Ayla lay in her dimly lit bedroom, her mind getting lost in the lane of past, as she gazed at the ceiling.

She was remembering the day when they got married, how her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Kaif's warm smile. Their whirlwind romance had been a tempest of passion and laughter, but soon the winds shifted, carrying them into the storm of disagreements and misunderstandings. Ayla's heart ached as she relived the heated arguments and tearful nights they had spent together.

But it wasn't just the disagreements that haunted her thoughts. It was the moments of tenderness too—the stolen glances, the shared secrets, and the deep, unspoken bond that they once shared. She remembered the times when Kaif had held her close after an argument, whispering promises of love and forever.

Then came that fateful night when he accused her, and she had demanded a divorce, her voice quivering with a mix of anger, frustration, and desperation for peace. She had believed that separating from Kaif was the only way to save her peace.

Ayla's heart ached as she recalled the day when she found the separation papers which was singed by him. He wasn't at home, he left, without meeting her or their daughter, leaving their once-shared dreams broken again.

She believed that time would heal her wounds, the distance would free them from the tumultuous love that had bound them.

Everyone gave her time to get over this, everyone was supporting, even Rukhsar. But as time passed on, Ayla found herself trapped in regrets and fear. She didn't sign those papers, she couldn't send them back. Doubt had build in her, like a constant companion, reminding her of the love that still lingered in her heart.

Her phone beeped, which brought her back from the past. Drying her eyes, she picked her phone, thinking it must be an emergency from hospital, but Kaif's name flashes on the screen, he has sent a message.

Are you awake?

Ayla didn't reply and put the phone down. Her heart raced with a new kind of fear—the fear of confronting Kaif again. The fear of seeing the disappointment in his eyes, of acknowledging the pain they had both endured, and of admitting her own vulnerability.

Her phone again beeped.

I know you aren't sleeping. This was his message.

How does he know? Ayla wondered as she holds the phone in her hands, then her head snapped toward the window. As she recalled how before their rukhsati, when she got angry at him, he came to meet her through the window. But there was no one on the window, the blow of winds softly brushes against the curtains.

Can we talk? I am on terrace. He again message her.

Taking a deep breath out, Ayla put the phone away and got down from the bed. Now or later, she have to face him, she have to answer him. She just didn't want to do it now, but nothing ever works in her favour. She always have to face the things which scares her the most.

•••

Kaif leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the starry sky. The distant city lights painted a serene backdrop, contrasting with the storm of emotions brewing in him.

He heard a soft steps, he turned, his heart skipped a beat when Ayla entered there, her figure outlined by the soft glow of the moon.

"Ayla," his voice was a hesitant whisper, carrying the weight of unspoken words. Ayla met his gaze,

The silence lingered between them, a reminder of the years that had slipped away.

With slow and hesitant steps, Ayla went to stood beside him.

"I am sorry about what Rehnuma said." Kaif said softly.

Ayla's lips tightened, a mixture of resentment and suppressed emotions rising to the surface. "Unki toh adat hai, lekin Ayat ki shadi mein yeh nahi karna chahiye tha."

(She have a habit of it, but she shouldn't have done this at Ayat's wedding.)

"I know. Main sharminda hoon. Maine socha tha Ayat aur Hanan ki shadi ke baad tumse baat karunga lekin..."

(I'm sorry. I thought I would talk to you after Ayat and Hanan's wedding, but...)

"Baat karne ke liye kuch hai nahi, Kaif. I know, I own you an explanation... but, humare paas wakai mein kehne ke liye kuch nahi hai." Ayla replied, her words carrying a weight that seemed to hang heavily in the air.

(There's nothing to talk about, Kaif. I know, I owe you an explanation... but, we really don't have anything to say.)

"Ayla, mujhe explanation nahi chahiye. You may have your reasons, and honestly, I am glad you didn't sign. Mujhe aisa laga ki zindagi ne mujhe ek mouka de diya..."

(I don't any explanations. I thought life has give me another chance...)

"Kaif," Ayla interrupted. "Humare sign karne ki wajah yeh bilkul nahi thi."

(Kaif, this wasn't my reason.)

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean that we can not be back together." Ayla said, her voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and pain.

"Ayla, tum... I thought tumne iss liye sign nahi kiya kyuki..." Kaif couldn't get the words together, his voice faltering as he struggled to get his feelings into words.

(Ayla, you... I thought you didn't sign because you...)

"Then why didn't you sign?" His eyes searching hers for answers.

"Hum darr gaye the, hume nahi samajh araha tha kuch. Puri pregnancy mein khula aur talaq ki baat sirf humne ki thi aur apne hamesha mana kiya ki aap hume talaq nahi denge. Fir achanak se Azrin ke baad aap sign karke chale gaye, na mile humse, na koi baat hui, na humare uthne ka intezar kiya, hume kuch samajh nahi araha tha. Tab tak hum apko maaf kar chuke the, lekin aap nahi the yaha yeh sunne ke liye." Ayla's voice trembled as she recounted the past, her emotions spilling out in a rush.

(I was scared, I couldn't understand anything. Throughout the pregnancy, I was who kept asking for divorce, but you always refused to give me a divorce. Then suddenly, after Azrin's birth, you signed and left without meeting me, without any conversation, without waiting for me to wake up. I had forgiven you by then, but you weren't here to hear this.)

Instantly, Kaif steps closer to her, wanting to hold her, to console her, but she stepped back. Kaif's shoulders dropped, and his heart felt down because of her words and action.

"Hume waqt chahiye tha yeh sab samajhne ke liye that you left. You left without a word without an explanation. I was lost, trying to hold everything together." Ayla looked at him, the pain of their shared history visible on her face.

(I needed time to understand all of this after you left.)

"Aur apni iss galti ka kaffara main kabse kar raha hoon. Main chala gaya tha lekin kya sukoon mein tha? Nahi, main tumhare bagair adhura tha. Ab mujhe yeh umeed mili hai aur tum keh rahi ho... kyu kar rahi ho aisa, Ayla? Please! Tumhi kehti hi agar main ruka hota toh humari zindagi alag hoti, hum abhi bhi toh sab theek kar sakte haina."

(And I've been trying to atone for this mistake. Since, I left, but was I at peace? No, I was incomplete without you. Now I've found this hope, and you're saying... why are you doing this, Ayla? Please! You used to say that if I had stayed, our lives would be different, we could still fix everything, right?)

"Humari zindagi alag hoti... lekin abhi bhi aisa kuch galat nahi hai jo theek karna parhe." Ayla interrupted.

(Our lives would be different... but there is nothing wrong with the way we live now.)

"Galat nahi hai? Look at us, kya hum khush hain aise?"

(Isn't it wrong? Look at us, are we happy like this?)

"Kya humne notice nahi kiya hai changes? Aap aye the toh sabse pehle hum apko yeh batana chahte the, but I saw you, you were playing with Azrin, you had that peace and glow on your face... you... you looked healthy. Not just physically but mentally too. I couldn't bring myself to tell you everything and take us back to that time...."

(Haven't I noticed the changes in you? When you came, I wanted to tell you this first, but I saw you, you were playing with Azrin, you had that peace and glow on your face... you... you looked healthy. Not just physically but mentally too. I couldn't bring myself to tell you everything and take us back to that time...)

"Main tumhe khush dikh raha hoon. Meri khushi tum ho, Ayla. Tumhe nahi maloom maine inn salo mein tumhe kitna miss kiya, tumhe aur Azrin ko aisa konsa din ya waqt nahi hota tha jab main yaad nahi karta tha. Aur uss yaad mein bas pachtawa rehta tha jo kuch bhi tumhare sath kiya." He steps closer to her, and this time, she didn't back off. His fingers aching to reach out and touch her, and he did so. He leaned forward and bring Ayla into a tight embrace.

(Do I look happy? You are my happiness, Ayla. You don't know how much I've missed you in these years, there wasn't a single day or moment when I didn't think of you and Azrin. And in those thoughts, there's only regret for everything I did to you.)

She stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, but then something shifted.

As Kaif held her, Ayla's defenses began to crumble. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, his familiar scent enveloping her. Memories of stolen laughter, shared dreams, and whispered secrets flooded her mind, reminding her of the love they had once shared.

