Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

When a man is afflicted with all the troubles,

Becomes a scholar of the weak,

Then his parents, brothers, sisters and close relatives all abundant him..

At that time only his wife supports him, whom he was cruel with for a long time..

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Shahnoor's POV :-

"When will you be here? Farah is waiting for you since morning." Ammi said, on call.

"Ammi, I'll be there in 10 minutes." I said, wearing my sandals and taking my bag.

"Okay, jaldi karo (Hurry up)" Ammi said and hung up.

I quickly walk out of the room, not before peeping out for him. I don't know what to do after what happened last night, Oh! Allah~ Even the thought of it makes me cringe in some way. What happened to me last night? I can't stop thinking about it. Its something which is not my style, I mean I have never done that and never thought of it.

"Uff~ Stop thinking about it shahno." I mumbled, walking towards the elevator.

Shaking my head, I prayed to Allah that I won't have to confront him today. I am so embarassed but he doesn't seem to even react about it, like it was nothing. In the morning he casually woke up and prayed namaz than had his breakfast and that too in the room and guess what I am doing all the time? Yes! Sleeping with crazy heart of mine, hiding my tomato face under the huge duvet. But he noticed and before leaving for his "urgent work" he tapped on the duvet and said "Do you plan on hiding whole day in here?" Oh mere Allah! (Oh My Allah!) I was so frustrated and my body isn't helping either. Thanks to Allah soon he left telling me that, he will come late so I don't have to wait for him on dinner.

"Aren't you going in?" I startled because of the voice and turn around to find it is Firoz bhai, Sighing in relief I nodded and went into the elevator soon firoz bhai came in too.

"So, what is it that makes you restless?" Firoz bhai asked.

"Nothing..." I said, in low voice.

"There is.. something. Tell me shahno, you know you can say it." He said with a light assuring smile.

'I can't tell you firoz bhai, I too don't know what am I going through.'

"Shahno?" I looked up at his good height, shaking my head in negative.

"I am really okay bhai, If there's something I will probably tell you. You are my bestest friend here." I said, feeling happy to have such a great friend.

"Okay, take care of yourself and where are you going?" He asked.

"To my parents' house." I said, the elevator open and we walked out towards the main gate.

"I would have drop you there but I am going to opposite direction, shahzaib bhai called me for some urgent matter." Firoz bhai said with a sorry face.

"Its okay, I am going with Mr. Bodyguard. So no worries." I said, looking towards Mr. Bodyguard waiting for me near the navy blue prado.

"Okay, will meet at the dinner. Allah Hafiz." Firoz bhai said, patting my head as if I am a kid. That's something new to our relationship.

Before I could say anything, he walked away in the direction of his favourite red porsche car. Not lying but everyone in the red Devils have their own styles which makes them attractive but the thought of their work makes it hard for others to come closer to them. Even at college I had to face the criticisms of being a member of Red devils family and that too Shahzaib Ahmed mirza's wife. All my classmates keeps a great distance from me except my girl group who knows everything from the start. Although it is different that they do not wish to meet or come closer to our house.

"Little lady?" I look towards Mr. Bodyguard approaching me.

"Shall we?" He asked, bowing like a gentle man.

I smiled and bowed down holding my Abaya as if it is my princess gown. We laughed at our silly behaviour before departing for my parents'house.

. . . . . . . . .

I went in to my parents'house to find it empty? I look at the rooms and called out everyone's name but no response.

"Where are they?" I mumbled before dialling ammi's number, she quickly answer the call.

"Assalamu alaikum ammi, where are you all?" I asked.

"Oh walaikum assalam meri bacchi, we are at your Zuber uncle's house. Come here." She said.

"Oh okay." I hung up and walked out of the house, locking it and went to Zuber uncle's house.

"Assalamu alaikum everyone."

"Walaikum assalam shahno~" Ammi and aunty replied in unison.

I walked in further to see them preparing for the lunch, they are too busy to ask me about how am I doing. I shake my head with a light smile.

"Shahno, don't stand and stare at us. Go convince farah to wear the dress I picked for her, she is being stubborn that this is not special meeting. She keeps saying she will wear her regular dress which we don't like at all." Rehmat aunty said, I frown.

"Don't worry aunty, I'll take care of it." I said and walked in her room.

Dropping my bag, I greet farah while removing my abaya.

"I am happy you came. I was waiting for you since morning." She said with a little pout.

"I am sorry, now lets get you ready." I said, picking up the sky-blue dress which is neatly kept on the bed.

"I am not getting ready." She stated, with a irritation on her face.

I kept the dress back on the bed and walk towards her. Sitting next to her, I took her soft hands in mine.

"What happened? Whats bothering you farah?" I asked, a lone tear fall down her chubby cheeks.

Shaking her head, she wiped it. Her face became red as she is trying her best to not burst out. I patted her back, hugging is difficult due to her baby bump.

