اپنے انجام سے واقف ہوں مگر کیا کروں

مجھے اِک شَخص نے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے

Apnay Anjaam Se Waqif Hon Magar Kia Karon
Mujhay Ik Shakhs Ne Dewaana Bana Rakha Hai..!

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Ibrahim looked into his son's eyes after what felt like an eternity.

The same grey eyes that his Minahil had .

A pained expression took place on his face but it didn't last long as it was replaced with pure rage .
He was the reason that his wife wasn't here today.
He was the reason that his Minahil died

Hadi gripped Najia's hand, ready to head towards their car.
They started walking but as soon as they walked past him, his father stopped them.

"Mar dia na mery biwi ko tumny, le li na uski jaan " he spat at him.
Najia's grip tightened on Hadi's hand and she pulled him towards their car when she noticed that he had stopped .

Hadi's jaw clenched and his other hand fisted until his knuckles turned white.
"Kitna badqismat hun main jo tum jaisa galeez insaan de dia mujhy Allah ny " Ibrahim continued bellowing.

She finally dragged him to their car and stood in front of him.
He looked at her and tried his best to cover up his emotions but she saw right through those glistening eyes of his.

She shook her head at him and wounded her arms around his neck.

Hadi wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back.

No words exchanged.

They sat in the car and he drove back to their house.
Once they arrived Najia took Hadi's clothes out and sent him to shower while she showered in the other room .

She sat on the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom and when he did, she opened her arms for him....he smiled in return.
He neared her and layed his head in her lap while she caressed his hair and occasionally his jaw as well.

"Sleep" he said removing her hands after a while, but she frowned and shook her head.

She opened The blanket and held it for him who was busy admiring the girl in front of him.

He would've been nothing without this precious creature of God.

Najia grabbed his arm when she saw him staring and made him lay down and then climbed on top of him, resting her head oh his beating heart.

He lazily draped his arms around her body and tucked her closer to his.

Soon the tiredness started showing its signs and made them close their eyes...succumbing them in a much needed slumber.

The couple woke up to the chirping of the birds and the beautiful sun rays making it's presence known through the windows.

Hadi opened his eyes and found her with her head in the crook of his neck, her soft snores hitting his skin.

He caressed her head and kissed the crown of it a few times when she started waking up.

She smiled brightly and he smiled back .
They cuddled for a few minutes and then Najia dragged him out of bed towards the bathroom.

They washed up and we're having breakfast when Hadi said:" tum tayyar ho jao... I want to take you somewhere".

She looked at him in curiosity but his face gave away nothing as he smiled and forwarded a piece of paratha with fresh yougurt to her mouth.

The drive to the place went by pretty quick.
His right hand was on the steering wheel while the other one rested on her cream colored shalwar cladded thigh.

The car stopped and Najia looked out of the window to only see that they had arrived at a cementry.

She gulped and looked at his smiling face.
"She would've been so happy to have you as her daughter" Hadi whispered and kissed her knuckles.

She looked at his adoration filled eyes and kissed the palm of his hand.
They got out of the car and started walking towards the graveyard.

"Assalamualaikum mama" called Hadi very softly....a lump started forming in Najia's throat.
"Apki bahu ly k Aya hun main sath..."
He said and looked at her who's eyes were filled with tears.

They stayed there for an hour talking to their mother and then headed towards a Cafe.

Najia wanted iced coffee.

Later that night they arrived at the venue dressed in matching outfits.

She wore a beautiful black gown paired with silver heels and hadi wore a black tuxedo ,which made him look like a member of the Mafia in romance novels as Najia claimed.

When the bride and the groom arrived, Najias mind replayed her own wedding which was done by their parents, at home.

It was tradition in their house that the nikkah should be done at an early age.
Neither of them had a say in it.

She hated this with her whole heart.

She was thirteen and Hadi was seventeen at the time.
She remembered when she begged her parents to not do this yet....she was scared....she had seen what happened to other married girls in the house.

She dreaded marriage...but he showed her what a real, healthy marriage was supposed to look like.

You were to respect one another .

You were equal in every way, she had as much rights on him ,as much he had on her.

You weren't supposed to be hitting your partner.... something she had always been sure of.... something she had seen with her own eyes.

And most importantly... nothing was supposed to be forced.

She had vivid memories of her cousins telling her about what to do on her wedding night and the only thing the innocent thirteen year old Najia could do was to nod...but in reality she just wanted to throw up...she just wanted it to be a bad dream.

Of all the things that everyone had told her about what he would've done, the only thing that her groom do was kissing her forehead and telling her how beautiful she looked.

She had cried out of gratefulness after he had left.

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Time had flown by at the speed of a rollercoaster...and here they were, Najia and Hadi on their last day of their trip, in a cottage built in the middle of the mountains of Hunza valley.

Hadi had fulfilled his promisenof taking her to the northern parts of Pakistan and had visited as many beautiful places as they could.

From Gilgit to Hunza...from the breathtaking swat valley to the gorgeous Azad Kashmir.

|Seven years later|

"Shajar....beta yeh kya kia hai apny" scolded Najia after seeing the colorful walls of her bedroom.

"Ma-ma yeh papa" shajar pointed out at the strange drawing which was supposed to be her father .
Najia sighed and picked up the little minx from the floor and set her on her hip.

"Apky papa ny apko boht bigaar dia hai shajar Fatima " she complained at the four year old baby girl .
She just giggled at the exasperated Expression on her mother's face and hurriedly squirmed in her place when she heard the front door unlock.

Shajar ran as fast as she could with her small legs and jumped in the arms of the man in white who had crouched down .

She giggled as hadi kissed all over her face and tickled her tummy.

Hair finally looked at his sukoon and came forward towards her.
"Assalamualaikum" he greeted after wrapping his arm around her waist.

She kissed his cheeks and greeted back with "w/salam"

Hadi went and freshened up before coming for dinner.

They had shifted back to Pakistan a few months back and we're living in the same house they had left five years ago.

Shajar had been a blessing they had received a few months later Najia had turned twenty.

Najia had showed the results to Hadi and they both had cried while sitting on the bathroom floor.
They still laughed thinking about it.

Najia and Hadi both worked in their own hospital, which they had managed to built and complete in two and a half years.

They had cut contact with their "families" after they had put up on a fight about them divorcing for Najia to marry the son of her mother's friend.

Ibrahim had tried multiple times to apologies and Hadi had even forgiven him but he couldn't forget about all he did to him.
All the memories would come resurfacing whenever he'd show up.

Hadi had learned that it was fine to feel this way, it was fine to not want to see him.

Life was treating them good ,after all the hardships they had faced.

Their little family was everything they had dreamt of .

No one's judgment or opinion could ever tear them apart.

"Our Patience will achieve more than our force "
-

Edmund burke

Their patience and belief in Allah had indeed payed off.

THE END .

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NOT EDITED.
(There are probably mistakes so that's why)

Helloooo!

Ik it's a short last chapter but I was kind of in a hurry while writing it.

Still hope you guys enjoyed it.

Y'all I was reading the previous stories and how did you guys not die of cringe.😭

I want to edit the book mad fix the typos but idk 😐

I'll try and maybe upload a bonus chapter of this story because this did not have a lot of their scenes....do let me know if you want it.

Until next time, Laiba ❤️.