"I've missed you every single day. And I can't imagine a life without you. Mat karo aisa humare sath, fir wahi galti mat karo, please." Desperately, he begged for another chance.

(Don't do this to us. Don't repeat the same mistake.)

Time seemed to stand still as they held each other, the world fading away around them. Ayla's heart raced, and she realized how much she had missed Kaif. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to lean into the embrace, feeling a sense of belonging she hadn't realized she had been missing.

"Kaif, hum dono hi yeh sab deserve nahi karte." She whispers, then pulled away from him, "After all we've been through, you deserve a love that doesn't come with heartache and pain. You deserve someone who can be there for you in ways that I couldn't. We both love each other, but we both weren't meant for each other, I am sorry."

(Kaif, we both don't deserve this.)

With a heavy sigh, Ayla turned away, her steps faltering as she started to walk away from the terrace, her silhouette fading into the distance.

Kaif stayed there, his gaze fixed on the spot where Ayla had disappeared, his heart torn between holding on and letting go.

•••

The next morning was a flurry event, a sense of joyful chaos filled the air on Hanan and Ayat's wedding day.

But joyous event was overshadowed by a sudden twist of fate. The elegant venue they had chosen, with its grand ballroom and sweeping views, had been seized by the police due to an unexpected drugs case.

"Chorho woh sab, haveli mein hi kar lete hain function. Kabir, jao decorators ko call karo." Huzaifa announced. His words met with resolute nods.

(Forget all that, let's have the function in the mansion. Kabir, go call the decorators."

Kabir quickly left the study room to get his phone.

"Ab bas agey sab khair se ho jaye." Azlan's face was still full of worry, changing the venue on last moment was a huge thing. They would have to make several calls to tell everyone about this changes.

(Now, let's hope everything goes well ahead.)

"Bhai, fikar na karein, sab achhe se hoga. Aur waise bhi sabse zaroori toh bachho ki khushi hai." Shahzain told his brother.

(Bhai, don't worry, everything will go well. And anyway, the happiness of the children is the most important.)

"Aur kabhi kabhar yaadgaar lamhe ghair mutawwaqa morh pe bante hain." Huzaifa added, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

(And sometimes, memorable moments are created at unexpected turns."

"Mere khayal se jo bahar se aney wale hain, hume unhe call kar lena chahiye." Nodding his head, Azlan told them.

(In my opinion, we should call those coming from outside.)

"Haan, guest lists leke aao. Balki tum log chorho, bachho ko laga do iss kaam mein. Shaaz aur baki sab hain, woh log kar lenge call." Huzaifa suggested and Shahzain and Azlan agreed. They would have to check the decorations too, it is better if they let the young generation make calls.

(Yes, bring the guest lists. In fact, leave it to the youngsters. Shaaz and the others are there, they'll handle the calls.)

•••

Surrounded by its weathered walls and echoing with generations of stories, the haveli now bore witness to a feverish flurry of activity. Workers hurried to transform its courtyards and rooms into a tapestry of celebration, adorning the ancient architecture with vibrant decorations and colorful tapestries. The haveli's storied halls whispered of tradition, resilience, and a commitment to ensuring that love's luminous spirit would prevail, even in the face of unexpected challenges.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the haveli, the courtyard was transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty.

But another problem was waiting for Ayat when the make up artist came to do her make up.

"Kya? Kya hua?" Confusingly, Rubab took the blouse from Ayla, and asked. Then she looked at Ayat, who was sitting on the bed, and eating popcorn.

(What? What happened?)

"Mamma, Ayat ka blouse tight ho gaya hai." Ayla again told her, looking at Ayat, telling her through her eyes to sit straight and show some concern as this is very important.

(Mom, Ayat's blouse is become tight.)

Ayat did as she was told, she pushed the bowl away and mask innocent look.

"Par Khushnuma toh sahi measurement leke gayi thi na, aur baki sarey dress toh theek aye Ayat ko, yeh kaise tight ho gaya." Rubab was talking to Ayla, she didn't bother to ask her younger daughter anything. Just like how her younger daughter was careless about this whole thing.

(But Khushnuma took the right measurements, didn't she? And all the other dresses fit Ayat well, how did this one become tight?)

"Humne kal issey detergent mein soak kar diya tha iss liye shrink ho gaya. Obviously, mamma, humne thora weight gain kar liya." Boredly, Ayat interrupted, but later she become little self conscious over the fact that she is again gaining weight.

(I soaked it in detergent last night, that's why it shrank. Obviously, mamma, I've gained a bit of weight.)

Rubab glare at her on her choice of time to speak sarcasm. There was already lots of things to do and now Ayat's blouse was added to the list.

"Ek raat mein weight gain ho gaya?"

(You gained weight overnight?)

"Mamma, chachi ne waise bhi kaha tha ki baki dress thore loose hain jissey haldi mehendi lagate waqt Ayat uncomfortable na ho. Lehenga unhone fitted banawaya hoga. Ek mahine purana measurement tha, ho gaya uska halka sa weight gain, itna bada issue toh nahi." Ayla tried to calm her mother.

(Mamma, chachi got the other dresses made little loose so the Ayat can sit comfortably in haldi mehendi function. I think got the lehenge in right measurement for Ayat. And she took measurement one month ago, she gained a little weight, that's not a big issue.)

"Bada issue nahi? Inko blouse aa nahi araha toh kya yeh t-shirt trousers mein inki rukhsati karwaye? Aaj ke din toh na pehenti kam se kam aise kapre aap, Ayat." Rubab asked to Ayla while pointing at Ayat who was wearing an old blue t-shirt and trousers. Then Rubab looked at Ayat with disapproval that even today she is wearing t-shirt and trousers.

(That's not a big issue? What's she gonna wear if the blouse is tight for her? Will she attend the function in t-shirt and trousers? Ayat, why are you wearing t-shirt and trousers today?)

Meekly, Ayat decided to eat some more popcorn.

"Agar koi aur dress hota toh ghar pe hi kisi se alter karwa lete. Hiba se karwa lete unko ati hai silayi, lekin itni bareekh design hai iski, uss bechari se nahi ho payega." Rubab again looked at the blouse in her hand, and said.

(If it was some other dress, I would have got it alter at home. Hiba knows sewing, but this is such a delicate design, she won't able to alter it.)

"Hum boutique chale jate hain, wahi pe karwa lenge." Ayla suggested.

(I will go to boutique, and get it fix.)

Rubab looked at her greatly, this was the only way to do so.

"Theek hai, lekin fir jaldi jaiye aur samne kharhe hoke theek karwana. Theek se measure le lijiye inka." Pushing the blouse to Ayla, Rubab told her.

(Fine, but go quickly and come soon. And take her accurate measurement.)

"Yeh sari galti Hanan ki hai." Ayat knew this was her queue to stand up and give the measurement of her body. Standing up, she complained.

(This is all Hanan's fault.)

"Ek toh aap har cheez mein unn bechare ki galti kaha se nikal leti hain, Ayat." Rubab didn't like Ayat blaming Hanan and asked.

(How can you blame the poor boy for everything?)

"Haan toh wohi baar baar hume keh rahe the palti ho gayi ho, patli ho gayi ho, moti achhi lagti ho. Nazar lagadi unhone hume."

(He was the one who keep commenting about me losing weight and said I looked better when I was chubby, he jinxed it.)

"Hume iska jawab hi nahi dena, hum ja rahe hain." Rubab had no answer for this and she decided to leave.

(I don't have any answer for this, I am going.)

"Mrs. Khan, main kya karu tab tak?" Make up artist, who was in the room, and was silently witnessing the scene between the mother and daughters, decided to ask Rubab before Rubab could leave.

(Mrs. Khan, what should I do till then?)

Rubab and Ayla looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Good thing that Ayla booked the make up artist for the whole day, so she won't complain about going, but now that there is a delay, they didn't know what to say.

•••

"Api, please mujhe yeh calls se bachaye." Shaaz saw Ayla coming to the lounge, and quickly went to her, requesting.

(Api, please save me from these phone calls.)

