Maham

"Bhabi I really don't feel like going." Ibrahim pouts sadly.

He'll be leaving at the evening yet he can't make up his mind. Ishq ka bukhar. Kiya batayein. (Fever of love, you know.)

"I've promised you right? So what's the issue? Don't you've faith on me?" I serve him a glass of juice.

"No Bhabi I didn't mean like that. It's just, Bhabi you won't understand how am I feeling. I'm leaving my love, my life, my everything here all alone for four years. Anything can happen in this time span." His eyes are gloomy. His worries are justified but life has to move on and he needs to be built his life. Nothing is easy. But at the end everything falls into places.

"Ibrahim why are you feeling that you're leaving her? Think like that you're going to secure a beautiful life ahead for both of you plus you'll have contact with her. You can talk to her whenever you want." Leaving loved ones behind mile away isn't a piece of cake, but in order to achieve goals of life, one needs to go for sometime.

"Chote Chachu! You're going and didn't tell me." Abraham runs to him with his school bag hanging on his baby shoulder. The kids are back early from school today.

"How did you know, Champ?" He asks.

"Hafi told me. I'm angry. Don't talk." His chubby cheeks are adorably sulking.

"Hafsa ki bacchi!" He mumbles beneath his breathe. "Champ I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But how about this, I'll send you remote control car from there?"

"Two. Then I'll forgive you."He raises his index and middle fingers. This boy is so adorable and lively. The brightest chirag (lamp)of this house.

By the evening Ibrahim's suitcases and other stuffs are packed and now Mama is shedding a river of tears. Hafsa and Hawwa on the other hand are enjoying his departure.

"Thodra drama hi kar le udas hone ke. (At least pretend to be sad). Ibrahim says.

"Not a chance. We're the happiest that you're going. Four years of peace. Right Hafsa?" Hawwa pokes her tongue out at him.

"Yes. Go go bhai we won't be missing you a bit." Hafsa agrees to Hawwa.

"Let's see." He rolls eyes eyes.

"Oye khote teri bhai ja raha hai aur tu log majak kar rehe hai? (Hey idiots your brother is going and you guys are joking around.)" Mama scolds them.

The time of his departure arrives. Rayan and Umair bhai have to go the garage with his luggage. One by one everyone bis him goodbye. The twins are now a crying mess. They are the most sadden. This is what siblings are. They fight, they say they hate each other but at the last, they can't live without one another.

Murat bhai and I were also the same. He used to tease me, fight with me all times, yet he was the one who was always there in my every step. He protected me, pampered me and mostly made feel okay when everything seemed dark. I miss him so much. At times when I need his presence the most his absence haunts me to death. Those monsters took so much from my life, being the victims of their greed my family just got ruined to the point of never revive from it.

I quickly brush off my tears before anyone could notice, replacing it with a smile.

"Bas kar ab itna agar mere jane ke waqt royegi toh apni rukhsati mein kiya karegi? (Stop now, if you cry so much at my departure then what will you do at your farewell?)" He chuckles. The twins are hugging him as if trying to tie him up here. "My sweet devilish sisters, wipe your cheeks. You guys are looking like witches."

They hit him thoroughly at his statements. "Bhai you're so bad."

He laughs and wipes their cheeks with affection and kisses their forehead. After sometime he steps finally steps out of the house for his new future. The air in the mansion is gloomy and dusty. Baba is consoling Mama. She is extremely upset along with others.

"Bhabi it's eight o'clock. I think we'd feed the children. They have school tomorrow too." I say.

"I think you're right. Let me call them. And Mama and Baba will eat when Umair and Rayan will return. Are you hungry?" She asks.

"No Bhabi I'll eat with you all."

After feeding them, she send them to their to sleep while we wait for my husband and Umair to return. It's been so late. They'd have arrive by now. I hope everything is alright. My heart is jumping with anxiety.

"Beta call Rayan and ask him where are they." Baba says.

