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CHAPTER 31: FATAL FEELINGS

MAHEEN'S POV

"Am so sorry Kamran bhai! am giving you all this pain" he was putting my heavy luggage up in his car trunk  and I was standing beside him in the airport parking.

"Oho! Come on Maheen! Don't be so formal, that's completely fine" he shut the trunk up and turned to look at me with a soft smile on his face, I smiled back pressing my lips into a hard line.

He gestured me to sit in the car as he opened the front door for me and I sat in, he shut the door and came taking the driving seat. By his actions he seemed in kind of a hurry and I mentally cursed myself for putting him into such inconvenience.

I felt really embarrassed with myself for making him picking me up from the airport and all that, it was Sunday and he is married man must be spending his quality morning with his wife only, if I wasn't making him occupied into silly stuff.

Why didn't Hussain come to pick me up?

"You don't worry, I will be on time to pick you up" Bol to aesey raha tha jesey rat ka airport per he aa ker betha ho ga, huhn! Idiot! I felt extremely pissed off with what Hussain has done, What a warm welcome back Hussain! Wow! am impressed.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I kept on looking out of the window and suddenly my chain of thoughts cum cursing, broke apart as kamran bhai's cell phone started ringing.

"Hello! Han Waqas?"

Waqas bhai bhi na... ye na k woi aa jatey mujhey lene, per nai... wo to romance mein masroof hon ge na. Huhn!

"hmm...." I looked at him and felt a deep frown on his forehead, his hand was holding the steering damn tight as if was tensed over something or maybe he wasn't liking picking you up being your chauffeur on this fine Sunday morning Maheen! You idiot! I sighed deep as I once again started looking out of the window.

"Tu ne Khurram bhai se bat ki? unhen bata foran, bula le waheen" he said in an urgent tone. "or sun!" his tone went more into a whisper and I felt extreme awkward.... Maheen jump out of the car!

"Tu ne ghar to nai bataya?" though his tone was low but I could hear.

"Hm...or...kesa hea ub wo? Tu mila?" he asked quietly and I looked at him sideways, with a frown on my face whom was he talking about? I hope things are okay at waqas's end.

"umm Kamran Bhai!" I called him as he hung up the call and looked a little more tensed, his facial expressions stiff and hardened after the call.

"Ji?" he glanced at me before taking a sharp turn and my hand went on the door holding it for balance. "Am sorry....you okay?: he said hurriedly as I gasped, I smiled assuringly at him and he looked back on the road, still driving speedily.

"Kamran Bhai! Everything is fine, yeah?" I asked narrowing my eyes and he smiled a little.

"Yeah all set, q kia hua?" he asked casually and I felt something hidden in that casual attitude of his, I shook my head and started looking out from the window.

We were almost there when his phone rang up again and this time I looked at him at once, I don't know why but my heart had started thumping in my chest.

"Hello!"

"Yeah Maheen is with me, we are almost there" he told somebody.

"No, I will come there directly just give me half an hour, I hope traffic won't suck on my way" kahan puhanchney ki bat ker rae thy? Q itni jaldi mein lag rahe thy? Khuda khair rakhey her jaga.

I sighed as he slowed down his speed in front of the huge gates of my Accomodation and the watchman walked towards his side of the window

"Umm kamran Bhai! you can drop me here... I will manage, ap ko kaheen jana hea na? ap jaiye" I said with a smile and he pressed his lips in a thin line.

"You sure?"

"I am" I smiled assuringly and stepped out of the car, keeping my hang bag over my shoulder I went  back towards the trunk when he came there too and took out my luggage, the watchman had already called a custodian who came running towards us.

"Hey good morning Mag!" I beamed looking at the custodian of our hostel and he greeted me back with a warm broad smile on his face. He took the luggage from kamran's hand and headed inside.

'Thank you so much Kamran Bhai! and am sorry meri waja se ap shaid late ho gaye hen kaheen puhanchney se" I said apologizing and he smiled shaking his head.

"That's no problem at all" he said with a low smile on his face..

"Sab Hussain ki ghalti hea...." I said making a face and felt the smile on his face faded away as he scratched his eyebrow uncomfortably and took a step back making me frown over his reaction.

"Okay! Bye Maheen! Take care" he said and hurriedly sat in his car driving it off, leaving me stand there looking at the car rushing away from the sight.

"Somebody is waiting for you" Mag informed me with a smile as I stepped inside the huge gates and I smiled.... Hussain?

