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"تعلق بعد میں تبدیل ہو کر جو بھی راہ جائے

محبت میں وہ پہلا مسکرانا یاد رہتا ہے"

(Taluq Bad Mai Tabdeel Ho Kar Jo Bhi Rah Jaye

Mohabbat Mai Wo Phela Muskurana Yaad Rahta Hai)

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

2 weeks later

Hayat villa has been hyperactive for the last two weeks because today is Wajeeh and Zubaria nikah day.

Everyone were busy with different duties for the wedding preparations as they wanted to make this whole event memorable for the couple, especially for Zubaria.

All her siblings and cousins were putting so much effort that she cried after every two minutes hugging them and thanking them.

All the wedding preparations were done but the youngsters wanted to make the nikah day more special as Shahbano told them it is the most sacred bond.

They took all responsibilities for the nikah arrangements and let the elders relax for at least one function.

Kabir and Roshane took the nikah setup and sitting arrangements responsibility, Rumi was given her favorite task flower arrangement and decor while Azlaan and Yawar took the catering services and food responsibility.

Kinza was so angry when no one gives her any work as Ghazal beghum and Rukhsar bibi ordered her to just take care of Amal and herself everything will be managed, she pouted sulkily and everyone laughed at her adorable expression but she obeyed them at the end.

As it’s is just a family affair with just bride and groom family and friends, so it easy for them to arrange this at Hayat villa.

The whole household was happy but the person for whom the preparations and arrangements are made was feeling anything but happiness.

Zubaria was in her room staring outside the window lost in her thoughts, her left hand had the dried rose that he felt the last time, it was still a remembrance of what will happen toward and her heart was in constant turmoil.

She caressed the dead rose stem but soon a sudden sound startled her when someone knocked at the door.

She came out of her trance, quickly hiding the rose in her side drawer far away from someone sight and moved toward the door to open it.

She opened the door just to get shocked seeing Jhanzeb Hayat Khan standing there smiling at her with his dazzling smile, she also smiled at him or attempted to and step aside to let him in.

“Dadda Ji ap kyu aye mujhe bola lety...,”

She said smilingly while he chuckled at her words. She holds his hand and made him sit on her bed while sitting beside him.

“Ab mujhe apne Bacho se baat karni ho tu main unky kamry main bhi nahi aa skta kya?”

He asked dramatically making sad-faced. While Zubaria laughed at his antics.

“Nahi main ne yeh tu nahi bola... It’s just… if you wanted to say something you should have called me… apne khud ko kyu takleef di,”

She asked softly as she smile when her grandfather looked at her with warm smile.

Jhanzeb Hayat Khan always had a soft corner for all his children but he loved his granddaughters dearly.

He caressed her cheeks with so much adoration; she looked at him and saw his misty eyes. She also became emotional but controls her tears bravely.

“Mera bacha itni jaldi bara hojayega main ne socha hi nahi tha... main hamesha apni pyaari bachiyon ko bidaah karne ke khayal se bohat darta tha… Dil abhi bhi kanp jata hai lekin jab sochta hun na ke tujhe kabil haatho main sonp raha hun… tu ek sukoon mil jata hai,”

He spoke brokenly with little smile and tears flowing continuously from both of their eyes.

(My child will grow up so soon I didn’t think about it… I always fear when the thought of sendig all my granddaughters came into my mind. My heart still clenched with fear but then I realized that I am handling your responsibility in capable hands and I get sudden relief.)

“Main nahi janta ke tumhary aur Wajeeh ke darmiyan kya hua jo tum dono aj tak ajnaabiyo sa rawaiya rakhty ho par... Ek baat main jaanta hun… jis ki gawahi Mera Dil deta hai Zubaria… wo tumhain bohat khush rakhe ga uski parwarish main ne enhi haatho se ki hai mujhe pta hai mera Wajeeh Mera maan kabhi totne nahi de ga... Bas Mera bacha apne rishty ko ek moqa zaror dena tum dono,”

(I don’t know what happened between you and Wajeeh that you both act like strangers. But I know one thing…my heart give me the reassurance Zubaria… he will make you very happy… i brought him up… he had my upbringing, I know my Wajeeh will never broke my trust… I just want you both to give one chance to this relation.)

