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Chapter 7.17. Hum Kahan Chal Diye

Last past part guys...

Shehry's POV

"Mom! next time when you will be visiting us, you will find Hussain with his paainchey till his knees and his daarhi longer than Dumbledore, tugged in his shalwar" I remarked quiet seriously, Maha laughed while I rolled my eyes and Mom gave me a disapproving look.

"I am serious. I am telling you Mom! they are preparing a truck. After a good brain wash they will fill them all in that truck and send them to Afghanistan"

"Haye haye Allah na karey Shehry! fazool bat mat karo" Mom literally gasped as I claimed. Hussain was sitting all silent, with Maha sitting on his leg, he was caressing her hair softly pretending as if he wasn't listening to us.

"To or kia Mom! shave nai ker raha, guitar tor diya, apni pictures urra deen her jaga se more over he is on a total boycott with all the social networking sites. Fans ko requests ker raha hea k is ki videos and pics delete ker den. Where else he is heading to? TRUCK!!!" I stated all firmly and Mom just looked between me and Hussain with extreme worry in her face.

"Gul has been trying to contact him for all these days mager nai. Na phone attend kerta hea, na milta hea us se, I don't know why he is blaming himself for everything?" I stated disapprovingly.

"Jo bhi hua us mein mana tumhara qasoor tha beta! mager Tehreem...

"Mom please!" Hussain cut her through, uneasiness there on his face. "Its not about what has happened with me or Tehreem. its far worse than that, its even graver Mom! why don't you people understand!" he exclaimed looking at both of us. "ye sab jo ho raha hea ye us ek ghalti ki waja se nai hea Mom! ye un tamam amaal ki saza hea jo aj tak kiye hen mein ne, Tehreem se milna ye sab hona to ek bahana tha... I had to realize what I was doing and I have realized. ap log nai samjhen ge kis kis bat ki nadamat hea mujhey, afsos hea shermindgi hea....

He stopped, shaking his head as he seemed worried all of a sudden.

"Are you trying to say that you have been doing everything wrong in life? You are a sinner, you hvaen't done even a single good deed? Q khud per ye sab thop raha hea tu Hussain! kun zaberdasti khud se naraz hea?" I was at the verge of bursting up in rage and frustration when Mom looked at em and softly gestured me to be polite with him. I rolled my eyes leaning back in the couch.

"Hussain beta?" Mom softly uttered, he looked at her face with a tired expression. "deen ki taraf raghib hona ghalat nai mager duniya chor dena ghalat hea"

"Duniya kahan chori hea Mom! am still here in this worldly place, caught up badly in this world" he said, his gaze once again lowered to Maha's hair.

"Living in this world isn't the problem Mom! loving this world is" he further added. "or mein ne sari umer bus duniya se muhabbat ki hea, cheezon k peechey dorta raha, insaan se muhabbat bhi duniya k liye he ki mein ne" he shook his head a little as he carried on. Mom looked at me, I gave her a dekha? Mein ne kaha tha na, apka beta khisak gaya hea wali look.

"to kia duniya chor do ge? Allah ne ye kaha hea k duniya chor charr jungle mein nikal jao?" Mom's temperament was shooting and it was a bad omen.

"Sain bhai! I will go with you, we will do camping and lit fire and we will fish too. It will be fun" Maha chimed excitedly and Hussain pressed a smile.

"han han or jab aaye ga na jungle reech to khilana usey wo machliyan or sulana usey camp mein apni goad mein" I retorted, Maha made a face sticking her tongue out at me while Hussain kept quiet.

"What do you want Hussain? why do you want to leave now? Kahan jao ge beta?" Mom asked, holding his hand and he clearly seemed frustrated.

"Mom! you stop worrying okay. Am fine, I just... "he stopped as if finding right words. "Am just finding myself, I want to know who I am, what am for... khud ko dhoondna chahta hoon Mom! khud se milna chahta hoon. Jis din talaash mukamal ho gai sukoon bhi aa jaye ga"

"yahan reh ker nai dhooond sakta tu? Hum ne almari mein band ker k rakha hua hea tujhey Saley! Bus ye keh k hum sab burey lagne lage hen tujhey, door jana chahta hea tu hum se" I jerked my head, looking away as he shook his head defensively.

"Mom! shadi karaen ap Shehry ki, damagh kharab ho gaya hea is ka" Hussain tried to change the topic.