"Main pareshaan ho gaya hoon sabko samjhate hue ki kyu change hua venue, kon drugs bech raha tha, underworld ka kaam hai, kuch toh government ko kos rahe the ki unka dhyan kidhar rehta hai... main thakk gaya hoon. Please, koi aur kaam de dein mujhe." Shaaz joined his hands together in front of Ayla and begged.

(I am tired of telling everyone who were selling drugs, was it someone from underworld, some were blaming the government... I am tired. Please, give me another task to do.)

"I am sorry, Shaaz, hum apki koi zaroor koi help karte lekin abhi hume boutique jana hai." Ayla did felt pity for him, but she couldn't help either.

(I would have helped you but I have to go to boutique.)

"Toh main kis din kaam aunga? Main leke chalta hoon na." Throwing the phone away on the sofa, he said. This was a great opportunity to get away from phone calls.

(I am here, I will take you to the boutique.)

"Hum khud drive kar sakte hain..."

(I can drive...)

"Please," He made an innocent face, which made her agree.

"Achha, chalein."

(Fine, come.)

But luck wasn't on Shaaz's favour that day, Kaif stopped him in the aangan.

"Azlan uncle bula rahe hain tumhe." Kaif told him.

(Uncle is calling you.)

"Bhai, main Ayla api ko boutique leke ja raha hoon. Emergency hai."

(Bhai, I am gonna take Ayla api to the boutique. It's an emergency.)

"Ayla khud drive kar sakti hai." Confusingly, Kaif said.

(Ayla can drive.)

"Haan par unke hath mein chot lag gayi haina, toh isliye main le ja raha hoon." Shaaz had an excuse ready.

(Yes, but she injured her hand and can not drive, that's why I am taking her.)

"Theek hai, Ayla ko main le jaunga, tum jao uncle bula rahe hain." Kaif declared.

(Fine, I will take Ayla to where she is going. You go, uncle is calling you.)

"But..." Shaaz wanted to oppose, but one pointed look from Kaif made him shut up.

"Shaaz, chalein." Ayla came there, putting on black shades.

(Shaaz, let's go.)

"Mujhe uncle bula rahe hain." Huffing, Shaaz said and left.

(Uncle is calling me.)

Ayla got confused by his behaviour,

"Chalo, main leke chalta hoon." Kaif told her.

(Come, I will take you.)

"Nahi, theek hai, hum khudse chale jayenge."

(No, fine, I can go by myself.)

"Khudse kaise jaogi jab chot lagi hai. Main chal raha hoon na." But in return, Kaif scolded her and ordered.

(How will you drive with injured hand. I will take you.)

"Chot?" Ayla looked at herself to see from where she looked injured. She is fine.

(Injury?)

•••

"Shaaz, yeh lo keys lo aur fouran station ke liye jao." Shaaz's eyes lit up when Azlan gave him these instructions, but another sentence from Azlan quickly dampened Shaaz's excitement.

(Shaaz, take the keys and go to station.)

"Zahid Fuppa ko pick karlo station se."

(Go and pick uncle Zahid from station.)

"Zahid Fuppa?" Shaaz whispered, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Uncle Zahid is Rubab's uncle, and has a reputation for being extremely strict and particular about things. He's the kind of person who notices every detail and has high expectations, which often leads to tight situations when others struggle to meet his standards. Shaaz and Uncle Zahid never got along, primarily due to Shaaz's profession as a chef, which Uncle Zahid considers to be a woman's job. After Shaaz, it was Ayat whose career choice he disapproved of.

"Kya banna hai tumhe? Janwaro ki doctor? Insan nahi bache kya ab ilaj karne ke liye?" This was his immediate reaction when he questioned Ayat about her career years ago at Arham's wedding.

(You want to become animal doctor? Are human not enough for you to treat them?)

"Agar tumse medical test clear nahi ho raha hai toh batao, mere dost H.O.D hain medical college mein, karwa sakta hoon kuch." He even suggested that if Ayat was having trouble with medical tests, he could arrange something through his friend, leaving Ayat embarrassed.

(If you can not clear medical test then tell my, my friend is H.O.D in medical college.)

"Zahid fuppa, aisi koi baat nahi hai. Ayat toh Masha'Allah se bohot zaheen hai, ussey MBBS karna hi nahi hai." Rubab tried to reassure him, fearing that his comment might anger Azlan. Not only was Uncle Zahid doubting Ayat's capabilities, but he was also offering a shortcut to enter medical college.

(Uncle Zahid, it's not like that, Ayat is very intelligent, she just doesn't want to study MBBS.)

Ayla was Uncle Zahid's dear, and only one who receives his praises. She was a gynaecologist, and he was very proud of her.

•••

For Shaaz, making phone calls was a lot easier then being alone a car with Uncle Zahid.

"Kya kar rahe ho aaj kal?" Uncle Zahid asked, in a gruff voice.

(What are you doing nowadays?)

Uncle Zahid is a widower; his wife passed away a year after their marriage, and he neither remarried nor had any children.

"Main... professional chef hoon." While focusing on the road, Shaaz answered.

(I am... a professional chef.)

"Bawarchi? Ab tak wahi kar rahe ho? Shokh utra nahi?" Uncle Zahid's surprise was evident in his tone. Shaaz pursed his lips, choosing not to respond.

(Cook? You are still doing that?)

"Yeh dekho, aaj ke naujawan, gadi chalani nahi aati..." Uncle Zahid's attention shifted to a speeding motorcyclist who wasn't wearing a helmet. "Pata nahi inke maa baap inhe bina helmet ke kaise jaane dete hain, zara sa khayal nahi. Lekin kaha lagayenge helmet, baal banana zyada zaroori hai... tumhare baal itne bade kyu hain?" And once again, the focus shifted, this time to Shaaz.

(Look at these people, they don't know how to drive and..)

(How could their parents allow them to ride a bike without helmet, they don't care at all. But why would they wear helmet, it would ruin their hairstyle... why your hair is so long?)

Uncle Zahid had a lot to talk about – the train's delay, Shaaz's attire, the weather being windy, Shaaz's fast driving, and his opinions on motorcycles.

Yes, making phone calls was definitely easier. At least, no one mocked Shaaz for his career or appearance.

•••

In the bustling boutique, Ayat's blouse was being altered by the tailor, as Ayla and Kaif waited nearby. Ayla glanced at Kaif, a hint of awkwardness lingering between them.

When Kaif looked at her, she instantly looked away. Kaif's eyes softened, and a small smile played on his lips because of her act.

"Yaha paas mein ek cafe hai, jab tak yeh kaam ho raha hai hum waha wait kar lete hain." He suggested, then he leaned a little toward her.

(There is a cafe across the road, we should wait there.)

"Yeh auntiyan mujhe bade ajeeb nazro se dekh rahi hain." Some ladies who were there to buy dresses, were indeed looking at him, but not in the weird way as he was saying.

(These aunties are looking at me weirdly.)

Ayla looked at those ladies, then turned to him, nodding her head. Even she didn't like waiting here. And her head was paining, a cup of coffee doesn't sound bad.

•••

In the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them. Ayla sipped her cappuccino while Kaif stirred his latte.

"Tum sahi keh rahi thi." Kaif's voice broke the comfortable silence, catching Ayla off guard. She regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment, prompting him to continue.

(You were right.)

"Maybe we are better of without each other." Kaif's words held a note of reflection, punctuated by a nonchalant shrug.

Ayla's heart tugged, yet she maintained a composed demeanor, determined not to betray her emotions.

"Lekin sach kahu toh mujhe akelapan ab achha nahi lagta. Thakk gaya hoon, shayad mujhe Rehnuma ki baat maan leni chahiye aur firse settle ho jana chahiye." This made Ayla cough, as she put the cup down and cupped her hand in front of her mouth.

(But if I would be honest with you, I am tired of being alone. Maybe Rehnuma is right, I should settle down.)

"Aram se," Kaif acted quickly, fetching a glass of water and gently patting her back.

"I... I am fine..." Pushing his hand away, Ayla managed to assure him, though her voice carried a faint waver.

"Ahem, I just..." Ayla's mind raced as she tried to gather her thoughts. "That's good that you've realised this..." Putting the glass down, she said.