"I don't know shahno, I.. don't know...why this man wants to marry me?" She said, her eyes looking behind the open window.

"Whats wrong in marrying you?" I asked, with arched brows.

"Who wants to marry a yet to be mother? Carrying an illegitimate child?" She said, crying.

"Farah, listen..you..how can even say something about your own child like this? Its not the child's fault nor yours. Just forget about the past, and if someone wants to marry you even if you are a mother than there's nothing wrong in it. It is Allah's will to let it happen. If he has connected your faith with someone than you can't do anything about, you should be happy that you are getting a new chance. Please don't cry, just think of your child. You can't do it all alone, we all want you to be happy. Please farah." I said, more likely trying to make her understand.

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"Shahno, look." Farah said, coming out of the bathroom with nervous face.

"Mashallah, may Allah protect you from evil eyes." I said, looking at her with awe.

Even with a baby bump, she look breathtakingly beautiful. The sky blue frock and same dupatta with silver jhumka (earings) and silver bangles are making her beauty appear more. Her open hairs are beautifully brown, with minimal makeup.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"A little." She said, making me smile.

"Don't be, you look beautiful farah. You were and you are always beautiful." I said, hugging her from side.

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"Shahno appi, bring the refreshments." Arif said, I nodded holding the tray of Indian style refreshments.

I followed arif towards the hall and saw the back of the two guys who are here with the marriage proposal for farah. I saw farah sitting nervously infront sofa, opposite of the guy. She kept her gaze down, playing with hem of her dupatta.

"Here appi." Arif said, pointing to the coffee table, I nodded and kept the tray there.

I turn around to look at the guy but a loud gasp escaped through my mouth.

With wide shivering eyes, I look into those dark brown orbs.

"What are you doing here? Daud.."

Third person's POV :-

"I wonder what's their plan? I mean are they really trying to play with the red Devils?" Firoz said, swirling his black chair while playing some game in his phone.

"Yes, they are doing this to distract us but they don't know what we are capable of." Akib said, walking around the chair next to firoz's.

"I want to finish this as soon as possible but god damn! They are streching it out with their silence." Shahzaib said, gritting his teeth.

"Don't worry bhai, they are doing this so we think that they are out of play. They don't know about their dumb act, gonna pay an handsome amount for it." Firoz said, still eyes on the game.

"Maybe some poking would do..." Akib streching out the last word said.

"You mean we are gonna go there?" Firoz asked, now his eyes on akib.

Akib nodded with an evil smile.

"Yessss..that would be fun besides its been so long we have shown our flexes." Firoz chirped in excitement, jumping off the swirling chair.

"No you can't!" Shahzaib said, loudly.

"Why bhai?" Firoz whined.

"Just stay here, let them do it on their own. Don't get yourself in danger without any main reason." Shahzaib said, eyes looking at the youngsters with a determination.

"Bhai, women are molested at their own house not making children exception just because they were ignorant from the fact that this jerks have joined those idiot neon panthers!" Akib said, in rage.

"Yes bhai, they are making stupid moral of supporting youngsters in the name of their beliefs. Teenagers are being brainwashed, not just that they are becoming a weapon of that f*ckers!" Firoz cursed with hatred in his eyes, he never did curse often but situation like this makes him do that.

"I know what you are feeling! But remember we are red Devils, doing everything with emotions won't make it easy for you or us. We can't stop it all at once cause we have to clear the fact between those hot blooded teenagers. They are choosing the wrong fact to live on their life." Shahzaib said.

"Bhai is right, everything can't be... nothing can't be handled right now with emotions." Adil, one of the member came in with a file, holding distress in his attitude.

"What happened adil?" Shahzaib asked, arched brows.

"Bhai, a man named fredrick helms murdered along with his wife and a child of 10 years old in the east suburban area with same message 'God's punishment'. Our man yahya informed me about this incident, he also gave me other murder details with same messages. Here it is bhai.." Adil said in a critical manner while handing the leather file to shahzaib.

Shahzaib open the file and started reading, also going through the pictures in the file made a deep frown on his face. He clutched on the file , gulping down his anger.

"Reality is so cruel... can't believe a man thinks he have so much power to end the other creature of God made." Shahzaib said.

"There are 21 murders in total in that same area divided into family of 4. They all belong to different religion and sects. If they all would have belong to one religion than we could think of it as a conflict against one religion but no these people are from different families and bhai whats most awkward part of each case is that from this 4 families 5 teenagers are missing. I had yahya checked in their neighborhood and peer group but it seems like they already left." Adil informed, folding his hand behind his back.

"They are backstabbing for now to become powerful and majority brings power." Shahzaib said.

"Yahya found a suspicious teenager near the border of xxx park, I told him to follow her. I will report you further about it bhai." Adil said.

"Good adil, tell yahya to don't loose the sight of her also tell him to be careful because these people aren't working on their own. There's someone behind it, someone else is modifying their actions." Shahzaib ordered.

