Assalam-o-Alaikum!

There was no prologue or epilogue in the plot, but after reading EACH n EVERY comment and after getting all the feedback on the last chapter, I felt like few things left ambiguous;like life, death, love....sacrifice and above all the biggest confusion is about the concept of a "happy ending"

Those who asked why not a happy ending? for them my answer is: guys! this was a happy ending . you don't trust me? :-p okay then read the epilogue maybe you will trust Shehry himself ;) :-p

So here is the Epilogue.

Happy reading <3

THE CURE TO MY HEART

كُلُّ نَفْسٍ ذَآئِقَةُ الْمَوْتِ

Every soul will taste death.....

EPILOGUE...

Rabbir ham'huma kama Rabayani Sagheera...

It's been a whole year since my mother has left me and I still can't come out of the loss, coming here on her grave for some obvious reasons gives me solace and peace to my heart and ragged soul.

Ending my prayer I just sat near the grave with my knees bent into my tummy and arms securing them. Suddenly something interrupted my thoughts and I looked up into the direction of that specific grave which has been the center of my attention for last whole year.

He didn't come today....?

I thought to myself, with a frown on my forehead. In past one year I have seen him here on this exact time on that exact grave for everyday, except for those days I never come to my mother's grave.

My gaze once again lowered to the mud in front of my eyes and I started the recitation, mothers are the best thing ever happened to anyone then why God snatch them from us? Why? Why mothers have to die? They have to leave us when we need them the most......why?

My eyes were getting moistened once again. I felt movements and I looked up, finding the same man taking his last few steps towards the grave before he kneel down near it.

I don't know why it had become a routine, everyday coming here praying for Mom and then sitting on her grave just looking at that man, observing him.

He was the strangest mourner I had ever seen in my life; one who always smiles, who talks a lot recites less, and the one whom I had never seen shedding a tear on the grave.

He was indeed the strangest.....

Sometimes I want to know his story, I want to know who it was in the grave.... So today, I did something horribly immoral; getting up quietly from my Mom's grave I silently walked towards one nearer to the man's and sat down there pretending to be praying but in reality my thoughts were struck in him.

And definitely he didn't notice me, I think in past one year he has never noticed anything else than the grave.

He removed the half dried flower bunch and placed a fresh over the grave, unlike normal people he never brought white flowers rather his flowers used to be full of life....always red.

Was he Romeo? And was she Juliet in the grave?

"Yeah I know am late....now stop frowning" I heard him stating, I looked up a little and found him making a cute face with his gaze fixed on the grave and hands busy placing the flowers.

For him it wasn't a grave. Aren't we supposed to be sad over a grave? And silent? And teary?

"I have so much to do...apki terha bus yahan letey letey aram nai na kerna hota mein ne" he made a face.

"I had to get up in the morning myself, then made my own bed and get my Princess ready for school and above everything that idiot son of yours...." He was rolling his eyes as he kept on counting on his fingers. "he is a complete retard am telling you; who sleeps under the bed?" his eyes popped out as he stated.

"I have to look for him the whole damn night" he added, he wasn't looking anywhere else than the grave...as if she was actually listening to him, looking at him.

"pata nai keri maa udii soti ae bed de thaley" he jerked his head as he spoke in Punjabi...I had to look down and tried not to chuckle at his expressions.

"and in the morning God forbid, if I am in the washroom or anywhere but in the bed with him....he creates a racket in the house. seriously Heer! mein thak gaya hoon us ki shikayatein laga laga ker tum se. do something" he made a helpless face and i wonder, how could a dead person do anything for one who is still a live.

"trust me, thora khiska hua hea wo" he added in rather lower tone.

So the grave was of his wife....and he is left with a daughter and a son too. but he looked so young.

"yeah fine, I know you will never agree with me on this, it's been five years now that we are married and trust me kisi ek bat per bhi jo tum ne meri mani ho...huhn! Vaddi aai!" he jerked his head disapprovingly as his fingers played with the mud.

Was he fighting with her? Over her grave?