"Salma bhabi se bat hui thi us din, pooch rahi theen buhat tumhara. Asif keh rahe hen k shadi ki date decide ker leni chaiye ub" Mom told us.

"I won't marry, not any time soon Mom!" I announced and she frowned.

"Ub tumhen kia hua?"

"Is ko bol den k jab ye bandey da putter nai banta mein shadi nai karoon ga"

"yar ajeeb bat ker raha hea tu. mujh se teri shadi ka kia taluq? Mein dulhan nai hoon teri" Hussain countered and Maha chuckled.

"Get a dulhan for yourself and I will get married the next day" I claimed all firmly and he got up from the couch, anger suddenly spread across his face.

"agar ye shert hea teri to kawara phir sari umer" he snapped before leaving the lounge.

"Ya Allah! Mein kia karoon is lerkey ka" Mom literally grabbed her head in her hands. Heaving up a sigh I moved forward and knelt down in front of her holding her hands I pulled them down. She looked up at me.

"He will be okay Mom! he has been through a lot we all know this, maybe he needs a little more time in getting normal" I stated, she seemed uncertain.

"per jis rastey per wo chal para hea, whan se wapsi mumkin nai Shehry! kaheen wo koi intihaai qadam na utha bethey... kaheen

"Mom!" I rubbed her cold hands trying to calm her down. "wo rasta Allah ka rasta hea. Hussain kuch ghalat nai karey ga. Trust me" I looked into her eyes, she looked worried, tired.

Hussain's POV

"tu Raheem hea per tu Kahar bhi hea. Tu Rehman hea Ghafoor hea mager tu Jabbar bhi hea. Nauman bhai kehtey hen k tu samander k pani jitney gunah bhi maf ker deta hea, phir mera gunah kia itna bara tha k mujhy mafi nai mil sakti?"

"or agar tu ne maaf ker diya hea to sakoon kun nai merey dil ko? Kun becheni hea her waqt, mayoosi hea...."

My head hung low, my gaze blur fixed down at my palms raised up to my face.

I dunno how long I just sat there on the prayer mat, ignoring the pain in my knees the ache inside my chest was worse than that.

"whatever am going to do today please! Be with me. Help me, I can not take a single step without your help, Ya Allah! Guide me and show me the right way"

"I know your mercy is far greater than my sins"

Folding the mat I got up and placed it on the foot of the bed. My bag was placed open on my side of the bed.

A few months back I got my subscription to his website where I got access to all of his teachings; lectures, documents, videos and different Quranic series. At first my head spun at the mere sight of all that but then I remembered what he told me; I had to go slow, I didn't have to rush with things.

But I don't know why there was this strange sense of urgency in me, my heart wasn't at peace and mind and thought always wayward. I couldn't find solace anywhere accept listening to him, accept pondering over what he said and then trying ti implement.

Wo kehtey hen namaz mein insaan Rabb se kalam kerta hea, or dua bandey ki Rab se guftogoo ka nam hea mager mein kun nai ker pata Rabb se bat? Q meri namazein khali si hen, adhoori si dua'en.... Bus aansoo behty hen, alfaz halaq mein jam jatey hen.

I looked down at the Quran, at least I had started reading that I was trying to understand what I had read long ago without any understanding any comprehension of those words sent from Allah.

Q hum bus apney bachon ko quran ratwatey hen? Q hum hamesha is race mein lage rehty hen k hamara bacha pehley Quran khatam ker le...... hum Quran sikhaty nai hen bus perhate hen.

Kash mein ne Quran seekha hota, to shaid aj zindagi itni be-maqsad na hoti, itni khali itni khokhli na hoti.

Keeping it back on the table I threw a few more shirts in the bag and zipped it up with a deep breath I stood up straight with my hands on my waist, I looked around the room.

Shehry was fast asleep in the bed over his stomach, his mouth partly open and those infamous little snoring sounds were coming out of his throat making me realize I was so used to of all that; his presence, his affection, his scoldings and above all the life in Shehry was just too powerful... too powerful to suck any sorrow from my heart and soul but things had changed ever since I was changing, that chaos inside me was ruining him as well, he wasn't even getting married because of me...

Mein aese nai dekh sakta Shehry ko. Mujhey chale jana chaiye.

All of a sudden my heart swelled up in pain, an over whelming emotion burning in my throat going deep to my heart and slowly ozzing out from my eyes.

