He sits anxiously for the first time in his life in front of his younger sister- Aima and for the first time he was out of words.

He decided to finally see her. He had pushed her out of the hospital room and blocked her from pretty much everywhere. His thoughts stayed on her and he looked after her since he saw her for the first time in school a couple of years ago. She was 10 years younger than him.

"How do you know about me?" He finally asked gathering his courage

His sister smiles sweetly and he almost felt his heart melt, "You look like Amir Bhai (his twin)".

"So you saw me in the newspaper?"

Her sister smile fell, "T-The newspaper that mom saw. Actually, I saw the newspaper first and I said that's it's Amir Bhai and then mom took it and you know the rest".

"She died because of me".

His sister smiles sadly, "Elder can be wrong too".

"What do you mean?"

"You saved my friend a couple of years ago from a bad place. She told me she saw someone like Amir Bhai and I knew it was you".

"Why didn't you come to me before?"

"I am sorry". His sister said sadly, "Amir Bhai hates you. Mom poisoned his mind and he got angry when I said I was going to meet you a few times".

He clenched his hand, "Did he hit you?" She didn't speak which fumed him, "Did he?"

His sister nodded looking down with tears in her innocent eyes and he felt the burning sensation inside of him. But his eyes meet her eyes standing in a distance from them and she shakes her head and he took a deep breath.

"Guess mom innocent perfect boy isn't perfect after all".

"She knows it".

"What?"

"Mom knew before she died that she did wrong. She didn't dare to come back to you after all those years without looking like a person after your wealth".

"I don't believe it".

"Bhai, she told me about you. She saw the way Amir Bhai acted around us. He restrained me from any activities and my dream. He always tells me what to do and what not and he raises his hand on me. Mom saw it all. She told me to find you in her last days". She confessed, "But after mom died I tried and Amir Bhai found out and you know the rest".

He clenches his hands looking at his sister distraught state. He wishes he had reached her sooner.

"You are 23". He stated and she looks at him, "You are young and energetic, Aima. You have a whole world ahead of you and most importantly you have me. What is your dream?"

"You want to know about my dream?" His sister asked shocked

"Fortunately, our mother taught us how to treat a lady in the family or out of it. Woman have rights to their dreams and wishes, so tell me yours".

"Mom would be so proud of you, Bhai". His sister said genuinely and he felt a heavyweight lifted off him, "I want to become a teacher".

His eyes immediately turned to Sarah who looks at him and he nodded asking him to come forward.

"This is Sarah". He introduces, "My, um, secretary?"

Sarah rolls her eyes, "I am the only person who can tolerate him".

Aima giggles at her words so she spoke again, "I am a teacher or ex-teacher if you call it that".

"Why?" Aima asked confused

"Let's just say I was thrown out of the school I worked in and currently I am working under your annoying brother to build myself back". She said smiling, "I want to build a school even when I am older than you. I am still working towards my goals. You can still quit your degree and go for what you want".

Aima turned to him worried, "I can quit? What about Amir Bhai? He will kill me".

He snarled standing from his seat and his sister push herself back scared of him which break his heart. He walks closer to her bending on his knees taking her hand in his hand smiling at her.

"You have stayed with him long enough, Aima. You are old enough to take your decisions and I promise whatever decision you take, I will protect you and support you until the end".

"Pakka?" (Promise?)

"Pakka". He said smiling

Aima nodded meekly, "I don't want to stay in his house".

"Then stay with me".

"I can stay in your house?"

"It's our if you put it right".

Aima looks taken back as she mumbles lowly," C-Can I hug you?"

His eyes widen at her words registered with a nudge from his lady (Sarah), he nodded. His sister leap at him hugging him tightly and he felt the whole world initially stop and then he realised something as he wrapped his arms around his sister, he needed this. He needed someone to embrace him with his demon all along. He was never comforted in his life, this hug and smiles were what he needed.

He needed a family.

