Surprise update😍

(Sigh) I know I said new chapter will be published on tuesday but most of u asked for it early so here I am.

Enjoy!

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Hoor was sitting with her mother while Fajar was showing her shopping to her Khala. Hadi was as usual in Hoor's lap. Hoor's mother was seeing her dresses in awe. Richness was clearly visible in dresses and jewellery. She looked at Hoor who was enjoying seeing the shopping with sadness in her eyes. She couldn't shop for her daughter. She wished her daughter could look as equal as them. But they were saving money for upcoming wedding. She could only afford to bring one dress for Hoor for main function.

When Fajar went to keep the things back she turned to her daughter. "I am sorry beta. Hm sirf apke liye 1 hi dress kharid sake..."

"Tch...kya zarurat thi ammi apko kharcha karne ki. Aapi k shadi k dresses ko abhi tak hmne hath nhi lagaya. Hm wahi pehen lete. Ap bhi na." She looked at her mother disapprovingly.

"Beta mai kaise na leti. Yha sab itne ache ache kapde pehente hai. Mai bhi chahti hu ki meri beti un se zada na sahi unse kamtar bhi na lage."

"Ammi hmari pyari amiiiii...apki beti sabse pyari hai. Or hame mehenge kapdo ki zarurat nhi hai acha dikhne k liye." Hoor said flicking her hair like a queen amd tried to ease the situation.

Rukhsar who came to give her haldi dress got teary eyed looking at the mother-daughter love. Wiping the tears away she entered acting casual.

"Hoor...ye lo maine tumhare liye haldi ka joda banwaya hai. Sham ko function me yahi pehenna."

She lovingly said to her and forwarded the dress.

"Aunty...nhi iski zarurat nhi hai. Ammi boleee naaa." She declined her politely and then turned to her mother.

"Maine sabke liye banwaya hai beta. Inkaar mat karo. Or ye tumhare size ka hai mai kya karugi ise rakh kar. Lelo beta please." Hoor couldn't deny her after her pleading. So she reluctantly took the dress and thanked her.

Haldi function was in the evening. No one has talked to her about her wedding till now. All were busy in some or the other work. She came out of her room in search of Mirha who couldn't stay in one place even after sitting in Mayon. It was already 1 pm and she had to get her ready.

She was walking downstairs when she saw him walking upstairs looking down. She stopped in her tracks seeing him after 2 days. Her breath stuck when he stopped and looked up at her. His eyes were bloodshot red as if didn't slept for days...his hair were dishealved. She had this stupid urge to move his hairs from his forehead with her hands.

Zaydan was looking at her like he was drought and she was first rain of the season. He soo much wanted to look away from her but couldn't thinking he is looking at her for the last time.

"Hoor!" They both looked away at Mirha's voice. She was maybe shouting from her room. Without looking at him again she turned away and walked towards Mirha's room.

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Zaydan stood there for good two minutes looking at where she was standing a while ago. Shaking his head he walked to his room. He was furious. At himself. He was loosing his control. Punching the wall nearby he didn't cared about the damage he was doing to himself.

"Zaydaaaaan". He looked at his mother who was looking at him shocked with mouth wide open. Locking the door she came inside.

"Kya ho gaya mera bacha. Ye kya haal banaya hua hai." She lovingly asked caressing his face.

"Ammi...ammi..." he started crying like a baby. Rukhsar took her son in a hug not able to see his state.

"Ammi wo kyu nhi milti mujhe. Wo kyu maaf nhi karti mujhe. Ammi please ap usse kahe na k wo mujhe maaf karde. Please ammi usse kahe naa k wo kisi or se shadi na kare. Ammi please na maine apse aj tak kuch nhi manga please ammi ap meri khwahish puri karegi na. Ammi mai bhot sharminda hu ammi lekin mai nhi kehna chahta tha jo maine kaha. Mai to us lamhe se pachta raha hu. Use kahe na wo jo saza dena chahti hai mujhe manzur hai lekin itna zulm na kare mujh par. Mai mar jaunga uske bagair. Please Ammi..."

