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With absolutely no tears in my eyes, I stared ahead as the men from our family placed the body in the grave and began to place three handful of soil over it. It was then that it finally registered in my brain, I wasn't even able to say a proper good bye. I Would never be able to see that face again or hear that voice again.

The hollow in my chest kept on growing deeper and deeper. I hadn't shed a single tear since yesterday but now that I finally saw it happening, it felt as though someone was constantly stabbing my heart with a knife.

Women were not allowed in and so we were only watching it from outside. I began to breathe heavily as pain and agony slammed into my heart.

I began to rush in when Nabiha caught my arms. She was already crying but she knew that what I was going through was far more painful. "Please Nabiha let me go. Just once. Just one last time." I began to plead but she embraced me while patting my head. "Shhhhhh! It's fine. You are such a strong girl. Please stop crying. You have been through so much. This shall pass too." For a second it seemed as though she was elder to me and I was the younger one. The grief could not be described. It felt as though a part of me was being detached. I sobbed in her embrace, unable to see the funeral take place. I shut my eyes and finally cried my heart out. I never wanted to question ALLAH's decisions. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason but this time my guards were falling weak.

"Stop crying ya rab! You are not supposed to take tension." She kept on trying her best to calm me down but when heavy footsteps sounded around me, I knew that the funeral was over. Everything was done and nobody could bring back a person from death.

"Please make her understand. She is not allowed to take so much stress." Nabiha said and I knew that she was talking to someone else. Within seconds Nabiha loosened her hold around my shoulder as I felt myself being tugged back into somebody else's embrace. I continued to weep all the more.

"Stop crying please, let's go home." I clutched on to Ahad's arms tightly and let myself drown in it. I rubbed my tear stricken cheeks on his white Kurta while sniffing loudly.

"You will fall ill if you continue to stress so much. I'll take you home now." His words had temporarily managed to distract me from the grief. "No... No.. I need to talk to Humza. Please Just once. I need to tell him that I am ready to go back home." I spoke hurriedly whilst crying but Ahad jolted my shoulders.

"Anaabiya.. He has gone." I looked around to find him no where. I couldn't even spot his car. Pain like never before slammed into my heart. Even he left me. The pain was soon replaced with anger. How could he? He knew I needed him. I jerked Ahad's hand away. "I'll go back on my own. I don't need anyone." I growled taking a step back. "No.. I'll take you." Ahad neared me but I put my hands up to stop him. "I am not a kid Ahad. I can go on my own. I have to bring back my clothes from Fatima's house." Without waiting for him or Nabiha to say a word, I turned around and walked in a known direction. Fatima's house was not far away from the graveyard. I walked past the shops and houses into a known street.

How could Humza do this to me? He knew I needed him. He promised me he would wait. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. All of this was too much for me.

I was soon pulled out if my daze when my phone began to vibrate. I fetched it from my pocket to see Humza's name blinking on my screen.

If he thinks he is going to leave me everytime he wants and then call me back whenever he wants, then it's not going to happen. Ever since that night, he shut himself up. He was ignoring me and running away from me. Days after days, he kept on distancing himself from me. I tried to talk to him but he refused to open up. I myself was deeply hurt by bibijaan's death and Huzaifa's betrayal but I wasn't going to push Humza away. I knew we both needed each other but for him it was so easy to block me out. I rejected the call and continued walking until my phone vibrated again. This time it was a message.

Meet me at Starbucks right now and don't even think of not showing up.

Syed Humza Junaid.

I blocked his number for now. He could deal with it. I was trying not to think more about Bibijaaan's funeral. I couldn't even see her face for the last time. She was a mother figure to me. Now that I lost her, I lost my mother again. My friend's apartment was finally in view. I shuddered when I saw an audi parked outside the building. It could be anybody's car. I reassured myself.

The moment I entered her house, I spotted a man in tux sitting on the furniture. My luggage was kept beside the furniture. The moment he saw me, he stood up instantly.

"Excuse me miss. Sir Humza has been waiting for you at Starbucks and I would suggest you to come soon." It was a feeling of deja vu. Everything was happening again but this time I wasn't going. "Tell him that I am not coming this time." I gritted and began to take my luggage.

"But ma'am he told me to get you any how. He is not in a good mood so I would suggest you not to delay." He answered.

"You can leave. I am not coming." I almost shouted this time.

"Your sister has been taken away and if you want her safety you'll have to come." I gaped at him still not believing him at all. Was this some kind if joke?

He must have sensed it because he held his phone out to me. "Talk to your sister." I looked at him out of bewilderment. What was even happening?

I placed the phone to my ear only to hear Nabiha cry, "Api please save me. I don't know what's gotten into Humza bhai. Please. Please come fast. I.." Before she could even say more, the man in front of me snatched the phone away.

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled at him. "Ma'am if you want her safety, I suggest you come with me." I had no other option but to avail.