Ch! Wo khota to pata nai kahan hea? Bister torr raha ho ga ghar per....yad bhi nai hoga usey k mein ne aana tha or usey mujhey lene jana tha, wo q yad karey ga... zaroor Mahrukh ho gi.

 I smiled and walked towards the hostel, when suddenly my feet halted as I saw Mahrukh sitting on the foot step at the entrance, her head was hung down and hands clasped together, rubbing each other.

"Mahrukh?" I called her excitedly and her head shoot up...the moment she saw me she leapt on her feet and almost ran towards me.

"Maheen!" didn't even halt near me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I chuckled as I was about to stumble back. Wrapping y arms around her I hugged her tight. The moment I wrapped my arms around her, her grip went tighter around me, her throbbing heart over my chest was sending strange feelings through my spine. I gulped down as I tried to pull back but she held me tight...

"Mahrukh?"

"Mahrukh! you okay?" I asked stroking her head softly, as she clung to me like a kid. "Mahrukh! you are scaring me yar" I said with a restless heart and she slowly and very reluctantly pulled back, looking down.

"Mahrukh!" I tried to look into her eyes and she shook her head faintly. "Look at me yar, what happened?" I held her face in my palms and pulled it up finding bloodshot eyes with a light puff under them and my heart skipped a beat as she looked at me.

"Mahrukh? kia hua hea?"

"Nothing...kuch nai" she looked down again as she shook her head, holding my hands in her's.

"Bus I was missing you...ek dum se dekh ker, bus pata nai..." she said and burst into tears before landing over my shoulder once again and I just stood there with this uncertain feeling in my heart.

"I have missed you too Mahrukh! per tum ne to dara he diya yar" I hugged her once again. "Ro to mat... aa gai hoon na wapas" I pouted patting her back, with my own eyes getting wet now. She sobbed over my shoulder and slowly pulled back.

"Am sorry" she wiped her face with her palms and I smiled shaking my head.

"Dramaeybaz lerki! Mujhey laga Khuda khaber Waqas bhai ne to nai koi hanky panky ker di....." I said mischievously elbowing her as we started walking inside and she shook her head sniffling.

We reached in front of the room and I found my luggage already there, together we pulled all the stuff inside and Mahrukh shut the door, I fell on the bed with a thud.

"Dihan se Maheen!" Mahrukh gasped at once as she turned and looked at me stepping towards the bed, I frowned looking at her extremely horrified expressions.

"Am-fine-Mahrukh!" I said embarrassed a little and Mahrukh sighed.

"am sorry I thought you... fell down" she almost said to herself and I felt something was terribly wrong.

"Mahrukh! kuch hua hea kia? Batao mujhey....you look tensed" I got up and held her hand, she shook her head. "Even Kamran bhai seemed a little carried away"

'Nothing Maheen! Trust me....' she tried to smile but couldn't.

'Tum aram ker lo...thak gai ho gi" she was about to turn when I almost jumped and stood in front of her blocking her way.

"Itna bhi nai thaki k tumharey dil ka bojh na halka ker paoon, samkheen!" I pointed my finger in front of her face and she smiled.

"Maheen! Am fine...sach mein, tum aa gai ho na ub all is well. Bus tumhen miss kiya buhat"

"Achaw g? And there I was thinking k bandi apney bandey k sath romance mein busy hongi...." I rested my elbow on her shoulder and she looked down shyly despite that grimness on her face.

"Tum fresh ho jao! Chae piyo gi?" Mahrukh asked and I smiled nodding my head wildly and she patted my cheek softly before turning to leave and I sighed deep.

MAHRUKH'S POV

Maheen stepped into the bathroom and I almost fell on her bed, hiding my face in my palms I silently kept on shedding tears trying not to make any sound, sniffling I wiped my tears from my face and got up. Picking up my mobile I looked for any call or message but there was none...

Ya Allah! sab theek ho... please!

Tu apney hifz-o-amaan mein rakhna usey, ya Allah! tu khair kerna, ye sab kia ho gaya.... clenching the phone tight in my hand I hung down my head and tears once again started rolling down when suddenly it started ringing and I hurriedly looked at the screen; my heart started thumping hard and I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve before picking up the call.

Me: He..hello!

Waqas: Mahrukh! ro rai theen tum?

His voice was sore too as if he had cried a lot....