He made her sit on the bed and sat on his knees in front of her pleadingly. At last he kept his head on her lap crying with hiccups.

Rukhsar was shocked at his state. It was first time he was sharing something with her. It was first time he was asking for something from her. But she was confused. Why was he asking for forgiveness? What was he regretting so much? And most importantly who was she? After coming out of the shock she sat down with him and kept his head in her lap again. Slowly roaming her hands through his locks who was still crying she asked him.

"Kon hai wo beta? Batao apni ammi ko. Kis chiz ka pachtawa hai tumhe? Mujhe batao kon hai wo." She demanded answer from him. Listening to his mother's question he got up from her lap and sat leaning on the foot of bed.

"Hooriya..." Rukhsar was shocked at his confession. She was more confused now. What had he done to her?

"Apko pata hai hm pehli baar kaise mile the? Usne mujhe badtameez kaha tha." He smiled looking distantly as if remembering the incident. "Maine raste me bag dal diya tha or wo gir gayi thi. Or shehzadi ki tarah keh kar chali gayi k mai pehli bar aya hoon isliye maaf kar diya mujhe. Wo bhot mukhtalif hai Ammi. Wo meri shakal par kabhi nhi gayi usne mere dil par waar kar diya. Pata nhi kab kaise lekin ho gaya ishq. Use bhi hua. Lekin pata hai maa maine uska dil kuchal diya. Apko yaad hai wo behosh padi hui mili thi uska wo haal bhi meri wajah se hua tha ammi..." He then told her everything. From Zain to his jealousy and from her proposal to his anger to the refusal and the slap. Everything.

"Ammi mujhse bhot bada gunah ho gaya Ammi. Allah mujhe kabhi maaf nhi karega ammi. Maine har dua me sirf do chize apne liye manga hai pehli maafi or dusra Hoor. Ammi mujhe maafi dila de. Please ammi mai nhi khona chahta use mai mar jaunga Ammi."

He was crying continuosly. Rukhsar was sinking in the information. She couldn't believe Hoor was this serious about him to ask him for nikah. But it was right islamically.

"Mujhe pata hai k maine uska dil toda hai. Lekin mujhe us raat k baad kabhi chain ki nind nahi ayi ammi. Aati bhi kaise? Uske sath sath maine apme dil par bhi talwar chalayi hai..."

Rukhsar was crying with her son not able to control anymore. How much this two souls have suffered. And she didn't even knew that her son was going through so much pain all these years. What kind of mother she was? Who can't even recognize her own child's pain.

She wiped her tears and stood up making him stand up with her. She traced her palm on his cheeks lovingly.

"Mera betaaa." Kissing his forehead she said.

"Allah jo karta hai ache k liye karta hai. Jao jakar fresh ho jao. Apni behen ko aise rukhsat karoge. Hmmm?" He just nodded and went to washroom.

Rukhsar was in her thoughts walking out of his room. She didn't knew what to do now. Her son was on verge of losing sanity. Hoor was in love with him. He was also in love with her. Hoor's marriage was fixed with somebody else. She was late in sending her proposal. Her son, he asked something from her for the first time but she couldn't give it to him.

Jerking her thoughts away she shook her head wiping her tears and decided to focus on her daughter's wedding for now because damage was done and their was no going back.

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Ramsha was Zara & Hoor's Mama's(uncle's) daugter. She just came here and was now making her way to the room which Zara told her was on third floor.

"Yaaar left tha ya right?" She mumbled to herself. "Right hi tha. Left me nahi hoga." She said and stepped towards third room in the corridoor.

Entering the room she fell on the bed dramatically. Sinking in the room in process.

"Hayeee life ho to aisi. Guest room bhi kitna acha hai. Sabko separate. Lekin ye thoda ladko wala color hai. Iske jagah..." She went in thinking mode. She stood up and began to check the room but startled when the bathroom door opened and fresh masculine scent engulfed her. She inhaled deeply feeling pleasant & turned around only to get biggest shock of her life.