I gulped the lump down, I wanted to cry hard, dil ker raha tha Shehry k galey lag ker itna ro'oon k dil ka sara bojh uter jaye, koi dard na rahe koi uljhan na rahe.

I don't know when am going to see him again, hug him again I don't know when I will hearing his voice those stupid jokes.... Life was uncertain. Leaving a note near his pillow under his phone I stood up straight held my bag and with my gaze still firm on him I stepped out from the room.

I know You didn't bring me this far to abandon me Ya Allah! there is something... just show me the right path and take me there where You want to see me.

Tehreem's POV

"kis se pooch ker tum ne ye herkat ki? Ek bar bhi apni bivi k barey mein nai socha? Mein soch bhi nai sakta tha meri aulaad ye ker sakti hea" Chacha shouted as he jerked Arsalan's collars off his grip.

My gaze was fixed on Arsalan and the woman standing next to her, calm and unbothered as if she had no idea what she had done to me.

"I can no more live with her Mom! its better we should get on our separate paths"

"Arsalan! Tumhara damagh to nai kharab ho gaya. kia aol fol bak rahe ho?" Chacha snapped angrily, I just sat there on the sofa numb, cold. Chachi was holding my hand rubbing it softly.

"miyan bivi mein to ikhtilafat ho jatey hen beta is ka matlab ye nai...

"Mom! koi ikhtilafaat nai hen. Hum nai reh saktey sath and that's it" Arsalan cut her through. I felt something drowning deep inside my stomach. "I have decided to divorce her" Chachi gasped in shock.

I looked up at his face there was no emotion, flat and pain.

"He is right Chachi! Humein alag ho jana chaiye" I said as plainly as I could holding every tear in my eyes.

"Tehreem! khaberdaar jo tum ne aesi koi bat ki, tum himmat nai haro gi beta! tum is ghar ki ronaq ho, hamari bachi ho tum" I looked at her, eyes moistened and face tensed.

"tum talaq do ge mager Tehreem ko nai. Isey" Chacha pointed at the woman who frowned hard at him, she was holding Arsalan's hand with all the right and to be honest I didn't feel bad.

Bura to tab lagta na jab wo hath kabhi mein ne thama hota, Arsalan to kabhi merey thy he nai phir kesa dukh? Kesa afsos?

"Dad! mein ne shadi ker li hea or Laiba yaheen rahe gi merey sath...

"Khamosh! Badtameez!"

I held my gasp, covering my mouth with my palm as chacha slapped him hard and his face hung to one side.

"Bus kijiye ap log. Uncle! Mein or Arsalan muhabbat kerty hen ek doosry se, or aj se nai kerty, is aurat k hamarey beech aane se buhat pehley ki hea ye muhabbat. But Arsalan never told you people" Laiba spoke, holding Arsalan's hand even tighter now and Chacha Chachi just gawked at his face in disbelief.

"Kia apko apney bety ki khushi azeez nai?" she further added and was about to speak more when Chacha raised his palm up gesturing her to stop.

"Arsalan! Kia tum ne bataya hea apni doosri bivi ko k tum baap ban'ney waley ho?" my heart dropped down in my tummy, a sudden gush of pain spread inside and I gulped hard.

"janti hoon mein" Laiba dryly remarked and I looked at her face in horror, disbelief. Arsalan refused to face me....

"Arslana! Allah ki rehmat hoti hea Tehreem jesi bivi or tum...

"Mom please! Please hath jorrta hoon apk samney bus ker den" he literally clasped his palms in front of her.

"mujhey na bataen kitni Allah wali hea ye. Allah waley yun chup chup ker na jaiz ishq nai laraty. Pata nai ye bacha bhi mera hea ya phir...."

"Arsalan!!!!bakwaas band karo apni" Chacha grabbed his collars, words stabbed me; my heart my soul. Itni nafrat? Itni kerwahat????

"Tehreem! meri bachi! Tum na dil per lo...

I shook my head, pulling my hand out from her grip as I got up. those tears I was holding up till now, rolled down my eyes to my cheeks soaking my face and soul...

Koi waja nai rahi yahan rehney ki.... Mera wajood bojh hea is shaks per, mera bacha bojh hea is per.

I locked myself in the room and cried my heart out, I wish with tears my pain could flew out and lessen but it just kept on increasing.

Mein bad-dua deti hoon tumhen. Tum kabhi khush nai raho ge Hussain! tum ro ge terpo ge mager mera Rabb tumhen maaf nai kare ga.