Me: n..naheen, Waqas! kesa hea wo?

I looked up at the bathroom door I could still heard water splashing and felt relieved she wasn't coming out.

Waqas: Pata nai Mahrukh! Ander nai chor rahe abhi...

Me: doc..doctor ne kia kaha?

Waqas: abhi to ander he hen doctors, koi bahir nai aya abhi tak. Tum ne Maheen ko to nai bataya?

Me: naheen

Waqas: aesey ro gi Mahrukh! to usey shak ho jaye ga, wo abhi to puhanchi hea...she will freak out.

Me: Waqas! mujhey le jaiye aa ker please, mujhe dekhna hea usey ek bar...please!

Tears started rolling out of my eyes and my voice hiccuped. I hurriedly stepped towards the door and headed out of the room.

Waqas: Mahrukh! I will bring you here but abhi they won't let any of us meet him, he is.... he is critical Mahrukh!

I kept a hand over my mouth as I gasped; I shut my eyes tight letting the stream flew out, Waqas's words were laced with worry, I haven't seen him that tensed ever before.

Waqas: dua karo k sab ho jaye....Mahrukh! mujhey buhat dar lag raha hea. I cant tell anyone, Shehry ka bhi phone aa ra tha but I just couldnt pick up and talk to him.... dil buhat ghabra raha hea yar.

He said and I felt he was sobbing too, I could feel that, his words were no more than whispers...stammering, shaking feary whisper and my heart sank.

Me: Al..Allah behter...behter karey ga, Apki...apki us bat hui thi na Waqas?

Waqas: han yar...the moment we brought him here he was conscious, he asked me not to tell Uncle Aunty about this, us ne qasam li thi mujh se k mein un ko ya Maheen ko nai bataoon is sab k barey mein.

Me: Wo theek ho jaye ga na Waqas?....wo...

"Mahrukh?" my words lost inside my mouth as I heard Maheen calling my name from the back and I felt I got frozen for a while, the phone was still kept close to my ear and my hands shivering when she came and stood right in front of me, her eyes searching my face.

"Mahrukh? kia hua hea?" she asked as I hurriedly pulled down the phone, without even pressing the end call I gulped down as she held me by my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes.

"Kuch...kuch nai...

"Mahrukh! please tell me what has happened?" she almost yelled jerking me and I shivered deep down.

"Maheen! Wo... wo

"Mahrukh! Khuda k liye batao kia hua hea? Mujhe darao mat please!" she pleaded and I gulped down, thinking how would I tell her.

"Maheen! Hussain....wo us ka

"Mahrukh!" her whisper was faint as her hands pulled down from my shoulders and she looked at me uncertainly, I felt I couldn't finish my statement. "Kia hua Hussain ko?" She asked flatly and I couldn't hold of my tears.

"Hussain...he ...he had an.. an acci....accident

"What?" I looked down again when she held my hand urgently in her hand. "Mahrukh! kia keh rahi ho ye tum?" I looked at her and found extreme pain and fear there, with her eyes getting moistened.

"Kesey?...kab? wo to...wo to mujhey leney aa raha tha na?" Maheen stammered holding my hand tight and I shook my head.

"Wo tumhen ...tumehn leney he gaya tha, mager...Waqas had a call from some...some stranger" I told her who was looking intently at me, as if recording every word I was uttering. "He informed him about... about the accident" I added and she burst up into silent tears, with one hand over her forehead she looked away as if was blaming herself for that.

"I wish... I wish wo mujhey na lene araha hota" she rolled her lower lip inward holding the pain as tears kept on rolling down.

"Maheen! They told Waqas that he was over speeding" I held her hand. "It wasn't your fault" I added and she looked at me with a light frown and then held my hand.

"Mahrukh! take me to the hospital... please!" she almost begged and I nodded my head.

"I wanted to go too, but Waqas keh rahe hen k abhi wo milney naheen...

"I know... I know but please bus mujhey le chalo wahan, chahe na dekhney den, I just....." her voice hiccuped. "I just want to be around...around him Mahrukh! please take me to him, please!" she cried and I pulled her into me, hugging her tight shedding my own tears over her shoulder.

"Okay okay! Relax Maheen!" I stroked her back, felt her body was shivering badly as she held me tight and kept on crying.

FAIZAN'S POV

"do you understand the seriousness of this issue Faizan?"

