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in a daze as he enters into a completely different universe by just stepping foot into a place his older brother- Olasyar recommended when he was on a visit to meet him in his country-UK. The place was quiet but not the silence that haunts the soul instead it was a silence that one craves deep within. There weren't many around the place, his eyes and feet stop in front of one of the canvas looking at the way the words engrave with so much patient and gentleness that one can feel within it's soul.

"Do you like it?". He heard the softest voice asking in a whisper as if she can feel the emotions around him

His heart begged him to turn to look at the one who spoke but the canvas doesn't allow him to see anyone else so without being able to utter the words to describe his emotions he nodded to her question hoping he didn't appear rude.

Then his heart almost leaps out of his chest when he heard the sound of her laughter beside him making him immediately turn to look at her. His eyes take in her features as he had never in his life seen such pure beauty. Her face was that can be described as an angel- a pure angel that no one had seen or touch. Her eyes- those light blue eyes that were deep as an ocean that one can never see the end of. Her cheek flushes because of her laughter sphere making them glow in the dim light that was around her. Her lips- plumped lips with a light shade of pink on them making them appear more appealing.

"I can understand why you are like this I was the same when I made it". Maisa said her gaze on her work with the gentleness in her voice and shine in her eyes

It wasn't hard to know that her love for her work was beyond the words. He had heard that the people who were in love with their Lord they have some different sort of radiance coming off them now he can actually witness with his own eyes.

He had to agree the noor he is witnessing at the moment seem surreal in the dirty world that was outside this place. It was hard to digest the fact that such a place exists in the world or that there is a person like the one he was looking at the moment.

"Noor". He whispers watching her eyes widen as he looks at him then she duck her head down blushing furiously

"Me?". She asked innocently still looking at the floor

"Jee ap aur kon (yes, you who else)". He said grinning like a fool at her red cheeks that he itches to touch

She smiles shyly walking away.

He walks out of the gallery with a huge smile and his heart beating wildly as he dials his brother's number, "Bhai, I want to get married".

"With who?". Olasyar asked happily

"The woman who made that canvas, Bhai. You will help me right?". He asked pleading him

He heard no words in return he looks at his phone to find that the call was disconnected so he dials the number again only to find it out of reach.

Two months later

"Bhai, I am telling you she is someone so pure that you have to be there with her at all time to protect her. She wouldn't speak for herself no matter what". Mustafa said smiling lightly as he looks at the moon shining at night to find her face there looking back at him

Just like the past two months, his brother hasn't said a word he didn't today too.

"I was scared of my feeling too, Bhai. In the start when I thought of marrying her it seems so fast like I was doing something so wrong. But you tell me what is the right time to be married?". He asked when he didn't speak he continues, "I thought for a month about this after I asked you to help me. I went to her galleries to have a glimpse of her, used to wait at her stops and at times I couldn't find her for a week which made me feel like a piece of me was missing. When she smiles it likes the whole world felt right. When she speaks it was just her sound I want to hear all my life. When she frowns at the time she is focused or confused those small lines appear on her forehead but soon enough they vanish as she achieved her goal with an even brighter smile. She loves calligraphy with her life if it's not there her soul won't be there- nothing will be there. I want to protect her and her calligraphy from the evil around her. I wouldn't have decided to marry her just a month after meeting her but when I saw that man trying to get to her- I can't tell you what I felt at that moment. I knew I had to protect her with my rights but I had none. She was looking at someone to help her- the helplessness and that pain in her eyes broke something within me. It was something I don't want to see- her breaking, her leaving calligraphy, her purity, her honour or ever being sad I want her to be happy and free".

Like always there was no reply only silence of his brother.

"I wish you were here, Bhai. At least for my Nikkah". He said softly, "I wanted you to meet her once. You won't come tomorrow?".

The call ended.

Tomorrow was his Nikkah in which he will make her his Noor.

He dials the number after a few rings she answers the call in a soft whisper,"Jee?".

He can hear the sound behind her knowing they must be teasing her at the moment which makes him smile because that means she is blushing.

"Kuch nahi (nothing), the time wasn't passing". He said honestly listening to her giggle at his words

"It will pass". She said softly

"I hope so or I will just kidnap you and take you away". He said hearing her gasp at his words

"What are you saying?. I will never do something like this". She said innocently making him chuckle

"Arey, you don't love me enough?". He asked teasing

"W-Woh toh hai (I-I do) but this is wrong". She said with the hint of confusion and sadness

He laughs at her words for the longest time when he heard her huffed, "Were you making fun of me, Musa?".

"Of course not". He said mockingly, "Apni Jaan ka mazak toh gunnah hai na (Making a joke of my life is a sin right)?". He asked with a grin on his face

"You all make fun of me I am not talking anymore". She whines cutting the call as he laughs wholeheartedly

"Phir kal batao ga (I will tell you tomorrow)". He said shaking his head as he went inside with a smile

The next day he was getting ready in front of the mirror looking at himself for the hundredth time making sure he looks best.

"You look good, Mustafa". He heard his brother voice

He turns around looking at him wide eyes pulling him in a hug.

