That night, Maira sat by the window, gazing at the stars. She felt a mixture of gratitude and sadness. The kindness of Zayan's family was a stark contrast to the cruelty she had known, but the scars of her past were not easily forgotten.

Maira (thinking to herself): "It's hard to believe that this peace is real. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to remind me of my past failures."

Her thoughts were a mix of apprehension and hope, her heart torn between the comfort of her new life and the shadows of her previous one.
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Zayan, noticing Maira's somber mood, approached her quietly. He could sense her unease and wanted to offer solace.

Zayan: "I know things are still hard, Maira. But you don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, and so is my family."
His voice was soft and reassuring, his presence a comforting anchor in her turbulent emotions.

Maira: "It's just... the past feels so close sometimes. I'm trying to move on, but the memories keep haunting me."
Her voice was filled with vulnerability, her eyes searching for understanding in Zayan's gaze.

Zayan: "It's okay to feel that way. Healing is a journey, and we're in this together. You're safe now, and we'll face whatever comes our way side by side."
Zayan took her hand gently, his touch a promise of unwavering support as he spoke.

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Maira had begun to settle into her new life with Zayan's family. Saira, Ahsan, and Amira had welcomed her with open arms, making her feel like part of their family. One evening, they gathered for dinner, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and laughter. However, the past continued to cast its shadow over Maira's thoughts.

Saira: "Maira, I hope you're enjoying the biryani. It's one of our family's favorites."
Saira's voice was gentle, her smile a testament to her nurturing nature.

Maira: "It's delicious, thank you. I appreciate everything you and your family have done for me."
Maira's voice was sincere, her eyes reflecting her gratitude.

Amira: "We're just glad to have you here, Maira. Let's plan a day out this weekend. I'd love to show you around the city."
Amira's tone was cheerful, her enthusiasm evident as she extended the invitation.
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Later that evening, after the dinner was over, Zayan and Maira found a quiet moment in the garden. Maira had been struggling with feelings of guilt and uncertainty, and Zayan was determined to offer comfort.

Zayan: "How are you holding up, Maira? I know it's been a lot to adjust to."
His voice was soft, his concern for her evident in his expression.

Maira: "I'm trying. It's just hard to forget the past and move forward."
Her voice was heavy with the weight of her thoughts, her gaze distant.

Zayan: "It's understandable. The scars from the past don't heal overnight. But you're surrounded by people who care about you, and we're here to help you through this."
Zayan's tone was reassuring, his touch gentle as he took her hand.
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The next day, a letter arrived for Maira, and the return address was from her mother, Farida Khan. The letter was an attempt to reconcile, but the pain and disappointment were palpable in the words.

Farida (in the letter): "Maira, I know things have been difficult, and I can't undo the hurt. But I hope you understand that my decisions were influenced by your father and societal pressures. I'm struggling with my own guilt and regret. Please forgive me."
The letter was a mix of remorse and justification, leaving Maira with a complex mix of emotions.

Maira (thinking to herself): "I wish things could have been different. I wanted my family's support, not their rejection."
Her thoughts were filled with sadness, the letter a stark reminder of her fractured relationships.
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One evening, Maira was settling down for dinner when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Zayan answered the door to find Shahana Khan and Nida Qureshi standing on the threshold. Their presence was a sharp contrast to the warmth of Zayan's home.

Shahana: "I need to speak with Maira. This has gone on long enough."
Shahana's voice was stern, her expression hardened with anger and disdain.

Nida: "I came to see how you're faring, Maira. Or should I say, how the curse is affecting Zayan's family now?"
Nida's tone was dripping with cruelty, her eyes cold as she looked past Zayan to where Maira stood in the hallway.

Zayan (firmly): "This is not the time or place for your grievances. If you have something to say, you can do it respectfully or leave."
His voice was authoritative, but the tension in the room was palpable.

Despite Zayan's attempts to diffuse the situation, Shahana and Nida pressed on, their presence and words creating a tense atmosphere.

Shahana (to Maira): "You think you can just waltz into this home and make everyone forget the shame you've brought? You're nothing but bad luck."
Her voice was harsh, her eyes glaring with bitterness.

Nida (sneering): "Look at you. Even here, you're spreading your misfortune. It's only a matter of time before Zayan's family suffers because of you."
Nida's words were laced with mockery, her gaze cutting as she aimed her vitriol at Maira.

Maira stood frozen, her heart pounding as she absorbed their harsh words. Before she could respond, Shahana took a step forward and, in a moment of anger, to slap maira before he could this Zayan caught her hand and said ,

Zayan (angrily): "Enough! Dare you talk about my wife again I'll kill you .Leave my home now, and don't come back."
His voice was firm, his protective stance clear as he guided Shahana and Nida to the door.