Atif's P.O.V.

"Did she forgive you?" I asked Samar as I shuffled through the massive stack of files on his desk. 

Samar exhaled sharply,  "No Bhai," Of course, he was not doing well, I did not expect anything more from him. "I had a plan to  woo her, and make her happy but  when it came to the moment I asked her what my heart really wanted to know Bhai." 

I played into his words and asked, "What?"

"After how that I put her through, even when Amal was alive, what made  her fall  in love with me?"  I leaned back in my chair and began rubbing my forehead with the back of my palm after hearing his question. How in the world was she supposed to answer that when she. . it was clear as day, even behind all that anger, to all of us, the admiration and the love she held for him. I have no idea how it jumps over this idiot's head. 

"How did you  think she would react  when you asked her that Samar?" I  was truly curious as to what he thought she may have wanted to say to her.  He kept quiet,  "Samar."

"I caused her so much pain, " Samar whispered, "That she broke down crying Bhai, and here  I am again standing infront of her causing her the exact same amount of pain for my own selfish reasons. . .I wanted her to say,  that she didnt love me anymore, and the reason wasnt important."  He wanted to hear what he thought of himself, someone who had been unloveable since the death of Amal. "But  she just broke down crying, showing me just the amount of damage that I had managed to do to her." The guilt was present in his voice, but his actions were not matching up with his intentions.  

"It takes time to heal," I say looking up at the ceiling, "It is going to take her time too, and when she does-"

"She deserves to be let free." Samar said firmly. The same words he said six months ago, with the same amount of determination. "Bhai she deserves someone who can give her the world, and I am not that person. I want you to help me to stop  the family pressure coming from both sides and let us part our  ways peacefully."  I keep quiet. "It has been six months, and  I have received a call that we will be presented on the next hearing in two months. . .Wafa only has to bear me for two more months,  and then  I will be finally  able to disappear from her live completely."

 Samar still had no idea the influence he had held in her life, and that was the sad part of their love story. One person who has loved him with everything she has in her, while the other stays confused between feeling pity or guilt instead of realizing his true feelings.    "Whatever you  need  Samar," I  say defeatedly, "I am always by your side."  From my point of view, he was right, Wafa did deserve someone who could give her the world. . . but little did he know if he just changed his perspective alittle bit, he could be the one who could give it to her. . .and she would be the happiest women in the world.  

"Thank you Bhai," Samar said, "We only have like two more days,  just have to make it through these without hurting one another more."

Damn, only two more days? Their honeymoon trip went by faster than I  thought it would. "They will go by fast." I try to comfort him, even though I wanted a way for them to stay there a bit longer but knowing how both of their mindsets at the moment are,  I do not know if that will be a good idea or not. 

"Hopefully,"  Samar replied, "It would have been nice to have some company. with us, like you and Bhabhi. The silence in the house is almost deafening at times."  That was it. . .all they needed was alittle push. . .with Amirah and me there, it will be perfect. 

"We could come," I say quickly,  "I am sure Adeel Mamu will be fine with it,  and Amma can take care of Dua." I was thinking on my feet, "This way Amirah and I could help you,  you know get that forgiveness that you were so determined to get this morning." The problem with him is that he gave up way too quickly in Wafa's case. "Let me quickly run it by, Amirah."

"That would be great,"  He exclaimed happily, "Let me know when you have talked to Bhabhi about it, and then ask her not to say anything to Wafa, that way it will be a surprise for her too."

"Understood," I say,  "Okay, hang. up the phone, let me ask her."  

"Bye," In a second he hung up the phone leaving an empty tone ringing in my ears. 

Samar had feelings for her it was obvious to our eyes, but I am still astonished by the fact that he, himself hasn't caught up to what his heart is telling him. After Wafa left the. house, he didnt. come out of his room for a whole week, it was as if he was grieving the loss of an partner.  It wasnt until Adeel Mamu and I didn't push down his door, and basically lectured him back into reality. He got himself cleaned up, stopped drinking, and even went to counseling,  everything Wafa and the rest of the family had begged him to do the last four years, he did in the last six. months. 