"Baba, he left his phone at home." I show them his phone.

"That idiot boy. Naargis beta dial Umair please."

She rings bhai but he didn't pick up. She tries the second time but no answer this time too. Tension is erupting lava all over our minds. It's already midnight but there is no sign of them.

Yaa Raab keep them safe.

I'm pacing around the hall five times now. Where are they?

The horn of the car honks outside. They've arrive. Finally. I let go a heavy breath and rush towards the main door but the scene in front of my vision causes my feet to break on the floor. I forget how to move for a brief moment. Shock has taken over my body.

Rayan and Bhai haven't returned alone. Samara is clinging on my husband's arms, and he isn't flinching away. She wearing his coat like she owns it. He is allowing her to stay in his arms. Those arms that hold me every night with love and care. Those arms where I'm named to be. But now someone else is claiming my place.

Was that even my space at the first place?

"What is all this? Rayan what she's doing with you?" Mama questions in a hard tone.

I'm trying to fight the tears from falling. The strong pangs at my chest isn't only painful but dreadful hurt. He stares straight at me without blinking. Settling Samara on the couch after a great struggle as she isn't let go him, he walks to me. Bhabi is calming her down and the questions are raising by every second. Even Bhai is quiet.

"Ammi a-actually on our way back home. We found at the road. She got hit by our car." Rayan reveals.

"What? How?" Baba asks.

"Some perverts disgusting excuse of men attacked her. S-she was um, a-almost got r-raped." Bhai concludes. A loud gasps leaves everyone's mouth. Samara cries harder while Bhabi wraps her in her embrace.

"T-they t-touched m-me. I felt so disgusted. No one came for my help. I somehow ran from there." She says between her sobs. She looks so fragile and broken.

Yah Khoda!

Poor soul, she has been so much and I was doubting her. I'm such a bad person.

Damn Mahru!

"You're safe now beta. Don't cry. We'll make sure your culprits would be severely punished. Don't cry anymore." Mama lovingly console her. She takes her to one of the guest room to freshen her up.

"Mahru can you lend her one of your kurti? Mine's would be too large for her." Bhabi says.

"Yes sure. Wait I'm bringing it right now." I walks to the room. I'm searching for some comfy clothes for her when Rayan enters the closet, hugging me from behind.

"Ay jaanan I love you." He hastily attacks my neck with peppering kisses. I stiffens in his arms.

"Chode mujhe, kaam hai mera (Leave me, I've work)" Though he has explained the situation but still I'm hurt seeing her too close with him. No matter what the condition is I can never see him with any other girl. It really hurts a lot. May be I'm being rude or selfish or even mean, but which wife can tolerate some other girl beside her husband?

"Mere biwi jaan ruthe hai mujhse? (My wifey is angry with me?)" He utters suppressing his laughs. "Hey is my sexy wifey jealous?"

I turn around at his comment. An irking smile is floating on his face. He is enjoying this very much.

Zaalim. (Cruel)

"Shut up. Who said I'm jealous? And why would I be?" Crossing my arms against my chest, I give him a deadly look.

"Accha ji aisi baat hai. (Owh so this is the thing.) Okay then, I'll go and hug some other girl then." He says blithely.

He's about to leave when I harshly grip his collar, pulling him close. "Himmat karke toh dekhe. Main bhi dekhti hun kaisay aur larki ko pyaar karte hai (Even I'll see how can you love someone else. I dare you.)" Anger is bringing the best confidence out of me. My grips tightens at his collar, with fury bursting in my cells.

"Q? Mujhse toh tumko mohabbat nahi hai, nahi parwa hai. Toh fharak q partahai tumko? (Why? Neither you love me nor do you care. They why it effects you?)" He arches his left eye brow masterfully.

"Shohar hai meri ap. Farak q nahi parega? (You're my husband. Why won't it effect me?)" I'm on the verge of breaking down. He is hurting me a lot now.