"Haan, ab dekho, pyar toh main abhi bhi tumse karta hoon lekin pyar sab kuch toh nahi hota aisa tum kehti ho. Sath zyada zaroori haina."

(Now, look, I still love you, but you were the one who said love isn't everything.)

Ayla's lips tightened, she gave a subtle nod.

"Tumhari nazar mein koi hai?" Kaif's question shifted the focus, as he casually sipped his latte. Ayla's own coffee remained untouched, her attention fully captured.

(Do you know someone?)

"Yes... Dr. Ridhima." Ayla hasn't forgot Dr. Ridhima and Kaif's interaction in her clinic, she remembers very well how Ridhima was cheerful to see Kaif, and he was little hesitant in her presence.

Kaif's casual sip turned into an unexpected coughing fit because of her suggestion. Ayla, however, refrained from offering water to him.

"What?" Kaif managed between coughs, rubbing his chest.

"I mean... apne hi bataya tha you two are friends... friends se better life partner kon ho sakta hai." She added, her words laced with humor. At first, she was irritated and disturbed by his words, but his reaction to Dr. Ridhima's name gave it away his true intentions. He was just trying to get a reaction from Ayla. And Ayla is not gonna do that.

(You told me you two are good friends, and who can be a better life partner than a friend?)

"Woh meri friend nahi hain, do..." Kaif's voice trailed off, his words remained unsaid. He didn't want to tell her Ridhima is his doctor.

(She isn't my friend, she...)

"Waise sahi keh rahi ho, dr. Ridhima khoobsurat hain, friendly bhi hain aur..." He again leaned back, and said.

(You are right, Dr. Ridhima is beautiful, friendly, and...)

"Aur gair muslim bhi." Ayla added, bursting his bubbles.

(And non muslim.)

Kaif clicked his tongue. "That's what I was going to add."

Exasperatedly, Ayla looked away from him, when her phone buzzed. Taking it out from her hand bag, she saw Ayat is calling.

"Yes, Ayat." Receiving the call, she put it on her ear, and picked a glass of water to drink, her throat feels dry.

Ayat said something from the other side which made Ayla's eyes wide in shock, and she starts choking on her water. Water sprays out of her mouth, right onto Kaif, who looks utterly surprised.

"Oh.. I am sorry... I am..." Hurriedly, Ayla started taking out tissue and passed it to Kaif to clean himself.

"Koi baat nahi, baat achhi nahi lagi toh bata deti aise badle toh na lo." Kaif mumbles, while cleaning his face.

(You could've told me if you didn't like my words.)

"Aap..." Ayla wanted to say something, but Ayat called her name from the other side of phone.

(You..)

"Ayat, kya tum..." Getting up from there, Ayla went to stand alone and asked to Ayat.

(Ayat, are you...)

•••

Ayat sat on the edge of her bed, fiddling with her phone as she waited for Ayla to return with her altered blouse. Her room was empty, because everyone left to get ready, and yet, the bride is sitting in trousers and t-shirt.

Ayat found herself lost in her own thoughts. The events of the past few days had left her mind in a whirlwind, and the impending wedding festivities only added to her sense of unease.

Just as Ayat was about to unlock her phone to call Ayla, the door to her room swung open, and Shyra stepped in. Shyra's face bore a mix of anxiety and excitement, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for someone.

"Ayla api kaha hain?" Shyra's eyes stopped on Ayat, and she asked, her voice carried a note of urgency.

(Where is Ayla api?)

Ayat looked up, setting her phone aside. "Woh humara blouse leke gayi hain alter ke liye."

(She went to the boutique to get my blouse alter.)

Shyra's shoulders slumped slightly, her brows furrowing. "Oh,"

Ayat sensed something different in Shyra's demeanor. "Shyra! Sab... theek hai?"

(Shyra, is everything... okay?)

Shyra hesitated for a moment, then sighed, walking further into the room, she sat on the bed. "Pata nahi. Mujhe bas Ayla api se abhi baat karna hai bohot darr lag raha hai." Shyra's hands fidgeting nervously.

(I don't know, I just want to talk to Ayla api, I am scared.)

Ayat's eyes narrowed in confusion that what could make Shyra scared. "What happened?"

"Pehle mujhe laga it's not a big deal, but fir realise hua it is a big deal, I mean, I am married and... I should consider these things and..." Shyra was mumbling, and Ayat couldn't understand a single word.

(At first I thought it's not a big deal, but then I realised it is a big deal...)

"Shyra, relax, take a deep breath," Ayat put her hand on Shyra's hand, and told her. Shyra did as Ayat told her.

"Ab bataiye, kya hua."

(Now tell me what happened.)

"Kafi din se tabiyat ajeeb ho rahi hai... I mean, I feel more tired, nauseous and some food makes me want to puke and..." Shyra counted few things which were making her sick.

(I am sick from few days...)

"Ya Allah, yeh toh kafi serious lag raha hai." Ayat's eyes widened in shock. "Apko wakai mein api ko dikha lena chahiye, food poisoning bhi ho sakta hai..." Ayat was worried for Shyra, but her sentence made Shyra's face stern.

(This sounds serious.)
(You should talk to Ayla api, maybe it's food poisoning.)

"Ayat, theek hai main samajhti hoon tum gynae nahi ho lekin... kya kahu tumse ab..." Shyra stopped talking.

(Ayat, I know you aren't a gynae but still... what should I say to you...)

"I think I am pregnant." She leaned toward Ayat and whispers. Though no one was there to hear them, but Shyra was still scares if other person hear it. That's why she didn't even discuss it with Rukhsar or Hamna, they will definitely become so excited and it will make Shyra overwhelmed. She doesn't know what she feels about pregnancy.

"Oh... ohhhh..." Now Ayat understands everything. "That's... that's great, congratulations." Ayat happily said, extending her arms out, she hugged Shyra.

"Abhi confirm nahi hai kuch, isliye toh api se milne ayi par... koi baat nahi shadi ke baad dekh lungi..." Shyra again stood up, wanting to leave. This was making her so nervous that she couldn't sit still, and she didn't want to talk to anyone.

(Nothing it confirm yet, that's why I came here to talk to api... but I think I should talk to her after the wedding...)

"Wait, Shyra, hum api ko call kar dete hain, kit le ayengi toh abhi test kar lena."

(Wait, Shyra, I will call api and tell her to get a kit, you can try it.)

Shyra nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She again sat down.

"Mujhe bas... janna hai..." Her words fumbled together. She couldn't say anything further. Ayat wrapped her arms around Shyra.

(I just... want to know...)

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed. Especially since this is your first time going through something like this. But remember, you're not alone. Hum sab apke sath hain. Kabir bhai se discuss kiya?" Shyra shook her head, she didn't want to tell Kabir anything until she is sure of.

(We all are with you. Have you talked to Kabir bhai about this?)

Kabir and her both are fond of kids, they both love playing with Arsalan and Azrin, but Shyra isn't sure how having her own baby would feel like.

"Pareshaan mat ho. Hum api ko call karte hain. Tab tak aap juice piye." Ayat broke the hug, and picked a glass of juice from side table which Rubab sent for Ayat just minutes ago.

(Don't worry, I will call api. Until then you drink juice.)

Shyra took the glass from her, but she didn't drink it, while Ayat dialled Ayla's number.

•••

Ayat's blouse was ready. After they collected the blouse from boutique, Ayla asked Kaif to stop on a pharmacy.

"Sab theek hai?" Worriedly, Kaif asked.

(Is everything okay?)

Ayla could only nod her head before getting down, the evening's growing darkness seemed to mirror her apprehension. Time was slipping away, and the weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders. Ayat was supposed to be ready by now, they had to do her photoshoot, and function is about to start after an hour exactly. But, it would take Ayat at least more than hour to get ready, this would delay the function.

As Ayla entered the haveli, her heart pounded. The guests were chatting animatedly, the hum of their voices creating a backdrop to her racing thoughts. She roamed her eyes around, but couldn't find any family member, then shaking her head, she left for her house. Few people tried talking to her, but she quickly make excuses to get away.

