Qadr

(Respect)

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

The last speech of my prophet,

the last sermon,

He describes one relationship,

Only one relationship,

We are bounded in so many relationships..

(eg; Mother, father, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, grandfather, grandmother, mother-in-law, sister-in-law),

But My prophet stated the right of only one relationship;

"I bequeath you about your wives,

You treat them well.." He said.

Third person's POV :-

Shahnoor's body went numb, so is her senses. She look down on the floor while tears after tears flowed down her reddened cheeks. She felt humiliated, how can he slap her in front of everyone? Never did her own parents raised their hands on her and now he. She bite her lower trembling lip as she tasted something metallic, slowly her right hand reach to her lips. She look at her hand and saw blood, she closed her eyes for a moment as she felt dizzy.

"SHAHZAIB! What are you doing?!" Mr. Raees shouted in anger.

But Shahzaib didn't answer, he kept looking down at her fragile form. Her right cheek which is now redden and a slight cut due to his ring on her cheek, made him hate his own being.

Mr. Raees walk towards shahnoor and helped her getting up by holding her arms. She kept looking down while trembling hard.

"When did you became like this?! Its disgusting Shahzaib! Disgusting!" Mr. Raees said as he noticed the blood flowing down from her swollen lip to her chin.

"Beti (Daughter) don't worry, I am with you. And you Shahzaib, don't you dare to put your hands on her." Mr. Raees said softly to shahnoor first while putting his left hand on her head than to Shahzaib while glaring at him.

"Bhai, what's wrong with you? How can you raise your hand on a girl like that? Especially on your wife?" Firoz asked in disbelief.

While Mrs. Jameela and Rania felt a kind of satisfaction looking at the whole scene. They don't really like shahnoor or her sister from the very start as Mrs. Jameela wanted Shahzaib to marry her daughter, same reason goes with rania. When farah ran away, rania find it a good way to become close to Shahzaib even she is about to get engage to akib but than he married shahnoor which irritated rania to the point that she hates Shahnoor's presence. Zachary and the other bodyguard felt sympathy for shahnoor as well but they can't do anything.

Shahnoor wanted to yell at him, she wanted to say many things which will help her getting all the plus points. She clutched on her abaya by her sides as she remember her mother's words.

'If one becomes fire than the other should become water.'

With the remembrance of her mother's word about being patient with your spouse, Shahnoor closed her eyes while reciting the ayat she remember for having sabr (patience).

'Hmmm... Now I got it. I should love him, have sabr all while, and never insult him and fulfill his imaan. Right na ammi?' Shahnoor whimpered as her own words ranged in her ears.

'Ya Allah, please give me sabr.' She prayed in her heart.

"Its not a good thin-"

"SHUT UP! SHE IS MY WIFE AND I HAVE EVERY RIGHT OVER HER!" Shahzaib shouted cutting off Mrs. Jameela in between.

"Being your wife doesn't mean you'll raise your hand on her, look at her. She is trembling, her lips is bleeding." Mr. Raees said with heavy tone, glaring at Shahzaib.

"I-its... O-okay.. Ple-please..do-don't say any-anything to him." Shahnoor said looking down with a light tone.

This caught Shahzaib's attention, he felt like she stabbed his heart by her soft words. His hand fisted behind his back as he look down.

"Everyone can leave now!" Shahzaib said in a high commanding tone.

"Shahnoor, come with me beti." Mr. Raees said holding on shahnoor's shoulder.

Shahnoor nodded and is about to walk away with Mr. Raees but Shahzaib walk further and stopped her by holding her wrist. She flinched on his touch as she look at him.

"She isn't going anywhere, she will go in my room." Shahzaib said looking in her scared gaze.

"Her lips are bleeding, she needed to be checked up." Mr. Raees said getting irritating.

"Doesn't matter, it isn't that big of a problem. You go get freshen up and make dinner for me." Shahzaib said, still looking at her.