Samar changed because of something in his heart knew he had to change, Wafa leaving him was his sign to smarten up, and he can say whatever he wants to say but this guilt of hurting her, stems. from his pure love.. a love that you do not think when you fall,  you just do...just like how Wafa fell for him, first slowly and then all at once. 

Inhaling sharply I hit Amirah's name on my phone, after a few rings she answers, "Hello?"

"Want to go on a second honeymoon?" I ask smirking

I do not know if this is going to work or not,  but I hope it works in our favor.  . . 

. .  .  The Next Morning . . .

Waliyah's P.O.V.  

"Samar!" I call out his name as I finish making breakfast for the two of us, I decided to behave as if nothing happened last night. I wanted to forget what he asked me, and I cried. I didn't want to show him my weaker side, and I was still mad that he caused me to come to that last night, but for the sake of the two days we had left, I just wanted peace in the house. "Samar, breakfast is ready."

There was no response, curious I knocked on his bedroom door, "Samar?"  Was he even in there? Exhaling sharply I push the door open,  to see the bed is neatly made, and there was no one in the bathroom either. Where did he go? Walking back out to the kitchen I quickly called him, but it went straight to voice mail.

Strange. . .

Trying his phone one more time I sit down on the. stools, as it goes straight to voicemail again. This was strange, as mean and rude as Samar was to me even in the past he always answered his phone, no matter what. It was an old habit I guess Amal instilled in him. Furrowing my eyebrows my stomach starts to turn as horrible thoughts begin to cross my mind.  I resorted to texting him, if he couldn't answer my call, maybe he could shoot a text back. 

'Where are you?'  Staring down at my phone I wait for him to text back but to no avail.  Jumping off the stool I begin to pace back and forth, I have been awake for almost an hour now, and Samar has always woken up later than me so that's why I didnt check earlier.  Who knows when he left the house? It had to be before I woke up,  but where would he go because we decided we would go sightseeing together. . he could have at least left a note like I had done the first day we got here. 

"Please be okay," I whisper out loud as I sit back down on the stool looking out the window, which had a good view of the driveway. "Just be okay," I know I always acted like I was mad at him, and I am mad at him but not that bad where I wish bad on him. . .at all.  

Pushing my plate away I rest my face in the palm of my hand waiting for him, "Kahan ho Samar?" (Where are you, Samar?)

. . .

Pacing infront of the door I anxiously pat my phone against my hand,  it has been over an hour since I have been continuously calling Samar, but there. was no avail in getting contact with him. He did not respond to any texts or calls, now I am debating about calling the cops. Samar's stuff was. still here. . . untouched, only he was missing. . .

Biting my lip I decide against calling the cops, and dial Atif Bhai instead, "Hello?" He immediately answered,  

"Bhai," I say relief, "Bhai, Samar is not answering my calls or texts.  I have no idea where he is, he left before I woke up this morning and-" 

"Wait, wait." Bhai said calmly, "What do you mean he is not answering your calls or texts?"

"I mean,  I have no idea where he is and-" I am in the middle of my rant when I see a familiar car pull up to the front of the house. Anger flared in me, "I'll call you back Bhai." Storming out of the house I ran to the car ready to get Samar out but as I reached the car. I see Bhai and Api sitting in the back seat sheepishly waving at me as Samar looks. at me scared.  

He rolled the window down awkwardly smiling at me, "Suprise?" 

Crossing my arms I raise an eyebrow at him,  "Really?"

"It was my idea," Bhai said quickly coming out of the car, "Amirah and I thought that you would like some company here and-"

"I-"

"Stop being mad," Api said walking around the car and wrapping me up in a tight hug, "Are you not happy that we are here?"

Breathing out heavily,  I pushed back my anger for the sake of  their happiness and said, "Very!"

Samar got out of the car slowly and stood beside Atif Bhai, as he mouthed the words, "Sorry," to me.  It seemed like he said that a lot nowadays. . .

Wait a minute. . .

There were only two rooms in this house at the moment that were cleaned. and emptied to stay. in while the other two were filled with storage. Did that mean. . .Samar and I have to share a room now. 

Hai Allah. . . 

Why is this always happening to me? 

The further I try to run from him, the closer I get pushed towards him now I have to share a room with him. .  .

Great.