"So what?" His question finally breaks my tears out.

"Jaye ap. Dafa ho jaye. Baat nahi karna apse. (You go. Go away. I don't wanna talk to you.)" Hitting his hard chest a couple of times, I push him away. He is so cruel. He has paining me too much. I won't be talking to him now.

How can he say he'd love someone else?

He tries to pull me closer to him but I resist him. After a lot of struggles he wipes my cheeks softly, chortling at my face. "Such a cry baby." He murmurs. Cupping my face in his rough yet soft hands, his blackish eyes bores holes of affection to my brown ones. He leans in gradually, not moving his eyes from mine and that too not even blinking.

He slowly captures my dry lips with his cottony lips, moistening it. Electricity catches my nerves, putting my body on fire. He sucks my bottom lips as if he is trying to find air for breathing. His one hand goes on the back of my neck, another one hold my wrist. His lips continues battling with mine and I join the battle too.

Soon the soft kiss, turns into a passionate rough one. He pushes me backward, pining me with the door of one cupboard. He squeezes my wrist, making me grasps. Taking this opportunity, he depends our kiss.

Every hurt, every tears are now washing away with his lips. He is kissing me like he meant it. He slightly moves away, letting me breathe. Even though I didn't want our moment to end, but we need air in our poor lungs. Sticking his forehead on my mine, we inhale and exhale some tons of air.

Placing my hand on his crazily beating heart, he says "Ay dil dharkta hai toh sirf tumhare liye. Mohabbat jo hai itni tumse. Kisi aur ke naam taak lene ka koi gunjaish hi nahi. Ay kambadt dil hamesha jo tumhare paas dur tah hai. (This heart beats and that's only for you. I'm so much in love with you. There is no chance anyone in my life because this stupid always runs to you.)"

His words every time melts me into a pudding of affection. I can't comprehend how he is capable of loving me so much. I wish I'd love him as much as he do. May be now I don't feel so strongly for him. But I like him a lot. May be by time I'll be able to love him like he deserves to be loved.

Holding my chin between is thumb and index finger, he makes me look at him. "I." He kisses my right cheek. "Love." Then my left one. "You." Then my forehead. "Jaanan." Lastly the tips of my nose. "Always remember that." He warns with much love.

"I will."

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It's been a week since Samara has arrived. She is recovering from trauma gradually. Baba talked with her father, who is currently in London. She was staying at a hotel since she came on my wedding day. She refused to go back to London because she was terribly hurt by Rayan sudden cancellation of marrying her. Somehow I feel like I'm her culprit. But this wasn't in my hand. Whatever Allah planned for us, that happened.

In these seven days I realize she isn't that bad of a person as she appeared to be on my wedding day. She was just hurt. She even apologized for her rude behavior earlier in the past. All the hardships are now solved between us. She becomes my friend now.

"Mahru sit here quietly. You need to drink a glass of milk. Look at you. So pale and weak. You don't take care of yourself at all." Mama is scolding me for an hour now.

Today while working in the kitchen, my head slightly spins. She checked me and got to know my pressure is very low. "No need to wait for Rayan today. Eat your dinner and go to sleep. I'll serve him."

"No Mama. I'm fine. Why will you wait for him? He comes so late plus you also need to take care of your health too." I pouts.

"My pressure is in check and I'm very much fit. Stop debating and do what I say or else I'll be very angry." She tries to look angry at me. She is so caring. I'm lucky to get her as my mother-in-law.

She forcefully feeds me dinner. She is very stubborn. I can't win against her.

"Mahru now drink a glass of milk. It's been an hour now since you ate dinner." Mama says. "Naargis bring the glass."

"Aunty I'll bring it." Samara offers.

"No dear why will you work? It's fine." She says.

"You think as your daughter right, so can't a daughter works in her house?" She sweetly mumbles, and walks to the kitchen.

