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Hamdan came to call his sisters for dinner. But his steps halted when he heard their conversation. He couldn't contemplate what to do now. Deep in thoughts he turned around and went back without making his presence known. He entered the garden when he saw his father talking with his Jamshed Uncle. Still in his thoughts he stepped towards them.

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After the dinner all of the guests retired to their room.

Hoor, Haniya, Fajar, Safiya, Ramsha, Sadaf & some of the Mirha's cousins were gathered in Mirha's room for the girls night.

Hoor was thinking wether to go to meet Zaydan or not. She was thinking about every consequence when her mobile pinged with message. Picking up the phone she confusedly looked at unknown no.

'I am.waiting.' Only 3 words. Nothing more nothing less. But her increasing heart beat knew from whom that message was.

She looked around her. All the girls were busy in talking and teasing Mirha.

Nudging Fajar slightly she whispered. "Ham abhi aate hai kuch kaam yaad agaya." And before Fajar could say anything she was out of the room.

How can she go to him again. How can she let him break her again? She was Hooriya Rehman how can she let a random person hurt her again & again. But she was helpless in front of her heart. She wanted to look at him last time before she was bound to someone she doesn't love. No matter if he breaks her heart again. She can & she will handle another heart break.

He was standing near the railing of the terrace. He put the cigarette between his lips and puffed out the smoke. He knew she was standing on the terrace gates. Looking at him thinking once again if she should come or not.

He always comes to know when she is near him like they say, "Soul knows when soulmate is here."

She came and stood beside him leaning on the railing. She took a looke at him and her eyes widened like saucers seeing him smoking his soul out.

"Hame pata nhi tha ap smoking bhi karte hai." She stated turning her gaze forward. "Hame suit nhi karta you can continue after I am gone."

He snorted but threw his cigarette & crushed it under his feet.

"Mujhe laga aap mana karegi smoking karne ke liye." Zaydan stated.

"Apne hmko itna haq hi nhi diya."

It was the first time they were not running away from each other. Without beating around the bush their hearts were conversing through their tongues.

Zyadan looked at her with longing eyes. All the past running infront of his eyes making him sigh.

Hoor wanted to ask him for what she was invited here but couldn't. She didn't want to break the silence lurking around them.

"I won't beat around the bush. Did you read the letter I left for you?" Zaydan broke the silence finally asking her agitatedly.

"Kabhi himmat hi nhi hui...bhot dafa hmne wo letter lekar ghanto guzar diye lekin kabhi padh nahi sake." She said with a sigh.

Zaydan looked at her with guilt, regret, fear & love...

"Mujhe maaf kardo Hooriya." He said with the desparation in his voice.

Hoor was shocked. She didn't expected him to apologise to her. But for what was he apologising? For rejecting her? For calling her home wrecker? Or for his own conscious guilt? Or for not reciprocating her love? Or for feeling bad for her being bound to some stranger who doesn't respect girls?

She couldn't count the number of questions on her fingers which were making her mind hazey.

Zaydan was anxiously waiting for her answer.

"Kis chiz ki maafi Zaydan Jahangir. Hmko reject karne ke liye? Maaf kiya. Sab ke bas me hai bhi nahi hmse mohabbat karna." She stated like queen. "For not reciprocating my unrequited love? You are forgiven for that also because not everyone could get their love it wasn't even your falt. But for which you named me as a "home wrecker"..." She left the sentence scoffing at last part.

"You know...I...I..." She hiccuped at last looking down.

Zaydan also turned away his face from her painfull sight. What had he made of her? Just a misunderstanding and it cost both of them their lives.

"I couldn't read your letter because I was afraid that it might contain another insult which I won't be able to take from you." She composed herself and said to him.

"You don't know what have you caused me all these years. And I pray that even my enemy couldn't go through that phase."

She didn't knew how wrong she was. She didn't knew that he has also suffered with her. He has also spent his night only thinking about her. She didn't knew just how much he wished to get the punishment from her. To let her anger lash out on him that she was saving in her heart from years.