I was furious this time. He couldn't possibly hurt my sister. As we reached Starbucks, the man who was driving escorted me in. The whole place was occupied. I tried searching for him but he wasn't there.

"Get the hell out everyone." His sharp voice almost made me jump. I turned around to look at him. He was literally glaring at me. In no time the whole Starbucks was empty again. I felt my temper being raised too. He was the one who left me there.

"Tell me you did not block me again." He scowled. "I did. What are you going to do about it huh?" My tone was challenging.

"What am I going to do about it?" He was mocking me. I cocked up an eyebrow challenging him all the more. He pulled me by my arm and my body immediately flushed against his. His hazel eyes were twinkling with mischief. He dipped his hands into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

"When will you grow up?" I groaned. He unblocked himself and put the phone back in my pocket. "There I unblocked myself." I pushed him back slightly, careful enough not to touch his injury and he released his grip around me instantly. "Where is my sister?" I asked, folding my hands to my chest.

"I am right here." My eyes immediately snapped to the source of the voice. I Was puzzled. Nabiha was sitting right at the corner most table and it was slightly hidden due the pillar in the middle. I wonder how I didn't notice her. She was eating a grilled chicken salad sandwich and a chicken mozzarella turnover. "I am sorry. Humza bhai bribed me. Don't blame me. Food is bae." She spoke with her mouth full. This was unbelievable. I just gaped at her as she picked up her food and started walking towards the staircase. "I'll be up. Giving you two a little privacy. You can call me when you are done so we can celebrate." She winked, before ascending the stairs and going to the first floor.

"Great! Now I have no reason to stay here." I was furious. I was about to leave when Humza pulled me to himself again. "Where do you think you are going?" He questioned. "It doesn't concern you." I struggled to set myself free but I couldn't. His hold was tight despite his injury.

"It is my concern. Whatever you do is my concern." I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

"Then you should have thought about it when you left me at the graveyard and when you shut yourself up by pushing me away." I was literally scolding him.

"Anaabiya nobody knows what I am going through other than you. You are my all. I was depressed. You have been through this too. Bibijaan was a mother to me. Huzaifa was like a brother. It all happened so suddenly. I am just scared. I don't want to lose you now." Tears soon pooled in his eyes. I just stared back at him. I knew he was saying rhe truth.

"Anaabiya I wouldn't have left you at the graveyard but I had received a call from the doctor and she was calling me urgently." My eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion.

"Why did the doctor call you? Is everything alright? Is it something about your injury?" I panicked, to be honest. I waited for him to answer my question. He remained expressionless as he handed me a white paper folded neatly.

"What is this?" I catechize. "Have a look." I moved back and unfolded the paper. It had my name written on it. The second thing I saw was the word 'pregnancy' and the third word I saw was 'positive'. I blinked back a couple of times. I still couldn't believe I was reading it right. I re-read it and looked up at Humza to find him grinning at me. I couldn't control myself and I plunged at him. He at once embraced me in a bone crushing hug. "Oh my ALLAH! Humza you are going to be a father." I exclaimed.

"Do you know that I would have drowned into depression but you saved me?" I heard him say. "I love you." My voice was a little muffled as my head was pressed up against his chest. I was overwhelmed. It was a dream come true.

"I love you too Anaabiya." Butterflies erupted in my stomach. He still could do that to me. "But wait, the doctor asked me to tell you that there is this medicine that you have to always take on time. It's important for your pregnancy." I pulled back at once to look at him. I was scared. Were there any complications already?

"Which medicine? And for what?" I looked back into the report to see if something was wrong with it.

"But there is no complications or medicines written here." I looked at Humza perplexed.

"Oh it's not written there. The doctor had told me verbally." He answered calmly.

"What did she say?" I was already nervous. Why was my happiness always so short lived?

No. Trust ALLAH for everything. I was already explaining it to myself in my head.

"Well the doctor said that if you want a healthy child." He started off and I listened to him attentively. "You have to kiss your husband 7 times a day. He even said that the husband can increase the dose as per his wants." He was now laughing like a lunatic and I was scowling by the end.

"Humzaaaaaa." I groaned while hitting him lightly on his shoulder. "Oowww!" I almost forgot about his injury. "I am sorry. I am sorry." I apologized hurriedly as if it could decrease the pain. "Gotcha!" He laughed and I only glared at him. He cupped my face and kissed my forehead. "I am never letting you go Anaabiya. I wouldn't survive a day without you. I want you to know that your life is my life's best part." He confessed and I couldn't help but cry, I was that overwhelmed.

Every piece in my puzzle finally fell into place.

The key was simple. The moment we realize that everything happens by the will of ALLAH, all our worries begin to fade away.

Even when he takes us into troubled waters, we must know that it is not to drown us but to cleanse us.

All this while when I was thinking that Humza was breaking me, he was only putting me back together. I also knew now that the world was full of monsters with friendly faces and angel full of scars. I had finally found my angel.

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