Six Months Later....

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

I stumbled down the street under the pouring rain, like a drunk retard. It was past midnight and the fact that I was drenched with water, couldn't hide my tears and my pain stricken eyes. I cried as I fell to my knees, crying as loudly as I could. More tears escaped from my red, sore eyes and I threw the empty bottle, that was in my hand, in a puddle, making it shatter into tiny pieces.

"And cut!" Waqas announced and I threw myself on the wet floor. Man! Such a tiring shoot routine we have.

Instantly my assistant, make up man and spot boys were by my side. As I dried myself, Waqas approached me. "Great shot man! So much feel!"

"Hussain ka Jadoo hai boss!" I winked at him and rolled his eyes at me. "Director ki nazar ka hai boss!" He laughed, "Now go get some sleep. You have to catch you flight tomorrow."

"Yes! And I am not doing any of these Rone dhone wale scenes again! Pichle teen din se yeh hi kar rahe hein hum," I complained and he chuckled. "Well that depends on the script," he said and then yelled in his mic, "Pack Up!"

It was Waqas' second venture with me and we were shooting in Australia. Not so far from the New Zealand, where I had to be there in the morning for Kashish's baby shower. Why? I don't know. It's supposed to be a ladies function anyway.

I went back to my hotel room and plopped on my bed. When I couldn't sleep, I decided to call Shehry, who must be busy somewhere, working on his very first script. "Hey!" A female voice came from the other end of the phone and I frowned.

"This is Shehry's number right?" I asked, looking at my own phone's screen.

"Yes. Yes, it is. He has just gone to the washroom," the girl told me, "I am Soha by the way."

"Hussain," I gave her a short reply, "please ask Shehry to call me back."

Soha.... Ab Yeh kaun hai? I was too tired to investigate so I shrugged away all the thoughts and slowy sleep took over me. The next morning I boarded the earliest flight possible and reached Auckland in no time. These roads still remind me of that trip. That beautiful journey where I met her for the first time eight months ago....

"Hey man!" Daljit gave me a manly hug as I entered the Grewal House. Everything was traditionally decorated. Too simple but, lavish at the same time. There were so many guests and it still felt empty. My eyes constantly search for the one and only.

"Hussain! Hi," Karanveer greeted me and in his arms was my little Moo Moo bear. I grinned at her beautiful face while she blinked at me. As I touched her nose, she fluttered her eyes lids and began giggling. This was something I was told that would on her always.

"Can I?" I asked and Karanveer happily gave her to me. While I was so busy, playing with her, Karan decided to leave us alone and she started to cry.

"Oh no please don't," I sighed, "moo moo bear is a good girl. Moo moo smile!" I began to panic and that made someone chuckle loudly.

"Kitni baar kaha hai- Moo Moo nahi Muskan. Mehek ki Muskan!" Mehek bhabhi grinned and I laughed, handing Muskan over to her, "teri biwi ne naam rakkha hai khotey! Thori toh kadar kar le!"

I didn't say anything but, kept staring at Muskan. "Agli baar Moo Moo kaha toh dolly Aunty ke chittar parenge!" She frowned and I acted like I was really scared.

"Wow! Mommy is sho angry!" I said in a baby voice, looking at Muskan, "I'll shee you later Moo Moo Bear!"

"Hussain," bhabhi cried and laughing, I stepped away quickly.