"Hooriya please mujhe maaro, mujh par chillao. Itni asaani se mat maaf karo mujhe pleaseeee. Itna zulm nhi karo mujh par Hooriya. Mai mar jaunga tumhare bagair." He didn't knew when the last sentence slipped off his tongue.

Hoor's head whipped in his direction.

"Whh..wha...what did you say?" She couldn't believe her ears. "Are you even in your senses." She gritted her teeth. Not wanting to shout at this hour of the night.

"If this is your way of asking forgiveness than mind you Mr. Jahangir it was very low of you."

She said in hard tone.

"Nh...nhi mai. Tum galat samaj rahi ho Hoor. Aisa nhi hai." Zaydan pleaded her.

"Exactly. Aisa nhi hai. You are just using low card for forgiveness. If you are that desperate to jaiye maaf kiya hmne apko. Koi zarurat nhi hai apko hmare jazbato k sath khelne ki. Just remember one thing Mr. Jahangir 'I can forgive, I can't forget'."

She started walking towards the door not listening to his voice which was calling her again and again. Zaydan started to walk behind her calling her name.

"Hoor...Hoor...please 1 bar meri baat sunlo. Hoor please..."

He stopped when she abruptly turned around facing him.

"Ek baat or hmari shadi me zarur ana warna hm apko kabhi maaf nhi karege. And sorry for the slap that day I shouldn't have touched you but you deserved it. Hmari dua hai apke sath k jisse apko mohabbat ho wo apko zarur mile kyuki hmne mohabbat ki hai apse or hm apko us condition me nhi dekhna chahte jo condition apse mohabbat karke hamari hui thi. Alvida Zaydan Jahangir."

He couldn't stop her after that. She went away like a Queen she was of his heart the same way she came.

That night both the hearts cried at the separation not knowing what future awaits for them.

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Hoor was sitted next to Mirha feeding her with spoon. It was her mehndi today & being the always "bhukkad" in Ahmer's language she was hungry as hell beacause it has been 2 hours since her mehndi has started and it wasn't going to end soon.

"Naam likhwana hai?" Mehndi artist asked her looking up.

"Ha likhwana hai na." Before Mirha could protest Hoor answered. "Batao Mirha dulhe ka naam to batao." She teased Mirha earning a glare.

"Mujhe nhi likhwana naam."

"Likhwana hoga."

"Nhi."

"Haa"

"Nhiii."

"Haaaan"

"Nhiiiiiii."

"Haaaaaaa."

Mehndi artist looked between them helplessly.

"Saad." Hoor said looking at artist & she looked confusedly back at her.

"Naam. Saad hai naam dulhe ka." She said to the artist ignoring Mirha royally.

"Tum bhot khush kismat ho k abhi mujhe mehndi lagi hai warna mai tumhe batati." Mirha said gritting her teeth.

"Areeee zara socho to Saad bhai apka naam dhundege mehndi me and one thing can lead to other you know." Hoor whispered in her ear making her red due to shyness.

"Hawww rang to dekho zara chehre ke." Fajar came exclaiming keeping her hand on her open mouth.

"Hoooooooor." Mirha wiggled earning a glare from artists for moving so much.

"Sorry." She said apologetically and change her expression suddenly looking at Hoor. Earning daggers from Mirha, Hoor looked at her with teasing eyes making her furious in anger.

"Hoor beta tum bhi mehndi lagalo." Nusrat came much to Mirha's relief.

"Ji khaala. Bas Ramsha ki mehndi khatam ho jaye to hm laga lege." She answered.

"Ho gai us ki mehndi. Jao yaha se." Mirha said still in anger on which Hoor kept her hand on her heart dramatically eyeing her for telling her to get lost.

"Jaa rahe hai. Pata hai ap disturb ho rahe hai apne dulhe k khayalo me. Sahi hai bhai ab apni to koi position hi nhi rahi." Hoor coudn't stop but tease her again.

"Hoooooooooooor." Mirha shouted on top of her lungs seeing Hoor making a run for her life. "Betajii tumhari bari aane do saare badle poore karungi mai." Mirha said earning disapproved glances from mehndi designers.