"Acha guess what!" the frown suddenly faded and he smiled broad as he sat rather comfortably with the grave, without least worried about the jeans he was wearing.

"okay don't guess, I know you suck at that. Mein he bata deta hoon" he boasted and then chuckled himself.

"Hum taaya taai ban'ney waley hen" he literally announced excitedly.

"So you don't have to get worried about Hussain and Maheen anymore" he stated with a simple smile as he winked mischievously, he looked happy.

"Han han khair Mubarak!" he replied. 

Replied??? Was she talking to him? How? She must be dead....how could he talk to her like a real alive person?

"but you were right you know, they proved to be the most laziest people ever" he rolled his eyes as he chuckled a little.

"I mean inney sal pata nai ki kerdey rae band kamrey vich, te hun gul khilaya ae....huhn! Lousy people"

"I tell you han! I have the shokhiest bakri in the whole world" he stated and I frowned; bakri? Must be his pet. But Wo ek bakri k bachon ka taya kesey ban sakta hea?

This man was strange so were the talking...but I had to admit they were equally interesting and attention grabbing.

I wanted to know his story.

How was Romeo and his Juliet get parted and why????

And then for long he just sat there talking to his wife, smiling chuckling sometimes laughter was heard too. I wonder if people would complain....

I was getting late, had to reach home before Dad gets hella worried. But a part of me wanted to be there listening to him, looking at him.

I wanted to talk to my Mom too.... But I never had smiled over her grave. I thought it was bad to smile or to chuckle standing in a graveyard. Was I wrong?

"Chal Heeriye! So ja hunn. or menoo dey ijazat" his fingers touched the grave's mud as he stated.

Heeriye??? I was right, she was his Juliet. Something stirred inside me, my urge of knowing his story was getting even deeper now.

He got up to leave when I quickly stood up to stop him....

Shehry's pov

People don't die when they stop breathing they die when they are forgotten.....

"You were right Heer! You were right...maybe that's why it never feels that you are no more with me maybe that's why I can feel you all around, because you can never be forgotten" I touched the mud over her grave, still after four years it felt like a yesterday when she was brought here.

Only if she didn't make me promise to smile...I would have cried a whole river here already.

But I don't know why, I never cried since she left.

Us ki soch, us ka nam aatey he aankhon mein aansoo ki jaga honto per muskurahat aa jati hea.

I can still feel her fingers over my lips stretching them into a smile....

"oye Heeriye! Je hun tu taai ban'ney wali ae te thora sudher ja samjhi! Jannat mein vi rola paya ae lagda ae." I disapprovingly stated, looking down at her and yes...she rolled her eyes, I so know her even today.

I looked down at my wrist watch it was time to go back home, Hussain and Maheen must be up by now and they would never have their breakfast without me.

"Chal fer Heeriye!so ja hun tu. te menoo dey Ijazat" I said and got up over my feet.

"Wo tera jung-joo puter uth gaya na, te sara New York sarak te ho ga, pata nai keri bandooq di goloiyan kha k jamma tha tu ne usey" I shook my head.

"Sarey New York k bachey bachaney paren ge mujhey us se. Sala ek number ka.....

"Okay okay, gali nai de ra yar. Don't scowl at me" I made a face, she must be throwing fiery daggers at me at the moment.

"but don't giggle han! Am serious. Shaheer is just too much, itney nakhrey? Allah meri tobah!" I touched my earlobes.

"Sherni chali gai...Sher nu chad gai merey wastey" I added and then chuckled a little myself.

For next few moments I just stood there over her grave staring down, as if she was there in front of my eyes, as if I would lean down and kiss her.

Exhaling deep I took a step back, my feet like every day felt heavy as if Heer was holding them, asking me to stay here a little more.

I looked at the tombstone and read :we meet to get parted and get parted to meet again!!!

yes we shall meet again..... 

"Dosen't matter am here or not Heeriye! Don't worry, you and I are always together" I blew a soft kiss down at her before walking back, my gaze was still on her and hers on me I know.