He advised her wisely while she looked perperlexed at him, she was shocked and surprised that her grandfather knew about their relation.

He spends his whole life learning lessons about relations, values and misunderstanding that’s why he wants his children to amend their relations and not prolong this heartache more.

“Yeh galat fehmi...yeh pareshani jald khatam hojayegi mere Bache bas khud ko aur usko es naye safar main saath chalne ka moqa dena...,”

“And if that person didn’t want to walk beside you? If that person just want to drag you so down that you cant stand up then dadda jaan… phir kya kare insan?”

Jhanzeb sahab smiled at his granddaughter innocent and painful yet honest question.

He patted her head with a sad smile and looked at her with wisdom of years and answers of experience shining brightly in his eyes.

“Zubi putar… insan na bohat complex hota hai… dukh main muskura deta hai khushi main rota hai… khud par zulam karta hai… jaanti ho kaise?”

When Zubaria shook her head Jhanzeb hayat khan continue his words, as he looked ahead with a blank look but his mind was flashing with many scenario of past.

“insan khud ko tabah kardeta hai… fanaa kardeta hai… kuch mohabbat main, kuch wafaadari main, kuch dosti main aur kuch nafrat aur galatfehmi main… jab insan takleef main ho tu usko sahi aur galat main faraq nahi rehta… wo dosry ko bhi wohi takleef deta hai jo uski zaat ko roz marti hai…jo usko us insan se milti hai behsak us koshish main wo khud bhi marta hai… khud par bohat zulam karta hai…,”

“Es aaziyat ko kaise khatam karein dadda jaan? How should we stop this destruction? Is it really love?”

“love is of many forms my love… love is pain, love is relief, love is finding happiness in someone smile or getting peace from someone pain… love is never simple and easy… ek baat yaad rakho… jo apse mohabbat karta hai wo kabhi apko takleef de kar sukoon main nahi rehta… his soul also burn with yours sometimes more than you ever know…revenge in love is never one sided just like hurt is never onesided… yeh do dilon ka khail hai… yaha ek nahi dono jeetey hai ya dono har jaty hain,”

she just asked all questions coming to her mind because she need all reassurance before she signed her life to him, for either lifetime happiness or destruction.

She just looked like a curious kid looking for guidance and her grandfather gladly provide her.

“How to cure this? Kaise thek karein esko dadda jaan?”

“By resolving the misunderstandings… sab galatfehmiyon ko hal kar ke… us takleef ka marham ban kar… un-kahi baton ko samjh kar… rasta mushkil hoga lekin anjaam bohat pur-sukoon hoga… main tum sab se bohat mohabbat karta hon and I want nothing but happiness of all my children and I will make sure you all will get what you deserves… consider this a small parting gift from your old dadda jaan… Baki sab Allah Pak par chor do beshak wo behter se behtereen karne wala aur dene wala hai,"

He said lovingly while Zubaria nodded her head crying and hugging him.

He silently prayed for all his children and especially for these two who are going to bind today in the most sacred bond but still they are victims of fate that cause heartache and misery to them for the last four years.

He can tell her everything and resolve the matter, but it’s their fight, their demons and he wanted them to fight them and won this battle because in the end they will have each other to cherish.

“I promise Dadda Ji... Main poori koshish karo gi es rishty ko nibahane ki... Apka maan nhi tooty ga… you have words of Zubaria hayat khan,”

“I know you will puttar… I know,”

Jhanzeb Hayat Khan sighed in relief listening to her words as he pulled her close to his heart and kissed her head.

Zubaria also felt light and peaceful, she knew she had to fight for her new life and happiness but she was determined now to take whatever he will throw at her with bravery.