Hoor was running out of the living room but stopped in her tracks before she could hit the person coming from front gaining balance before she falls. She looked up to see him already looking at her but as soon as their eyes met he looked away with only one emotion in his eyes. Hurt.

Hoor eyes stared at his for a second more seeing a foreign emotion in his eyes which he has stored only for her. Hoor's heartbeat increased profusely seeing him near her but next second she turned around and went back to the place from where she ran away few seconds ago.

Zaydan entered after her only to see all the girls applying mehndi except her.

"Tum ruko aane do Shehry ko...Bhaiiiii." He looked at Mirha who was first talking to Hoor than turned towards him.

"Bhai dekhe na Hoor ko. Mujhe sata rahi hai." Her eyes turned moist on seeing him but blamed Hoor for the cause.

Zaydan came around and stood behind Mirha patting her head affectionately.

"Kya hua kyu sata rahi hai ap meri behen ko." Hoor startled at his voice which was aimed at her.

"Hm..ham...to...bas...wo..." she stuttered at the sudden attention towards her and glared at Mirha for bringing her brother in between who was now enjoying the turned plates.

"Bhai dekhe na mehndi me naam bhi likhwa diya." Mirha pouted at her brother.

Zaydan looked curiously at her hands and smiled at his victory after finding them. Hoor was looking closely at his every expression as he was bent between Mirha and her she could clearly see how hard he was trying to ignore her.

"Are waah ye to bohot achi baat hai warna pata chala shadi k din hi dulha-dulhan me ladai or wajah dekho to mehndi par "naam" nhi likhaya." He whispered near Mirha's ear so that his voice was audible to only her and Hoor.

Hoor smirked at Mirha when Zaydan took her side. But soon her smirk disappeared as she saw him looking at her lips with his eyes turning dark.

"Bhaiiiiii." Mirha shouted making both of them flinch and came to reality.

"Ab to meri side lele." She said literally crying making his eyes moist who was controlling his emotions seeing his only sister getting ready for her wedding.

"Mirhaa...aaap. I...I...I am sorry hm apko rulana nhi chahte the." She looked at them with guilt who was now in her brother's embrace from behind.

"Its ok...bas pata nahi kyu rona aagaya. Mai to bas..." She cried hysterically when Zaydan's hold tighten on her. Hoor got up to bring water for the Bride guilt surfacing through her being.

Literally. It is very hard for a girl to leave her parent's house and go with the stranger for building his home. The house on which you took a first step, the house which listened to your first cry, the house in which laughter of life echoes, the house which helds the happiest and saddest moment of your life. In last you have to leave this house. The mother who cared for you from your first breath, the father who would fullfill your wish before even asking for it, the over possessive elder brother, and the younger one whose sun doesn't falls without irritating you. This all have to be left behind. With only memories of your loved once you will have to start a life again with the first step in your second home.

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Safiya was dying out of hunger. Her mehndi was still wet and she was hella hungry. But no one was there to feed her. Everyone called it a night because next day was important as it was baraat and have to rest for it. Safiya sighed dejectedly.

She just turned around after eyeing her food when she bumped into someone & immediately raised her hand as to not ruin her mehndi. She started checking her mehndi with a scowl on her face to see if it is ruined or not royally ignoring the intruder.

Ahmer looked at her who was looking extremely cute checking out her mehndi. His gaze then turned to untouched food which she left on the table.

After she was satisfied that her mehndi was not ruined she looked up only to see the last person she wanted to see right now. Her breath hitched finding him too close to her liking.

After the incident at haldi night she was avoiding him like a plaque. It was the first time Safiya Jahangir was running away from Ahmer Jahangir instead of facing him and giving him the taste of his own medicine.

"Kya haiiiii???" She irritatedly asked him masking her shyness by fury.

"Khanaaa." His soothing voice was like a melody to her ears. It was like once in a blue moon.

"Bhook nhi hai mujheee." She screeched looking down but the next second her stomach betrayed her by growling. He looked at her amused.