I started walking out from the grave yard when I felt footsteps at my back, I moved a little aside maybe I was blocking the way.

"Excuse me!" I felt that was for me, I halted in my tracks and turned to look finding a young boy standing there with expressions confused.

"Yeah?" Blinking my eyes I tried hard not to frown at him.

"Hi! Am Asad" he smiled a little, before stretching his hand towards me and I smiled back broadly as I shook hand with him. "Am Shehryar"

"Can i have a word with you?" he asked hesitantly and I nodded urging him to go ahead.

"Bahir chal ker bat Karen?" he asked and I raised my eyebrow.

"Q? yahan tumhen bhooton se dar lag raha hea?" I asked in a hushed tone and he smiled shaking his head, but the smile faded quickly from his face as he looked around.

"no but I can't talk here, it's a grave yard. One should not stand here and talk of world" he looked innocent as he stated and I just looked at his face for a while before a smile sprout out.

"Alright. Lets walk then" I suggested and we headed out from the place.

"My Mom dies a year back and I come here almost everyday" he stated and took a pause.

"May Allah grant her the highest, most beautiful place in heaven. Ameen" I lowly stated.

"You come here everyday, I look at you from my Mom's grave. You .... talk to the grave?" he asked, his tone hesitant still and I smiled to the ground before looking up at his face.

"I do"

"I talk to my wife, her name is Heer" I told him. "it's just that she is extremely talkative, chatter box. All the time loves to argue and fight with me. So that's all." I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't stay silent even on her grave. I don't want her to get bored here" I said and chuckled, but he stared my face blankly.

"But isn't she dead?" he asked confused and for a moment I said nothing.

"Why don't you talk to your mother?" I rather questioned.

"Because she is dead and she can't listen to me anymore" he replied and I shook my head.

"She can. She does" I stated firmly. "even if you don't say anything in words, she can listen to your heartbeats" I pointed my index to his chest and he frowned.

"People don't die when they stopped breathing, they die when they are forgotten" I repeated Heer's words and the frown faded from his face.

"You mean I can talk to my Mom?" his eyes sparkled at once and I smiled nodding my head. "she will listen to me?"

"You can talk to her, you can feel her trust me"

"And if you think sitting in a grave yard, talking or chuckling is a sin then I am the biggest sinner around globe" I stated. "in past four years the most I talked, is with my wife here on her grave" I added and he smiled.

"You really loved her" he remarked, his cheeks were a little reddish by now and I smiled.

"I still love her. Love is strange; it gets increasing with every breath you take." I said.

"And it never dies with death" I told him, looking into his eyes. "Love is immortal, never forget this"

"Like the love for your Mom can never die from your heart, right?" he nodded his head. "So if the love is alive then the person shall live too" I added and he smiled.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" I asked by the way as we both walked towards the parking area and he suddenly halted in his tracks looking at me with surprised blushed face.

"Am only 17" he stated and I chuckled loud.

"Shareef bachey ho werna aj kal to saat saal mein he muhabbatein shuroo ho jati hen, putter ji!" I patted his shoulder and he chuckled a little.

"It was really good talking to you Shehryar bhai!" he stated and I smiled."I can call you bhai, right?" he asked.

"O tussi uncle ke lo, pra ji ke lo...chacha ji ke lo. Koi tension ni" I replied carelessly and he laughed, as he took out his bicycle from out of the stand.

"Hey! And do give my salam to your Mom, next time you meet her, okay" I called out and he nodded smiling.

"For sure, she would love meeting you" he called back and I smiled. He rode away with a broad satisfied smile on his face and I exhaled deep.

Ye maut bhi najaney kitney dilon ko be-sakoon ker deti hea.... Kitney betey, kitni he betiyon ki aankhon mein aansoo le aati hea.

Per maut, meri Heer ko us k Ranjhey se juda nai ker pai. Wo door reh ker bhi pas hea merey.

Hawa mein khushboo k jesey, mehsoos hoti hea bus dikhti nai.

"Itni muhabbat kerety ho aj bhi apni Heer se?" a voice broke me out from my thoughts and I turned around, finding her standing there holding two bunches of flowers; a white one and a pink.