Their emotional and peaceful moment was broken by the sound of sniffing from the doorway and they turned around to look at the door.

Roshane and Rumi came to drop Zubaria dress but seeing the grandfather- granddaughter emotional exchange they also get emotional luckily they didn’t heard much just the last few words.

Rumaisa was the one sniffing and that bring Roshane out of her trance who fake coughed to get their attention trying her best to lighten the situation.

“Arey wah!! Yaha itna emotional scene chal raha tha aur main ne miss kardiya that’s not fair Dadda Jaan… I want to capture it,”

Roshane said mischievously to dissolve the emotional environment and succeeded when everyone laughed at her words while Rumi slapped her head and grace her with her famous glare.

Roshane just rolled her eyes and moved toward the duo ignoring her twin and calling her killjoy under her breath.

“Agar hum na aty api ki dress dene ke liye tu apne tu Sara Pyaar akele akele hi Zubaria api ko de dena tha... Nahi Matlab kya ap na-insaafi kroge ab Sara Pyaar api ko de do ge tu humara kya hoga?” Roshane said teasingly.

Zubaria and Rumaisa shook their head at their drama queen sister acting and Jhanzeb sahab smiled at his naughty granddaughter antics.

“Badmash... Yaha aa... Tujhe pata main tum sabse bohat pyaar karta hun aur tum teeno main tu Jaan hai meri... Meri bachiyan… mere dil ka sukoon,”

He beckons Rumi and roshane who happily goes to him as Zubaria made room for rumi and roshane took the other side.

He hugged them, kissing their foreheads and prayed to his Lord to maintain the smiles of his grandchildren.

And just like that they talk and enjoy their time before the big event starts as family, as a unit.

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After giving Zubaria her dress and accessories to get ready, Rumi and Roshane again ran here and there to finalize the last touches of decor.

Roshane was setting the pillows on the floor where they have done the nikah set up with a beautiful classic theme and everything was done simply but according to Zubaria like.

She was almost ready wearing her beautiful cream dress with long open hair in wavy curls, hands adorn with floral bangles that she ordered for the ladies.

She sat beside the large antique tub like bowl that had flower petals and floating candles, she wanted to place them near the nikkah setup for decoration.

Her work was almost done as she rubbed her hand to clean the imaginary dust, she was grinning proudly looking at her handiwork.

She flipped her hair as if praising herself and beamed with happiness.

“Kamal kardiya roshane hayat khan… you are the best,”

She then frowned looking at her watch almost cursing Kabir.

She shook her head and reached for her phone to call Kabir who was helping Rumi with flower baskets when suddenly her phone ringed.

She ignored it because she knew who it was since morning Faizan Malik was trying to contact her.

She was so busy that she can't answer it that's when she received a message saying Faizan got her number from their professor as they are still project partners.

“Ugh... What is his problem? “

She sighed and replied to him telling him the reason for not responding to his calls and messages, she was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't see Kabir coming back and looking at her who was now smiling at something that Faizan said.

He nudges her shoulder and she got scared dropping her phone on the floor in fright. Kabir raised his eyebrows at her.

“What happened the Great Roshane Hayat Khan got scared? Huh...,”

He was smirking while wiggling his eyebrows at her. Roshane slapped his arm and he groaned in pain, his smirk soon turned into frown.

“Shut up you idiot... you just came suddenly… I didn’t get scared just shocked with your presence... you know by seeing your ugly face... you monkey,”

"Oh please... I am the most handsome and dashing man in this house... You are just jealous of my natural beauty... You churail,”

He spoke confidently dusting imaginary dust from his sleeves and collar.

Roshane rolled her eyes at him and her phone again pinged that remind her of Faizan messages and her neglected phone, Kabir also notices her phone on the floor and get down to pick it.

Roshane gasped because she didn’t want Kabir to see Faizan messages and fight with her, she didn’t want to hide anything from him but knowing him and his temper from the last interaction about faizan, she didn’t want to spoil Zubaria nikkah and their mood.