•••

"Shyra, calm down," Ayat said the same sentence for 101 times. But Shyra keep walking around.

"Juice pijiye." Ayat points at the juice which Shyra had placed on coffee table.

(Have juice.)

"Mera mann nahi."

(I don't want to.)

"Toh hume de dijiye." Ayat added. She could never understand how people stop eating when they are worried, because she feels more hungry when in tension. And today, her condition was not any better than Shyra.

(Then give it to me.)

Just then, the door creaked open, and Ayla walked in with Ayat's altered blouse and pregnancy kit in hands.

"Ayat, yeh lijiye aur jaldi se taiyyar ho hum beautician ko bulate hain. Aur, Shyra..." Ayla gave the blouse to Ayat and ordered her, then she turned to Shyra, her face become soft seeing how tense Shyra was.

(Ayat, here, go and get ready quickly, I will call the beautician, and Shyra...)

Ayla offered Shyra a reassuring smile and gave her the kit.

Shyra's hands trembled as she took it, her eyes filling with a mix of emotions – hope, fear, and a kind of poignant vulnerability. Her eyes filled with tears as she keep looking at the kit.

"Shyra, try karein." Ayat said, impatiently. She wants to know this before the start of the function.

(Shyra, go and try.)

"Ayat," Ayla called Ayat softly, telling her to be quite.

"Shyra, pareshaan mat ho. Jo bhi result hoga, achhe ke liye hi hoga."

(Shyra, don't worry. Whatever the result might be, it will be for good.)

"Api, main confused hoon ki mujhe chahiye kya." In a low voice, Shyra confessed.

(Api, I am confused what I want.)

"Samajh sakte hain. Aisa hi feel hota hai test se pehle, lekin yakeen mane, dil khud hi mutmaeen ho jata hai result se."

(I can understand. This is normal to feel before taking the test. But believe me, your heart will be at rest with the result.)

Ayla remember her time, when she was taking the test, there were so many things going on in her mind. Kaif and her hadn't talked for weeks, Rubab was sick, Ayat was in coma, and the baby just seem to add more worry to her mind, she didn't think she was ready. But as the result showed positive sign, her heart become light, there was peace on her face. This news brought immense happiness to her, which was soon broken when she returned home. But nevertheless, Azrin is her biggest happiness.

"Jao, try karo, aur sab dhyan se karna." Ayla said gently, her calm demeanor a source of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions which was in Shyra.

(Go, try it, and do everything carefully.)

Shyra nodded, her eyes fixed on the kit

•••

Shyra did as Ayla instructed her to do so, now, she was waiting as the timer counted down. Every ticking, her heart beat increases.

The distant sound of laughter and chatter came from Ayat's bedroom. Maybe her cousins have came here, and this made Shyra worried. She didn't want to go out when the room is packed. She was only comfortable with Ayat and Ayla about this matter.

Shaking her head, Shyra again turned to the white stick, waiting for it to show the result.

•••

Shyra was in Ayat's washroom, and that's why Ayat couldn't change there, when she thought of changing in her bedroom, their cousins came, so she silently sat on the bed.

"Api," When few minutes passed, and Shyra didn't come out from the washroom. Ayat called Ayla in low voice and points at the washroom door.

Ayla understands what Ayat was trying to say.

"Achha aap log please thori derr ke liye bahar jaye Ayat ko ready hona hai." She told the cousins, "Final look ke sath hi sab dulhan ko dekhna ab." She was trying to keep her voice lighthearted and joyful.

(Okay you all leave please leave the room, Ayat have to get ready.)

"Haan, sahi keh rahi hai Ayla, tum sab taiyyar hoke baith gayi aur ab tak bechari dulhan taiyyar nahi hui, chalo yaha se." Nafeesa as always came to Ayla's support and took everyone out from the room.

(Yes, Ayla is right, let Ayat get ready in peace.)

"Shyra," When they left, Ayla locked the door, and went to washroom door.

"Ajaye bahar koi nahi hai." She told Shyra. And few seconds later, the door of the bathroom was opened, revealing Shyra who's eyes and face were wet with tears.

(Come out, no one is here.)

"Kya hua?" Ayla got worried, Ayat also got down from the bed and came there.

(What happened?)

"Positive hai." Sniffing, Shyra smiled and told them.

(It's positive.)

Ayla and Ayat's hands simultaneously slapped their mouth from screaming loudly.

"Congratulations." They both said it together and hugged Shyra.

Shyra laughed freely. Ayla was right, when she hold the pregnancy stick in her hands, she wanted it to be positive, and when it did come positive, she couldn't control her tears.

"Kal hi aap humare sath Hospital chalna." Breaking the hug, Ayla told her.

(Tomorrow, you will come with me to the hospital.)

Shyra could only nods, then her eyes fall on Ayat, who was standing there with a huge grin.

"Ayat, I am so sorry, tum ab tak meri wajah se taiyyar nahi ho payi..." Embarrassment and guilt wash over Shyra. Today is Ayat's big day, and here because of her Ayat hadn't even got ready.

(Ayat, I am sorry, you are not ready yet because of me...)

"Arey koi nahi, taiyyar hone mein zyada time thori lagta hai, yun ho jayenge." Carelessly, Ayat told her.

(Don't worry, I won't take much time to get ready.)

She never liked doing much make up or anything, but still before any function Ayla does her make up, and it doesn't take more time. She thought today would be the same, in fact beautician would work a lot faster than Ayla as they are professional. But little did she know that it takes a lot time to do a bridal make up.

"Shyra, aap bhi jaye taiyyar ho jaye. Ayat toh theek hai late entry ho jayegi inki, aap bahu ho, apko function mein hona hoga." Ayla turned to Shyra and told her.

(Shyra, you go and get ready. Ayat's entry will be late. But you are the daughter-in-law, of the house, you have to be there.)

"Api, aap bhi taiyyar ho jaye ab." Ayat commented. All three of them looked at each other, then their clothes, Shyra was wearing dark purple shalwar kameez, Ayla was dressed in white straight kurta and pants, while Ayat was wearing the same blue t-shirt which years ago came in her cupboard by mistake and it belongs to Hanan.

(Api, you should also get ready now.)

"Hum pehle Azrin ko dekh lein." Ayla said, and was about to leave.

(First, I need to check on Azrin.)

"Azrin ko mamma ne taiyyar kar diya tha, lekin unhone apni dress kharab karli lawn mein khel ke." Ayat informed her,

(Mamma dressed up Azrin, but she ruined her clothes.)

"Isliye unke liye humne extra dresses banwayi thi, maloom tha function tak toh ruk hi nahi sakti yeh larki." Ayla commented.

(That's why I bought extra dresses for her. I knew she would ruin her dress before the starting of the function.)

"Aap change kariye, hum beautician ko bhejte hain." Telling Ayat this, Ayla left. After her, Shyra also left.

(You get change, I will send the beautician.)

•••

Kabir entered the room, his eyes widened in surprise and admiration. There stood Shyra, draped in the very red saree he had chosen for her. The rich fabric adorned her with elegance, its red colour complementing her radiant beauty. Kabir was speechless for a moment, taking in the sight before him.

Shyra was making bangles set to match with the saree, she was lost in her thoughts, thinking about the good news which she got today. She was thinking how to tell this to Kabir, he would be happy, she is sure of it, but still, they just got married recently, and they never came to the topic of kids yet.

Shyra didn't see him coming in or when he stood behind her. Kabir had to clear his throat to catch her attention. A mixture of happiness and apprehension danced in Shyra's eyes as she met his gaze. She opened her mouth to say something, then hesitated, her words caught in her throat for a fleeting moment.

"Koi aaj behadd khoobsurat lag raha hai, meri soch se bhi zyada khoobsurat." Kabir put his hands on the either sides of her dressing table, caging her in between his arms and told her. A warm smile gracing his lips.

(Someone is looking extremely beautiful today, even more beautiful than I thought.)

"Ab aap khush hain?" She asked. She knew when she told Kabir she isn't gonna wear saree, he was upset with this fact, but he didn't force her. He would always be happy in whatever she would wear. But she couldn't break his heart by wearing another dress. She was just teasing him that day.

(Are you happy now?)