"I am so happy you are here". Mustafa said happily

"I had to come in my brother happiness". Olasyar said smiling slightly

"I cannot wait for you to meet her". Mustafa said excitedly

"Come on, we will be late". Olasyar said patting his back

"Bhai, can you promise me if I am away you will take care of her". Mustafa said as his voice hoarse and seriousness on his face

Olasyar gulped, "I promise. Come on, don't think like this we should leave".

"Let's go". Mustafa said running outside laughing

1 year later:

To say Mustafa's year was a blessing would be a lie. He had found someone so beautiful that he can write a whole book about her. Today was their first year anniversary and he cannot fathom the love he holds for his wife and vice versa.

He decided to drive faster so he can reach home on time but then he heard a loud sound around him and the next moment his eyes shut down.

He was gone.

Olasyar was the one who was given the responsibility to break the news to his family. He wasn't sure how he will ever be able to tell them that their beloved son and his youngster brother was no more. That a car accident took them away from all of them.

"Where is he?". Her sweet voice asked as he enters inside

He didn't even raise his eyes to look at her thinking that if he does so he might be committing a sin.

Maybe he was his brother killer.

"He is no more". Those words leave his mouth and she fainted

7 month later:

There was no sound.

Not even a single sound in the mansion. There used to be laughter, voices and everyone around each other.

Now there was emptiness.

Olasyar wasn't supposed to stay back but his heart didn't allow him to go back to where he had stayed hidden for so long.

He looks down in his hand where the bracelet his brother had shown him months ago for his wife that he brought for their anniversary and he was supposed to give her that unfaithful night.

That dark night.

"Beta". His mother said sitting beside him, "What are you thinking?".

"Mustafa". He whispers lowly looking at the moon

"He is gone. We need to move on". His mother said sobbing

He wraps his hands around his mother, "You need to be strong for everyone especially his wife, Ammi. You know what the doctor said she is in shock".

"I don't know what to do. Mustafa is gone and his wife is in bad condition". His mother cried, "I was thinking something".

His mother pulls away from him looking at him with hope, "Will you do something for me?".

"Jee". He replied

"Marry her". His mother said

He moves away taking stumbling steps away looking at his mother wide eyes, "A-Ammi, what are you saying?. Tell me this is a joke. She is my younger brother wife".

"So?. She was your younger brother wife. Your brother always asked me to protect her what can I do?. What can I do to fulfil his wish?". His mother cried as tears fall down her face

"Ammi, but she is someone he loved and treasured. They loved each other". He cried falling on the ground on his knees, "Why are you doing this to me?".

"I am sorry, beta. This is the last thing he had asked me for". His mother said hugging him, "You just need to protect her from evil and give her honour. Make her your respect so that no one dares to raise their fingers at her. You saw how everyone curse that poor soul in front of her husband's body. They said it was all her fault. How is Lord doing anyone fault?. They crushed that poor soul because of my son. They did it because they knew she had no one and they wanted her to break. She hasn't touched her canvas in months. She just sits there without any shine in her eyes as she used. No smile on her lips and no food goes down her throat. She cries at night holding his picture asking him for forgiveness. What did she do so wrong, beta?. Why must she go through the same faith as me?. I had two sons to hold on who does she have?".

He cried that whole night if the night his brother's who he had brought up with his own hands, protected him, taught him, loved him and took care of him passing away was dark this was even darkest night of all.

"Please ease my heart and show me a way, my Lord. Help me I have no one but you. You know what's in my heart and what is good for all. Help me, please". He cried as he slept on the prayer mat

The garden was filled with wonderful flowers but it doesn't look like a place he can come willing, that is. His brother- Mustafa used to love such places and flowers were always his favourites. He used to learn about them and teach him at times. He just listens to him because he wanted him to feel like he had someone he can speak to.

"Bhai". He heard him calling him

He frowns searching around for hours as it seems there was no end to this garden. The scents were amazing but his heart wasn't at any ease. His brother used to say that he feels at ease when he lay down in these flowers.

"Bhai". He called again

He closes his eyes laying on the ground feeling the sun rays falling on him. The heat seems to magnify in folds as he wasn't able to handle it but somehow he didn't open his eyes wishing to go to his brother call and answer him.

"Bhai". He heard him this time closer

He opens his eyes to find himself in a dead forest with no flowers and nothing alive. He looks ahead to find his brother standing there in his white dress with the familiar smile gracing his lips.

But he was sad.

"What happened, chote?". He asked lovingly as tears fall down his face watching his younger brother in pain

"Bhai, I can't find peace". Mustafa cried

He couldn't even reach him to comfort him. He looks around trying his best to grow the flower and take his brother out of this misery.

"I have left my flower somewhere that was a source of my peace". His brother cried begging looking at him for something he doesn't understand

"Tell me. Tell me I will find that flower". He begged as he hit his hand on the wall that stops him from going to his brother making his hand bleed but that was no match to his heart

"I left my noor with no safety". His brother said, "Don't you remember your promise?. I am in pain, help me, Bhai. help me, please. Help me. Take this pain, please".

He gasps opening his eyes as he looks around to find himself on the floor hearing the fajr prayer going on.

Bhai, promise me if I am away you will take care of her.

He prayed his prayer taking steps towards his mother room opening the door as he enters watching his mother eyes turns to him as he speaks, "I will marry her".