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Yes, Epilogue. You read it right.

Guys, this book ended up a bit... messier than I'd intended it to be. Too many side characters got involved, like Faizan, Aizah, Mikael, etc. I hope to write a book with short stories for them, to give them a satisfactory plot, so bear with me until I come up with something.

I will eventually edit this book because there was a point where I lost interest in it and I just wrote whatever I wanted, without thinking things through.

That being said, you all still loved it, enjoyed it, commented on it, voted on it, and you guys as usual have been amazing.

But it's time for the story of the character that you've all been waiting for: Rohaan Rehan Tariq. 

Initially, I planned four books, but now it might be three. Arsal's story might become a secondary part of Rohaan's.

I LOVED writing Unconditionally. Irrevocably was a bit of a roller coaster for me, with highs and lows. I am looking forward to Irreversible because, although it would be darker, I plan to write an epic and memorable romance. Protective, male alpha who is NOT toxic? CHECK.

Thank you all for being there for me throughout, even when I felt like this book was crap. 

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Haya

"Behaya ladki! Idhar aao!"

*"Shameless girl! Come here!" 

I winced. It felt like I was back to square one again. "Ro, run!" 

The two of us ran inside the house and he slammed the front door shut, locking it. Glancing at each other, we burst out laughing. He lifted up a fist and I pounded on it.

"What did you two do now?" Mama's voice came from inside the living room.

"Probably broke a window while playing cricket." Arsal replied, appearing in the doorway of the living room. "Am I right or am I not wrong?" 

"It's not my fault that the surrounding buildings came in the way of my sixers." I shrugged, walking past him into the living room.

"Haya, Rohaan, when will you two grow up?" Mama sighed, looking up from her book.

Rohaan locked Arsalan in a headlock. "There are more chances of me reading one of those romance novels of yours, Boss Woman." 

Hooriya sat on the three seater sofa, with baby Ali in her lap. His first birthday was what had brought us to Pakistan. Apparently, Faiz Uncle and his sisters wanted to all celebrate the occasion together, and since two of his sisters were here, as well as our Nano, the celebration was brought to homeland.

*Ali is a bit of a dedication to my first book on Wattpad, and a beginning of this part-time career of mine, in the form of 'For Our Love'.

"Give him to me." Ro walked over and lifted our nephew up. "Come on, kid. Let's go and learn how to break a few windows and annoy the neighbours."

Ali playful hit Ro's cheeks with his tiny spit-covered hands, making us all laugh.

"Haya, Aariz is arriving tonight, In Sha Allah. Your Papa will go and pick him up from the airport. Just forward him the flight details." Mama looked at me.

"Mama, don't worry. Farhaan's going." Hoor smiled. "Since our son's birthday is the reason everyone's here." 

"Umm... Hoor, you might want to keep the sweetheart away from Ro." I grinned as I watched our brothers sneakily take Ali out of the room.

"Oh, Ro is a wonderful Mamu." Mama smiled, fondly. "He's so caring and overprotective. Seeing him like that makes my heart melt." 

"Mama, I'm talking about Rohaan, not Arsu." I raised both eyebrows.

"Family brings out the best in our Ro. You'd be surprised." My mother said, knowingly.

Papa and Yasin Chachu came in then, with little Yum-Yum following behind, licking ice cream. The Tariq brothers had gone for some errands, and our Yum-Yum had tagged along.

She came to me and sat beside me. "Did you break the window? There's a woman outside screaming angrily, and she even complained to Tayan."

I looked at my father, who raised both eyebrows at me, a hint of amusement on his face. "It's not my fault that I'm that good at cricket!"

"Rehan, there has to be a separate bank account specially dedicated to paying for the windows that Haya broke." Mama said with a sigh as Chachu chuckled.

"Where's Ali?" Papa smiled, glancing around for his beloved boy.

"Aapke beton ke saath. Farhaan ne kehna hai ke kya kya sikhadiya hai mere bete ko un do toofanon ne." Mama replied.