"I clearly do Sir!" I said while standing all firm and upright in front of my own father, but at the moment he wasn't my father only the police head and I was his junior not his one and only beloved son.

"What about the case he has filed against his wife? She tried to kill him Faizan! The woman you are taking side of" he pointed his finger at me.

"Sir! She had already filled a case against him, just a couple of weeks before this incident she came to the police station to record her statement against him and his family....they left her with no other option Sir!" I tried to convince him and he said nothing. "jis ghar mein bahu ko noker se battt ter samjha jaye, jahan shohar bivi ko istimal kerne k cheez se ziada ahmiyat na de, jahan beti ko gali k baraber samjha jaye...wahan kabhi kabhi mazloom he hathiyaar utha liya kertey hen Sir!" I added and he sighed a little.

"Arsalan has did something to his daughter... I don't know what, but am sure wo bachi Arsalan k he pas hea ya phir us ne maar diya usey. Jo us ka irada tha hamesha se" I claimed and he frowned.

"you have no proof to mention in the arrest warrants Faizan!"

"Sir! I have" I said and slowly pushed the file towards him over the table and looked down at that before picking it up. "this is his wife's statement, which clearly shows that Arsalan never wanted a daughter and he had threatened her for lot of time as well"

"Secondly...Heer didn't attempt to kill him Sir! She just saved her life, and for that she cut his wrist but latter on before leaving the house she herself tied up his wrist...which clears the confusion you all have in your minds about her." I stated and he looked up from the file. "She didn't try to take his life, wo bus apni jan bacha rahi thi Sir, self defence" I added and he nodded a little.

"What about that man who shot her that night?" Dad asked.

"Sir! He has already recorded his statement that on Arsalan's orders he did that" I told him. "is sab k bad mein hath per hath rakh k nai beith sakta Sir! I have to take a step against him"

"And do you think Arsalan's arrest will help these things out?" he asked frowning.

"I know that only with this man's arrest we can bring change in our society, if not bring a change, at least we would be able to start a revolution against those orthodox male chauvinist ideas that burn our women alive, that bury our daughters for no crime...." I added and he remained quiet, looking intently at my face. "Arsalan jesey her shaks ko jail ki hawa lage gi Sir! To damagh durust sochney shuroo ho jaye ga sab ka"

"Faizan! You know that Arsalan Muzaffar Kharr is the MPA and soon to be CM according to his vote count, and you know he has enough power to throw you up to any remote area of this country where you will live the rest of your life as an SHO and nothing else" his warning had a hidden advice that had a fatherly touch I knew he wanted to warm me against the circumstances but...

jo main than leta hoon, us k barey mein dobara nai sochta, bus ker guzerta hoon. Or ye Dad bhi achi terha jantey thy.

"Sir! I have thought a lot over all this and I know what might happen to me but I have promised to my self, to my uniform that I will never step back to my duty no matter if that brings downfall to me. These are my values Sir! my father had taught me this." I replied in the same firm composed tone and he got up from his chair, walking out of the table he came and stood near me.

My eyes were still fixed at my front and hands tied at my back firmly. He stood near me and put a hand softly over my shoulder..... not like the police head but like a father.

"Faizan! You will face the results, the criticism and once Arsalan will be out of the jail you will be facing a lot of trouble in your life son!" he said and I gulped down still standing firm not moving at all. "But all this doesn't mean that am not with you" he added and I looked to my left, at his face; a smile soft and full of concern was there and I felt a lot better all of a sudden.

'Take the arrest warrants from Zaid, I will brief him and do report his wife's statement to me, I want it till evening Faizan! Otherwise it will be difficult to case a file against him" he instructed me and I nodded my head.

"I will Sir!" I said and picking up my file from the table I was about to leave when he held my arm softly and I looked up at his face.

"Am proud of you son!" he said and I smiled, having the best feeling ever in my heart. I took a step back before giving him a firm salute and he smiled again nodding his head a little.

Tumhen mujh se koi nai bacha sakta arsalan Kharr! Buhat watt hen tumharey...sarey watt nikal doon ga mein. Thaaney aa jao ek bar.

HEER'S POV

Sawera had gone back to England and finally I could move on, I could start my search for my daughter, I had taken out a little information about how to find that man through that number plate of his car. I was only waiting fro the hostel management to call me and inform me about any spare room, the hostel in which I had registered my name for a room a couple of days back.

LX 253.... That number plate was so fixed in my mind that I couldn't get it out of it.