"Ayesha?" it slipped from my lips and she smiled a little. Wasn't she out of country?

"kisi ki batein sun'na wo bhi chup ker, buri bat hea" I made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"yun parking lot mein kharey ho ker muhabbat ka oonchi oonchi awaz mein aelaan kerna to bara sharafat ka kam hea, right?" she fire back sarcarsitacally, holding her smile and I jerked my head.

Was I that loud?

"apni bivi se aelaan-e-muhabbat ker raha tha.or wo mein kaheen per bhi kisi bhi waqt ker sakta hoon" I stated and she smiled at my confidence.

"But what are you doing here?" I asked, realizing the next moment it was a dumb question.

"mein bhooton per research ker rai hoon" she retorted and I rolled my eyes.

"then you shouldn't have come here in the graveyard, insaan he sab se barey bhoot hen aj kal"

"Ahan! You mean I should do my research on you?" she pointed her index on me and I chuckled sarcastically.

"Don't even think, mujh per jitni research honi thi, ho gai" I stated and she shook her head.

"Even after all these years, you are still boastful and high on yourself Shehryar Asif!" she complained faking a smile and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Perfection never changes Dr. Ayesha Qadir!"

She smiled at my response shaking her head as if was accepting her defeat and I smiled too.

"Why two?" I looked down at the flowers and he smile faded as she blinked her eyes.

"For my sisters" she stated lowly, looking down at the flowers. "Khadija liked pink flowers" I couldn't see her eyes but I could feel the moisture already.

"Am sorry for the loss" I stated and she looked up.

"We all have lost a part of ourselves Shehryar! A part of our heart, our soul, part of our happy memories" she said thoughtfully as if she wasn't mentally here anymore. "but I guess you have lost the most" she added and I shook my head.

"I have lost nothing Ayesha!"

"but you said Heer was your everything and every other thing was secondary in front of her, no?" she asked and I smiled a little down at my car keys.

"kia tum khush ho?" she asked as I remained silent and I looked up at her face, a frown was there on her forehead.

"Buhat khush hoon" I replied.

"Kesey khush ho saktey ho tum? Kesey muskura saktey ho tum? Kia tumhen wo yaad nai aati? Kia tumhen dard nai hota Shehryar" she asked breathlessly with her eyes turning glassy.

"yad q aaye gi jab bhoolti he nai wo" I smiled to myself looking into the space, as if I was looking at her, as if she was looking at me.

"Dard nai hota, wo her dard mita gai mera Ayesha! Heer had cured every wound I ever had, she had cured my heart my soul before parting"

"I feel her eyes looking deep into mine and reminding me....not to weep, not to cry but smile" my tone getting lower as I started drowning in to Heer.

I looked around, the air felt so serene and pleasant. I inhaled deep shutting my eyes. "I can still feel her fingers over my lips stretching them into a broad wide smile. Wo mujhey roney nai deti Ayesha....." I opened my eyes slowly finding a tear rolling down her cheek and I looked away from her face.

"na mein Heer ko samajh pai thi na tumhen samajh pa rai hoon" she stated almost to herself and I smiled at her confused expressions.

"you are right, not everyone understood Heer. And not everybody understand me now' I said.

"Q itna dard berdasht kiya us ne? wo q mar gai? wo kesi muhabbat kerti thi mujh se? ye sab batein bus mera dil samajhta hea. Jahan wo aj bi rehti hea" I added quietly.

I took a step towards her and rested my hand over her shoulder; a few tears were there on her face.

"mein khush hoon kun k Heer chahti thi mein khush rahoon. Tum bhi khush raha karo Ayesha. Khadija bhi yei chahti ho gi" she blinked her eyes letting a fresh tear rolled down, I pulled back as she she looked down at the flowers.

"Not everybody is as brave as Heer was, as you are" she smiled, a sad grim smile.

