Pushing the door of the cabin of Dr. Sharim Afzal, Naushad asks his permission to get in,

"May I come in doctor."

Standing next to Naushad, Meher keeps her eyes lowered out of hesitation.

The good doctor looks up towards him and smiles,

"Arey Rizvi sahab! Please come in! Please come in!"

The gynecologist gets up to shake hands with Naushad. Smiling Naushad enters the cabin. Meher walks behind him, nervously.

Naushad shakes hand with Sharim.

"Bus hath milaoge? Galey nahi milna, itne salon ke baad mil rahe ho!",

says Sharim, smiling.

Smiling, Naushad hugs him tight.

Soon they all settle.

"Ji Naushad miyan, bataiye kya sewa kar sakte hain hum apki?",

asks Sharim, resting his hands on his desk; intertwining his fingers; bending ahead at his desk.

Clearing his throat, Naushad says,

"Ahmm... bus regular checkup ke liye aye the hum.",

and smiles.

Sharim looks towards Meher and smiles. Smiling hesitantly, Meher lowers her eyes.

Turning back to Naushad, Sharim apologizes,

"Pehle to tah-e-dil se maafi mangta hun ke aap dono ke nikaah mein shareekh nahi ho paya main."

This skips the heartbeat of both Naushad and Meher.

Meher looks towards Sharim, shocked! She finds herself not being able to look towards Naushad.

She begins to make Sharim understand,

"Nah...",

that Naushad holds her hand, hidden from Sharim.

Staring confidently towards Sharim, smiling politely Naushad says,

"It's... it's okay!"

Meher stares him in disbelief! Feeling her eyes on him, Naushad looks towards her, smiling politely. Meher lowers her eyes out of hesitation.

"Heartiest congratulations to both of you.",

smiles Dr. Sharim Afzal.

"Thank you.",

smiles Naushad.

He slowly turns to look towards Meher, smiling still and through his expression indicates her to smile.

Meher gets out of her reverie and slowly turns to look towards Dr. Sharim and smiles politely.

"So family planning?",

asks Dr. Sharim, smiling genuinely.

This skips the heartbeats of Naushad and Meher! Naushad quickly leaves Meher's hand. Hesitantly they lower their eyes. Dr. Sharim finds it funny.

"Yaar bhabhi ji ka to theek hai, tum kyun sharma rahe ho itna?",

asks Dr. Sharim, teasingly.

This again comes as a surprise for both Naushad and Meher. But this time Meher purses her lips, hiding her fit of laughter. Naushad feels uncomfortable and looks towards Meher through the corner of his eyes.

"Waise main tabse tumhara intezaar kar raha tha!",

confesses Dr. Sharim.

Now this comes as another surprise for Meher. She looks towards Naushad, knitting her brows lightly.

Getting nervous, Naushad ignores to look towards Meher this time.

"Tu ne phone par kaha tha ke tu dus bajey tak aa jayega? Par ab dekh dopahar ke bara (12) baj rahe hain. Agar thodi aur der karta to main lunch ke liye chala jata!",

says Sharim, smiling.

Naushad's heart sinks all the more.

It seems as if the row of shocks for Meher doesn't cease to end. He had already taken the appointment? When?

Suddenly she remembers when she had entered his cabin, he was talking to someone over phone! That must be Dr. Sharim! She gets shocked as the realization dawns upon her.

"Chaliye koi baat nahi. Der aye durust aye.",

smiles Dr. Sharim.

Saying so he takes his notepad and writes their name,

"Dr. Naushad Rizvi and...."

"And?",

he asks looking towards Meher, smiling.

"Meher!",

replies Naushad on her behalf.

Smiling, Dr. Sharim writes,

"Dr. Meher Rizvi."

This again skips the heartbeats of both Naushad and Meher! Meher controls her rate of heartbeat. Naushad turns to look at her to know her reaction to it. Meher stares him indicating him that she trusts him and that it's fine. Naushad smiles with a feeling of gratitude towards her.

Suddenly Naushad's phone buzzes, he checks the notification, it's a messag from an unknown number. He opens the message and reads it,

*How is it going? Badi gussa to nahi kar rahi na? - Jannat*

This brings a smile on Naushad's face.

*Kiya tha.😑 Pehle sannata tha. Par ab lag raha hai ke waadiyon mein phool khil rahe hain!😉*

Naushad smiles again.