Ali stepped out of the washroom in just trousers. His hairs dishelved. Water dripping from his hairs to his toned abs. Before her gaze would make their way downwards she shrieked and turned around abruptly.

"Astagfirullah. Astagfirullah."

Ramsha began to chant.

Ali was shocked at first to find a girl in his room roaming around freely as if she was the owner. And currently was looking at him with her jaws drop open. He got out of his trance when she shouted and turned around. He quickly took his shirt from the cupboard and wore it.

"Ahmm. You can turn around." She turned around with her hands on her face and peeked through her fingers to confirm if he is dressed or not. Clearing her throat she dropped her hands and started fiddling with her fingers.

"Ap?" He asked wanting to know what was she doing here.

"Wo...wo...ma...mai...wo...Fa...Fajar ne ye...room...bataya...tha..." she was badly stuttering and pausing between her words.

"Konsa room kaha tha?" He asked.

"Third floor pr right me fourth room." She said looking down.

"Iska matlab ap meri padosan hai." She looked at him confused. "Mera matlab ye third room hai iske bad wala hai APKA room." He said concentrating on 'apka'.

"I am sorry..." she trailed off looking at him.

He shook his head, smiling. Amused at her behaviour. "Koi baat nahi." Ali stepped towards her a little.

"Waise bhi mera room itna haseen isse pehle kabhi nahi laga." He said tilting his head little to the right looking keenly at her.

Her eyes widened at his statement. She looked at him with opened mouth.

"I...I...I should go." She nearly whispered. Picking her hand purse she went towards the door but stopped at his voice.

"Suniye..." He called her. She stopped but didn't turned around. "Aisehi ronak lagate raha kariye. Is kamre ko ap jaise chand k chehre ki zarurat hai."

Ramsha blushed furiously at his choice of words. How effortlessly he flirted with her using her name's meaning. Without looking back sensing his intense gaze she stepped out of the room.

Ali could only stare at the place where she stood few minutes ago. Smile was adorning his face. He couldn't grasp what happened few minutes ago. He sure was smitten by her. He closed his eyes for a second only to see her image imprinted on his heart.

Chuckling softly he stepped towards dressing table to get ready.

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Ibrahim came to Jahangir House for some official work with Zaydan. He couldn't find him anywhere in the chaos of guests. He was about to call him when he saw her coming towards him.

"Ibrahim bhai...ye Zaydan Bhai ne diya hai apko dene k liye. Wo koi zaruri kaam se bahar gaye hai." Fajar told him forwarding the file in hand towards him.

"Oooh acha. Waise kaha gaya hai wo?" He asked still looking at her.

"Pata nahi..." She shrugged.

He looked at her thinking what to talk to her. He didn't wanted to end the conversation no matter what. So he said what came to his mind. "Tum mujhe bhai kyu bulati ho?"

Fajar looked surprised at sudden question but none the less replied.

"Aap Zaydan Bhai k dost hai or unke age fellow hai isliye..." She replied innocently looking at him.

"Ooh. Lekin mujhe acha nahi lagta k tum mujhe bhai bulao." He said leaning towards her a little.

Fajar startled at his response & stepped back.

"Kyuu Ibrahim Bhaiiiiii???" She said composing herself and elongating 'bhaii' at last.

He looked at her with amusement. Clearly knowing she will tease him again & again now.

"Bhot jaldi pata chal jayega ye 'kyu' ka jawab tumhe." He said stepping towards her for a second & next moment he was gone. Fajar was confused at his behaviour but shrugged her shoulder and went away.

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Author's note:

Early update🤩🤩 because you guys deserved it.

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So [wiggling eyebrows] what do you think about new addition in love?

Comment about Ali & Ramsha.

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Ibrahim & Fajar.

And most importantly Zaydan? I literally was on verge of crying while writing his part.😪😪

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