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@NooraAZiagil : endless laughs with my most favourite @AainaZaydaan

@NooraAZiagil : my heart and my happiness. And the wall in between.

@NooraAZiagil : back to work and already working on a new project for PTV entertainment. The set is already in work,cant wait to reveal it soon.

Aaina x Zaydaan.

It had been approximately two weeks since she had arrived home and even though she had got used to the routine of staying at home, sitting on this bed all the time just for the sake of rest and healing, it did annoy her.

Thankfully, her husband both understood her and ordered her. She was not allowed to walk around the house, unless the physiotherapist said so. Since the physiotherapist had been making her to engage with different exercises and walks for an hour everyday, Zaydaan did not feel the need for her to follow her own set of rules and think that she was perfectly fine.

Since he also understood her, he would make sure to arrive home by dinner time and would also eat breakfast with her in the morning. He hated eating breakfast, he was always comfortable with a cup or two of tea but it was always nice to sit around with his wife and daughter in the morning.

Aaina was sitting on her bed, her legs straightened out as Zayla sat on the couch in front of her and Zaydaan sat by her side, picking up the cup of tea from the side table.

Aaina saw her daughter picking at the remaining half of the egg, not eating it anymore.

"Finish it Zayla. We don't waste food." Aaina said to her, staring at her untill she picked it up on her own and ate a bite.

She smiled at her daughter, satisfied and then glanced at her husband who wasn't even touching his egg paratha, instead he had his usual cup of tea in his hand.

This was his third cup of the morning. He had drank one immediately after waking up, and he had drank one when Aaina was eating breakfast and now he was drinking one again. She had not seen him eat a single biscuit, let alone an entire paratha.

"Zaydaan, you are not going to work after drinking gallons of tea. Have your paratha." She said to her husband, who looked at her with a bored expression on his face.

"You know I'm really getting annoyed by this whole house wife act of yours." He replied, seeing as his wife leaned a little forward and picked up his plate, putting it in front of him.

"Well, I am loving it." Aaina mumbled in a smug tone, continuing.

"I can order everyone around by sitting on this bed." She said, Zaydaan shook his head at her.

"Not me, love." He told her with a small smirk, not touching his plate at all.

Aaina smiled at him and used her own hand to make a bite of the paratha, adding the egg between before she pulled her hand in front of his mouth, gesturing for him to eat.

She didn't remember the last time she had done something of this sort for him. He had done it at the hospital alot of times but she had never.

"Eat and then you can go." Aaina whispered, still holding out the piece of paratha in front of him.

"You'll stop me?" Zaydaan questioned, opening his mouth.

Aaina used the opportunity and put the broken piece in his mouth, laughing as he looked at her with raised eyes.

Even Zayla laughed at that, finding it hilarious that her father was talking and her mother just put food in his mouth.

"You know I can." Aaina said to him in a hushed whisper, seeing him chew the first bite before he just shrugged and leaned to take another one.

He mixed the egg and paratha, picking up another bite.

"I'm getting late though-" She heard her husband mention as he looked at the time and then at her, before Aaina could say anything in response, Zaydaan's phone vibrated, interrupting his breakfast.

"-hello." The Prime Minister picked up the call, knowing that it was Rafeeq. An important meeting had been set up with him and he was probably in his office.

Since Rafeeq was also a good friend of the Prime Minister, there weren't much formalities between the two.

"Yes? I'm coming in a while. Wait for me in the office-" Since Aaina had seen the caller I'd, she did not hesitate in snatching the phone away from Zaydaan's hand.

"then-Aaina!" He looked at her with raised eyes and an annoyed face.

She was really taking advantage of not being well. She motioned her husband to eat, who just clicked his tongue in annoyance and leaned forward, ready to take the phone back.

Aaina pulled herself away from him.

"Hello? Salam alaikum, Rafeeq Bhai. How are you?" Aaina greeted the man, she knew him ofcourse. His wife had been an active member of her foundation.

"Alhamdullilah. Main toh ab theek hoon. Bhabhi kesi Hain?"

(I'm perfectly fine. How are you? How's your wife?)

Zaydaan shook his head, turning around to eat the paratha.

"Chalein good. Acha Zaydaan naashta Kar Rahe Hain to thori dair apne Prime Minister Sahab ko akela chor dain aap log."

(Zaydaan is actually eating breakfast so why don't you people leave your Prime Minister alone for a while?)