This makes Jannat to laugh too out of excitement that the plan is working.

*Chaliye fir lijiye maza khilte hue phool ko dekh kar.😉 Bubye! 😊*

Naushad smiles.

*Bye*

And he keeps the phone back into his pocket.

"To chaliye apka checkup kiya jaye?",

asks Dr. Sharim, smiling.

Meher gets nervous. How will she do this? Nervously, she turns to look towards Naushad.

"Ghabraiye mat we have female doctors here to take care of you.",

assures Dr. Sharim.

Meher relaxes manifolds. Her eyes twinkle and a genuine smile comes on her face. She turns to look at Naushad and finds him staring her lovingly. They stare each other.

"Ahmm... main dekhta hun Dr. Lubna ready hain ya nahi.",

smiles Dr. Sharim and leaves, leaving Naushad and Meher alone.

Meher's eyes brim with tears of joy.

"Tumne socha bhi kaise ke main Sharim se tumhari checkup karwaunga?",

he asks.

Meher gets all the more emotional.

Suddenly his phone rings. The number flashing on the screen makes him to knit his brows.

"Hello!",

he says, receiving the call.

"Hmm... hmm...",

Naushad knits his brows.

"Tumne theek se check kiya?",

asks Naushad, seriously.

Meher gets tensed thinking what is it!

"Theek hai!",

saying so Naushad ends the call.

"Kya hua?",

asks Meher.

"Hmm...??",

asks Naushad, getting out of his reverie, looking towards Meher.

"Nahi... kuch nahi... Dr. Azam ko kuch reports check karne ko kaha tha to wohi hai.",

smiles Naushad.

"Oh!",

says Meher.

"Mrs. Rizvi, please ayiye!",

says the female doctor, smiling.

Each time being addressed as Mrs. Rizvi skips the heartbeats of both Naushad's and Meher's. They look towards each other, transmitting their feelings through their eyes. Naushad nods, indicating her to get into the room for checkup. Lowering her eyes, she leaves.

Meanwhile Sharim reaches Naushad and starts chatting with him.

"Aur batao!",

says Sharim, patting Naushad's back.

Clearing his throat Naushad looks towards Sharim and says,

"Sharim main janta hun ke ek doctor ke liye apna kaam achi tarah karna kitna maiyene rakhta hai. Aur aise mein usko bus ek cheez ki zarurat hoti hai - bharose ki. Bharosa uske patient ka uss par."

Dr. Sharim nods his head into affirmative, hearing him patiently.

"Main tumse jhoot nahi bolunga!"

This makes Sharim to knit his brows.

Taking a deep breath, Naushad looks straight into Sharim's eyes and tells him,

"Meher has been raped!"

This shocks Dr. Sharim!

"What???",

he says, raising his voice in excitement, knitting his brows.

Naushad indicates him to stay quiet; lower his voice.

"Haan!"

Naushad gets prepared to reveal this too that she is not his wife. But surprising and to his relief, Sharim asks him nothing further.

"Tumhe jitna paisa chahiye le lo. But I want ke Meher ka properly ilaaj ho jaye.",

requests Naushad.

Smiling, Sharim places his hand on Naushad's hand assuring him silently that he is there to help him any way and every way possible.

Naushad with a feeling of gratitude towards Dr. Sharim, smiles.

"Paison ki to tum baat hi mat karna!",

says Dr. Sharim, sternly.

This makes the both to smile.

After the checkup the lady doctor comes out. As soon as she enters Naushad turns to look towards her, expecting to see Meher, but finds only the lady doctor. He knits his brows lightly. He doesn't ask her anything as he didn't want to show himself as a desperate. Being a doctor, he show stay calm he understands.

"Ahmm... maine check kar diya hai. Mujhe kuch baat karni hai Dr. Naushad apse aur Dr. Meher se.",

smiles the doctor politely.

"Ji doctor boliye.",

says Naushad immediately.

"Ahmm... aap please ander ayiye. Mujhe actually aap dono se saath mein baat karni hai.",

says the lady doctor.

Naushad looks towards Sharim. Sharim nods in affirmative. Naushad gets into the room where Meher is with the lady doctor.

Secretly, Naushad sighs in relief as he lays his eyes on Meher. Meher who is lying on a bed, tries to get up finding Naushad there. Naushad comes at her immediately rescue and helps her to sit up by placing his hand on her back. He then gives his hand to her to make her to climb the bed down. Meher stares him before placing her hand on his hand, hesitantly. Getting down, they take their seats in front of the female doctor.