Shahnoor look at him in disbelief, her eyes got all glossy because of the fresh tears yet she decided to have sabr. She look towards Mr. Raees and nodded her head in a reassuring manner. Mr. Raees left her shoulder as she walked away slowly towards the elevator. Everyone than departed towards their room, except firoz and Shahzaib.

"She is a kid, an innocent one. Taking out farah's frustration on her won't bring you any peace in the end." Firoz said to Shahzaib.

"You do not need to give me advice of how I need to behave with my wife." Shahzaib said glaring at firoz.

"You too know, I am not wrong here." Firoz said and walked away with an irritation written over his face.

Shahzaib sighed in tiredness, the feeling that you got after a huge burden relieve from your heart but than someone broke another problem on your head is just like what Shahzaib is feeling.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"You okay ma'am?" The maid asked shahnoor.

Shahnoor nodded looking down while making rotis for Shahzaib, who is waiting in the dining area for her. She felt her legs giving out, they were paining as hell. Her dark green eyes never stopped crying after the humiliation she faced earlier. Slowly she cook rice, dal (Mix legumes), Aloo ki tarkari (a dish made of potatoes) and roti for him. Everything is almost done, she plated the dishes and the maid helped her taking them out. Not before placing the dupatta on her head or else she doesn't trust his mood now. After keeping everything on the dining table, Shahnoor started serving him food. Everyone started eating silently while Shahzaib observe her each and every moment, never did she look at him but kept serving with neutral face. The visible red mark on her cheek caught Shahzaib's attention, he wanted to reach out his hand and touch her, wanted to remove the guilt by planting uncountable soft kisses on the reddened mark yet there's something that stops him every time.

Shahzaib's POV :-

After serving me, she is about to walk away when I hold her small hand. She flinched again, stabbing my heart with her horror expression. I cleared my throat looking at her.

"Sit down and.. Feed me." I said.

"I.. For-forget to..bring malai.. I was going..to bring it." She said, stuttering.

I left her hand with a light nod and she walked away towards the kitchen.

"You raised your hand on her yet she cares for what you like or not, Shahzaib did you even know what you are doing?" Raees uncle asked looking at me.

"Your uncle is right Shahzaib, this girl is still a kid. Based on my experience, I know you both still didn't have that relationship yet." Jameela aunty said with a known expression.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"I am telling for your own good, you still have time.. Leave her." Jameela aunty said while motioning her hands.

"Aunty, this is the last time you said this and I am telling you for your own good that never say this again." I said with a heavy tone.

"Bu-"

Before Jameela aunty could say anything further, Shahnoor came in the dining room with a small glass bowl in her hand. She kept the bowl on the table and pulled a chair next to me, sitting on it. She placed the food plate on her lap and applied malai on the roti than started feeding me with her small hands not before whispering bismillahi. I ate silently, looking at her with a hope the she looks at me but no she doesn't glance for once.

"Do you want more?" She asked me when the rotis got over in the plate, still looking down.

"No, Alhamdulillah I full now." I said in a rough tone, she nodded.

When she is about to stand up, I hold her hand and made her sit down.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked.

"I already ate." She said slowly.

"When?" I asked.

"Wi-with..my friend abie, before coming here." She said, looking down but the drops of her thick tears on her lap is visible to me.

"Okay, there's no need to cry in it. Give me your every friends detail and tomorrow I'll be coming with you in your college." I said, trying to be polite.

She snapped her face towards me with a bewildered look.

"Wh-why?" She asked.

"To change your last name in the forms and also getting know your surrounding there. I'll also gonna talk to the head of your department to inform me about your whereabouts. Plus to know how's your study going." I said, looking in her confuse puffy eyes.

"Bu-but there's no need of it!" She said standing up.

"Yes, there is!" I said, getting up as well.

"But why?!" She asked as tears flowed down her cheeks.