Zaydaan thought she would end the call after that but oh no, she was clearly bored out of her mind in this house and knew that Zaydaan would not say much to her, considering her health.

"Aur aap sunayein? Hania ka school kesa ja raha hai?"

(And you tell? How's Hania's school going?)

Was she full on chatting with his Chief Minister Sindh? Zaydaan let out a sigh, taking another bite and listening to his wife talking over the phone.

"Acha. Aur suna tha ke Shamaila ke husband ne parliament lodges main bauhat drama kia? Kasam se?"

(Oh. And I heard that Shamaila's husband created a scene in the Parliament lodges? For real?)

So she was not exactly chatting, she was engaging in actual gossip. What even was this woman?

"Inshallah, zaroor. Khuda hafiz."

(Alright, if God wills. Bye bye.)

She hung up, seeing the almost finished egg on Zaydaan's plate and the more than half eaten paratha.

What an accomplishment.

As she put his phone near him, her husband spared her another glance, there weed no traces of annoyance, instead there was humour twinkling in his eyes.

"I don't even know how how to feel mad at this. Were you really gossiping with my chief minister?" He questioned her, a confused smile on his face.

His soft smile caused her to smile too.

"Yes, yes I was." Aaina agreed, making Zaydaan shake his head at her.

"You've completely turned crazy, Aaina. Did you take your medicines?" He questioned her, sipping his tea one last time before he put it away and also pulled the plate away from the table.

Zaydaan stood up as his wife nodded at him.

"I did. All of them." She replied.

"And you won't get up and parade around the house like you did yesterday?"

Okay so she had got bored and had managed to walk out of the room, even going downstairs on her own. Clearly someone had told Zaydaan and he didn't want her to walk around, not until the four weeks of  rest were completed.

"I won't." Aaina assured him, Zaydaan picked up his phone and an autobiography that he had been reading last night.

"Alright, I'm done as you can see. Can I go now?" He asked, teasing her.

"Aww, is the Prime Minister asking for my permission?" Aaina shot back, feeling playful herself.

"Shut it, woman." He mumbled with a chuckle, looking at his daughter who was still playing with her food.

"Zayla, Baba's leaving." Aaina called her out, making Zayla put her plate back on the table.

She walked towards Zaydaan, who dipped down on the bed once again as his daughter placed a kiss on his cheek, bidding him off.

"Bye bye baba." She said, Zaydaan just ruffled her hair and smiled.

"Bye darling." He murmured, turning towards his wife. Aaina leaned forward, doing the same act as Zayla. She kissed his cheek too, putting her hand on his jaw and bidding him goodbye.

"Have a good day."

Zaydaan walked out of his bedroom with a happy heart and a fond smile.

@GovtOfPakistan : Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil invited the little girls Asma and Asmara into the PMO today.
The Prime Minister thoroughly appreciated the effort of both the girls and promised to establish more sports friendly schools in the country.

Another week passed by in a blur, with Aaina getting better day by day and her indulging into the homely routine that she had found out wasn't exactly too boring, things had been moving at a right pace.

She would wake up everyday at nine in the morning, eat her breakfast along with Zaydaan and Zayla, then she would spend an hour with the physiotherapist and Zaydaan would leave for work.

Raima would come and spend time with her everyday, talking about everything but work. Aaina and Noora would have tea together in the evenings. Even Aaina's mother had visited a few times, things were still quite awkward between them but she liked that her mother was atleast caring for her, everything felt way too calm these days.

As they finished eating their dinner and Zayla was put to sleep, Zaydaan glanced at his wife..who was reading the same book he had been reading a few days ago.

She had developed reading as a new hobby, it was something she picked up just to cure her boredom but now, she had grown to like it.

"Are you feeling okay?" She felt Zaydaan question from her side, he was also reading something from the laptop screen, eyes focused on the screen as he spoke to her.

"Perfect actually." Aaina replied, seeing the way her husband shut the laptop and glanced at her, nodding.

"Great. It's about time you get back to work." It wasn't said like an advice but like an order.

Aaina frowned.

"Is it weird that I don't want to get back to work?" She turned around slightly, putting the book away herself.

She let out a sigh, she hadn't thought about anything lately, especially not work.

"I mean, I spend so much more time with Zayla. Your mother has avoided me ever since that day with you, so that's been fine. Noora and I drink tea and gossip every evening, we both have dinner together. Everything is so perfect now." She continued, not really interested in going back to work again.