"Aap chidna chordo aur main chidhana chor dunga," I pulled her cheek and she pushed me. "Jaa, Kab se wait kar rahi hai tera. Dolly Aunty ka toh Pata nahi- Preet ke chittar zaroor parenge tujhe."

~~~PREET's POV~~~

I tucked the pleats on my saree in and straightened my back. It was a nice shade of blue and what made it even better was that Hussain had gifted it to me on our one month anniversary. Just when I was admiring my outfit in the mirror, two arms firmly wrapped around me. His scent lingered in my nostrils and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I missed you," I whispered and Hussain kissed my hair. "Really? It's only been two weeks."

I turned my head to look at him. "Yeah so? You didn't miss me?" I asked, frowning. "Nope, not as much."

Although I knew that he was just teasing me, it still made me feel annoyed. "Hussain!" I turned around to whack his chest but he firmly held wrists.

"Easy, girl," he chuckled and I narrowed my eyes at him. His smirk turned into a frown when his eyes moved to my wrist and his thumb traced along my scar. I instantly pulled my hand out of his grip but, Hussain caught it again.

His eyes questioned me and I sighed, "it doesn't hurt anymore." However, unconvinced, he softly kisses it.

"Hussain, I am sorry," I said in a low tone, feeling guilty of my actions all over again. I could feel the back of my eyes stinging when he looked up at me with his shimmery ones.

"You have no clue how much that scar is going to hurt me all my life," he ran a hand through his hair and I pressed my lips together, "jab bhi isse dekhta hoon toh uss din ki yaad aa jati hai. If I wouldn't have reached on time then I would have......" He trailed off.

"Par Woh din gaye aur aaj main yahaan hoon... Tumhaare saath," I quickly hugged him, "and like always, healthy and happy because of you."

When he didn't wrap his arms around me, I continued, "I wasn't thinking that day. I just wanted to end the pain," I sobbed, "I just wanted to die."

"Preet! Don't ever say that again!" He yelled and I flinched in his arms. With his one hand caressing my hair, he wrapped one around my waist, pulling me into him, as tightly as he could.

"I love you Hussain," I whispered before kissing his ever-so-sexy jawline. "I love myself too," he chuckled and I punch his arm.

"Hussain!" I pushed him away, irritated. He always does that; ruins our little moments. Why can't he just say it?

His arms traced around my waist again and he pulled me in to him. I tried wriggling out of his grip but stopped as he leaned in. "Mrs. Hussain Asif, I thought my eyes were doing enough talking? Shame you couldn't read them."

I frowned at his words and poked him in his well tones abs. Hussain jumped back and I said, "ab apni aankhon se hi baatien karo. Mere aas paas bhi nahi dikhna."

With that said, I walked outside the room and met Kashish bhabhi. I had to help her with final touches.

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

Kya karta hai Hussain? Bina baat ke panga le liya. I chuckled and went after her but, Karanveer stopped me. "Oye, kahaan?" He asked and I glared at him, "it's ladies function and men are not allowed."

"Oh," was all I managed to say before Rajveer interrupted. "That doesn't mean that we can't go," the smirk on his face was indicating nothing but khatra!

Bohot bara khatra!

He brought his hands forward and showed us me a few bags full of colourful outfits. Looking up close, I realised that they weren't just outfits- but the were ladies outfits.

"No!" I warned him but, he chuckled. "Baat toh aise kar raha hai jaise pehle kabhi nahi pehne."

"Y-yeah! I have n-never," I stuttered, finding it hard to lie, but, this time even Karanveer smirked. "Saale ab kaunsi video yaad dilayein tujhe? Itni saari hein Preet ke computer main."

I chocked on air. Preet ke computer main? Madam ne Meri videos save kar ke rakhi hain aur Mujhe khabar bhi nahi? But, I contained my curiosity and pushed both of them away.

"Saala nahi jeeja! You should respect me- Meri biwi ke bhaiyo," I boasted but, before I could escape. They caught me again.

"Saale, jeeja bhi tujhe hum ne hi banaya hai!"

Kitni Koshish ki bhagne ki par Meri ek bhi na chali......

~~~PREET's POV~~~

I helped bhabhi sit on the stage while all the ladies gathered around her. We began the pooja while some guests were still arriving. A set of odd looking, bulky ladies entered the hall and I felt something fishy. I raised my eyebrows at the one staring at me but, she looked away instantly.

Okay?

I tried focusing back on the pooja but, my mind kept going back to the lady in Orange. She looked strangely familiar. I looked at Mehek bhabhi and she, too, frowned at them.

"They are guests. Let it be," she told me as she gave Muskan to me and went help Kashish bhabhi. I too followed her.

"Haye kinne sone lag rahe hein teeno!" Kashish bhabhi giggled and I glared at her, clueless. "Don't tell me that you didn't recognise your own husband, Preet," she announced and my eyes widened.

So that is Hussain! The thought made me giggle devilishly as I approached the three musketeers. Politely, I asked, "Jee app Kuch lengi?" And they failed to answer it because I interrupted.

"Daar Ji se do chittar! Ya idhar bethi aurato se?" I asked and they gasped, "sharam nahi aati aap teeno ko? Abhi batati hoon sabko."

"Preet no! Please don't," Rajveer veer ji pouted, "you can't do that!"

I bit the insides of my cheeks. Of course I was not going to tell daar Ji anything. "Yes, I can!" I said but, before I could turn around, Hussain firmly held my arm.

"If you do then... Then- then Rajveer won't let you name his baby!" He blurted and Rajveer veerji laughed. "Good one, Hussain!" He said and ran up to bhabhi.

They all know exactly how excited I am about the "naam karan" ceremony!

"This is why I hate you!" I cried and he chuckled. "But, I love you!" Even though I was angry, I felt my heart skipping a beat.

"Oh- uhh. I'll take Muskan, thank you!" Karanveer Veerji awkwardly said and walked away with her in his arms. I couldn't help but giggle, shyly.