"Bohot. Saree mein aaj tak koi itna haseen nahi laga jitni tum lag rahi ho."

(I am. No one has ever looked this beautiful in saree before.)

This removed Shyra's smile as a deep frown appeared on her face.

"Kitni larkiyon ko saree mein check out kiya hai?" She asked, her eyes narrowed in irritation.

(How many girls you've checked out before?)

Kabir was confounded by this. "Main woh... main..." He didn't know how to explain her. Before he could say anything further, Shyra burst into giggles.

(I... actually, I...)

"Look at your face." She points at his face and told him, still laughing.

Kabir looked at her with sharp eyes, but her radiant smile brought smile on his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "Tum bhi na." He murmured against her skin.

Shyra's eyes fluttered closed, savoring the tender moment. But just as Kabir was about to turn her around and seal their affection with a kiss, Shyra's heart raced with a mix of emotions.

She knew she had to tell him the news – the reason her heart had been aflutter lately. As Kabir leaned in, she gently placed her hand on his chest, halting his advance.

"Kabir," She called him, there was so much love in her voice, but hesitation too. "Mujhe kuch batana tha apko."

(I want to tell you something.)

"Yes?" Kabir asked, he was surprised because of her hesitant. "Bolo, kya hua?" When she didn't speak, he cupped her cheeks and insisted, looking into her eyes, concern flickering across his face.

(Say it, what happened?)

"Main... main..." Shyra closes her eyes, not knowing what to say. "Aap..." but before she could get any word out from her lips, a knock on the door interrupted them.

(I... I...)
(You...)

Kabir looked at Shyra. "Baad mein baat karte hain." He pat her cheek and told her, then left to see who is on the door.

(We will talk about this later.)

Shyra looked at his back with a pout. She wants to tell him as soon as possible, knowing very well that he would be a lot happy with this news. But alas, she had to wait it seems like.

It was Rukhsar on the door, who first scolded Kabir because he was not ready yet, then she called, and took her downstair.

•••

The moon hung high in the star-studded sky, casting a soft, romantic glow over the lavishly decorated wedding venue. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, illuminating the sprawling lawn. Colorful flowers adorned every corner, while elegant drapes billowed gently in the breeze. The stage, ornate with golden accents, stood proudly at the center of the lawn.

"Itna time kyu lag raha hai?" Hanan was sitting on the elegant sofa, dressed in a regal sherwani that only heightened his natural handsomeness. Kabir has occupied the spot where Ayat is supposed to sit.

(Why it's taking so much time?)

"Tumhe maloom toh hai Ayat ki taraf thora masla ho gaya tha." Kabir informed him again.

(You already know some trouble occurs on Ayat's side.)

"Haan, fir bhi. Function 7 baje start hone wala tha, chalo India hai yaha toh kuch bhi time se nahi hota guests aney hi 9 baje start hue lekin fir bhi, ab toh 11 bajne ko aye hain. Itna waqt kyu?"

(Still, function was about to start at 7 o'clock, I know people in India aren't punctual about time, and they starts coming at 9, but now it's 11. Why it's taking so much time?)

"Kuch derr ka aur intezar hai mere bhai, fir uske baad Ayat se hi puch lena itna time kyu laga. Waise itni besabri maine toh kahi nahi dekhi." Kabir was enjoying Hanan condition, this was Kabir's opportunity for a bit of playful payback.

(Wait for some more time my friend, after that you can ask Ayat why it took her so much time. I have never saw anyone this restless before.)

Huzaifa and Alzan, standing a distance away, engaging with the guests who were coming to the stage, heard Kabir's comment.

"Humne toh dekhi hai." Huzaifa whispered to Azlan, simultaneously, their eyes moves towards Shahzain, who stood alongside Khushnuma, engrossed in conversation with some of the guests.

(We certainly have saw.)

For today's function, Khushnuma wore a saree that exudes grace and elegance. The patterns of her attire are adorned by the vibrant hues, and she drapes a delicate shawl over her shoulder, adding an extra touch of regality to her appearance.

Khushnuma's radiant smile captures the attention of everyone around her. She moves gracefully to engage with guests, she was feeling proud and emotional as she saw Hanan, after all these years of hardships, he was getting the happiness which he deserves.

Shahzain, however, was drawn to Khushnuma like a magnet. His eyes reflect both love and admiration as he gazes at his wife, unable to take his eyes off her.

In between the celebrations, Shahzain finds himself following Khushnuma wherever she goes. His endearing behavior doesn't go unnoticed, and it doesn't take long before Khushnuma scolds him,

"Kya hai, Shahzain? Apne umr ka hi thora sa lihaz kar lein." Her irritation evident in her voice. She was getting embarrassed by his act, and some of the relatives were pointing out this too.

(What it is, Shahzain? At least consider your age.)

Shahzain chuckles, then with a hint of mischief, he told her. "Nazar na lage tumhe isliye tumhara nazar battu bana hoon."

(I've become a protective charm for you so that no evil eye befalls you.)

Him and his charming ways of words would always leave Khushnuma speechless.

"Aap..." She opened her mouth to scold him, but couldn't because she felt shy, shaking her head, she left. And Shahzain followed after her.

(You...)

Shahzain following Khushnuma around didn't went unnoticed by his elder brothers. Who recalled the days when Shahzain and Khushnuma were newly married and in Hamna's wedding, it was same as this. They have saw Shahzain being just as restless as Hanan.

•••

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Ayat finally stood before the mirror, a breathtaking vision in her bridal attire. Her red lehenga shimmered with sequins catching the light with every graceful movement she made. The rich crimson hue of the lehenga contrasted beautifully against her radiant complexion, enhancing her beauty to an ethereal level.

The lehenga's skirt flowed elegantly, its layers of fabric creating a mesmerizing cascade of red as she walked. The choli, adorned with delicate patterns, fit her like a second skin, accentuating her curves and lending an air of timeless allure. The dupatta, draped artfully over her shoulders, completed the ensemble with its own share of lavish detailing, and a green hue dupatta framing her face.



Ayat's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and relief as she took in her reflection. Her short brown hair had been meticulously styled, adorned with jasmine flowers that emitted a sweet fragrance. Her jewelry, a harmonious blend of gold and precious stones, added a tradition touch to her appearance.

After the long wait and the countless adjustments, Ayat had transformed into a resplendent bride, ready to start the new journey of life. The mirror before her reflected not just an image, but a moment of sheer enchantment that would be etched into her memory forever.

Door swung open, revealing her parents, and Ayla. Their eyes glistened with unshed tears as they saw Ayat, their little girl, now a radiant bride.

"Masha'Allah, bohot pyari lag rahi ho." Rubab went to her, cupping her cheeks, she kissed Ayat's forehead. Tears welled up in Rubab's eyes and her voice quivering with emotion.

(Masha'Allah, you are looking beautiful.)

Azlan's voice was filled with a mixture of pride and sentimentality. "Yakeen nahi ata aap itni badi kab ho gayi."

(I can not believe how much you've grown up.)

Between the chaos of unexpected events, Ayat remained surprisingly serene today. She was super calm when they got to know the banquet was seized by the police they have to hold the function here in the haveli, she carelessly shrugged and said "Api ki shadi bhi yahi hui thi aur ammi jaan batati hain mamma baba ka walima bhi yahi hua tha."

(Api got married here. Mamma baba's reception was held here too.)

And when the blouse was too tight for her, she wasn't worried about the blouse, but her gaining weight, which she later forgot by eating two muffins. And Shyra's good news just added more happiness to this day. Ayat was calm only because of her unwavering excitement.

But upon seeing her parents, an unexpected surge of emotions overcame Ayat. Her serene facade cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes. She rushed into Azlan's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Areyrey, ab aap log roye toh na, make up kharab ho jayega uska." Jokingly, Ayla said, as she dries her eyes and came forward.

(Don't cry, her make up will be ruin.)

Azlan looked at his elder daughter, then extended his right arm for her, Ayla hugged her father.

"Mujhe aap dono pe bohot fakhar hai aur Allah ka shukar hai unhone mujhe itni pyari betiyan di hain." He told them, while he looked at Rubab with admiration. He could never thank her enough for giving him such precious daughters.