*"With your sons. Farhaan is going to wonder what those two troubles taught his son." 

"Faizan Bhai is the same, so Farhaan knows." Hoor grinned. "The other day Faizan Bhai tossed Ali so high that we all screamed out, scared. Ali was giggling, but the rest of us almost got a heart attack."

"With Mamus and a Chachu like them, he'll get used to it." I said.

"And Khalla. You're no less." Mama teased me.

"Me?" I pretended to be innocent. 

"I feel like Haya has become cheekier since getting a job, rather than become more mature." My mother kept teasing me.

I was now an assistant manager at one of the most famous art galleries in London. It involved mainly admin work, but the people who had interviewed me had been impressed by my knowledge of art and its history.

"She has to be cheeky. It's a role requirement as a Khalla." Hoor defended me. "Her mischievousness makes Ali happy."

"Speaking of mischievous." I leaned down to whisper in Yum-Yum's ear. "Want to try the new water guns we bought yesterday?" 

Her eyes widened and a huge smile appeared on her face.

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"Arsal, hold Ali." I told my youngest brother. "Puraani dushmani nikalne aaye hain hum."

*"We've come to settle old scores." 

Rohaan was on the phone with someone on the other side of the lawn. Little Ali, who had just started to take his first steps, was playing around on the ground between his two uncles, his blue-green eyes bright with happiness.

Arsalan picked Ali up, looking amused.

Yamna and I strode forward, hand-in-hand, our other hands holding the water guns. The moment Rohaan ended the call and turned around, we raised our guns and shot at him.

"What the...?" He jumped back as we drenched his shirt.

I winked at Yum-Yum and we high-fived. 

"If you think this is the end, oh boy, you're wrong." Rohaan muttered. "This is the beginning."

I just laughed. "End, beginning or middle. Doesn't matter. This was worth it big time."

Yamna and I began to walk towards the house.

"Yo, Behaya! Hamster!" 

We turned...and were blasted by water from the garden hose. I gasped, coughing when I got water in my mouth. Yamna shrieked.

Dropping the hose, Rohaan brushed his hands together, grinning. "Don't mess with the King, amateurs." He walked past us towards the house.

Ali clapped with happy giggles and Arsalan laughed.

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Hooriya

I stared at my reflection. I wore a lavender dress, with a slim golden belt around the midriff, with the dupatta tucked underneath it, in what was considered style these days. My hair was curled, and I had just returned from the parlour after having my make-up done. It was the first birthday of my son, and the sweetest part of it all was that we were celebrating it in the newly launched branch of Rose Luxe in Lahore.

The door of our room opened and Farhaan walked in, dressed in a black suit, with a black tie. "Ready to go, Hoor?" His gaze roamed up and down my body, and he closed the door before approaching me. "Ma Sha Allah. The beautiful mother of my child." He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck.

"I can't believe it's been a year since he came into our lives." I whispered, staring at our reflection with a fond smile. I turned to look at him. "Thank you. I love you." I played with the buttons of his shirt.

"I love you too, but thank you for what?" He looked confused.

"For making me so happy. For loving me so much. For giving me Ali."

"It was a joint effort, and I only did the easy and fun bit." He smiled. "You are the one who put in all the effort to bring him into the world." He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his forehead against mine.

I leaned up to close the distances between us and kissed him.

From childhood crush, to adult love, to husband and now the father of my child. Farhaan is my everything, my whole world. Alhumdulillah. Thank you Allah, for giving me this beautiful life with him.

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*PHOTOGRAPHY MONTAGE OF SOME SORTS* I KNOW MONTAGE IS FOR FILM/TV BUT I'VE ADDED THIS ANYWAY.*

I was in tears as Farhaan and I helped our baby son cut his first birthday cake. We kissed each of his cheek as the photographers captured photos.

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The next photo was taken alongside Farhaan's parents, and my my parents. As we posed, Ali reached his arm out towards my Mama. He was so close to her, it was precious. 