Pata nai hum us shaks tak puhanch bhi paen ge ya naheen?

May be I should tell Faizan about Emaan.

Pata nai q hum ne apni statement mein Faizan ko emaan or us gari wale k barey mein nahee bataya? Najaney q ub kisi per bharosa kerna itna mushkil lagta hea...q her koi dushman nazer ata hea?

But Heer! may be he would help you out in finding her, but...

"Heer!" suddenly I heard Aapa calling me and I jumped out of my thoughts.

"Ji aapa! Aaye" I called back as I stepped out of the lawn, wearing my sleepers I headed inside.

"Ji Aapa! You called me?" entering into the hall I asked, finding her sitting alone. She gestured me to sit with her, hesitantly I walked towards her sofa and sat near her. She looked at me and then held my hand, there was that soft grim gaze in her eyes.

"What happned?" I looked closely at her face and she smiled lowly.

"ye do maheeney kesey or kab guzer gaye pata he nai chala Heer!' she said and I remained quiet, smiling a little. "Jana zaroori hea?" she asked and I looked down at our hands in my lap.

"Apa! You have already done a lot for me....is se ziada takleef nai dena chahti ap ko" I said and she sighed in irritation.

"Mein ne kia kya hea bhala? Kia gaod mein uthaye bethi thi tumhen mein itne din se?" she asked making a face and I smiled shaking my head. "to phir? Insaan kuch nai kerta hea Heer! jo kerna hota hea wo ooper wala kareegar kerta hea, wo jo najaney kia taney baney bun raha hota hea ooper betha or hum jan he nai patey" she said and I looked up at her face.

"Us ki kaarigari to waqai Aapa humein samajh nai ati... hum aj tak samajh nai paye k Wo aakhir hamarey liye chahta kia hea?" I looked down in my lap once again. "Humein to aj tak apney is duniya mein aaney ki bhi waja nai maloom ho saki" I chuckled sarcastically.

"Heer! tum janti ho? Sawera k Dad ki death k bad mein buri terha toot gai thi....he was my backbone, my life and the reason I was alive" she said and I pressed my hand a little over her's. "mager I had to stand again over my feet, I had to face the world...alone. Not for myself but for them two angels in my life" I saw moisture in her eyes oozing up.

"I don't know what has happened to you in your past but Heer! You have to stand again and fight... face the world, and trust me I saw that fire in you that could burn down the whole world into ashes here....in your feet" she firmly said pointing at my feet and I blinked my eyes uncertainly.

"Let that shernii out of you" she smirked and I smiled.

"Shernii?....bager dumm ki shernni hen hum" I said and she chuckled.

"aesey he muskurati raha karo meri bachi! Abhi umer he kia hea tumhari?" She said and I remained quiet.

"Umer se kia hota hea Aapa! Insaan ki umer to utni he hoti hea jitni zindagi us ne guzaar li hoti hea, or humein to lagta hea jesey hazaron saal se zinda hen hum....najaney kab khatam ho gi ye taveeel qaid-e-hayat?' I almost said to myself lost in thoughts when I felt a sudden slap over my head and I looked at her at once, she was frowing in mock anger.

"Allah tumhen lambi umer ata karey...aesey nai boltey" she scolded and I nodded my head.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay" she touched my cheek and pulling my face a little towards her she kissed my forehead, making my heart melt instantly, missing Amaan all so sudden.

"Acha Heer! Faizi told me about that working women hostel that you have contacted that day...beta! wo to intihai kharab halat mein hea, Faizi bata raha tha k buhat he bekaar si jaga per hea" She made a face and I mentally slapped that Faizan for peeping his nose in to everything about my life.

"Aapa! Ub zahir hea... PC k standard ka to hostel honey se raha" I said sarcastically and she chuckled a little.

"acha! What did you think about that offer? Shehry or us ki beti k barey mein bataya than a tumhen mein ne" she asked. "I have told you Heer beta! banda buhat he shareef hea, I give you my word for that" she was assuring me about his character for millionth of time I guess in past few days. "beti k liye thora sa khaptii zaroor ho gaya hea but on the whole you will be as safe and secure with him as you are with me here." she added and I thought for a while.

"But Apaa! Wo Akeley rehtey hen or hum?.....kesey un k sath...?" I trailed off and she rolled her eyes.