She was liking the whole stay at home thing. Her husband understood what she was feeling.

"you've been in the house for such a long time that now going back to work makes you feel uncomfortable. It's normal." He told her, continuing.

"But you have a foundation to run and you are my wife which means that there is a whole lot of work left for you to do." He completed.

She needed to come back to work and he especially needed her to get back to her first lady duties.

"I don't even know what's going on with the foundation." Aaina said with a sigh, not remembering the last conversation she had with anyone regarding the foundation or any other projects.

Zaydaan knew though. He had been asking for weekly reports that Aaina usually checked, he had Hamza look into each and everything.

"Your team has been handling on your behalf. Besides, you know that people there are quite disciplined so everything is going fine." He told his wife.

"And you know that?"

"Someone had to keep tabs." Zaydaan murmured, she looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Why was he so insistent about her going to work? He was usually very chilled out about it. He cared about his own work much more and left Aaina to cater to hers.

"You know usually you are very lenient with me when it comes to my foundation duties."

He wasn't lenient when it came to her role as the first lady.

"I just think that it is high time you get yourself out there and be the person that you are." Zaydaan suggested.

He was right, ofcourse. But there was something else to it. Aaina let out a small chuckle, realising what was really going on.

"Or there is some visit and you want me to play first Lady." She stated. His widened smirk confirmed her suspicion.

"Who's coming?" Aaina asked him, Zaydaan groaned.

"Chinese president and his wife." He informed her. She rolled her eyes.

"When? He just got elected. Why does he want to come here already?" Aaina retorted, knowing that this was an important visit and she would have to put in much more effort.

Not only that but Zaydaan would get super busy. That would suck.

"He is coming this week." Zaydaan added, Aaina pouted.

It felt like she was coming back from a vacation or something.

"You can always greet them without me." She suggested, knowing that there was no way he would let that happen.

It was a simple rule. If any world leader visited with his wife, Aaina had to accompany Zaydaan to greet them.

"Has that happened before?" Zaydaan questioned, she shrugged.

"Once or twice." She murmured, even though she was ready to get back into the world that had made her lose yet gain so much.

"I want you there, Aaina."

There was no room for argument in his voice. She didn't want to protest anyway.

"Okay."

@GovtOfPakistan : Meeting of the federal cabinet is underway in Islamabad with Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil in chair.

"We are a family. Even when there are things that can not be fixed, I don't want you all to be coped up in your living rooms to eat." Idrees Ziagil's voice loomed over the dining table and everyone heard him, nodding and humming their yes.

Zaydaan and Aaina were sat on one side of the table while Noora and Ahad were on the opposite end. Both Safina and Idrees were on the other end of the table. Zayla had gone to sleep long ago since she had a fever the entire day.

As dinner got served, Idrees Ziagil turned to look at her elder daughter in law. Usually, all Aaina would see in him was a cunning, manipulative man. But somehow, after Zaydaan telling her various stories of his childhood, after getting to know how his father had always supported him, she looked at him in a different light now.

"How are you feeling now, Aaina?"

He questioned, Aaina felt great actually. She had recovered quite well, ofcourse, the emotional scars wouldn't fade away too soon and there was no medicine to heal them, but she still felt better.

"I'm good, Uncle. I feel alot better." Aaina replied, taking a spoonful of rice in her mouth and relishing in the feeling of the delicious biryani.

"And you Noora, how are you?"

Ever since the Ziagil family had come to know of Noora's pregnancy, everyone was taking extra care of her. Even Safina Ziagil had hugged her, telling her how thankful she was that Noora had finally given them the good news. She had even apologised. Noora was quite shook.

"I'm great. Thank you for asking, Uncle." Noora responded, going back to eating.

Ahad looked at his father.

"Both of us are fine too, baba. Thanks for not asking." He told his father, sarcasm rolling off his tongue.

Zaydaan didn't really show any interest in the conversation as he ate his food in silence.

"You're grown up mature men. I don't need to ask you shit." His father shot back at Ahad.

Both Noora and Aaina chuckled, staring at Ahad who just rolled his eyes and ate his dinner.

"Zaydaan, I heard that the Chinese President is arriving?"

As his father directed the question at him, Zaydaan looked up and chewed his food properly before speaking up.