I just cried with my knees bent into my tummy and face hidden in my palms. Jo doosron ko bud-dua detey hen Tehreem wo khud bhi kabhi khush nai reh patey.

"dard ho raha hea na?" suddenly a voice startled me and I looked up, there was nobody.... Hussain?

"kal tum ne mujh per tohamat lagai thi aj tum per tohmat lagi hea... dard ho raha hea na Tehreem?" I got up over my feet; trembling and heart shivering as his voice filled the surrounding and my feet backed off as I looked around there was nobody.

Tum jhooty ho la-deen ho.

Tum la-deen ho

Jhooty ho.....

"Stop itttt!!!!" Words banged inside my head, seething bitterness and pain. I covered my ears with my palms and shut my eyes firm trying to ignore the voices but they just went louder and louder.

Kal mein ne Hussain ko apni zindagi se nikal phenka tha aj mujhey koi apni zindagi se nikal raha hea.

Kia tumhen bhi itna he dard hua tha Hussain?

or shaid wo dard aj bhi hea, tabhi mera Rabb mujh se naraz hea.... resting my head back with the wall a whimper let out of my mouth, I cried letting the tears and pain flow out of my heart.

Waleed's POV

"So you actually let her go?" Sarim asked dumbfounded as I told my idiot friends about Gul.

"So even in love matters, Mr. selfless social worker showed his infamous generosity and let the girl go with his raqeeb" Madiha stated all dramatically and I shook my head with a chuckle as I kept my juice on the counter.

"You people won't understand okay, she wanted time and space... wo apne doston k liye kuch kerna chahti hea, and I found that totally okay. that's why I didn't push her into any commitment" I explained and they just gave me a you-are-an-idiot wali look.

"but still Waleed! You finally found someone man! After all those years when we thought sada yaar gay hea, you finally found a girl and you lost her on the same day you found her?" Roy remarked mockingly and I rolled my eyes.

"tu apni sharab per concentrate ker Saley!" I pointed at the glass of bear in his hand and he boastfully clinked it with mine, with a wink he gulped the whole thing down his throat.

"teri Kali mataa tujhey kuch nai kehti aese peeta hea tu harami! Sarim smacked his head and he chuckled.

"kali mata ka pata nai per meri maata nu lag gaya na pata te fer meri khair ni serkar!" Roy remarked and we all laughed at his acting. We all knew in out whole group he was the only sharabi plus a total pervert who was afraid of nobody...apne baap se bhi nai derta tha sala.

"Hey! Let me go... don't you dare touch me you understand!" suddenly a loud voice grabbed our attention and we all turned, finding a man half sitting half falling from the stool near the counter, he was holding a glass of vine I guess.... us ki halat bata rahi thi kuch ziada he pee rakhi thi us ne.

"Sir! You need to come with us please" the person in uniform, stated ardently. I recognized him he was John the assistant manager of the club.

"hath mat lagana mujhey....aag laga doon ga her cheez ko. Samjhey" the drunk man pulled his hand out from his grip and threw the glass hard on the floor which went crashing down into a thousand crystals. The music suddenly stopped and almost everybody started to look at them.

"call security" John gestured somebody.

"Arey tu kia bulaye ga security ko.... Mein terey baap se bhi nai derta" he got up from the stool, his feet dis balanced , I walked up to him.

"Waleed yar! Chor na... where are you going?" Roy tried to stop me when I gestured them to wait.

"or tu janta hea mein kun nai derta?" he asked John in the drunk tone. "kun k am left with nothing" he suddenly burst into a gwaf, an empty laughter. 

"I have nothing to lose bro! nothing. Tehreem bhi chali gai, muhabbat bhi chali gai... bus saansen bachi hen wo bhi le lo" he was about to fall down when I quickly held him in place but he jerked my hands off his arms as he looked at me with his eyeballs going up and blood streaming in his orbs.

"don't touch me. you don't know who I am" he pointed his index on my chest, I saw the security guards moving the crowd aside and walking towards the man.

"mein Ibraheem hoon Ibraheem samjhey! Ibraheem Khawar Randhawa...."

He announced still in his talli mode and for a moment I felt I heard it wrong. But before I could ask him again, his body came crashing down in my arms and his head hung low at one side.

Ibraheem???

Gul's POV

My phone beeped once more and I ignored it plus ignoring those glares from Khala.

"Why are you ignoring him Gul! If you don't want to talk to him simply tell him, whats the point of not picking his calls?" she finally spoke and I rolled my eyes.