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The next photo was with Dado, Dada Jaan and Nano and Kamran Nana. In this photo, my in-laws got a little emotional as they missed Farhaan's Dado a lot.

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The next photo was with Aizah Appi and Faizan Bhai. Aizah Appi leaned down to kiss Ali's cheek in one of the photos.

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The next one, naturally involved my gang. Haya, who Ali automatically latched on, Ro and Arsal. In the next photo, Farhaan called Aariz Bhai to join us as well.

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In the following photo, with us siblings (and our spouses), we asked Bunny and Yamna to join us.

In one photo, Yamna took Ali in her arms, and it was the cutest photo ever! Ma Sha Allah!

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The next photo was with my husband's siblings and cousins, and Ma Sha Allah, this was like a photo taken on a baraat day: Mikael Bhai, Tamanna Appi, Jibril Bhai, Faizan Bhai, Aizah Appi, Issa, Harris, Ifra, Suleyman and Syra. Farhaan was very close with his cousins, and they all adored Ali.

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Finally, we had one photo that consisted of Ali's entire extended Dadiyal, and then one with his entire extended Naniyal. He was the first born grandchild in his Dadiyal, and the first one in his Naniyal. He was the apple of everyone's eyes, Ma Sha Allah.

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Haya

"Khalla's little sweetheart, I love you so much." I kissed Ali's cheeks. 

Aariz came over and sat down beside me, ruffling my nephew's short hair. "When are we getting one of our own?" 

My cheeks turned red. "When Allah wills."

We'd had a few occasions when we had willingly skipped protection, but so far, nothing. But I wasn't worried yet. I was seriously happy with Aariz, Alhumdulillah. And with Rebecca Khalla having backed off after Aariz stood up for me a few times, our home was filled with happiness and peace. Alhumdulillah once again.

"I can't wait to start a family with you, In Sha Allah." He whispered softly.

"I also await that day, doctor." I smiled at him. "In Sha Allah."

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Arsalan

I find it hard to believe that soon I'll be leaving my family behind to go to New York for my Masters. I couldn't even believe it when my parents had agreed, especially Mama, but it was happening.

It's kind of hard actually. The thought of living away from my family seems actually hard, but I'm also ready for this adventure. I have to bravely start this new chapter in my life!

A small part of me is hoping that like I'm following Chachu's footsteps in education by going to the US, my love life would end up the same. He separated from Saba Chachi, but still manage to unite with her because that's what was written for them. I'm going that a reunion is written for me and Tahira too, because it also hurts me deeply to leave her behind.

I love her, but I will establish my future first, and when I'm done and she's still waiting for me, In Sha Allah, I will speak to Mama and Papa.

"Grasshopper, let's go! The youngsters of Farhaan Bhai's family are taking us all out." Ro peeked his head in the doorway of my room, where I sat writing in my journal. "We'll have some khana shana in the heart of Lahore." 

"You guys go. I'll..."

"Shut up. Get up. Let's go. Unless you want to get stuck eating dinner alone with the adults?" He raised both eyebrows.

"No."

"Good. Get your butt up. Let's go." 

I sighed and got up before following him downstairs.

"Why can't I go?" Yamna was in tears as she pouted up at her mother.

"Yamna, you're still very young. They're all going to spend their time being concerned for you if you go." Chachi told her. "Let them go and we'll.."

Bursting in to fresh tears, Yamna ran upstairs.

"Chachi, we can take her, it's fine." I am the one who spoke up. "I'll take care of her."

"That's okay, Arsal, thank you. But you all go and enjoy. I'll convince her." Chachi said. 

"Chachi, I promise that having her around is no trouble for us." Haya Appi said. "Let her go with us, please."

"We'll protect her, take good care of her." Rohaan added. 

"Saba, if they're all insisting so much..." Mama said. "Let Yamna go." 

"Okay, sure." Chachi surrendered. 

Haya Appi went upstairs to get her, and returned a few moments later with a beaming Yamna.