"Mama please I don't like milk. I promise I'll eat on time and also take care of myself. But no milk please." I cringe my nose at the smell of it. I hate it more than anything else. When Ammi was alive, she also used force me to drink it. After her no one did it.

Samara hands the glass to her and she blackmails me to gulp the awful liquid to my throat.

Yuck!

"That's my good baby." She wipes my mouth with end of her saree. I feel overwhelmed as Ammi also did that. I hug her quietly.

"Thank you Mama for caring for me." A drop of tear falls down.

"Pagal Larki. (Crazy girl)." Kissing my temple, she smiles.

I somehow manage to convince her to let me wait for Rayan. It takes me a whole lot of begging though. She is so adamant, just like a child.

I come to the room to change into my sleeping attire. Suddenly my eye lids are heaving, I'm unable to keep them ope. A gust of sleep just flow me with its waves in the sea of dreamland.

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My eyes open with a jolt. The room is flashing with bright sun rays. It's morning.

Did I sleep drift off last night?

I quickly checks the time and it's seven in the morning. I even missed fajr prayer. Since when I sleep for deeply?

I look at my side, Rayan is sleeping peacefully beside me. He came home and I didn't even wait for him. He had to eat alone. What he must be thinking?

Mahru you're hopeless.

I quickly get up to offer fajr as fast as I'd. After finishing my prayer, I fold the prayer mat neatly. Rayan has woke up by now. He is silently sitting on the bed, watching me, resting his back against the headboard. I go to him, lying my head on his shoulder. "You okay?" He mumbles, wrapping his arms around me.

"Forgive me. I don't know how I slept yesterday." I say.

"It's fine. You don't need to be sorry. I'm glad you slept. Ammi was saying me about your deteriorating health. She scolded me a lot for it." He chuckles huskily.

He kisses my temples. "She took a good class of me too." I mumble. "By the way, you'd trouble eating alone last night?"

"Not much. I came to the room, finding you sleeping you so peacefully, so I didn't wake you up. Samara heat up the food for me yesterday." The mention of her, makes me think.

She served him?

What was she doing so late at the kitchen, anyway?

Was she waiting for him?

"Now, now wifey no need to be jealous. She won't steal me from you. I'm all yours." He teases.

I pinch him. "I'm not jealous Rayan. Stop saying that." I warn, in return he laughs.

We talk for a some time, then he leaves to get ready but not before pecking on my lips. He always know to make me blush terrifically.

I comedown to the kitchen to see Samara is helping Bhabi and Mama just like I do. For some reasons, I'm not liking her interference in my family. I know I shouldn't think so ill but I can't help it. She is making me feel out of place, as if replacing me.

Idiot Mahru! What are you thinking?

Right. I shouldn't think that. The more ill I'll feel, the insecurity will grow. It's nothing serious. After Rayan leaves, I sit with Mama and have a long conversation with her.

"Oh beta I totally forgot about it. Wait." She opens her almira and takes out a box. "I wanted to give you this long back but it slipped out my mind. It's my necklace. It's a tradition of this family that mother-in-law has to give a piece of her jewelry to her new daughter-in-law. I gave one to Naargis too." She hands me the red box.

It's a beautiful platinum necklace, with a peacock pendant which is coated with small shining diamonds. "But Mama, Rayan already gave me one of your necklace. See." I show her the amethyst purple crystal pendant.

"It's not mine." She answers wrinkling her brows.

"Huh?" I say. Now I'm tangled. It's not hers. but he said she wanted to give me this. What's happening?

"I mean yes it's mine. Sorry things get slips off my mind. Aging effect." She laughs nervously as if she was about to get caught. Her words doesn't give me truthfulness.

Is she not telling me something?

After talking with her I come to my room when my phone rings. My heart jiggles with happiness seeing the caller.

"Assalamu Alaikum Baba. How are you?" I say.

"Walaikum Assalam beta. I'm very well Allahamdulilah. When you'll be coming to visit this old man?"