"I love myself too!" I mimicked Hussain and he smirked. Wrapping an arm around me, he pulled me closer. "Good to hear that finally," he sighed with a smile plastered across his face, "and I want that to remain like this forever."

"Jo aagya pati dev!" I said sarcastically and he laughed.

"Kaun pati? Kahaan hai pati?" Came a voice from behind us and our eyes widened. Eavesdropping much!

"Tu?" Babli Bhua pointed at Hussain and we slowly pulled away, "what are you doing here?"

"Woh Bhua-" I tried defending Hussain but, in vein.

"Tu chup kar!" She said to me, "iss se aur umeed bhi Kya ki jaa sakti hai? Pata tha Yeh Kuch aisa-"

"Oh-ho Babli," Paramjeet Taiji sighed, "apne bhi dono yaheen hein! And even you know who would have planned this!" She looked over at the lady in green next to Kashish bhabhi and Rajveer veer ji got up, scratching the back of his head. Everyone laughed while the three of them stood there, embarrassed and Kashish bhabhi shyly smiled at her husband.

Soon my brothers and Hussain joined the function but, after changing into sensible outfits. By that time the pooja was over so, no one cared. And of course, Babli Bhua failed to maintain her cool and walked out. Six months and She is still finding it hard to believe that I am married to a Muslim.

To be honest, now when I look at it, the real problem isn't even being married to a Muslim; it's about me being married to a non-Sikh. There is this rule book of our society that everyone is bound to follow. One of the rules say that one should only marry someone following the same religion. It's not because it's written in some Holy book but, because the society thinks that it's better that way in terms of spending a life time. Everything someone goes against the rules written, they have to face what Hussain and I had to face. Discrimination! That's what it is! And we are not the only ones; nearly everyone in this world has to face it.

Kadam kadam par gender discrimination. Boys are better or girls- the never ending debate. If you are gay then you have to face sexual discrimination. And then there is; Racial discrimination. This world, nearly every time fails to understand that one should be judged on their character and not their gender, colour, race or religion. In fact, why judge someone? It's not that judging others would add anything good to your life. But yeah, living happily and letting others live peacefully- definitely will!

"Hey- are you ok?" Hussain shook me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him, "don't worry. Thirteen down and one more to go. Woh bhi maan jayengi."

"But, I don't want you to convince anyone anymore," I told him with all honesty, "you are amazing the way you are and its a shame that she fails to see how perfect you are every time."

"Haan bhai tumse behtar kaun janta hai?" Hussain smirked but, I didn't quite catch it. "Waise Kab se stalk kar rahi thi Mujhe?" He asked and my eyes widened.

How does he know??

"Kaafi sexy pics hein Meri tumhaare computer main," he kept a hand on my shoulder and I couldn't even bring myself together to yank it away.

I used to be a crazy Dhoomie until like took a dramatic turn years ago. After that entertainers were nothing but, a package full of lies. Oh how wrong I was!

"Before mum passed away I..."

"Can you please not tear up again?" Hussain groaned and stepped away. I didn't realise when a drop of tear escaped from my eyes.
"Mat roya karo- kitni baar kaha hai. It hurts!"

His words made me cry even more- I just can't help it. He cupped my cheeks and wiped my tears off with his thumbs. Every time I look at him- look at how much loved and wanted he makes me feel- I cry. I cry out of fear. My fear of this being just a beautiful dream. Fear of waking up one day and realising that I never had him in my life.

I cry out of guilt. What if I had died that night? It would have left this beautiful sole, in front of me, wrecked forever. In the process of trying to end my pain, I ignored the ones I would have left heart broken behind me. Yes, my family was against my love but, that didn't mean that they didn't love me. Their few moments of anger and my few moments of pain would have turned everyone's life upside down. It's pathetic how I didn't learn from my mum's mistake but, now I have definitely learnt from my own...

And I am proud of that.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to be, Hussain," I sighed and that slowly brought a smile on his lips. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Jitni katni thi mere bina- kat gayi. Ab mere saath no rona dhona and only hasna," he pointed his index finger at me as if he was ordering me to stay happy.

I giggled at his gesture and pouted, "only if you promise to stay like this forever."

"Hot and sexy? Always!" Hussain boasted and I punched his chest. Both of us broke into laughter and then he whispered in my ear, "your smile makes me fall for you harder every day- every moment. Tum hasti raho aur main hamesha aisa hi rahunga."

I smiled before looking up at him. "Seal the deal!" I chirped before quickly kissing him on his soft lips for the first time in front of so many people.

It came as a surprise to him and he grinned at me. I shifted my eyes to bhabhi to avoid the blush that was creeping upto my cheeks but, the fact that Hussain's smiling eyes were still boring into me, wasn't helping much.