"Heer kehti thi k maut juda nai kerti, maut insane ko kamzor nai kerti. maut to bahadur bana deti hea....buhat kuch sikha deti hea, her death has made me stronger Ayesha! Trust me. It has made me a better father, a better Muslim and better human being....

"A better lover as well?" she asked mischievously and I raised my eyebrow.

"Nai wo to mein hamesha ka he behtreen hoon, A perfect lover" I boasted and she chuckled, wiping her cheeks.

"Heer is lucky then" she smiled.

"Am luckier' I replied.

"but if am not going to be at home in next 15 minutes then God knows where my luck would land me" I looked down at my wrist watch and made a horrified face.

"So farewell fair lady!" I bowed down a little, she chuckled waving me a good bye as I almost ran towards my car parked nearby and drove out coming on the wide road.

Raanjhan dhoondan mein chaliya

Ranjhan milya nayee

Jigra vich agan laga ke, Rabba

Lakeera vich likh di

Judaaaiii......

I chuckled a little as the voice rang out from the Fm; it means everybody knows about our judaaiii. I shook my head as I pressed the button in the middle and the window came rolling down, air caressed my face.

Her jagha tum hi to ho Heer....

Yahan tak k ab to Fm k gaano mein bhi tumhari batein hen. I looked out from the window, moving a hand through my hair I tried to keep them in place as the tuft over my forehead swayed.

Yun aas pass rehti ho merey jesey koi khoobsurat sa ahsas, jesey honto per aai be ikhtiyar si hasi, jesey merey dil ka sakoon.

HUSSAIN'S POV

"Hussain! Is Shehry back?" Maheen asked as she tied her hair up into a bun and I shook my head.

"Shaheer uth gaya to?" she looked at me horrified.

"To sara muhalla sr per utha le ga" I said.

"wesey practice achi ho rai hea hamari. Kal ko hamara bacha bhi Shaheer jesa Halakoo khan nikla to bus.....' I added and she chuckled.

"Shehry bhi na...." Maheen shook his head disapprovingly as she held my wrist and looked at my wrist watch.

"Shehry ko nai dekhey ga na to itna chilaaye ga Daddy Daddy ker k, kan phar daley ga mery" I shook my head.

"And its almost 9 okay, he must be getting up anytime soon. So get ready darling" she pulled my cheek warning me and I smiled getting up.

"Trust me he is the carbon copy of Shehry's childhood" I told her, walking out from the room.

"Seriously? Was Shehry that of a thing?" she asked surprised and I nodded.

"Don't even ask, he was a master blaster" I said and she giggled.

"Aflatoon bap ki Halakoo aulad he nikalni hea" I added.

"han or tum kesey thy?" she asked looking at me and I smiled before snaking my arms in her waist. She kept her palms over my chest.

"I was the cutest, most innocent soul" I boasted sweetly and she giggled.

"I know" she pulled up a little and pecked my lips swiftly before turning to leave.

"kahan chaleen madam! Itni jaldi mein na raha karo...." I pulled her back into me and she gasped, looking at me wide eyed as I leaned in towards her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked trying to hold me in place.

"Ending nicely what you started" I replied and her cheeks turned red, as I tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers.

"Hussain!" it wasn't even a few seconds when she pushed me back a little and I frowned.

"You should better check on Shaheer"

"I am checking on my own kid" I made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"This is how you check?"

"This is the best way I know" I replied and she giggled shaking her head.

I was about to say something when a loud sound crashed on to our ears, like a crane was bumped with the side wall or something. Maheen's eyes widened as she made a face and we both screamed together...."Shaheer!"

Running towards Shehry's room, I slowly turned the knob and looked inside, the curtains were still drawn and Shaheer was in the bed, under the quilt stretching his arms a little.

"God! He is awakening okay. Hussain ye buhat roey ga Shehry ko na dekha to" Maheen tugged on my arm and I silently walked into the room.

"Ch! Hussain! Come back" Maheen called me in a hushed tone but I turned my head and asked her to hush up. "Sshhhh!"

"You will wake him up" she warned me in the same tone and I blew a kiss towards her.

"No worries when Hussain is here" I boasted and she rolled her eyes.