His eyes turned to look at Sarah who was grinning at him and he might just know who he wants to add to this family and start a new life with.

His sister moves back smiling at him looking around the house, "Your house looks dull".

"Guess who it resembles". She said and he narrows his eyes at her while she smirks something she must have learned from him

"You can change it however you want". He said taking his card out placing it in his sister's hand

His sister's eyes widen, "No. No. I can't do this".

"Yes. You can. I am your brother and I haven't been able to do anything for you for 23 years. Now, I want to, so feel free and take Sarah with you so she doesn't annoy me". He said smiling at his sister who giggles and he loves that sound

She rolls her eyes, "I am going to cook-".

"No". He shouted startling them, "I don't want to burn my house next".

"Don't insult me". She said huffing, "What do you want to eat, Aima?"

"Anything".

She sits on the bench in the garden after his sister went to the guest room which she will decorate soon to make it her room and for now she borrowed her brother's clothes reminds her of herself. She had to borrow his clothes when she first came in.

She chuckles.

"What's making you laugh all alone?" He asked sitting on the bench with a safe distance between them

"I remember when I first came in I wore your clothes too".

At least it's my thought that made you laugh. He thoughts

"They are in demand, I guess". He said with a smile, "I like sharing them with you both".

She smiles gently, "Thank you for everything you have done for me".

He waves his hand, "I don't need your thanks".

"Then what can I give you?"

He stopped.

He turns to look into her beautiful eyes as he tries his best to recognise the emotions that he feels in his heart.

"Yourself".

"What?"

"If you can and will". He said softly, "Then give me yourself".

"I-I don't understand".

He smiles slightly, "Baat hai toh bohat sedhi se". He moves a little closer, "Mujhe tum se ishq ho gaya hai woh jo Galib apni shayairi mai kahty the kuch usi tarha ka". Her cheeks turn pink, "Agar tumhari ijazat ho toh main tumhae apni zindagi ka hissa banana chahta hoon".

(What I said was straightforward) (I am in love with you. A love that Galib talks about in his poetry) (If you grant me permission, I want to make you part of my life)

"Mujhe kyun?" (Why me?)

"Kyun nahi? Sarah, sirf tum he ho jo ab tk mere sath ho. Jis nae bhi meri khani suni hai woh sub chale gaye mujhe chor k. Sirf tum ho jo us se pehle bhi mere sath thi aur us k baad bhi. Tum nahi toh phir koi bhi nahi hai mere liye". He smiles taking the ring from his pocket placing it on the bench, "And it was only you who managed to shout at me in the cafe and get away with it. I like your courage, care, sincerity and everything".

(Why not? Sarah, you are the only one who stayed with me. Everyone who heard my story left me. You are the only one who was there for me before knowing my story and even after. If not you then there is no one else for me)

Did he say cafe? She tried to remember and she finally realised this was the man she bumped into when she met Kubra.

"You won't ask about my first love and husband?"

"As long as I become your last, I don't care about them".

"Are you sure about that?" She teases

He rubs the back of his neck remembering the murder plans he made when he saw Rohan.

"Ok. Maybe not entirely. But if I have you beside me, I am good".

She smiles.

"If it's a yes, wear the ring tomorrow".

Then he went away.

She shakes her head looking at the ring wearing it. She didn't have any doubts about this man. His past was his past and she had no right to judge and speak about it. He obviously heard her mother accusation and he didn't belittle her and neither judge her.

Respect goes two way and they have shown it to each other.

Her mother.

She did die. The secret was out that Sarah wasn't dead and people had all sort of questions for her when she went home for the mourning. Her neighbour was the one who posted it online and she luckily saw the post.

She remembers the questions thrown at her. She just didn't have the power in her. But she didn't have to do much since he stood up for her and push them all out of her way so she can see her mother last night and speak to her.

She cried her heart out- just one last time over her mother. Her mother was in a place she was meant to go to someday and she prays she meets her father and finally find some peace.