"Very soon Baba. Even I miss you too. Rayan was saying we'll be going 28th of this month."

I'm so eagerly waiting to visit Islamabad. Only fifteen more days to go and I'll see my home again.

Arrgh! Waiting is the worst thing.

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Days passes slowly at its own tune. Since a few days I'm feeling so sleepy, it's very usual for me. May be it is for tiredness. Bhabi comes to my room to give a glass of milk as per Mama's strict order.

Talking the glass on my hand, I stand to head to the veranda when I staggers on my sandals that cause the glass to fall from my hand.

Damn my clumsiness!

Now I've to clean it. Uggh!

Throwing the broken pieces carefully into the bin and clean the floor. Washing my hand, I sit on the veranda. If I tell Mama I dropped the glass, she will rebuke me a lot. I think to suppress the incident from her. I don't want wake her sleeping tigress inside.

I get engrossed with my novel, I lost the flow of time. The horn of Rayan's car brings me back to the attention. He has come. I happily descend down quickly to greet him. Thank God, I didn't fall asleep today.

As I come down, I find Samara is opening the door for him.

What's she doing here at this hour?

"You freshen up. I'll heat up your food." She says.

Before he'd reply anything, I utter, "No need Samara, you may go to sleep. I'm here to serve MY husband." Her eyes widen seeing me here. She didn't expect me here, did she? She awkwardly smiles and leaves.

"Assalamu Alaikum." He smiles amusingly. "You're awake today?"

"Walaikum Assalam. Go freshen up now." I say. He pecks on my cheeks and goes upstairs, meanwhile I Prepare his dinner.

After a very long, we're sitting together at the dinning table, eating together. Though Mama had feed me dinner earlier but I don't want to miss this opportunity I take a bit few bites, or should I say he feeds me.

I never dreamt my life would be so much sorted and filled with love and affections. It always brings what you don't expect. I want us to stay like this forever.

Days passes and the day of visiting Islamabad arrives. Fire crackers are burst inside me. I can't wait to meet Baba. I miss Bano a lot. Raiza and her family have also gone there for a big reunion. And Afiya and Danish Bhai are also coming. It's gonna be a big gathering.

"Are you ready?" Rayan buttons cuffs of his shirt. He is accompanying me.

"You know right, the tradition is bride goes to her paternal house and after a few days husband goes to pick her up. But you're going with me." I giggles. This man can't let me go away from his sight even for a second.

"Screw the tradition. I married you to be with you for lifetime. Not for letting you go away from me." He pecks on the tip of my nose. He fixes my Hijab and we head outside. Bidding everyone bye we drive to the airport. We're taking the private jet as he doesn't want to travel me in the public plane.

"Jaanan wake up. We're here." He alarms. I slept most the flight and he worked on his laptop. He really didn't require to come with me. I know how much he is struggling with his new projects. He'll leaving for Dubai for a month soon so before that he wants to spend as much time as he can, even I want that. I don't know how will I stay when he'll go.

The driver drives us to home where my full family is waiting for us. As soon as the car stops, I dash out to Baba who is standing at the entrance. "I missed you so much Baba." I cry.

"Mera Baccha. (My dear) I missed you too." He kisses my forehead.

"Mahru!"

"Appi!"

Bano, Raiza and Afiya embrace me together in a group hug. "We missed you."

"Me too."

After so long I'm meeting everyone. I can't express my feelings. I'm overwhelmed, emotional, happy, everything.

We all come inside and Malak mamu brings our luggage inside. We girls engage ourselves in chatting while the men are in the garden talking about politics, sports and other boring topics.

"Raiza teri shadi ka kiya chakkar hai? (What is it about your marriage Raiza?)" I ask. Afiya and Bano stare at me. They don't know anything.

"So you know. He must have told you." She replies. "Actually I'll be soon graduate from college so Abba were thinking of my engagement with his colleague's son. But I somehow managed Ammi so that's off for you. But I don't know what I'll do if they again raise this topic."