"Shadi shuda banda hea Heer! and secondly I have told you k buhat he shareef hea...."Aapa said and I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

Shadi shuda hea to kia hua? Bivi to hea nai....ooper se filmein Daramey banata hea, wesey he najaney kia kia mash'hoor hea is terha k logo k barey mein.

"Wo sab theek hea mager....aesey acha nai lagta Aapa! Humein siraf din din k liye to rehna nai ho ga, ub hostel mein ye faida to hea k din rat ek he jaga per guzaren ge" I shook my thoughts off and tried to convince her.

"To whan kon rokey ga tumhen? He has a quarter there in his house bilkul separate, bara he lavish ghar hea, you will be feeling like in your PC k level wala hostel..." Apa smiled and I reciprocated.

"He has a male guard and a care taker of the house as well, or wo caretaker to buzurg bandey hen intihaai nafees insaan hen..." she added further and I felt embarrassed a little if I am going to say a no again...she will get hurt.

Kia karein hum ub?

"At least this is far better option than that hostel...who knows when you will get some work? And what kind of work will you get? Here, with Shehry you will be safe and the job is also respectable beta!" She said. "us ki bachi ko zaroorat hea, chalo Maa nai to kam se kam koi piyar kerne wali khayal rakhney wali aurat ho jo usey Maa ka piyar de sakey" Aapa said softly and suddenly I felt my heart melting.

Kia pata Allah yei chahta hea, shaid Wo chahta hea hamara mazeed imtihan lena....shaid abhi hamari mushaqqat khatam nai hui, shaid abhi kuch or faslaa hea hum mein or hamari khushiyon mein, hamari bachi k hum se milney mein.

"Agar ap ko lagta hea to.... Theek hea, hum mana ker den ge Hostel phone ker k" I said and she smiled all at once, sighing in relief and I smiled too...

"I will talk to him... and inform him about you" Aapa said and got up from the sofa, she left the hall and I just sat there silently thinking about all this...Shehry thing.

SHEHRYS POV

"Shehry! you okay?' Hamza nudged me and I looked at his face at once, looking away from my mobile screen.

"yeah am okay"

"You seem tensed...like, never before. Kia bat hea? Rehmat theek hea na?' he asked as he dragged a chair and sat near me, we had a short break from the shooting and I was lost into thoughts, with my heart restless and thoughts wayward.

"yar pata nai....dil ajeeb sa bechain hea rat ka, I couldn't sleep at all" I told him lowly and he remained quiet. "I had a.... a strange dream, nightmare I would say" I ran a hand through my hair, remembering last night.

"You are stressed out man! Nothing else" Hamza rested his hand over my arm placed on the armrest of my chair and I pressed my lips in a thin line. "You need a break out of all this, pehley film now two projects at a time...in fcat three. Rehmat koi project se kam hea terey liye?" he chuckled at the end and I tried to smile.

"yeah may be you are right but why all of a sudden? Kal tak sab theek tha aj achanak se....am feeling sick I think" I made a face as I felt like throwing up and he got up resting his hand over my back and looked at my face closely.

"You want something? water? drink? Anything?" he asked hurriedly and and I shook my head, with my heart beating heavy I touched my throat and there it came out whatever I had in my tummy.

"Am sorry! I....

I tied to get up but my head started spinning and Hamza hurriedly held me firm by my arms. "Bro! relax! You need to throw up...come" he took me to my van and I stepped up towards the wash room.

Resting my palms firm over the sides of the basin I threw up and slowly felt a little lighter than before, splashing water over my face I looked up at my reflection..... boorha ho ra hea tu saley! Shaking head I turned and wiped my face with the towel and stepped out finding an addition there.... Aapa was standing with Hamza and a few more people gathered out of the van.

"kia yar Hamza bhai! poori barat jama ker li ap ne meri....' I shook my head chuckling a little.

"You okay Shehry?" Apa asked ignoring my joke and I nodded my head assuringly.

"Am okay Aapa! I guess bahir se kha raha hoon buhat din se to thora upset ho gaya system" I patted my tummy which was now completely empty and she sighed.

"I have asked to hire a maid, who can cook and...

"take care of you and Rehmat as well" Hamza added cutting her in the middle. "In fact Aapa! He doesn't need a maid... is ka na viyah kara dejiye" he added mischievously and I shook my head, sitting down on the couch feeling all weak and drained off.