"Wo to dikh raha hai." He stated sarcastically. "Aao mai khila deta hu tum bhi kya yaad rakhogi." He said as if doing a big favor on her.

"Hm nhi khayege apke hath se." She stated.

"To kya bhooki jagne ka irada hai." He irritatedly said. "Chup chap betho." He pushed her slightly towards one of the chairs.

She sat down grumpily huffing like a child.

Seeing her expression Ahmer urged to pinch her cheeks but controlled himself. He didn't acknowledged how his feelings towards her changed in a moment. No matter what he couldn't look at her like a "chudail" as he use to call her. The vision was totally opposite now. He knew what the feeling was but didn't want to accept it yet. It was too early for him & for her also.

He started feeding her with spoon all the while gazing her as if she is the most beautiful thing on the earth. She looked down blushing.

"Aise naa dekhe." She whispered.

"Kaise?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

"Jaise...jaise...ke..." she trailed of not knowing what to do.

He moved closer to her pretending that he can't hear her bringing his ear in front of her. Her heartbeat quickened. He could feel her breath on his ear making his heart go crazy.

She pushed him back with her finger slightly touching his head.

"Kuch nahi khaane pe concentrate kare." She said looking here & there non-chalantly.

He smirked at her expression.

"Why? Are you nervous because of me."

"Hm apse nervous kyu hoge bhala." She contradict looking at him.

"Kyuki aisa mai chahta hu." He leaned closer to her face just leaving an inch space between them.

She looked at him drinking in his features. No matter what, he was surely handsome also famous among the girls of which he was very proud of. But she knew he didn't spared a glance towards that girls. It was the first time he was taking interest in her.

"Kya horaha hai yeh?" They startled & moved back at the voice turning around to come face to face with Hoor who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Aa...Hoo...hoor...aa...aapi wo...mai...bas...wo..." Safiya stuttered badly but was saved by Ahmer.

"Ahmmm...kuch nahi bas wo Safi ki mehndi nahi sukhi thi isliye mai isse khana khila raha tha." He cleared his throat to gain some confidence and than told her the reason giving her endearment which was new thing for her making her shy.

"Kya mu se khila rahe the khana." Hoor teased them. Which turned both of them red within seconds.

"Aj suraj kaha se nikla tha. Safiya or Ahmer wo bhi 1 sath wo bhi bina ladai ke." Hoor dramatically kept her hand on her wide opened mouth.

"Kahi pyar ka jadu to nahi chal gaya." She wiggled her eyebrows between them taking out the water bottle from refrigerator. They both looked wide eyed at her as if deer caught in red light.

"Jo bhi ho just keep it halal." She said and went away.

They couldn't look at each other. Just kept gazing in the air.

"Yeh hamare sath kyu nahi reh sakti hamesha k liye." Ignoring Hoor's statement she tried to divert her own mind.

"Pata nahi kyu? 6 mahine me hm se itna attach ho gai ki lagta hi nahi k wo sirf mehman hai. Mai bilkul nahi chahti unki shadi wo Shehry se ho." She kept her thoughts in front of him making a face at the end.

"Chahta to mai bhi nahi hu. Mai to hamesha unhe apni bhabi banana chahta tha." He sighed "lekin kismat. Beti hai jana to hai hi." He looked at her who was now on the verge of crying.

"Nahiiiiiii." He shouted when she was about to wipe her tears with her mehndi claded hands. He took her dupatta and wiped it for her smiling slightly. "Like Hoor said 'keep it halal'." He teased her. She threw an angry glance towards him and turned around to go when his voice stopped her.

"Safiyaaaa." He Lovingly called her. "Tum apni fikar na karna mai tumhe dusre ghar nahi lekar jaunga."

Safiya's eyed widened at his choice of words. Heartbeat increased. She didn't looked back and step out of the kitchen. Many words were spoken in those few words. Only the stupid person won't be able to understand the underlying meaning of his words.

That night both the hearts went to sleep with smile adorning on their faces while black hearts were planning evilly behind the curtain for their next move.