"You guys are taking responsibility for her. Rohaan, don't tease her. You tend to go overboard sometimes." Papa warned us. 

"He won't, Papa. I'll ensure that." Haya Appi glared at Ro.

"I'm always misunderstood." Ro muttered.

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Rohaan

Our sisters were with their spouses. The cousins from Farhaan Bhai's side were chatting and talking amongst each other. 

We walked down the crowded streets towards an upscale restaurant. It was too busy here so we had been dropped on the main street. 

I saw Yamna let go off Behaya's hand to fix her sandals. My sister glanced at her, reaching her hand out for her once again. "Haya, you guys go ahead. Arsal and I will keep an eye on Yamna. Come on, hamster, you have been a kebab main haddi too long."

"A what?" The little hamster looked confused.

"Rohaan." Haya glared at me. "It's nothing like that." 

But Yamna came towards me and Arsal, just as a motorcyclist zig-zagging his way through the crowd knocked her over. 

"Yamna!" Haya immediately reached for her and helped her up.

"Hey!" Furiously, I shouted after the man, chasing to stop him.

"Ro!"

I had almost gotten him, and I reached forward to grab him by the back of his shirt when Farhaan Bhai and Aariz Bhai both grabbed my arms and held me back.

"Is she okay?!" Hoor rushed to where Haya was holding a sobbing Yum-Yum in her arms.

"You two should have let me beat the s**t out of the man." I grumbled, looking at my brothers-in-law.

"Don't be foolish, Rohaan. You never know who's carrying a weapon these days. You could have endangered yourself and everyone else." Farhaan Bhai said, firmly.

"Is she hurt?" Aariz Bhai asked Haya.

"No, our brave girl is fine." Haya replied, examining Yum-Yum.

"I don't want to walk." Yamna muttered. 

I walked over and crouched down. "If you want...I can go out there and buy a pushchair for you, you big baby?" 

Yamna glare at me. "Tayan will be hearing about this."

"Tayan ki chamchi." 

"He asked you not to tease me!"

"So, you're not a chamchi?"

"No."

"Are you going to complain about me to him? Because if you do, you'll prove that you're a chamchi."

"I won't!" 

Smirking, I stood up. "Is that a promise?"

"Yes."

Chuckling, I walked away.

"You are so mean to her." Behaya glared at me.

"I'm not mean. I'm just preparing her for the real world. Not everyone will pamper her, or treat her like a princess. She needs to toughen up a little."

"We all know that the world is messed up. But be there as a light for her, as a form of protection and security; no need to constantly show her the darkness of the world." 

"With me starting a job as a Detective, I'm going to be more and more exposed to the darker side of the world. Don't expect much positivity from me then."

With great difficulty, and after months of convincing (majority of it done by Papa), Mama had agreed...only on the condition that I kept Ayat-ul-Kursi in my wallet, and recite it over myself daily.

"I don't know, Ro. I think no matter how much darkness surrounds you, your love and affection for your family will only increase, as will your overprotectiveness." 

"Is Behaya getting all emotional about me?" I teased.

"I'm one of the people who knows you the most, so I'm just stating a fact about you."

"An opinion, not a fact."

"We'll see about that." Behaya grinned at me knowingly.

And in years to come, one day Behaya would be telling me 'I told you so'. And this is a fact.

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THE END

I know, it's an abrupt ending...but only because the series is already continuing in the form of 'Irreversible'.

I'm going to be honest with you, I lost interest in Irrevocably a long time ago, but I continued for the sake of the readers. And now I'm looking forward to writing Ro's story.

But thank you all for your support, for your comments, for your votes, for reading!

As always, you all have been amazing.

WARNING: Rohaan's story is a cousin's marriage theme. I really hope that the majority, if not all, of you will continue on with the series, but if you can't due to this theme, I respect your choice. I'm trying this theme for the first time ever, but it's very common in Pakistan, and more importantly, it's permissible in Islam because the only siblings are the ones who share one or both parents. 

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