I moved a little in my sleep. I could feel someone stroking my hairs. I opened my eyes slowly only to find my mother smiling at me and Ammar sleeping , his head on maa's lap. I smiled at this scene then lifted my eyes to maa.

"My daughter , do you want anything?" She asked me in low voice. I shook my head indicating no to her.

She was going to say something when baba and hamail came inside. Hamail had a bowl of soup in her hands . Baba came near me and kissed me on my forehead and then checked my fever , it was now less than before. He took bowl of soup from hamail and put the spoon in front of me. I opened my mouth and he put the spoon in my mouth. It was too hot that I screamed. Baba quickly took the spoon out and hamail passed me the water bottle.Ammar quickly sat up

"Are you okay? What happend? Are you feeling pain? Let me call doctor!" He said loudly but in concerned voice in one breath.

I told him that I was fine but somehow he didn't seem satisfied. His quick actions made us all laugh and he sighed when he got to know that it was only hot soup.

He somehow reminded me jiya, the angel girl. I was happy with my family. Even though my body still hurts but my heart was in peace with them.

I completed my iddat. Khala (mom's sister) also came with her daughter Izzah to know about my condition. She was too much concerned about me. Izzah and hamail baked cake especially for me. Phupo, baba's sister ( Alisha's mom) , I usually call her aunty, got to know about Alisha's doing. But she still seemed unconvinced and was somehow blaming me. But baba scolded her for her behaviour and she remained silent and then went home. I couldn't say anything because I knew she was hurt and she was a mother, how could a mother see her daughter being accused. She was still couldn't accept the fact that her daughter destroyed someone's home and her name. But uncle (Alisha's dad) called baba and was very sorry for her daughter's behaviour , baba was angry but still he didn't disrespect him.

Zain's parent also came to know about this and they apologised to me. They told me how Zain became very much disrespectful to them when they visited him to scold him. I asked them not to apologise me as it was not their fault. It was my fate and everyone was unaware of it.

I was sitting in kitchen and was crying , Zain actually married to Alisha and they were very happy. I saw Alisha's insta post in which Zain was kissing her on cheeks and she was laughing and the caption was 'Happily married'. I blocked her.My mom came inside and looked at me. She hugged me from behind and I cried more.

"Everything will be okay my bacha(child). Trust Allah , HE will help you.HE is Almighty, HE must have written happy things for you. Go, my child and offer your prayers and tell Him your all problems. HE definitely listens to everyone." She said calmly.

I stoop and went to offer my prayers. I offered the prayer and told Allah my every misery. Many proposals came for me but many were of a divorced person with two children or one. Ammar and baba were very angry at maa to let the rishta's aunty(proposal aunty) came. I wasn't ready to marry someone now. But maa wanted me to be happy. According to her a partner is important in life and one cannot live peacefully without it.

I love her but sometimes she taunted me backseat of Alisha that I was the one who gave her this much possession on my Zain so now I should endure this pain. I knew deep inside that she didn't mean it but somehow her truth always hit me hard.

I started doing job at hospital as I was a good cardiologist, I was paid handsomely. I met new people and my life was a little peaceful but sometimes I couldn't endure that hurtful truth. I wish I hadn't given this much freedom to Alisha then maybe I would be happily married. I still cried every night . I missed both of them badly but whenever I miss them I cries in front of Allah to give me peace and happiness to them because I still considered her my friend deep down. I never wanted her to feel the way or hurt the way she did to me. I still love her.

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