Kabir stand up and was about to see her phone screen when Roshane snatched it from his hands.

Kabir gets shocked as they always use each other phones nothing is secret between them and roshane sudden act surprised him.

“What happened? Is everything ok roshi? You are acting weird,”

“What do you mean? Nothing is wrong… yeah… I am fine… everything is fine… why did you ask?”

“Then why did you snatch the phone from my hands? Are you hiding something from me roshi?”

Roshane was nervous as she clutched her phone close to her heart but she soon recovered and narrows her eyes at him, acting cool under his suspicious gaze.

“NO! I am not hiding anything idiot… why would i? I just take it because of your dumb self… yeah totally because of you…,”

Kabir raised his eyebrows in question and roshane tried her best to maintain her stern face, she wanted to run far away from his skeptical look.

She knew if she stand here for one more minute he will soon know she is indeed hiding something.

That’s why she like a pro looked at him with angry look putting all the blame on him.

“You called me churail remember… so you can’t see my phone or even use it... Now go and get ready… because of you idiot, I am also late,”

She said narrowing her eyes and quickly ran to her room without listening to his response.

Kabir was so shocked at her behavior that he stands there for sometime frowning at her weird act.

She was already dressed for the function and then her running away to get ready blaming him to distract her was indeed suspicious.

He knew her like the back of his hand and this behavior is not setting with him.

"There is something you are hiding roshi... but don’t worry, I will find it soon very soon… kuch tu garbar hai daya but I am ACP Kabir hayat khan… I will find out your little secret roshi… just wait and watch,”

He spoke confidently with a mischievous smile on his face and goes toward his room thinking about Roshane and his future tactics to get her to spill the beans.

…………………………………………

Azlaan came into the house after checking the arrangements in the backyard garden where the catering service was arranged. He was so frustrated because of a certain grey-eyed girl.

Rumi was again playing hide and seek with him since that night two weeks ago.

She thinks she was ignoring him but he notices her every movement and action keenly. She always avoids any situation that involves him.

“Allah jane yar… what is wrong with this girl? I mean I am not that bad looking… yeh tu aese bhaagti hai dekh ke jaise zakoota jin dekh liya ho…huh,”

He was frustrated and tense with her behavior but he also wanted to give her time to digest every word he said that day because now that will be her only reality.

He smiled at that thought and moved toward the TV lounge to check everything and then get ready when he saw her.

She was coming downstairs with a basket of floral bracelets for the females.

She was looking ethereal in just simple picthachio dress , still, she was the most beautiful one for him.

He was frozen at his place with heart beating furiously against his rib cage and breath stuck in his throat.

Rumi was coming to place the gajras plate near the nikaah setup, when she looked upward, her breath also stuck.

In front of her stands the person from whom she was hiding from the past two weeks.

She can always feel his intense gaze at her, his maintaining distance and not confronting her again relieved her, but as all good things come to end this will too.

She can see the storm of emotions in his eyes and quickly averted her eyes and moved toward the TV lounge.

Azlaan came out of his trance and smirked seeing her again running from him.

He shook his head and goes behind her.

Rumi was accessing the arrangements and the decor of the floral curtain of jasmine, Lilly, and red rose that was to place between the bride and groom at nikkah time.

She was so engaged in her task that she didn't sense his presence behind her.

Azlaan stands behind her inhaling her amazing smell but he wanted to hear her voice, he was dying to hear her angelic voice.

“Something is missing don’t you think...,”

He whispered huskily and she gets startled.

She turned around to look at him but he was already looking at her so she again looked toward.

She didn’t want to talk with him but this was Zubaria biggest day and she wants everything to be perfect.

She sighed in defeat and asked him about what’s wrong.

“What is missing? Tell me please… I will sort it out...,"

She spoke more like a whisper. Azlaan smiled hearing her voice, it’s like he has some incurable disease and she was the only cure he needs.

Just hearing her voice, frustration for two weeks disappears in thin air.

“I don’t think you can do anything about it,”