I looked back at Shaheer.

"Daddddyy!" he stretched his arm on the bed trying to find Shehry, his eyes still shut as he groaned in a sleepy voice. I quietly tip toed towards the bed and silently laid inside the quilt turning my face away from him.

"Daddy!" he called again but then he turned and in finding me, wrapped his arm around my waist with his leg all over mine.

I swear I wasn't even breathing at the moment or else this halakoo khan would know I was not his idiot Daddy.

I held his hand in mine, he slept peacefully once again as I felt his warm and calm breaths against my back. I looked at Maheen standing in the door frame, I could see her in tears already. I pressed a smile and she wiped her cheeks smiling back.

SHEHRY'S POV

Reaching home, I quickly parked my car and stepped out. It was already 9 and I knew Shaheer must be wrecking everything in home. I don't know why he was so fussy; he is already four but still he freaks out if am not around for even a minute.

"Is ne mujhey kisi kam ka nai chorna" I shook my head disapprovingly as I unlocked the front door and stepped in.

I walked towards the lounge. "itni khamoshi? Khuda khair karey"

"Aaaaa gaya tu?" Hussain faked a smile as he saw me entering into the lounge, his fist was kept over his waist as he glared at me and I smiled cheekily.

"Kithey ae mera Sher?" I asked and Hussain shook his head giving me a disapproving look.

"tu janta hea Shehry wo subha uthtey he teri ye manhoos boothi dekhta hea, q chala jata hea tu phir bachey ko chor ker?" he scolded me. "bacha hea wo, he needs you the most. You should be a little more careful towards him man!" he added in the same disapproval.

I moved a hand through my hair as I walked towards the room and saw Maheen coming out from the kitchen.

"How was Heer Shehry?" she smiled.

"Perfect as always" I showed her thumbs up and Hussain rolled his eyes.

"or wo tum dono ko tumhari is susti k liye mubarakbad de rai thi" I stated casually, Hussain glared at me while Maheen giggled keeping few platters over the table.

"Saley! Wahan ja ker hamari buraiyan kerta hea tu bhabi se?" he stated grumpily and I chuckled.

"she knows you and your susti already Hussain!" I retorted and then walked towards my room, stopping in the door frame I looked inside, the bed was empty he was nowhere to be seen.

"Shaheer!" I stepped inside and felt the curtains moved a little, I smiled catching sight of his little feet there behind the curtains.

"Where is Shaheer?" I talked to myself pretending I didn't know where he was. "ch! Where has he gone? Kahan dhoondoon ub?" the curtains moved a little more as he could here my footsteps.

"hm... I guess he is under the bed again" I stated loud and the curtain stirred.

"oh! He is not here" I gaped pretending surprised and grim.

"well, then I think I have to give this toy to somebody else" I made a face thinking he would definitely come out now but he didn't.

Hmmm ziada he mood off hea. I thought and walking towards the curtains I moved it a little aside, finding him standing there with his arms at back as if he was hiding something.

I kneel down in front of him. "naraz ho daddy se?" I asked, he frowned with a pout and refused to look at my face.

Sala bana banaya Maa hea.

"Dady has to go somewhere son! Am sorry" I pouted touching my ears and he looked at my face sideways.

"Am not talking to you" he stated grumpily.

"but I was there with you when you...

"it was Sain Chachoo, it wasn't you" he cut me in the middle with a pout, his eyes moistening and I smiled exhaling as I held his shoulders.

"Acha am sorry! Don't cry okay" a fat tear rolled down his apple red cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

"mein ni bat kerta ap se" he again looked away from my face as he stated firmly, with a pout still over his lips. "ap gandey hen" he added and I smiled at his expressions.

"Han wo Faraan ki behen hea na choti Namal. Wo bhi yei keh rai thi k Shehry uncle uncle gandey hen" I stated making a puppy face and he looked at me.

"Us ne aesa kaha?" Shaheer asked frowning and I hide my smile nodding my head.