I walk further and cupped her face, at first she flinch but I am fast enough to hold her. Lightly holding her small face in my large hands, I walk closer to her making her look up at me. Wiping away the tears, I said.

"So that you won't make the kind of mistake that you made earlier."

"I promise I won't do it again but please don't go in my college." She pleaded, I furrowed my brows.

Why doesn't she want to me to go in her college?

"Why?" I asked, she look down.

"I haven't..told my fri-friends that I married you." She said slowly.

"Please don't go there, they'll think wrong of me." She continued.

"Oh my! Are you feeling ashamed on introducing our Shahzaib as your husband?" Jameela aunty said, standing up.

"Its not like that, why would I feel ashamed?" Shahnoor asked, looking at her.

"I'll tell you! Cause Shahzaib is your sister's husband, that's the first reason and mainly he is much older than you. I know girls like you wants all that young and rich man but Shahzaib is just rich, that's the reason you are feeling ashamed on introducing him as your husband." Rania said, glaring at shahnoor.

Shahnoor look at me while shaking her head.

"No, this isn't true." She said, holding my hands in her small ones.

There is no need of her to lie, of course she is young and she has her own likings. Rania isn't all wrong here, we both look so different from each other. I look much older in front of her maybe that's the reason, she doesn't want to introduce me to her friends. I slowly removed my hands from her face, looking away.

"Please don't believe it." She said in her melodic tone, whispering.

"Don't worry, once I find your sister farah, I'll set you free than." I said and walked away.

Shahnoor's POV :-

My heart went all restless when he said that and walked away. How can he? What does he take me for? I look down, sighing in tiredness. I look up when I felt a hand on my head, raees uncle.

"Don't worry beti, he is just stressed out of everything. He won't leave you, trust me." Raees uncle said with a reassuring smile.

"Of course, we won't let him do such stupidity." Firoz bhai said while grinning.

I smile lightly and nodded. Soon after everyone departed to their rooms, I helped the maid with the dishes than walk out of the mansion towards the seating area which is near the garden. Its a beautiful area, it looks like a small downwards stage with cushions and mattress on the steps to sit. I sat down on the mattress and look up at the beautiful sky, full of stars and beautiful half moon. Tears pool my eyes once again as I remember earlier scene.

'Don't worry, once I find your sister farah, I'll set you free than.' His words ranged in my ears as if they were a kind of curse.

"Ya Allah, you are so aware of my every wish. You know na, I do not want to leave my husband, I don't care if we love each other or not but I don't want to do anything which hurts you. You hate it na when a husband and wife separates their path? Ammi told me this, from that moment I promised you that I won't ever separate my way from my husband even if he doesn't love me at all but Allah, I am helpless. So please forgive me as he wanted to leave me." I said crying over and over, looking up at the heavens.

I wipe my tears and look towards the mansion when my eyes locked with the blue ocean once, he is standing there. In his study room's balcony, his left hand is in his jeans and right one holding the cigar. We both kept looking at each other, my eyes didn't allow to look elsewhere.

'Why did you do it?' I thought looking at him.

He backed away from the balcony and walked back inside. I sighed while rubbing my legs with my right hand, Ya Allah this are paining as hell. I felt like they are swelling, like if something crampy is happening in my feet. I whimpered when the pain started getting worse.

"You okay?" My heart jump as he suddenly came in front of me.

I look down and nodded. He sat near my legs and put his right hand on my right leg. I hesitantly pulled away my leg, looking at opposite direction.

"I have called Dr. Amelia, she will be here soon." He said.

"Jazakallah." I whispered, thanking him for calling her.

"I.. I am sorry baccha." He said, my heart beats increased on his embarrassing apology.

"Hmm.." I said, still not looking at him.

His large warm left hand made its way to my right cheek, pulling my face towards him. I kept looking down as his thumb cares my cheek, where he slapped me. Soon he planted a soft kiss on my forehead, making my internal swirl with unknown emotions. I licked my dry lips as I waited for him to say anything further.