"Ek to her shadi shuda banda ye q chahta hea k sarey ghair shadi shuda'on ki bhi band jald ass jald bajj jaye?" I asked seriously and hamza laughed while Aapa remained quiet and I knew why she was so pissed off.

"Acha chal take care and I think we should better pack up.... You go home and relax!" he patted my shoulder and I smiled, he left me with furious Aapa there in the van, she kept on glaring at me and I whined silently.

"please! Yar Aapa! Don't start that again...see! aj to rehmat ne bhi tang nai kiya, jab se so rai hea masoom" I looked at her sleeping peacefully in the comfy little bed with her mouth a little open as always.

"Makhi ne ghuss jana hea kisi din is k moo mein" I chuckled as I moved towards her bed and pulled her chim up softly...cautiously not to wake her up. She moved a little but didn't wake up to my relief.

"Kia hua tha?" Tahira aapa asked as I sat down again on the couch.

"I don't know... I was trying to contact Hussain lately but I couldn't talk to him, he wasn't available I thought he must be busy, he was planning some surprise for his friend... but" I took a pause remembering the nightmare and felt a little sweat over my forehead.

"Kia hua Shehry?  tum buhat pareshan lag rahe ho?' she sat down near me and rested her hand over mine and I gulped down the pain.

"ajeeb khuwab dekha Aapa! Fikr ho rai hea Hussain ki" I almost said to myself and she pressed her hand over mine.

"Tum buhat time se us se door ho na is liye aesey khayal aa rahe hen Shehry! don't worry, jab farigh ho ga contact karey ga tumhen" she assured me and I nodded my head uncertainly.

"Did you try to contact him again today?"

"yeah! I was calling him just when I threw up but he wasn't picking up..." I ran a hand through my hair. "Ub to wahan dopeher honey wali hogi....kahan ghayab hea sala pata nai"

"call Khurram... or may be that cousin of yours...kia nam hea uska....

"Waqas" I told her.

"han usey call kar lo...."she suggested and I nodded my head. "And don't worry Shehry! tum bhi waqai mein baap ban gaye ho, you have started worrying like a typical father, pata nai Rehmat bari ho gi to kia karo ge" she said shaking her head and I smiled looking down.

"Jo koi flirt kare ga na meri beti k sath...aaney chitter lawan ga k nani yad aa jaye gi" I boasted and she chuckled.

"or jo rehmat he flirt type nikli to?" she asked rasing her eyebrow and I thought for a while.

"Wesey you are right Aapa! She is a flirt you know...parros mein ek bacha hea, wo jab bhi ata hea ghar us ko dekh dekh ker muskurati hea, soch raha hoon us ka ghar aana jana band ker doon, Sala! dorey dalta hea meri beti per" I said rubbing my chin and she laughed shaking her head.

"Chalo go home Shehry! and rest okay!" she got up instructing me and I sighed nodding my head.

"or suno!" she halted near the door and I looked up at her. "I will bring her tomorrow to your place"

"Bring who?????" I frowned.

"Rehmat's aunty" she stated with a smile and I made a face before getting up from my couch.

"Rehmat doesn't need any aunty shanty... Rehmat has her daddy and that's enough" I walked towards her, who was still sleeping calmly. "or wesey bhi Aapa! Mujhey koi aurat nai rakhni apney ghar for any purpose" I added firmly.

"Aurat mat khao..... bachi hea abhi to wo bechari" Aapa said like an upset girl and I rolled my eyes. "She is just 21 or may be 22" she added.

"And you do need a baby sitter Shehry! stop being stubborn" She scolded me, I softly picked Rehmat in my arms.

"Wow! Pehli bat dekhoon ga k ek 24 saal k bandey ko 22 saal ki lerki babysit karey gi" I joked and she rolled her eyes.

"Tumhen nai...Rehmat ko mera matlab tha" She hurriedly corrected herself and I chuckled shaking my head.

"Chaliye sochoon ga....." I laid her down in the stroller and Aapa saighed deep in frustration.

"Mein ne soch liya hea already tumhen damagh kherch kerney ki mazeed koi zaroorat nai, samjhey!" she ordered and I remained quiet, being all helpless in front of her as always.

"Take care" she said and finally left the van, I stood there irritated, frustrated.

"Come on! lets go home and call that Shokhy bakri....once again" I stepped out of the va  and after giving few instructions to Haris I walked towards my car along with Rehmat, still feeling weak and dull.

Don't kill me for this :(please :-p

Just pray for Hussain...

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