(I am proud of you two. And I am so thankful to Allah for giving me you two.)

After Ayat was born, they didn't have any other kid, neither Azlan wanted anymore kids, but people have many times suggested Rubab to have another baby, as both kids are daughters and they will leave one day, only a son becomes parents's support when they get old. Rubab always felt belittled by these comments.

When one day, she hesitantly apologised to Azlan for not giving him a son, he got angry at her for badly, that was the first time when her got angry at her and definitely the last. He forbids her to ever speak anything like that again, he doesn't want his daughters to feel inferiority complex. They were happy with their daughters, but people talks never stopped, Azlan would only say the same thing.

"Betiya toh rehmat hoti hai. Allah ka shukar hai mere yaha do do rehmatein hain."

(Daughters are blessing of Allah, I am very lucky to have them.)

Azlan had great pride in Ayla and Ayat, and then his daughters also always made him proud. Ayla consistently secured the 1st position from school to intermediate, and Azlan always felt proud of his daughter's intelligence. In his family, they didn't educate girls much, and they would get married right after graduation. Naziya Begum, Rukhsar, Hamna, all had only graduated and now manages their households after marriage. But Azlan had decided that he would never let this happen to his daughters. If Ayla wanted to continue her studies, she would receive full support.

When Ayla was in the 12th grade, she revealed her dream of becoming a doctor, and she had even cleared the medical entrance test. Naziya Begum wanted Ayla to follow Rehnuma's path and get a degree before marriage, but Azlan sternly refused. He was determined that his daughter would pursue education only then she will marry. Despite not wanting it, he agreed to the marriage of Kaif and Ayla because of Naziya Begum's failing health, fearing she would leave the world while being unhappy with Azlan.

Ayat didn't always secure the 1st position like Ayla, but she was always among the top 3 in her class. Both daughters inherited intelligence from their father and grandfather. Ayat, being the youngest and everyone's favourite, always had a gentle and simple nature. She was deeply attached to animals, as if she could feel their pain. Sometimes, she would bring home an injured squirrel, and other times, a stray puppy. That's why she chose the veterinary field for herself.

However, their lives weren't adorned with just flowers. Ayla had faced a lot in her life, but still,  faced everything with courage. Azlan couldn't believe that she was the same little girl who, used to cling to Azlan's neck and cry for so long after falling.

And then there's Ayat, the youngest among them all, but unmatched in wisdom. Whatever mistakes she made in innocence, she accepted them with her bravery and apologies for it in front of everyone.

Azlan and Rubab both were very proud of them.

•••

Azlan and Rubab have left to get the hallway clear, and informed everyone about Ayat's entry. While Ayla stayed back with Ayat, deciding to talk to her before the function.

"Ayat, humari baat pe dhyan se sune..." Holding Ayat's hand, Ayla softly called her.

(Ayat, listen to me carefully...)

"Waise toh hume aap pe aur Hanan pe pura yakeen hai ki aap log woh sari galtiyan kabhi nahi karenge jo humse hui hai, lekin fir bhi hum apko kahenge koi bhi galti ko apne rishte se badi na hone dijiyega. Unki galti pe unhe waise hi maaf kariyega jaise apko umeed hai unki maafi ki apni galti pe." Ayat was listening attentively to Ayla. Keeping every word to her heart.

(While I have complete faith in you and Hanan that you will never make the same mistakes that I made, still I would say to you that never let any mistake be bigger than your relationship. For his mistakes, forgive them just as you hope for forgiveness for your own mistakes.)

"Aur haan, ek aur baat, Hanan se pehle hi sab discuss kar lena, kya chahiye, kya nahi, sahi waqt, sari planning pehle hi discuss kar lena chahiye."

(And yes, one more thing, discuss everything with Hanan beforehand, what you want, what you don't, the right time, all the planning should be discussed beforehand.)

"Api, hume jo bhi chahiye hum khud khareed lenge Hanan se kya discuss karna?" Ayat asked, being confused by Ayla's advice now.

(Api, if I want something, I would get it for me, why I need to discuss with Hanan?)

Ayla smacked her forehead on Ayat's maturity.

"Ayat," Tiredly, she called her. "Hum saman ki baat nahi kar rahe. Family planning ki baat kar rahe hain. Shyra ki parhai complete ho gayi hai, lekin aap abhi bhi parh rahi ho. Hum yeh nahi keh rahe parhai ki wajah se family planning delay kar dein ya kuch bhi, woh apka aur Hanan ka decision hoga, lekin fir bhi, yeh sari baatein soch samajh ke hi plan karna." Ayat was too stunned to say anything now, she couldn't utter anything.

(I'am not talking about things. I am talking about family planning. Shyra has finished her education, but you are still studying. I'm not saying that family planning should be delayed because of education or anything; that decision is yours and Hanan's. However, still, think carefully and plan all these things considering everything.)

Family planning? These two words were enough to again make her nervous.

Before Ayla could talk to Ayat further, Azrin came there.

"Mamma, dekhe... wow..." Azrin was coming in to show Ayla something, but when she saw Ayat dressed up as a bride, her eyes rounded in amazement.

(Mamma, look... Wow...)

"Khala, aap bohot achhi lag rahi ho." She went to Ayat and told her.

(Khala you look pretty.)

"Khala ki jaan, sabse pyari toh aap lag rahi hain." Pinching Azrin's cheeks, Ayat placed a soft kiss on her forehead and told her.

(My love, you look the prettiest.)

A knock on the already opened door came, both Ayat and Ayla looked at the door and found Kaif standing there.

"Woh... Azrin ko gajre chahiye the, uske liye liya toh..." He came in, and showed her the flower bracelet which he was holding. Azrin happily showed her hands to Ayat. Azrin was wearing golden bangles and now there were flower bracelets in her small wrists. Ayat kissed her hands.

(Azrin wanted flower bracelets, I was buying for her so...)

Ayla's heart faltering as she looked at the bracelets. It was white jasmine flowers which made her breath hitched. It was after so many years that she is seeing jasmine flowers. She remembered the countless times she picked jasmine flowers from their backyard and placed it on Kaif's room.

"Bohot achha kiya, Kaif bhai, api ne toh choorhiyan bhi nahi pehni. Gajre pyare lagenge." When Ayat saw that Ayla was not ready to take the bracelet from Kaif, she said. Bringing Ayla's attention, as she glared at Ayat.

(You did great, Kaif bhai, Api isn't wearing bangles. Bracelets will look beautiful in her wrist.)

"Choorhiyan kyu nahi pehni?" Now Kaif noticed her bare wrist, and asked.

(Why aren't you wearing bangles?)

"Bas aise hi..." Ayla looked down and mumbles.

(Just like that...)

"Mamma, le lijiye..." Azrin came forward, and hold Ayla's hands. She was now getting bored standing there.

(Mamma, take it...)

Hesitantly, Ayla took the bracelets from him with a small thank you.

•••

"Api, kisi ke kirdar pe ilzam lagana bohot galat baat hai. Koi apse sachhi mohabbat kare, aur aap uski ki mohabbat ki kadr na karo, uspe shakk karo, issey zyada mohabbat mein aur kya bura ho sakta hai." Kaif has left with Azrin, who demanded to go out as she was playing there. After he left, Ayat decided to talk about the thing which she knew Ayla was avoiding. But still, Ayat couldn't stay silent after the scene she witnesses between Kaif and Ayla just minutes ago. Both had longing for each other.

(Blaming someone's character is very wrong. If someone truly loves you, but doesn't value your love, doubts your, nothing could be worse than this in love.)

"Lekin mohabbat mein maaf karne se zyada important aur kuch nahi. Hanan ne agar hume maaf na kiya hota toh aaj yeh din na aya hota. Humne bhi anjane mein sabke samne unpe ilzam lagaya, kitne saal se woh yeh sab bardasht kar rahe the humari wajah se. but still, he forgave me."

(But in love, there is nothing more important than forgiveness. If Hanan hadn't forgiven me, this day wouldn't have come today. I also unknowingly blamed hin in front of everyone, he were tolerating all this because of us for so many years. But still, he forgave me.)

