekho apna, chehre pe bhi itni chot ayi hain..." Nigaar pointed out, wondering how Rukhsar hadn't noticed, and why Shahzain was so reckless.

(Look at your face; you've got cuts there too,)

"Yeh accident se nahi hua, yeh toh maine ussey mara toh usne bhi maar diya." Shahzain said casually, shocking Nigaar.

(This wasn't from the accident. This happened when I hit him, and he hit me back,)

"What?"

After an outing with friends, Shahzain was on his way home at his usual time. But while on the road, an overspeeding car swerved recklessly, causing Shahzain's bike to collide with a cart. His bike crashed, and he was thrown off, sustaining injuries. The cart owner's goods were also scattered across the road, suffering significant damage. Ignoring his own pain, Shahzain immediately rushed to check on the cart owner when the driver of the car stepped out. Instead of feeling ashamed or apologizing, the driver arrogantly began blaming Shahzain and telling the cart owner to move his cart.

Already fuming from the accident, Shahzain's temper exploded. He lunged at the driver and began beating him, each punch fueled by his rage. The driver tried to defend himself, but Shahzain overpowered him. In the scuffle, Shahzain received a cut on his lip, but the driver didn't fare as well. By the time Shahzain was done, the man's face was a bruised mess-likely unrecognizable for weeks.

Despite his anger, Shahzain's sense of responsibility took over afterward. He helped the cart owner gather his goods and made sure he was fine. Then, with the driver barely able to stand, Shahzain took him to the hospital himself. This was why he had arrived home late.

Nigaar was left speechless after hearing the whole story. Shahzain always seemed to find himself in such reckless situations, constantly earning scoldings at home, yet he never seemed to learn his lesson.

"Jab hospital gaye hi the toh apne liye bhi dawai le lete," Nigaar finally managed to say, her voice tinged with concern.

(You should've at least gotten some medicine for yourself while you were at the hospital,)

"Inn choti moti choto se kuch nahi hota." Shahzain replied, dusting off his hands as if brushing away the incident itself. He gave her a stern look. "Bas tum kisi ko batana nahi... Apni api ko bhi nahi." he warned before walking away.

(These small injuries don't bother me,)

(Just don't tell anyone... not even your sister)

Since Shahzain had made her his confidante, Nigaar wasn't going to share this secret with anyone. She nodded in agreement, but she still worried about him.

Quickly, she fetched the first aid kit from the kitchen and headed toward Shahzain's room.

The door was open, but he wasn't inside. The light from the bathroom indicated he was there. A few moments later, he came out, having changed his clothes, and was surprised to find Nigaar in his room. His expression shifted immediately, showing his displeasure.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?" His tone had changed; it wasn't the same casual, playful manner he had earlier in the living room.

(What are you doing here?)

"Dawai," Nigaar gestured to the first aid kit in her hands. "Tumhare zakhm pe dawai lagane..."

(Medicine,)

(I brought it to put on your wound...)

"Tum raat ke iss waqt, mere kamre mein, mujhe dawai lagane ayi ho?" Shahzain's voice hardened. "Wakai aqal nahi kya tum mein?" His temper could flare in an instant, and this was one of those moments. The kindness he had shown earlier, which had given Nigaar the courage to come here, was gone, replaced by sharpness that made her heart race with nervousness.

(You came to my room in the middle of the night to apply medicine?)

(Do you even think at all?)

"Main toh bas dawa lagane ayi thi."

(I just thought,)

"Tum doctor ho?" Shahzain interrupted. "Ek thappar marunga sari doctari nikal jayegi. Jao yaha se. Soch samajh ke jaya karo kisi ke kamre mein, koi dekhle iss waqt tumhe yaha..." His voice was harsh, almost cruel, and Nigaar felt her chest tighten. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze.

(Are you a doctor?)

(One slap from me, and all your medical skills will disappear. Get out of here. Do you have any idea what would happen if someone saw you here at this hour?)

"Mann kiya toh laga lena." she whispered, her voice shaky. She set the first aid kit down on the table with a soft thud, biting her lip to stop herself from crying. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room.

(If you feel like it, apply the medicine yourself,)

Shahzain noticed the hurt in her voice, but he said nothing. He shut the door behind her.

As Nigaar made her way back to her room, she wiped away her tears, silently cursing Shahzain for his harshness. But by the time she reached her room, the tears had dried, and her mind began to clear.

Shahzain's last words echoed in her mind, "Koi dekhle iss waqt tumhe yaha..."

(What if someone sees you at this time...)

It hit her then-he wasn't just angry for the sake of it. He was trying to protect her honor. Apart from Rukhsar and Hamna, there were a few servants in the house, and while Rukhsar might not have said anything, if Hamna or one of the maids had seen her in Shahzain's room at this hour, rumors would've spread like wildfire.

Nigaar smacked her forehead, regretting her foolishness. Shahzain wasn't entirely wrong to scold her. Moments ago, she had been crying over his harshness, but now, as she thought back on it, a small smile crept onto her face.

He cared for her, even if his way of showing it was rough.

•••

Yeh thi Hanan ki galti, usne agar Mohit Bhaiyya ko mara tha toh hospital mein bhi admit karwana chahiye tha 🐒 Shahzain uncle ko dekho, mara toh dawai bhi karwayi

Hence proved, baap baap hota hai🤣🤭

Khair, how's the chapter?

-Ufaq