"Maine test kar diya hai. Body mein kuch chontein ayi hain. Uske liye kuch medicines de rahi hun. Kuch andhruni chotein bhi ayi hain. But she is fine.",

the doctor informs them giving them an assuring smile.

Naushad looks towards Meher, all serious. Feeling relaxed that she is fine now.

Hesitantly, Naushad turns to look towards the doctor. Giving himself the strength, he finally asks the good doctor,

"Ahmm... doctor... wo..."

Meher looks towards him, knitting her brows. Why is he hesitant? What is it?

Naushad finally showing his courage, asks her,

"Personal.... personal life mein...."

Meher could feel his hesitation. But she doesn't understand what does he want to ask. She stares him, knitting her brows.

"I mean... personal life mein koi complications .... you know what I mean!!..",

after repeated tries Naushad fails to use the word out of hesitation.

Understanding his point, the lady doctor smiles and assures him,

"Nahi Dr. Rizvi, apke aur Dr. Meher ke sexual life mein koi problem nahi ayegi!"

This has it's affect on both - Naushad and Meher! Their hearts skip. They blush profusely, with no smile on their faces.

Naushad sighs in relief by the fact that that way she is fine. It wasn't about the act it was more about his concern that how much has it affected her!

Hesitantly, Naushad looks towards the lady doctor and smiles.

"Thank you!",

he says.

"Bus ye ke agar aap dono abhi parenthood ke barey mein soch rahe hain, so uss thought ko thoda rest de dein. Say one or two years? So that ye puri tarah heal ho jayein. It might take years.",

smiles the doctor, politely.

This skips Meher's and Naushad's heart again. It becomes difficult for them to stay there!

Thankfully, the good doctor speaks up and addressing to Meher says,

"Dr. Meher aap please jakar Dr. Sharim se mil lengi? Main tab tak zara Dr. Rizvi se medicines ke barey mein baat kar lun?",

smiles the doctor.

"Wo tab tak apka thoda normal check up bhi kar lenge?",

says the doctor.

Meher's heartbeat picks up pace. What if he touches her and it becomes too much for her to endure?

Naushad understands her state. The lady doctor too doesn't fail to understand her dilemma.

Smiling, she assures her,

"Ghabrayiye mat Dr. Rizvi...."

Her addressing Meher as Dr. Rizvi again skips the heartbeats of both Naushad and Meher. Shutting his eyes, lowering his head, Naushad slowly shakes his head into negative.

"I can understand ke iss situation ke baad aurton ko mardon ke paas jane se hichkichahat hoti hai, darr lagta hai, but he is a doctor, he is there to help you.",

she assures Meher, smiling.

Meher looks towards Naushad. Naushad waits for her to decide what she wants to do. When he discovers that she is nervous, he understands she needs his assurance. He blinks his eyes, and nods his head into affirmative, giving her courage.

Taking a deep breath, she gets up and leaves.

Naushad keeps staring her way, even after Meher leaves.

The doctor notices that and says,

"Janey dijiye unhe Dr. Rizvi. Don't worry."

Her voice drags Naushad's attention. He feels awkward for having stared Meher that way. This makes the doctor to smile.

"Jab tak aap strong nahi honge, tab tak Mrs. Rizvi ko bhi strength nahi milegi.",

says the doctor.

Smiling a little, Naushad looks towards the doctor.

"I must appreciate you Dr. Rizvi, aisa bohot kam hota hai ke kisi aurat ke saath aisa hone ke baad uske husband usse itna support karey.",

smiles the lady doctor.

Naushad smiles hesitantly.

"Dr. Rizvi, Dr. Meher ke life ka ye bohot hi crucial period hai. She will take time to heal. This time period will either make her or break her. All this depends on how you treat her! How much time you give to her!",

says the doctor.

Naushad knits his brows, understanding the doctor perfectly.

"And about your personal life, I would suggest to keep it slow. Test her, know how she is feeling; how much she can bear. Basically how quickly you'll get back to your normal life depends on both of you equally. You - that how much patience you have with her and how much effort are you putting to bring her out of this trauma. And her - that how much is she willing to move on with her life; how much is she willing to help you to bring her out of this trauma.",

smiles the doctor.

Naushad understands it all.