"Aur hume pata hai, aap abhi bhi Kaif bhai se pyar karti hain, toh aap bhi ek aur chance kyu nahi deti unhe. Maaf kar dijiye unhe, api. You both need each other. Zidd na karein."

(And I know that you still love Kaif bhai, so why don't you also give him another chance? Forgive him, api. You both need each other. Don't be stubborn.)

Ayla realises when one thing, that she didn't need to give any advice to Ayat, she was already very mature, little dumb though, but still, she understands everything very well.

•••

Ayat's challenges were far from ending. Just as everything appeared flawless and she prepared to exit the room, she encountered an unprecedented experience, the first time she walked properly in lehenga and heels. However, her steps faltered under their weight.

"Itna heavy dress kyu liya?" Azlan looked at Rubab and asked, his concern was visible on his face, as he observed Ayat's struggle.

(Why did you get such a hefty dress for her?)

"Khushnuma layi hain. Ayat, aap theek hain." Rubab told Azlan before turning to Ayat, her own worry was visible on her face.

(Khushnuma bought it for her. Ayat, are you okay?)

"Hum theek hain bas... baba, humara hath mat chorhiyega." Ayat attempted to reassure them, although her own confidence wavered. Azlan held her hand protectively.

(I am fine... baba, just don't leave my hand.)

•••

O... Aaja aaja dil ke gaaon
Raahein dekhe koi
Jaagegi phir kismat sohne
Jaagegi phir kismat sohne
Thi ab tak jo soyi...

Hanan stood at the center of the grand stage, his heart racing in excitement. The soft glow of the lawn lights created an aura of serenity, casting a warm spotlight on the entrance where Ayat would soon make her appearance. Hanan's eyes scanned the room, the air humming with excitement, as the notes of a familiar melody began to drift through the air.

The lights dimmed, descent the room into a gentle darkness, except for a solitary beam that illuminated the entrance with a mesmerizing glow. A hush fell over the audience, and Hanan's gaze became fixed on that single point of radiance.

Hua chaaron ore shehnaai shor
Tu meri ore chal nikla
Chadhi prem lor, O dil ke chor
Kar meri bhor, ab mukh dikhla

Slowly, gracefully, Ayat emerged from the shadows, holding her father's arms. A sea of emotions swelled within Hanan's chest,

A verdant green dupatta veiled her face, which formed a frown on his face.

"Aaj ke din ghoonghat kyu?" He whispers to himself.

(Why she had hidden her face today?)

Raanjhanaa hua main tera
Kaun tere bin mera
Rounaqein tumhi se meri
Kaun tere bin mera
Tera hai chaar chuphera
Kaun tere bin mera
O.. kaun tere bin mera

Every step she took seemed to stretch time itself, drawing out the tension and excitement. The gentle melody of the song intertwined with the rhythm of their hearts, as Hanan's eyes never left Ayat's form.

As Ayat drew closer, her presence seemed to fill the entire room. Hanan's smile, one that held a thousand unsaid words, bloomed on his lips. The path between them was a bridge between their past and the promise of their shared future. His heart swelled with a mixture of joy, awe, and a sense of completeness he had never felt before.

Tan thirke thirke
Mann behke behke
Tera kehke kehke khudko
Mere dil ki baat jaane qaaynaat
Tere dil ki khabar bas mujhko
Aaana baatein pyaar ki laana
Aana thoda pyaar jataana

Their eyes locked, and even though her face remained veiled, Hanan could sense the depths of Ayat's emotions in her gaze. It was a silent exchange, an unspoken feelings that resonated in the air.

As Ayat reached the stage, Azlan gently lifted the corner of her dupatta, revealing a glimpse of her radiant smile. Hanan's heart skipped a beat,

"Haye!" He whispers, as rush of emotions overwhelmed him.

Hanan extended his hand, inviting her to join him on the stage and embark on this new journey together.

Azlan placed Ayat's hand in Hanan's and blessed them for their new journey of life.

"Kya hua?" When Ayat didn't tried to step on the stage, Hanan inquired softly.

(What happened?)

"Rukiye," Ayat whispers back, she was struggling to climb the two steps of the stage.

(Wait,)

By now, Khushnuma had also arrived, she wondered why Ayat is standing in the same spot, even after the photographer had captured their moments.

Raanjhanaa hua main tera
Kaun tere bin mera
Rounaqein tumhi se meri
Kaun tere bin mera
Tera hai chaar chuphera
O.. kaun tere bin mera

Hanan's eyes flickered towards his mother, asking a silent permission to which Khushnuma responded with a subtle nod. And that was all he needed.

In a move that resonated with grace and strength, Hanan swept Ayat into his arms, a symphony of hoots and cheers cascading around them.

Blushing furiously, Ayat's heart raced as Hanan carried her effortlessly in his arms. Her shy gaze met Hanan's tender eyes, a mixture of surprise and delight was on his face. The crowd's cheers and hoots seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

But seconds later, Ayat's cheeks burned even brighter, as she realises everyone in the lawn witnessed this, even her father.

Her gaze briefly met her mother's, and she saw a twinkle of amusement and affection in her eyes. It was as if she was silently giving her approval, a gentle reassurance that helped soothe Ayat's nerves.

As Hanan continued to hold her, Ayat wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers curling into the fabric of his suit. His touch was comforting, his presence reassuring.

Meanwhile, Khushnuma watched the scene with a soft smile, her heart brimming with happiness for her son. She had always known that Ayat was the perfect match for Hanan, and seeing them together like this only confirmed her belief.

Azlan, on the other hand, walked away discreetly, giving the young couple their moment. His heart was at peace though, Hanan couldn't see Ayat struggling even for a minute and gave her his strong support. What else any father could wish for their daughters.

When they reach the centre of the stage, Hanan finally set Ayat back down on the sofa, and he sat in front of her on his knees, fixing her dupatta.

"Achhi lag rahi ho." He whispers. Ayat's shy smile met his, she could never thank Allah enough for making Hanan her companion.

(You look nice.)

When he was done, he sat beside her, holding her hand. The journey ahead was uncertain, but they were ready to face it together, hand in hand, hearts entwined.

•••

Ayat always maintained a simple look with a clean face, and when she appeared as a bride, her beauty was so captivating that everyone kept turning to look at her. Even Hanan didn't looked any less handsome. Seated together, the bride and groom looked like an ideal couple; anyone who came on stage couldn't help but praise them repeatedly.

Hanan was starting to feel troubled now.

"Yeh log toh nazar hi laga denge Ayat ko." He thought to himself, then he glanced at Ayat sitting beside him, she was looking down on her hands with a shy smile. Something stirred within Hanan; she looked so lovely that he could watch her for his entire life without blinking, yet he didn't want anyone else to look at her. Hanan's eyes then fell on Ayat's green veil that was on her head. Moving forward, he lowered the veil and hid Ayat's face once again.

(They will cast evil gaze on Ayat.)

"Haan ab theek hai." Hanan said to himself, and Ayat had looked at him with surprise.

(Now it's fine.)

A little while ago, Hanan had made faces when saw Ayat's veil, but now this very veil was meant to protect her from the evil eye. No one's attention would be drawn to Ayat anymore, and if anyone comes on stage, only a few ladies would bother to lift the bride's veil to take a look; otherwise, most people would just greet and leave.

"Mummy, idhar aiye." Hanan called Khushnuma, who was standing a little away.

(Mummy, come here.)

"Kya hua?" Khushnuma asked.

(What happened?)

Hanan took out several notes from his pocket and handed them to Khushnuma.

"Humari nazar utar dijiye,"

(Remove the evil gaze from us.)

"Pagal ho gaye ho? Function khatam hone do, ghar chalo tumhari sari buri nazar utar dungi." Khushnuma glared her stubborn son.

(Are you crazy? Let the function end, when we will go to home, I will remove all the evil gaze from you.)

"Nazar sab abhi laga rahe hain, aur aap ghar jake karne ko keh rahi hain."

(Everyone is casting their evil gaze now, and you are saying let's go home first.)

Ayat listened to all of this in silence;

And then, due to Hanan's insistence, Khushnuma had to remove the evil gaze from the couple on the same stage.

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