"I was... Afraid back than.. Thinking of.. That you ran away.. Leaving me all alone." He said with hesitation.

"I don't understand you, one time you say that you'll never let me go away from you and the other time you say that you'll leave me." I said, still looking down.

"I..am sorry again but I need to keep you with me until I find farah. Its for the betterment of my heart." He said, I smiled bitterly.

"Gareeb ka baccha toh dil behlane ke kaam hi aata hai.. (The child of the poor is used to recreate the heart.)" I said, looking away.

"Baccha please, its not like that." He said, I look at him.

"Of course it is like that, who cares for my heart. Aapki mohabbat farah, farah ki mohabbat azam or meri mohabbat ka kiya? Aap sab ki mohabbat zaruri hai, per mein toh insaan hi nahi hu na!(Your love is farah, farah's love is azam and what about my love? You all need love but me? I am not even human being right!)" I said with hatred.

"Did you love someone else?" He asked, making me realize what I had said.

My shivering glossy eyes met with his suspicious one. I suddenly felt self conscious.

"Tell me, do you love someone else?" He asked, holding my arm.

"I.."

"Bhai, Dr. Amelia is arrived." suddenly firoz bhai came and said.

He nodded his head and stood up. I sighed in relief. Firoz bhai walked away with a light nod. I am about to get up when a painful shriek left my mouth and I sat down immediately holding my left thigh.

"What happened baccha?" He asked, bending down with concern.

"Ah..it's a cramp, I guess. Its painful Ya Allah!" I said rubbing my left thigh.

"Wait." He said and stood up.

Before I could get in all the moments, he hold my left hand and put it around his nape than my right one on his chest and hold me up in bridal style with a swift moment like I am a doll. I quickly clutch onto him tightly, my heart felt uneasy being so close to him.

"I can walk plea-"

"Shh.. Do not utter a word or else I'll drop you." He said, looking in my eyes.

I gulp before looking down as he started walking towards the mansion. With full of hesitation and shyness, I slowly leaned my head on his chest. Instead of taking me with the elevator, he used stairs.

"We could take the elevator." I said, slowly.

"No, I haven't worked out since days. Its really helpful with you in my arms like this." He said with a naughty smirk, I blushed.

"I am..not that fat." I said with embarrassment.

"You are right, you are not fat anymore. When I first met you, you were very chubby but now you are loosing your weight. Are you dieting baccha?" He asked, looking at me with concern. I quickly shake my head in negative.

"I am not." I said.

"Than, how are you loosing your weight? I need to ask Dr. Amelia." He said with furrowed brows as if he is thinking something.

Soon we reached to ou-, I mean his room. Dr. Amelia along with a nurse and firoz bhai were present in the room. I again felt embarrassed as I don't have habit of such treatment in front of everyone. He laid me down on the left side of bed and walk towards the edge. Dr. Amelia came forward towards me with a light smile on her face.

"How are you doing shahnoor?" She asked, softly while putting on the stethoscope in her ear.

"Not good." I said, slowly looking down.

She checked me up, asking me questions of my health and pain. I told her about my cramps and severe pain in my backbone and feet. She listened to me very carefully and wrote everything on the pad.

"Its okay shahnoor, you felt the severe pain cause you didn't completed your this week's therapy. I am gonna do it now and you'll be fine till morning." She said and patted my right cheek, making me wince in the pain.

"What happened? Wait! What's with this reddened mark?" She asked looking at the mark with her suspicious gaze.

I quickly turn my face with a nervousness.

"It-its nothing, I got..this accidentally." I lied.

"Bu-"

"Can you please do this faster? I am sleepy." I quickly cut her off.

She look at me for a moment but than continued her work. After putting IV in my hand, she told the nurse to change the solution bottle after 3 hours and gave her other instructions.

Third person's POV :-