"Agar tumhe mujhse dosti karni hai toh pehle apne music se aur apne passion se dosti karo subhaan!"

Subhaan's eyes locked onto Ibadat's, the depth of his emotions reflected in his gaze. Her words struck a chord within him, resonating with the longing to revive their relationship. The first step, he thought, was friendship - rebuilding the foundation of trust and understanding that once bound them together.

The weight of regrets and guilt pressed upon Subhaan's heart, threatening to suffocate him. Guilt gnawed at his soul, echoing the painful memories of trusting Mannat's manipulation over Ibadat's unwavering love.

Mannat's sweet lies and calculated charms had blinded him, leading him down a path of destruction. He recalled the countless moments he doubted Ibadat's sincerity, the instances he belittled her love, and the cruel words he spoke in moments of weakness.

Subhaan's mind recoiled at the thought of his own vulnerability, his gullibility to Mannat's web of deceit. How could he have been so blind? Why did he not see the truth in Ibadat's eyes, the love that shone brighter than any star?

Regret seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core. He thought of the shattered trust, the broken promises, and the lost moments with Ibadat. Subhaan's heart ached, longing to turn back time, to redo the mistakes of the past.

Subhaan's mind wandered back to the past, revisiting the intricate web of secrets and sacrifices he had woven. For years, he had masterfully juggled his dual identities: the devoted son and the Secret Superstar. His music, a fervent expression of his soul, remained tucked away from his father's critical gaze.

Hafeez's disapproval, anchored in his rigid interpretation of Islam, had compelled Subhaan to mask his artistic nature. The weight of his father's expectations had hung heavy, threatening to suffocate his creative spirit. Subhaan recalled the countless nights spent composing songs in secret, the stolen moments of joy when music filled his heart.

Memories of his debut performance flashed before him – the rush of adrenaline, the thrill of connecting with his audience. But with each success, the fear of discovery grew. One misstep would shatter the fragile balance between his two worlds.

But the fragile facade crumbled when Mannat left him at the altar. The devastating heartbreak shattered Subhaan's resolve, and in a moment of vulnerability, he revealed his secret to his family. The weight of his father's disappointment and disapproval crushed him.

Hafeez's reaction was swift and unforgiving. He saw Subhaan's music as a betrayal of their faith and family values. The harsh words and judgmental gaze cut deep, silencing the music within Subhaan. He stopped singing, abandoning the one thing that brought him solace.

The silence that followed was oppressive, a constant reminder of his failed love and shattered dreams. Subhaan's identity, once rooted in his music, was lost. He drifted through life, a shadow of his former self. Ibadat's presence had rekindled a spark within him, but the scars of his past lingered.

Ibadat's desire was palpable, her eyes burning with a fervent longing. She wanted Subhaan to revive his singing career, to rekindle the passion that once defined him. The man she fell in love with was not just a talented singer, but someone who found solace in the melodies, someone whose voice could soothe the soul.

For Ibadat, Subhaan's music was an integral part of his identity, a reflection of his deepest emotions. She remembered the way his eyes sparkled when he sang, the way his voice poured out his heart, and the way the audience was entranced by his performances. Millions of fans had adored him, hooting for more, and Ibadat had been among them, swept away by the sheer power of his music.

Subhaan's journey to revive his music career would be a path of rediscovery, a journey to reclaim his lost identity. Ibadat's condition was not just a request; it was a plea to revive the spark that had brought them together. She wanted to witness the transformation, to see the man she loved come alive again, his music pulsating through every fiber of his being.

As the door closed behind Ibadat, Subhaan was enveloped in silence. Her words lingered, echoing in his mind like a persistent melody. He felt the weight of her desire, the longing in her eyes, and the unspoken plea to revive his music.Subhaan's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of emotions and doubts. Could he truly revive his singing career? Did he have the courage to face the spotlight again? The memories of Mannat's betrayal and his father's disapproval resurfaced, threatening to suffocate him. 

He paced the room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Subhaan forced himself to confront the questions that had haunted him for so long. Did he still have the passion for music? Could he reconcile his faith with his art? As he stood before the window, gazing out at the city, Subhaan felt the familiar stirrings of his creative soul. The music that had once flowed so effortlessly now seemed dormant, waiting to be awakened.

He thought of Ibadat's words: "The man who loved singing, who found solace in singing, who had millions of fans hooting for him." Subhaan's heart swelled with emotion. Did he want to be that man again? The silence was oppressive, yet Subhaan knew he had to listen to his own heart. He closed his eyes, letting the stillness envelop him. Slowly, the doubts began to recede, replaced by the faint hum of his creative energy.

Subhaan's eyes opened, and with newfound resolve, he whispered to himself: "I'll do it. I'll find my music again." The words hung in the air, a promise to himself and to Ibadat.