"wesey Waleed is a decent boy, I really liked him Gul!"

"Khaloo! Samjhaen apni bivi ko, is umer mein shadi shuda hotey hue kisi ghair aadmi k khuwab dekhna, tareefen kerna gunnah hea" I addressed Khaloo who shook his head disapprovingly means this time even he was in khala's team? Shitt!!! That's bad!!!

I looked between them, the glare on their faces stopped me from any more silly jokes.

"Gul beta! kab tak tum Ibraheem or Hussain k liye aesey kerti raho gi. Un dono ki laraai mein kia apni zindagi kharab karo gi tum? Waleed se acha lerka kahan miley ga, batao?" Khaloo stated.

"Khaloo! I have to find him, Ibraheem is missing even Aunty doesn't know where is....

His raised eyebrow those arms crossed over his torso and that don't give me crap wali look made me shut up.

"kahan dhoondo gi usey? Or jo na mila to kia sari umer shadi nai karo gi?" Khaloo asked and I remained quiet when suddenly the phone started to ring once again. Isey itney maheeney baad bhi sakoon nai.... Sailaab Dubai mein kam is k dil mein ziada aaya hua hea.

"lao mujhey do...

"Khalaa No.....

And before I could protest or stop her she snatched the phone and received the call.

"Walaikum Assalam! Waleed beta kesey ho?"

"Allah ka ahsaan hea beta! or Ammi Abbu kesey hen?"

I rolled my eyes as she kept on smiling like an Idio.... Okay sorry.

I don't know what he was saying but a frown appeared on her forehead. "loud speaker? Acha ruko!"

And then she looked down at the screen of my phone and tapped somewhere... "han beta! on ho gaya" and stated in the speaker keeping the phone closer to her mouth. Me and khaloo exchanged a glance

"Gul! I know you are somewhere near and I know you are avoiding me and I also know that right now you must be glaring the dirtiest of looks at Aunty plus I know the reason behind this ignore-Waleed-program"

His voice came with a light chuckle and my eyes widened.

"Arey nai beta! she has gone out with your uncle"

"oh! Okay. wesey you people should visit Dubai you know. Humein bhi khatidaari ka moqa dejiye" he suggested and I rolled my eyes.

"Arey han beta in fact Gul was insisting to visit your place even" Khalaa was the biggest liar around globe. I looked at Khaloo who helplessly shrugged his shoulders. "we will soon be coming to Dubai" she added with a smile and I showed her a punch but Waleed's laughter made me stop.

"Aunty am sure Gul isn't near you werna us k ander ki Pathaani jag jati" he said and I quietly gasped at his remark and Khala chuckled.

There was a few moments silence, I didn't say anything and then his deep sigh was clearly heard.

"Acha Aunty! Could you please give my message to her?" he stated and I narrowed my eyes.

"uh- han han beta bolo na" Khalaa said, glaring at me.

"Tell her that now she has to come to Dubai, because I have found her Randhawa."