"Aw they look so cute!" I tried to divert his attention but, his eyes didn't move. I kept a finger under his chin and directed him to look into bhabhi's direction; she was sitting with Rajveer veerji now, laughing full heartedly. "Udhar dekho. Her face is glowing. So pretty," I said.

"Woh toh yahaan bhi hai," he turned to me again and place his hand over his heart. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from giggling and took a deep breath.

"That's her pregnancy glow, you dummy!" I pointed at bhabhi but, Hussain still didn't take his eyes off me. Even after living with him for almost six months, I am still not over with those weird sensations that he causes in my stomach, every time he looks at me.

"Toh yahaan bhi ho sakta hai," his response made my insides explode and that smirk was just too much to handle! "Soch lo- I have a week off!"

"Oh My gosh, Hussain! Who talks like that in front of so many people?" It was becoming hard for me to not blush.

"I am talking to my Beghum. Why would anyone have a problem? Tum batao- tumhare kya plan hai?" He smirked, leaning in and I pushed him away from me.

"Koi plan nahi hai," I walked away, sort of giggling. He followed me around the room for the rest of the day, asking me the same question, again and again. Soon I fell for his bachpanaa and failed to control my grin and that annoying blush.

I was going to the kitchen after the function when he grabbed my wrist and scooped me up in his arms, bridal style. I nervously looked around us. What if someone comes? I kept thinking. Yet I couldn't help but laugh at his actions, constantly asking him to let me go.

"Stop laughing!" He frowned, "I am serious- I want a whole cricket team!"

Woah! I glared at him, waiting for him to start laughing again.

However, Before we could continue our chat, Taiji called me and Hussain groaned. "Not yet, I guess," I stuck my tongue out at him and ruffled his hair before exiting the room and he yelled as loud as he could. "Be back soon! Team main manager, coach, players- bohot hotey hein! Hamein aaj se hi shuru Karna padega. Time kam hai!"

I am sure that the whole house heard him. If not, then definitely some one did.

"He is pretty excited!" Mehek bhabhi remarked and I swear I was on a verge of collapsing out of embarrassment.

"Don't you think that after all the pain, baba ji has finally sent your cure?" She smiled, raising an eyebrow at me, "he must love you so much!"

I was at a loss of words. I don't have words to describe how lucky I am to have him in my life. How perfect he make everything seem now.

"I'll see what mummy ji wants. Right now, he needs you the most," she winked at me and smiling, I headed back to my room.

Hussain laid peacefully on his side, fast asleep. I smiled at him before slipping next to him. I stared at his face under the glow of the late night moon until his sleepy voice made me lower my gaze.

"If you are done staring, can I cuddle you?" He asked lazily before a smile made its way to his lips. I shifted closer to him and allowed him to kiss me on my forehead before he wrapped his arms around me.

In his warm embrace, I slept. And this time...

Peacefully in the right means....

You never know what life holds for you. God never makes you suffer without a reason. In fact, he never makes you suffer- he only tests you with what he knows that you can stand up against. If there are troubles written in your destiny then one day there will also be the shining bright skies. Today you might be struggling but, who knows; tomorrow you might be on cloud nine?

I read it somewhere that, "Life is like a piano; the white keys represent happiness and the black show sadness. But as you go through life's journey, remember that without the black keys, it's impossible to create beautiful music."

Life is a long journey and during this journey we experience a bit of everything- pain, happiness, heartbreaks, love, failure, success and many more. Sometimes times, the black keys may seem to be playing forever, but, without them, will we ever learn the value of the White ones? Will we ever learn to cherish the little special things that life offers us?

I think not!

And So..... I also cry sometimes because I had failed to understand this when I had time. Being blinded by my pain, I had almost missed my chance of being this world's luckiest girl. I had almost missed out on having all the things I truly deserve in life. I had almost missed out on someone telling me everyday how much I brighten up their day. I had almost missed out on waking up everyday next to the love of my life.

In short, I had almost missed out on seeing my shining bright skies and playing my white keys.

But, then again.....

Almost!

!!THE END!!

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No, I did not kill her! Haha

But, that was the original ending when I first started writing Sajdah and then I fell so badly for Hussain that I didn't want to do this to him...

The last chapter was my sweet revenge on all those annoying authors and directors who leave the story on a point where it usually drives the audience crazy, thinking about the what might have happened.

Sorry but, not sorry! :P

A long author's note coming up :) LOL had no time to write it but I just wanted to update tonight.

Why exactly I chose suicide? Answer coming in the author's note....

You can also ask me any questions about the story or about me and I will be answering them in the author's note.

No? Ok :(

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