"Yes. This is his first visit after winning the elections so the attention is going to be on us." Zaydaan replied, continuing.

He always loved talking about world affairs with his father. Both the father son duo had that in common.

"Ahad and a few of our other ministers will be part of the official lunch. Then I'll take them to Gawadar. We're inaugarating the new project there. His wife is accompanying him as well so Aaina will show her around as we visit Gawadar."

At the mention of her own name, Aaina looked at Zaydaan in confusion. She hadn't really known of any plans yet.

"I will?" She questioned her husband who nodded, roughly telling her what she had to do.

"Yes. She will visit the SOS village and the Pakistan monument with you, then make her visit your foundation." He told her.

Well, that wasn't tough. She just had to look pretty, talk about culture and patriotism. Besides, she was always ready to inform people about her foundation and the kind of work that it did.

Aaina nodded, going back to eating the rice.

"And what about your visit to Qatar? You were supposed to go this week, if I recall right."

Zaydaan had cancelled it due to the Chinese President's sudden plans.

"I rescheduled it to Monday. I'll take Zufli with me." He mumbled, gulping down some water and then taking another bite of the biryani.

Their mother hadn't talked during the entire dinner, no one had talked to her either.

Aaina felt bad, yet she didn't feel bad at all.

"Ahad, pass me the fish." Safina Ziagil spoke up, looking down at the food she had on her plate.

It was hardly food. It was just a few spoons of rice. Ahad smiled at his mother and passed her the dish.

"Here, mama."

They heard Idrees clear his throat, addressing Zaydaan.

"Safina and I will go to the stone house for a few days. It will be a nice change of environment."

The stone house was Zaydaan's property but his father loved the place just as much. It was calm and peaceful, away from the entire hustle and bustle.

Zaydaan knew why his father was doing this though. He had just started playing golf with his friends again, he was also writing his autobiography. There was no way he wanted to leave now. He was doing this to reduce the tension, to take Safina away from here so Zaydaan wouldn't have to see her every day.

Zaydaan stared at his father, shaking his head.

"If you're doing this to make things easier for us, don't. We've lived under the same roof for more than forty years, we can do it now as well." He directed his words at his father, but they were meant for Safina as well.

There was silence on the dinner table for a while before Safina spoke up, glancing at Zaydaan.

"Zaydaan, I want to talk to you. If you'll allow me." She mumbled, it felt more like she was scared to talk to her own son.

Zaydaan didn't say anything but he looked down, hearing his mother go on.

"I want to apologise. I understand that out of desperation, I used the wrong words that day. Zayla is my grand daughter, she is very precious to me." She apologised in front of everyone.

His mother had never apologised to him before, had never said sorry.

"I would never want anything to hurt her." She clarified, continuing to look at him even though he was looking down.

Aaina put her hand on his thigh from under the table, squeezing it.

"Can we talk?" Safina Ziagil asked again.

Zaydaan looked at her.

"This house is as much yours as it is mine. The words that I used that day were not right." Zaydaan told her, actually staring at her.

"But there's nothing more that we can talk about."

The Prime Minister stood up from the dining table, mumbling a good night as he left to go upstairs.

And that was it.

@AainaZaydaan : Ready to greet the Chinese President Mao Jinping and first lady Ki Luyuan in Islamabad this morning.

In a yellow dress and her straightened hair, with the perfect amount of makeup on and her signature heels, Aaina looked every bit of the first lady that she used to look like. Her yellow dupatta was sprawled on the right side as she walked along her husband's side, both of them walking in a professional yet graceful manner.

At the Noor Khan airbase, they waited for the Chinese president to arrive alongside his wife. Their plane had already landed as the Prime Minister stood on the red carpet, waiting to welcome the man.

As the door opened and the Chinese couple walked down the steps reaching the Prime Minister and his first lady, all they could hear was the flashes of the cameras.

Zaydaan pulled out his hand, greeting the man and then did the same with the first lady. Aaina did the same, following her husband's steps.

Both Aaina and her female counterpart had pleased smiles on their faces as their husbands chatted a bit, walking by their sides as they walked from the airbase to the hall inside.

"Is this your first time in Pakistan?" Aaina questioned the Chinese first lady, who nodded with another smile.

"Yes. we have been looking forward to visiting the country ever since my husband came into power and it's an honor to be here."

Okay.

So she was well trained.

She wasn't too old but wasn't very young either. Aaina guessed that she might have been in her mid forties.