"Whattt???" I literally shrieked snatching my phone from Khalaa.

~~~*~~~ YEARS LATER ~~~*~~~

He stood there in front of the door, a part of him wanted to run away but then his heart ignored those omens and he decided to face it. He pressed the bell and waited, counting every second going down and his heartbeats increasing.

Soon footsteps were heard and he took a step back, the door flung open and he came face to face with a woman, seemingly in her late twenties. She looked at him with a light frown as she tried to recognize him and he gulped the lump down her throat.

"ji?" she inquired.

"Am Ibraheem" he told her but still there was no sign of recognition.

"Is this Arsalan's house?" he asked.

"Ji Arsalan ka he ghar hea per ap.....

"I want to meet Tehreem" he told her with his heart trembling. The expressions on the lady's face changed from inquisition to bitterness.

"She doesn't live her anymore" and with that she tried to shut the door but Ibraheem stepped in.

"what do you mean anymore? I am talking about Tehreem Sultan. Arsalan's wife"

"I am Arsalan's wife" the lady corrected him rather harshly and Ibraheem felt he heard something wrong. "Arsalan divorced her long back" she added dryly and he felt his heart dropped down his tummy with a thud.

"What?" it was a gasp in disbelief. "How could he divorce her? when did it happen? How? Why...

"Who is there laiba?" suddenly a masculine voice was heard along with footsteps and soon Arsalan was standing there, his gaze met Ibraheem's and all of a sudden those old fimiliar flames of hatred spread everywhere.

"How dare you step in my house?" Arslan stepped forward.

"How dare you abandon her? she was your wife" Ibraheem snapped and he let out a small sarcastic chuckle.

"Ah! So Aashiq number two is here? Or should I call you number one?" he asked mockingly, Ibraheem's hands turned into fists.

"She deserved what she got, I could never spend my life with a characterless girl"

"Shut up!!!" Ibraheem cried in disgust and pain as Arsalan threw venom about her.

Characterless??? Tehreem??? his heart bleed on the mere words. Even the thought of Tehreem being abandoned gave him the worst of feelings

"She was the most pious girl I had ever met in life Arsalan! Or mein janta hoon us ne poori koshish ki ho gi ek achi bivi ban'ney ki, tumhen khush rakhne ki mager tum wo mard ho jisey aurat per ungli uthane mein fakhr mehsoos hota hea, jisey aurat he ghalat lagti hea, qusoorwaar lagti hea" Ibraheem would have punched him in face but he felt there was no use of wasting his energy here.

"kahan ho gi wo, kis hal mein ho gi wo?" he asked almost to himself.

"hen us k pas us k betey akeli nai hea wo" Laiba added and Ibraheem's head spun up in shock. His eyes wide with disbelief.

"betey?"

"Tumharey he hen shaid....

"Arsalan!" Ibraheem took a step forward and grabbed his collars. Laiba shrieked in horror but ignoring her protest he pinning him with the wall and was about to punch Arsalan when his hand stopped in the mid way.

"tum waqai is qabil nai thy k Tehreem jesi bivi hoti tumharey naseeb mein Arsalan!.... Tehreem, matlab hurmat wali, be-tahasha hurmat wali. Wo to paak thi, Allah wali thi hum he us k laiq nai thy Arsalan! Na tum, na mein, na Hussain" his hands slowly let his collars go as he stated with his eyes moistening up.

"she once told me that the worst of things in front of Allah is divorce, Allah hates it when a couple gets separated in divorce" Ibraheem stated and looked at Laiba who was now holding Arsalan's arms in horror. "us ne kaha tha usey khauf aata hea talaaq k nam se, us ne kaha tha Allah kabhi kisi dushman ki bhi talaaq na karaye....

A tear escaped his eye as he kept on stating with his feet taking steps back. "you abandoned her. you divorced her..." with that he turned and marched out of the way ajar, ignoring it when his shoulder badly bumped into the door.

Tears rolling down his face as he walked out and instead of sitting in the cab, waiting for him he kept on walking briskly with his breathing heavy and heart pounding inside his chest.

"what have I done? Ye kia ker diya mein ne? berbaad ker di us ki zindagi... tabah ker di sari khushiyan. Ye kia ker diya tu ne Ibraheem!"

His brain was bursting and heart exploding in acute pain. He felt as if every nerve every vein in his body would burst, as if this was the worst of the pain and there could be nothing more aching more suffocating.

.....

"I want to go home for a few days Mom!" Haya looked at Shaista ignoring Shehry's presence near them.

"you are not going anywhere" Shehry addressed her but she didn't listen.

"Mom! am taking your permission and...

"Tum Mom se shadi ker k nai aai theen is ghar mein, mein ne keh diya na tum kaheen nai ja raheen to bus kaheen nai ja raheen"

"Shehry beta! araam se bat karo" Shaista looked at him who raked his and through his wet hair in frustration.

"ap dekh rahi hen na ye kesey bat kerta hea mujh se Mom!" Haya made a face and I rolled my eyes jesey pata nai sarey jahan ki masoomiyat to isi mein hea.