"What's going on?" Afiya asks.

I explain her the situation.

"So she has a boyfriend? Who is he?" Bano says excitedly.

"It's a-actually Ibrahim." Raiza mumbles

As expected they both freaked out. "Ibrahim? Ibrahim Rahaman? Hay Allah!" Afiya slams her hand on her head being startled as well as Bano. No one see this coming. I chuckle at their reaction. I wonder what our family reaction will be if they got to know. Raiza describes everything to them in details.

"Don't worry Raiza. We all with you. We'll never let you marry to some random. You'll be only Ibrahim's bride only if you marry anyone." Bano pulls her chin teasingly.

"Ah! Enough about me. It's Appi's turn. So my dear Appi when we'll be getting the good news?" Raiza puts the spotlight on me now.

Traitor.

"Yes, yes our innocent Mahru, you did the deed isn't it?" Afiya pokes me with her elbow.

"Besharam shab ke shab (Shameless people.) I didn't do anything. Stop being aunties now." I try to hide my blushed cheeks.

"Oh hoye bade sharma rahe hai koi (Owh oh someone is blushing.)" Bano complains.

I instantly hit her with a pillow and it ends with a massive pillow fight. We even manage to tore one pillow. We laugh so hard at our activity. It's awesome. I'm back to my good old days.

After dinner, it's been decided I'll sleep with the girls and Rayan will sleep separately. He begged me with puppy eyes not to agree with this arrangement, but I'm helpless. How can I say no to them? It feels inappropriate.

It's one o'clock at nught and I'm tossing and turning like a mouse trapped in a cage. I can't sleep a bit. It's so strange. I got habituated of sleeping in his warm arms that I'm feeling restless without him. I think I've spend the night without sleeping. I tip top out of the room secretively, not wanting to wake the devils. I come to the kitchen to make coffee for myself. To surprise, the lights are already on, when I clearly remember of offing them. I can also hear some noises too.

Is it thief?

Idiot! Which thief robs with lights on?

It's none another than my husband. He is searching for something. Sensing my presence, he asks, "Where is coffee jar?"

"Left cupboard, first shelf." I sit on the counter. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't sleep so I thought of making coffee. You?"

"Same." I shrug.

Placing the water to boil, he marches towards me. He snakes his hand at my wrist and position himself between the gap of my legs. "I missed you jannan." He mumbles on my neck, kissing my skin very slowly.

"R-Rayan what are you doing? Someone might come." I try to make space between us.

"I don't care. Now shut up." He crashes his lips on mine like a hungry beast. It's not painfully harsh but not too soft either. He indeed missed me, didn't he?

My hand automatically locks to his hair. Being satisfied kissing my lips, his lips streams down my jawline intensely. He soon attacks my neck, releasing butteries in my stomach. Some unknown feelings are scooping inside me, making me feel heat on my body. "Rayan." I moan unintentionally. I want to stop him but my body has other plan. With much guts, I again speak, "T-the w-water has boiled up." I stumbles. It worked. He steps back, pecking my right cheek he goes back to make the coffee.

Meanwhile I catch missing air in my lungs. My face is burning with blush and shyness is jerking me. This man is so shameless. What if anyone would see us like that?

He finishes making the coffee and turn off the lights before leaving the kitchen. We hear someone's footsteps so we quickly hide behind the couch in the living room. It's Mulak mamu. It's a narrow escape.

"Why are you hiding like culprits? We're a married couple." He wishpers.

"Because we're scared." I whisper back.

"Why are we whispering?" He says.

"I've no idea."

We burst out laughing. Walking to the couch we sit down and decided to watch a movie. I wrap him with my shawl as it's now a bit cold here and he's in a thin kurta. Sipping to coffee mug, we watch the movie "Three Idiots." on Netflix.

Unknowingly we drift off on the couch in each other's arms. The morning begins with such embarrassment - Afiya and Danish bhai catch us sleeping on the couch.