"It's our honor. Please, come." Aaina mumbled in response, guiding the woman towards the area where the cars were arranged to take them to the Prime Minister House.

"I read about your terrible fall. And I am really sorry for your loss. Are you feeling better now?" She heard the woman question, Aaina nodded.

Terrible fall. The world would never know what actually happened. People would always know that it was a terrible fall.

"Yes. I am." Aaina replied, as the car door opened and she waited for three woman to get inside, seeing Zaydaan do the same.

Zaydaan and Aaina got guided to their own car, sitting by each other's side.

"Back on track hmm?" Zaydaan murmured as the car started to move. There wasn't much time to talk between the two, since the base was not too far from the Prime Minister house.

"Well, yeah. She seemed nice." Aaina responded.

"They are polite but so is everybody we meet." Zaydaan pointed out, looking at her.

"Take her to her suite, make sure she is settled and we'll wind up the meeting soon." He reminded her, even though she was a pro at this now.

"Take your time. I've done this for a long time, remember?" Aaina said back, leaning back comfortably as the car came to a halt.

Both of them got out of the car, Zaydaan walking ahead with the Chinese President towards the meeting hall where as Aaina walked with the first lady, taking her towards the designated area for high dignateries.

Aaina smiled at the woman as she took her towards the presidential suite, finding an entire team behind her. Even though she only had a few people around her, the Chinese first lady had an entire team that went inside the suite first.

Aaina stopped near the entrance and looked at the woman.

"I hope you'll find comfort in your suite. We've made sure that everything is arranged as per your preference." She told her, seeing the woman beam at her.

"That's very kind of you. I'm sure everything is perfect."

"We certainly have tried." Aaina continued.

"Please rest. I will see you for lunch and then I'll take you for the visit to the monument."

"Ofcourse, I am very excited."

"Me too. If you need anything, our people are very very helpful."

She air kissed the woman's cheeks, bidding her off.

@AainaZaydaan : the love story that no one told you about. #ZaydaanAndHisChai

@FirstLadyUpdates : Aaina Zaydaan seen at the wedding reception of Education Minister Shireen Khan's daughter.

If there was one thing or one person that he did not want to see in early hours of this morning, it was his mother. Yet, here she was...looking so sullen and quiet.. sitting on the sofa in the hall.

He had just been back from his morning walk, all he wanted right now was a good cup of tea and silence but what greeted him was it good morning wish from his own mother.

"Good morning."

He nodded at her, replying to her greeting without uttering a word.

"I know you're wondering what I'm doing up so early."

If she really knew him but if she had ever bothered to understand him.. she would have realized that he never wondered much when it came to his mother.

Zaydaan just shrugged, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to say.

"I guess my sins are too heavy to let me sleep." She admitted.

Well, that was interesting. The Prime Minister crossed his arms and stood in front of her with a smug look on his face, as if he was enjoying the turmoil that was finally taking place within the woman who gave birth to him.

"Finally feeling guilty? Is the world coming to an end?" He questioned her, not even caring that his words came out bitter and tauntative.

"Zaydaan, it's just you and me right now. I-"

She had tried many times already, asking him to listen to her for once but he had always refused. Now, she hesitated in even asking him properly since she already knew that he would say no.

He surprised her by sitting down on the sofa.

"Alright, let's talk." She actually said, a surprised look crossed the face of Safina Ziagil but she gulped and nodded.

What could she possibly say? What could she even say to him? There was decades of bitterness and coldness, decades of hurt and heartbreak, decades of misunderstanding and conflict. What could she possibly say right now? How could she even start?

Safina Ziagil let out a soft breath, sniffing as she looked at her son. Her son.

"I was the one who named you Zaydaan, you know. I was so happy when you were born."

Really? Was she going to give him all that crap? I once loved you?

"Good." Zaydaan replied, his tone dismissive.

"You were like the sun, Zaydaan. My boy." She mumbled, continuing.

"But when that incident happened, my life changed. My perspective on life, on God, on you..it all changed."

Zaydaan wanted to roll his eyes.

"Wonderful." He remarked, acting like he was feeling bored of it all. His mother still continued speaking.

"The way I have treated you, with this coldness and cruelness..you did not deserve it. My way of coping with my pain was wrong. The way I hurt you, a boy who was like the sun for me, it has haunted me for a long time."