"koi bataye ga bhi hua kia hea?" Shaista asked getting a little raged up now and on the queue both Shehry and haya opened their mouths to get started but stopped looking at each other.

"ap phootiye pehly" Shehry faked a smile and she glared daggers at him.

"Mom! inhen bus apne kam se muhabbat hea, na mera khayal hea na Arham ka. Pehley ye mera birthday bhooley phir meri doctor ki appointment bhool gay mein akeli gai hospital...." Haya ended firmly a sif pata nai konsa zulm ho gaya Akeley gai to. "or aj mujhy khud keh ker gaye subha k tayyar rehna Haya! dinner bahir Karen ge...." She mimicked my tone making me even grumpier. "or phir aaye kab....

"han to keh to raha hoon k chaley. Maan he nai rahi ub" Shehry cut her through and she kept her hand over her waist looking at him.

"Ub chaloon? Jab sara New York so gaya ho ga, ub kia bahir le ja ker hawa khilaen ge?" she fired. Ajeeb hitler hea Mom se bhi nai shermati....

"Shehry!" Mom looked at me disapprovingly. "beta! family comes first"

"I know Mom! and trust me aj I had to come home on time bus wo....

He trailed off with his lips pressed together in a thin line as if he couldn't say any further. "kuch kaam aa gaya tha" he slowly completed his statement.

"Look! Kam aa gaya tha. His work is never going to end Mom! am going at my parents...

Haya was in the middle of her statement when Shehry grabbed her wrist "mein ne kaha na tum kaheen nai ja rahi ho" he looked at her angrily. "or agar jana hea to jao. Mager wapas mat ana" he added and jerking her wrist away he barged into the room leaving her with her mouth wide open and eyes instantly turned glassy.

"Mom! Shehry....

Shaista held her hand softly, she was astound at her son's behavior even Haya couldn't understand him at the moment.

"ye kia ho gaya hea Shehry ko Mom!" Haya looked at her who shook her head trying to press a comforting smile.

"mujhey nai rehna ub is k sath am leaving and I will never come back" she announced like an upset kid, but Shaista took her hand bag from her and placed it on the sofa before making her sit down.

"We both know that he has started behaving odd lately, right?" she asked looking at Haya and she nodded. "its your duty to dig out the reason of his worry and your right to know whats he hiding from you Haya! don't let things go that easily, don't lose your heart beta! go and talk to him"

"peechey per jao us k, poocho k kia masla hea.... usey danto, ghussa ho mager rooth ker mat jao Haya! you know that he loves you and Arham. Tum dono mein to jaan hea Shehry ki" Shaista softly stated and Haya gulped the tears down her throat.

"agar aj tum ne dor dheeli chor di na to kal ko zimmedar bhi tum ho gi beta! aadmi barey mazboot bantey hen mager hotey dil k kamzor hen Haya! jao or poocho us se, bat karo"

Haya slowly nodded, even her anger was slowly subsiding after whatever Shaista has said. She smiled and after patting her head she got up and walked towards the kitchen. Haya looked don at the hand bag heaved up a sigh and head to her room.

But the moment she stepped in she almost screamed having the sight in front of her.

"Shehry! what the fuck have you done?" she screamed at the top of her lungs, finding all her clothes, makeup, shoes and Arham's clothes out from the bag scattered everywhere in the room and Shehry was ignoring Haya, taking everything out and throwing it anywhere in his reach.

"Shehry! stop that. Have you gone mad? You ruined the folds" she jogged towards him jumping in her way trying not to step onto anything and held his arm.

"kia masla hea tumharey sath han!?"

"you are not going anywhere" Shehry pointed his index at her who was panting in anger... once again, whatever Shaista told her, she had forgotten already.

"Mom is right. Tum waqai bachey ho, bachey se bhi badter ho balkey. Aesa koi kerta hea?" Haya asked looking at the messed up room and Shehry calmly smiled.

"chalo kam per lag jao shabash! Sameto sab kuch and place it on the right place and forget about going anywhere" he took out his ringing phone from his pocket and was about to walk past her when she snatched his phone making him off guard.

"Haya! return my phone, its important" he warned her but she looked sown at the screen and wiped the call off.

"I know. I know there is a girl and you are hiding it from me, dil bhar gaya hea tumhara mujh se? koi or pasand aa gai hea na? batao!" Haya assumed, pushing him over his chest and he rolled his eyes.

"Pagal ho gai ho kia? Yahan ek nai sambhal rahi... doosri ko samhalney k liye kia assistant rakhoon ga?" Shehry countered and haya pouted.

"you know I hate you" Haya stated firmly and Shehry heaved up a sigh as she stomped her feet and walked out from the room still holding Shehry's phone.

"Rabba!! Ki karan mein is janjaali kuri da????"

....

He is right here Haya! just a few yards away... he is looking fine, satisfied at least. Mein bata nai sakta kia feel ker raha hoon mein. I wish tum yahan hoteen Haya! I wish....