"Usually aise incident ke baad aurtein mardon ke apne ird-gird rehne se bhi suffocated feel karti hain. But I have noticed the way she was sitting with you, she was inclined towards you. Which is a positive sign!",

says the doctor.

This skips Naushad's heartbeat and he blushes, but doesn't smile because he understands this is serious!

"I can see she has full trust in you. And we are going to make full use of her trust in you!"

Naushad nods, understanding, his face expression serious.

"Although maine abhi apko intercourse se mana kiya hai. But at the same time I would suggest you to make her familiar again to your touches!",

suggests the lady doctor.

Naushad understands what she means.

"I hope you are understanding?",

asks the good doctor.

Nodding, Naushad assures her,

"Yes doctor. I am."

"Unke internal as well as external wounds ko heal hone mein time lagega. Keep applying the medicines that I have suggested. But emotional wounds ko heal hone mein kitna time lagega that depends on you and Dr. Meher Rizvi.",

saying so she extends the prescription to Naushad.

Naushad accepts it, smiling politely.

"Thank you.",

smiles Naushad again.

Getting out of the room, he goes to meet Meher. With all tests done, Meher gets ready to leave with Naushad.

Shaking hands with Dr. Sharim Afzal, thanking him, Naushad and Meher leave.

~*~*~

In the car, Meher realizes that Naushad has gone extra quiet. He is driving and they haven't exchanged a single word since they left the clinic.

Nervously, she chooses to break the ice,

"Ahmm... apko pata hai... mujhe ab lag raha hai ke main aise hi darr rahi thi."

She notices that he is not reacting. What is wrong with him?

"Sub... theek hai na?",

asks Meher, hesitantly, looking towards Naushad.

Her question drags Naushad's attention.

"Haan?",

he asks looking towards her, getting out of his daze.

"Haan... haan... sub... sub theek hai.",

smiles Naushad, looking towards Meher.

Meher keeps staring him while he looks back towards the road in front.

The rest of the journey goes quietly.

Meher realizes that this is not the right turn it neither takes them towards her home nor towards hospital. She knits her brows then looks towards Naushad.

"Hum... hum kahan ja rahe hain?",

asks Meher, puzzled.

"Mujhe kuch kaam tha to wohin ja rahe hain.",

he says plainly, avoiding to look towards her.

"Aur waise bhi tumhari dawaiyan bhi leni hain.",

he adds further.

Meher doesn't argue.

Soon they reach their next destination - police station!

Meher looks towards Naushad in a state of shock! Why is he adamant at giving her shocks today one after the another?

"Hum... yahan kyun... aye hain...?",

she asks, anxiously, looking towards Naushad.

"Chalo Meher!",

saying just this, Naushad exits the car, expecting Meher to do the same.

Doubtfully Meher exits the car. Together they head towards the police station.

Naushad walks forth but Meher remains stick to her place, staring towards the police station in horror.

As Naushad realizes that she is not walking, he turns to look towards her and asks her, knitting his brows,

"Kya hua Meher?"

"Main... main complain nahi karungi...!",

says Meher, feeling timid.

Naushad knits his brows all the more.

"Nahi... Main ye nahi karungi... Abbu! Ammi! Unki bachi kuchi jo izzat hai wo bhi mitti mein mil jayegi. Agar main chup rahi... to log khud hi chup ho jayenge kuch din baad. Par agar ye kiya....",

she points out towards the police station, stretching her right arm, crying.

"To... to sub kuch tabaah ho jayega.",

she cries covering her face with her palm.

Naushad reaches her, holding her hands he puts them down, looking straight into her eyes he says,

"Jab main tumhare saath hun, to tumhe kis baat ka darr Meher?"

Meher looks towards him. Her heart clenches hearing that. He gives her time to accept the fact that he is with her.

He then extends his hand towards her, smiling a little. Meher stares him, hesitantly. Slowly she places her hand on his hand. The gesture makes Naushad to believe that she trusts him! He smiles all the more.

Together they enter the police station.

Inside, Meher gets shocked on discovering Irfan locked up and Shifrat crying, holding the bars of the locker where Irfan has been locked.

Irfan on finding Meher there, shouts,

"Tum? Tum yahan kya karne ayi ho? Ye dekhne ke main inn salakhon ke peeche kaisa lag raha hun?"

His loud voice sends shivers down the spine of Meher.