Because she found her peace too in him.

"You are late. And you are fired--". His words stopped when his eyes fell on the ring, "Oh a second thought, I don't think I can fire my future wife that can be a dent on my proposal".

She laughs, "You are unique, Tauheed. Really unique".

"Only for you".

"You know what you are missing from your kitchen?" She said standing in the kitchen doorway watching her husband cooking

"What would that be, Meri Jaan?" (My life)

"Pickles. This place is empty without them".

He rolls his eyes at his dramatic wife and this is one of her charms he came to learn in a year of their marriage.

Yes, a year of this blissful life.

The journey was not easy. They have their horror, concerns and demons. But they were behind their back and they let them stay there. They have their mindset on one thing- they want this to work out.

His nightmare comes often from the day his mother abandoned him. He often screams at night and at first she didn't know what to do until she hugged him. She always hugs him whenever he wakes up screaming and begging his mother to stay.

While her heart hurts at times when she remembers her mother abandoning her. Though, she overcomes her fear of public places, crowds and more- the one that stayed behind was the pain from the scar.

Some pain and suffering never leave us. We have to learn to not let them overcome us and drag us down.

Which they learned together with their sessions to therapists. They only stopped going to the therapists when they felt more at peace and when they learned the way to handle their emotions.

They understand that pain was a part of their lives so was suffering, heartache and much more. They understand something more, that they are the only ones who can rise above them. Embrace them and move forward. Continue building their lives.

"You are exaggerating. My kitchen is perfect". He said placing the pasta in the oven

"Your kitchen is boring, Tauheed".

"You are saying that because I didn't allow you to renovate this place".

"So will you?" She asked excitedly

"No". He said deadpan not even falling for those adorable eyes he always fell for, "Now go on and do your work".

She groans walking away from the kitchen with a smile on her face. She didn't build her school as of now and her husband had never left the opportunity to suggest that he invest in it and she never leaves the opportunity to decline.

She finally found a person who was interested in investing in the building of the school. She does wish that she can bring in the students who cannot afford to pay and teach them. So, she was adding in that detail in the school.

Which reminds her that she was thinking of starting a service for the women and men who need a therapist but are not able to either afford it or are not confident to go to one.

"Overthinking, my lady?" He said sitting beside her on the couch with his hand on the back of her and she moves closer to him placing her head on his shoulder and he immediately wrapped his arms around her

"Yes".

"What about?"

"I was just thinking that now that my school was almost in action. I want to build a place for people to get free therapists session at".

He chuckles and she turns to him frowning, "Is what I suggested funny to you?"

"No. No. It's not". He surrenders not wanting to feel her wrath, "I may not have told you this before but the day I started rescuing women. I built a place for them to heal in. It's like a house which holds, I believe, everything they need and I have a connection with a therapist who visits there to help them".

She looks at him impressed, "Did I tell you how unique you are?"

"Not today".

"Well, you are very unique and I am happy that you are my husband".

"Yeh bataen k dil mai kitni jaga hai meri ap k?" (Tell me this instead how much place do I hold in you heart)

She thought for a moment until he nudges her playfully and she chuckles, "Poora dil he ap ka hai". (You have my whole heart)

He kissed her cheeks as she spoke, "You do your heart belong to?"

He smirks, "I am a devil and the devil's heart belongs to only one person in this universe". He leans closer to whisper, "You".

He said kissing her with everything he ever felt for her

From the first time when they cross paths in that cafe, to the rescue mission, to heartache and their healing. They found a blessing in disguise. They found each other when they were lost.

"You are fired, Mrs Sarah". He shouted looking at the file

She laughs that still have his heart melt as she walks to the door carelessly.

She turns around looking at him and his eyes meet her and she placed her hand on her stomach.

"I might just actually leave this time".

That was them.

Tauheed and Sarah.

***

*sighs sadly* they were amazing. I can't believe I am actually done with this story :(

And we are done. Or are we?

Bonus anyone?