Her gaze fixed on the screen, she couldn't believe what she just saw. It was Shehry's text which he typed but don't why he didn't send it to Haya.. She opened the gallery and checked the recent shots.

and came face to face with what she was expecting she literally rubbed hereyes just to confirm it was Hussain she was looking at, swiping the screen she kept on finding snaps; taken in a crowd from a distance and he was standing on a podium. Hussain looked mature, much older and serious. It seemed like a conference, a gathering maybe a religious one.

So Shehry went there... isi liye wo late ho gaya tha aj?

"After so many years he finally met him.... God! Mein ne kitni batein suna deen usey." Haya regretted.

Suddenly the door flung open and Shehry entered, his gaze was lowered so she quickly kept his phone over the side table and wiped the little tear away from her cheek.

"Khana khao ge?" She asked as he stepped out from the washroom after changing into a t-shirt and trousers. He looked at her as if wasn't expecting this. All of a sudden Haya could feel the tiredness in every feature on his face.

"Am not hungry" he stated and was about to move towards the bed but then stopped, he raked his hand through his hair, a sing of him being worried and tensed. "am sorry haya! I didn't behave well today, I got late as well and...

he trailed off for a moment and then started again. "I dont know yar! am just tired I guess and...

But his words got lost in his mouth as he saw Haya stormed towards him, throwing her arms around his neck she held him firm to herself making him stumbled back a little but he maintained his balance holding her in place.

"Haya? you okay?" holding her tight to himself he asked a little startled at her response and before he could ask more she pulled back with her arms still round his neck.

"why didn't you tell me han!" she punched over his chest and he frowned. "message type ker k send q nai kiya? Bataya kun nai mujhey?" she asked further and his frown faded.

"you checked my...

"yes I checked your phone, I read your drafts, q nai perh sakti? Am your better half I can do anything, read anything...

"Do anything? Acha ji?" Shehry smirked with his grip tightened a little more around her back and she pouted with a frown. "iradey theek nai ap k aj voti ji!"

Haya looked at his face for a few silent moments and then she slowly touched his face. "did you meet him?"

Shehry let out a breath and then shook his head faintly. "But why Shehry? he was there, right there you could have met him"

"i know. But I stopped every inch of me, I had to fight with my heart Haya! agar wo milna chahta to mil leta na yaheen isi shehr mein ho ker wo nai aya milney to mein kun miloon?"

"But he looked fine; bara bara lag raha tha, sanjeeda or mature bhi" Shehry's eyes twinkled as he told her, a smile there on his lips and haya gulped down. She had seen him in pain for years... missing Hussain.

"jitna tum ne in tamam salo mein usey yad kiya hea na wo bhi tumhen utna he yad kerta ho ga Shehry! or dekhna wo zaroor aaye ga" She assured him, kindled a hope in his heart like she always does and Shehry smiled knowingly before pulling her a little more into him.

"acha ye achanak wali jhappi kun?" he asked mischievously and Haya tried to hide her smile as she looked down at his neck, her palms resting over his chest counting his heartbeats.

"Bus piyaar aa gaya tha tum per" she stated casually.

"phir to khali jhappi se kam nai chalne wala begum!" Shehry stated in a hushed tone leaning in and she slapped his chest with a giggle as she rested her head over his shoulder hugging him.

"I love you Shehry! never forget this"

"I know you do bus thori si jungle bivi hea meri baki to piyar buhat kerti hea" Shehry remarked.

"shut up! okay" she retorted making him chuckle.

"Acha chalo lets go out for a drive" Shehry suggested and she looked at him, pulling back.

"Nai tum thak gaye ho"

"to tum utaar do thakannn" he leaned in towards her face smirking and Haya quickly backed off slapping his shoulder.

"pervert!!!"

"I love you more" Shehry grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into him, as he leaned in for a kiss.

....

He stood there holding his breath, those memories still alive and fresh in his heart as he waited for the door to flung open. He was expecting Shehry at the moment... with a slap on his face or maybe a bone shattering hug or a just a stare, a glare a cold look.... No, not a glare, not a stare, not a cold look. Coz as much as he had missed his family they must have missed him equally or even more.

"Ya Allah! Help me and stay with me"

"Bismillahirrahmanirraheem!!!!" and with that he pushed the call bell and in a few seconds he head a voice.

"Haya! yar Arham ko dekhna zara, am getting the door" it was Shehry.... Hussain's heart swelled up, eyes turned itchy as he gulped down and the door burst open before he could wipe the little moisture away from the corner of his eyes and there he was.

Shehry. Face to face with his brother... Hussain.

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