Was she apologizing? Or was she just realising everything?

"But only now I have realised that with time, my actions didn't change. I didn't change. I should have given you a chance, should have raised you the way I raised Ahad."

Atleast there was one thing they both agreed on. Zaydaan looked up at his mother, nodding.

"Yes. You should have." He agreed with her and when he looked at her, he saw her pain and conflict. She was not faking it.

"I hurt you, in every way that a mother should never even think of hurting her child and for that, I'm sorry." The woman apologised.

Zaydaan did not feel anything in his heart, he did not feel any different.

"I'm sorry that I failed as a mother to you. To my eternal shame."

Her eyes were red and swollen. What had made her so aware of everything suddenly?

Zaydaan knew that she could never make up for anything that she had done in the past so he asked him the one question that he had always wanted to ask her.

"Tell me something, Agar mai marr jaun, toh aap mujhe yaad kareingi? Mere liye royeingi?"

(If I die, will you miss me? Will you cry for me?)

Safina Ziagil gasped, shaking her head at the way he had said the words to her.

"Zaydaan, Allah na kare beta."

She didn't even want to imagine something like this. She had already lost one child, it was her age to die now, not another child of hers.

"I asked you a question." Zaydaan insisted, staring at her with those cold and firm eyes that made the woman feel intimidated and hurt at the same time.

He wanted honesty from her, she understood that. So she gave him what he wanted.

"Haan, bauhat roungi. Bauhat tarpungi. Tumhain paida kia hai maine, tumhara naam rakha hai maine, muje nahi pata ke tum se pyaar hai ya nahi lekin maa hoon main tumhari. Agar tumhain kuch hua to mujhe dard hoga. Tumhari yaad bhi ayegi. Tumhari aankhein, tumhari awaaz, tumhara ghussa, sab yaad ayega."

(Yes. I'll cry alot. I'll suffer alot. I have given birth to you, I gave you your name, I don't know if I love you or not but I'm your mother. If something happens to you, it will hurt me, I will miss you. Your eyes, your voice, I'll miss everything.)

The look on his face changed, his heart squeezed a little and he realised that even though he was not feeling anything before, he was feeling it now.

How fucked up was all this?

"Lekin aap mujh se pyaar nahi karti."

(But you don't love me.)

It was a statement. It wasn't an accusation or a question. Zaydaan simply said it like it was. Safina Ziagil gave him a shrug, not knowing how she felt.

"Shayad karti hoon Zaydaan lekin bauhat waqt guzar gaya hai, ye nahi jaanti ke ye kis kisam ka pyaar hai mera ke maine aaj tak apni hi aulaad ko apne seene se nahi lagaya."

(Maybe I do love you, Zaydaan. But alot of time has passed now. I don't know what kind of love is this that I have never even hugged you.)

He did not know what kind of problem his mother had because how could a person be completely black and white at the same time. How did his father handle such a woman? Such a personality?

"Khud par bauhat ghussa hai mujhe  aur dil main tumhare liye dard bhi hai ke maine ye sab kia lekin wo ghaltiyan mai nai sudhar sakti. Maafi maang sakti hoon aur shayd tum mujhe maaf bhi kardoge lekin bhoolo ge to nahi na,"

(I am angry at myself and my heart does hurt alot that I did all of this but I can not make up for those mistakes. I can ask you for forgiveness ofcourse and maybe you'll even forgive me but you'll never forget.)

She was right. Zaydaan couldn't ever forget, he didn't want to forget either. Still, he stood up from the sofa and nodded at his mother.

He did not get any closure but it would be a lie if he said that the conversation didn't mean anything to him. It did mean something.

"It is okay if you don’t love me, you love my wife and that is more than enough for me."

Zaydaan said to her, continuing.

"Mere liya itna kaafi hai ke agar mai marr gaya to mer maa mujhe yaad karegi. Aur aap ki maafi se pehle hi mai aap ko maaf kar chuka hoon, bauhat pehle hi maaf Kar Chuka hoon."

(It is enough for me to know that if I die, my mother will remember me. And I have forgiven you long ago, even before you asked for forgiveness.)

He told her, his eyes were softer than before. Safina Ziagil smiled at him, in a way that screamed sadness.

"Lekin bhoolge nahin."

(But you'll never forget.)

She whispered, knowing that he wouldn't.

"Kabhi nahi."

(never.)

He answered, then walked away.

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