Shifrat turns to look towards Meher, her eyes filled with hatred for Meher.
She gets surprised on discovering Naushad with her.

"Bhai jaan aap??",

she asks, shocked, knitting her brows.

Then glaring Meher, Shifrat says,

"Kya kala jadu karti hai tu logo par? Pehle mere shauhar fir mere bhaijaan. Arey tu marr kyun nahi jati?",

curses Shifrat.

This boils Naushad's blood, he shouts, trying to keep his voice low,

"Aapi!!"

"Jab teri baaton ko kisi ne nahi mana to mere shauhar ko giraftar hi karwa diya?",

blames Shifrat.

"Aapi aap galat samajh rahi hain!",

says Naushad.

"Patti apki ankhon mein bandhi hui hai bhaijaan, meri nahi.",

retorts Shifrat.

"Isliye to aap ye nahi dekh pa rahe ke iss neech aurat ne mere begunah shauhar ko jail mein daal diya hai.",

shouts Shifrat, glaring Meher.

Losing his cool, Naushad shouts,

"Apke shauhar ko Meher ne nahi maine giraftar karwaya hai!!!!"

This comes as shock for the three of them alike!

All the three turn to stare Naushad, shocked.

"Ji haan maine!",

states Naushad, without any hesitation.

"Bhaijaan!!! Apne aisa kyun kiya? Aap jante hain na ye aurat mere shauhar ko fasa rahi hai??",

asks Shifrat, knitting her brows, anxious.

"Main kisi par andha-dhundh bharosa nahi karta Aapi, aur ye baat aap achi tarah janti hain!",

states Naushad, clearly.

Smiling sarcastically, looking towards Naushad, Shifkat says,

"Nahi karte the Bhaijaan. Aaj hawa ka rukh alag hai!"

Naushad glares his Aapi.

"Kamse kam aap to aisa na kahiye Aapi!",

pleads Naushad, softening his eyes.

"Aap kyun nahi dekh pa rahin Aapi ke apke shauhar galat hain?",

asks Naushad politely.

"Aap aisa kya dekh pa rahe hain iss aurat mein ke aap apne behn ke shauhar par shak kar rahe hain?",

Shifkat questions him back.

"Kahin aisa to nahi ke isne apko bhi dhamkaya hai ke agar apne iska saath nahi diya to ye aap par bhi rape ka jhoota ilzaam laga degi?",

asks Shifkat, spitting venom through her words.

Meher stares Shifkat out of shock.

"Aap hadd se agey barh rahi hain Aapi!",

warns Naushad.

"Aur aap galat raha par agey barh rahe hain bhai jaan. Galat insaan ka saath de rahe hain!",

retorts Shifkat.

"Mujhe apse ye umeed nahi thi Aapi.",

says Naushad, glaring Shifqat.

"Mujhe bhi apse ye umeed nahi thi Bhaijaan!",

says Shifqat, glaring back Naushad.

Behind the bars, Irfan secretly enjoys the on going drama between Shifqat and Naushad.

As for Meher, lowering her head she cries noiselessly.

"Agar aap ek aurat ho kar ek dusre aurat ke juzzbaatt nahi samjh pa rahin, to maaf kijiyega, aap zindagi mein kabhi koi aur juzzbaatt samjh nahi payengi!",

declares Naushad.

Meher knits her brows, holding back her tears, she looks towards Naushad.

This pinches Shifqat and she glares Naushad.

"To theek hai Aapi, aap aisa chahti hain to aisa hi sahi. Aap nibhayiye apne shauhar ka saath. Aur main nibhata hun apne....",

he stops abruptly, what was he going to say? Has he lost it?

Meher's heart skips a beat too! She widens her eyes and looks towards Naushad. Naushad turns to look towards Meher, his eyes soft on hers.

"Apne apno ka saath!",

he finishes, looking straight into her eyes.

It becomes difficult for Meher to control so many juzzbaatt that's flooding inside her heart. Her eyes well up. Naushad after staring her for sometime turns to look back towards Shifqat and Irfan.

With determination in her eyes, Shifqat challenges Naushad,

"Theek hai bhaijaan to aj se aap apne raaste, main apne!"

Naushad and Shifqat glare each other.

Holding the hand of Meher, Naushad turns and leaves! Meher holding back her tears keeps staring Naushad moving ahead of her, holding her hand, pulling her lightly with him.