"mein nai kheloon ga us k sath ub" Shaheer quickly turned the tables and I chuckled. "I won't let her play with my toys now. Wo gandi hea" he stated cutely and I shook my head.

"Or daddy?" I asked and he looked up at my face with a frown.

"Achey" he smiled stating and kissed my cheek swiftly, I smiled back ruffling his hair.

"okay now, show me whats in your hands" I asked trying to divert his attention but he shook his head.

"not for you" he stated and I pouted.

"Then Daddy will cry" I stated mimicking his tone and he thought for a moment before pulling out his hands from the back and I looked down, it was a paper and a few crayons were fisted in the other hand.

"what is it?" I sat crossed legged in front of him, as I held the paper and looked at the drawing he had made.

"That's me" he pointed at a thing he made and I smiled.

"Amazing son! Tu to artist hea" I kissed his cheek stating excitedly though I didn't get what it was. He smiled wide.

"and this is m....

"I know" I cut him in the middle. "this is a monkey, right?" I snapped my fingers as I guess with the most idiotic widest grin on my face but his smile faded and a pout appeared.

"That's Mummy" he stated complaining and for a moment I wanted to burst up into a gwaf but with extreme difficulty I controlled my self.

"Oh wow! Just perfect.....I knew it, its Mummy. Come on I was kidding, this is definitely Mummy" I tried to make up.

"But you know what, Mummy doesn't like pink" I made a face but he frowned. "No, she likes pink"

"She was in pink when I saw her last night" he simply stated batting his eyelashes, and the smile faded from my face.

"You saw her?" I asked looking into his eyes, so like his mother.

"It's unfair, she never comes to me son!" I stated with a grim smile and he smacked his little palm over his forehead cutely.

"Mummy can only come to me Daddy! wo siraf bachon k pas aati hen" he stated like I was a dumb didn't know this fact and I smiled, moving his palm down I kissed his forehead.

"But don't worry when she will come tonight, I will wake you up too. Okay?" he asked innocently and I nodded my head, my vision got a little blur as a tear wanted to escape.

But Shaheer dropped the crayons and raised his hands up to my face, with his index fingers he touched the corner of my lips and stretched them.

My heart skipped a beat as I smiled and pulled him into my self, hugging him tight. That stubborn tear escaped the corner of my eye as I shut my eyes inhaling his scent, getting lost into him.

He was so like her, like his mother; his smile, his tantrums, his frown even the pouts every single thing reminds me of Heer. Hugging him was like hugging Heer, comforting and peaceful, giving solace to my heart.

Shaid isi liye ek ajeeb si muhabbat thi mujhey Shaheer se. aesi muhabbat jo mein bayan nai ker sakta tha. Shaid junoon tha....aashiqi thi, jo Heer chor gai thi us k ander merey liye.

Jo kehtey hen tum marr gai ho...ghalat kehtey.

Jo kehtey hen tum mujhey chor ker chali gai ho...jhoot boltey hen

wo ek bar merey dil k ander jhank ker kun nai dekhtey. Tum hi to ho, her dharkan mein her sans mein meri.

Finding you, loving you... was the best thing ever happened to me Heer. And with your death I didnt loose anything, you are here....I know you are.

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okay this epilogue was a complete sudden decision for all of you, so I can only hope that I did justice and those who were sad are now a lil happy :) are you? 

And let me thank you all awesome readers for making TCTMH such a likable story :) trust me it was YOU not ME. So thanks a lot for making this time, this journey so much memorable for me, I can not even forget a single comment you all ever did :) and those who did not comment well...I love you all too :* 

Okay now i need something from alllllllll of you; a word or a sentence or a paragraph or an essay :-p :D lollxxx anything whatever comes first ;)  :

About TCTMH: 

About the couples:

About our very own Heer n Ranjha <3: 

last but not least About ME :-p ;) :D 

And now lemme sit back and absorb the fact that THERE IS GOING TO BE NO MORE TCTMH WALI UPDATES :( :( :( </3 #heartbreak 

but don't worry and SMILE as Heer said ;)

Love you all <3

stay blessed :*