"Haye humari (our) love birds. Can't stay without each other." Danish Bhai teases us.

"Oye Danish meri biwi jaan ko tang karna chor. (Hey Danish stop teasing my wifey) He pecks my forehead in front of them and leaves winking at me. He told Bhai to stop yet he is the one who teased me.

Hypocrite!

It's been two days here and it's just bliss. I'm so enjoying here. Today Danish has taken Raiza along with Afiya and Bano have gone to the market to buy clothes and also to empty his bank balance.

I stay back with Baba and others. I don't feel like going today. At noon the clouds barks vigorously and it starts to rain cats and dogs. My legs take me outside the garden. It's so tempting, which fool miss enjoying this? I let myself completely out of every pessimistic thoughts and fully relish the rain. The soft smell of the soil and cold droplets are worth of experiencing. I dance like no one is watching. Freely with a free spirit.

Rayan comes with an umbrella. "Are you made? You catch cold." He scolds.

"Kuch nahi hota (Nothing will happen). Loosen up a bit Mr. Khadoos." I throw the umbrella away and jump like a frog holding his hand, when he flinches away. "What happened?" I panic.

"I'm fine. It's just some hot coffee fell on my hand." He shows his redden hand.

"How this happened? Why are you so careless?" I scold him this time.

"Well an enchantress bewitched me so accidentally fell on my hand. I was busy staring at her you know." He pecks my temples laughingly.

"You're too much."

"I love you wifey." He drawsme closer. "And someday I'll break these high walls you've built and make a window to enter in your heart. I'm patiently for that day." He mumbles.

I lean my head on his chest. You're breaking in already. Very soon I'll express my love for you. Just a little wait.

We are so lost in ourselves that we didn't notice it has stopped raining. After some time we head inside and dry ourselves. Afiya and others have returned by evening. I'm currently helping in the kitchen with Chachi and Afiya for preparing dinner. They are teaching me how to cook chicken properly. When I told them my disaster dish, they couldn't stop themselves from laughing like crazy.

"Raiza, Bano come the dinner is ready. Watch tv later." These girls are worse than kids. Once they come in front of tv, they forget the world.

"Uff Appi please bring our food here. I don't miss this episode." Raiza pleads.

"Nope first eat then watch it. You can also watch it online. Come now." I snatch the remote from their and kick them out the hall to the dinning hall. I accidentally press a button and news channel pops up.

"The biggest breaking of the day. The son of late business tycoon Ahmed Haider, Rayan Ali Haider's murderer has been caught after long years of investigation. The business tycoon of Mumbai, Rishi Raichand was behind all this.

Recently the dead body of Rayan Haider's has been found. The car blast on the highway that happened five years back was plotted by Rishi Raichand probably for avenging Haiders due to some personal enmity. Stay with us to know more."

Everything suddenly stops around me. I can't process what I just heard. I'm startling inside and out. "No, no, no, he isn't death. He can't die like that." I mumble crazily. My heart stops plumping blood. My nerves become frozen. My mind stops working. Nothing makes sense to me. I don't believe it.

"NO! HE ISN'T DEATH!" I scream my lungs out.

Is he really death?

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Heeeeeeeeeyyyy my lovely readers how are you all? A very very long chapter it is. The longest chapter I ever wrote till now.

So what you think of our lovely couple?
Everything is so perfect, isn't it?
Rayan is leaving for Dubai leaving our poor Maham for one month. How can she survive without him?
Will everything be the same when he will return?

Moreover, Rayan, the past of Maham is actually death? He is no more alive? What do you think about that?
Do she loves him?
Can she ever love her husband?
How will Rayan react knowing everything about her past?

So many questions!!!

Hint: The next chapter will be a revelation chapter and so many secrets will come to light. Ahh I can't wait to write it. A lot will happen.
This story will end very soon may be 7 more chapters to go.

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Until the next time. Stay smiling bunnies.