"Got it bhai, I'll take my leave now. Allah Hafiz." Adil said, shahzaib nodded and he left.

"Bhai, this is going be a long war." Akib said, looking at shahzaib.

"I know but we can't backout. Either way we have to expunge them completely or they will spread like disease." Shahzaib said, looking at the pictures of the dead bodies with hard eyes.

"It will be really frustrating..." Firoz said, pinching his temples.

"Wether it is frustrating or not, we have to do it.. whatever it takes." Shahzaib said with determined tone.

A conflict arose between good and bad, both parties eventually had to sacrifice their beloved things or people in such wars.

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"Daud bete (son)..." Mrs. Rehmat called out to abu daud when he is walking out with mosin.

"Ji aunty?" Abu daud asked, in relaxed manner.

"Bete.." Mrs. Rehmat started, holding abu daud's right hand in her's.

"I am really grateful for your support..thank you so much for accepting my farah with her all being." Mrs. Rehmat said with a smile and teary eyes.

"I am doing this, thinking of it as a command of our almighty Allah. I will try my best to do this duty without any flaw." Abu daud said with a light smile, tapping Mrs. Rehmat's hand in comforting manner.

"May Allah bless you and my daughter with a happy future." Mrs. Rehmat said, blessing abu daud while putting her hand on his head.

"Than I'll take my leave, Mosin will call you about the nikah dates." Abu daud said.

"Ok bete, Allah Hafiz." Mrs. Rehmat said, abu daud took his leave with heavy heart.

As their car drifts towards the empty road, Abu daud's eyes look at the passing scenery with vacant thoughts.

"Lala, Are you sure you will be alright?" Mr. Moin asked, abu daud lightly flinched on his question.

Curtly nodding, he kept quite. Mr. Moin got upset as he looked Abu daud's defeated form.

"You don't have to do it lala, if don't want it." Mr. Moin said.

"I..have to." Abu daud said after a short pause, eyes still out of window.

'She looked happy because of my decision.' Abu daud thought, a sad smile formed on his lips.

"Why lala? Why? When Shahnoor is all living her life than so can you." Mr. Moin protested.

"I am living my life." Abu daud said.

"I don't see it though, your eyes which were once lighten up are now seems dead, your smile is faked I know, you don't seem yourself." Mr. Moin explained, abu daud turned towards him.

"Yes, because he is someone who lived a life thinking that there would be no end to the ecstasy of life..but this daud knows that every single soul belongs to its creator that is Allah the Almighty..and how did I realised it... through noor.." Abu daud said, now looking once again out of the window.

"I know all you think is that I am being crazy in love and doing all this things but no moin...I am not doing this just because I love her..but.. because I respect her the most in this world...she is a woman I have never seen like before, my heart no..my every being respects her. I don't see her with eyes of lust or any bad intention cross my mind regarding her..she is a woman who has my respect and will have forever." Abu daud said.

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"Are you happy?" Abu daud asked.

"I am happy and there will no word that would do justice to express my gratitude for you daud.. Jazakallah khair (May Allah reward you with goodness)." Shahnoor said, coming out in the balcony of her room.

"It's nothing compared to what you had given me.." Abu daud said, almost in hush tone.

"No daud, I had gave you nothing..the imaan that born in you is because Allah has choosen it for you. You are blessed by him." Shahnoor said, eyes getting teary as she look at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Through you.. through you noor.. Allah has send me his blessing. There's always someone special for someone in Allah's matter and for me thats you. If it weren't for you than I wouldn't able to choose the right path, may be doing the same Sins." Abu daud said.

"You are right daud, there's always someone special for someone in Allah's matter and I think for my sister Allah has send you. Thank you daud..I will always be grateful for this." Shahnoor said, tears now flowing down.

Shahnoor's POV :-

"Its going to snow soon..." Daud changed the topic.

"Yes..it will be the first snow." I said, inhaling deeply closing my eyes.

"Will you pray like before?" Daud asked.

"Yes, I always pray. Rain and snow are the bestest blessings of Allah, when you pray in it your prayers will be answered." I explained, still with the close eyes.

"Phir mein duaa karta hu ki tum hamesha khush raho..(Than I pray that you may always be happy)" Daud said, I opened my eyes surprised to see the first snow.

"Daud..thank you." I whispered.

"Waqt zaya nhi karo noor, jaldi se duaa mango..(Don't waste your time noor, hurry and ask for your wish)" He said with a thick tone as if he is suppressing his emotions.

"Allah mere pyaaro ko khush rakhein or aapki or farah ki jodi ko salamat rakhe. (May Allah keep my loved ones happy and bless your and farah's bond with safety)." I said, in a minimal tone.

"Noor, you have been a beautiful part of my life..the time I have spent with you was precious enough to be cherished in this life. But as a Muslim I know my limits, my love may be pure for you but you are.. someone else's..wife. I am not your mehram I want to see you in jannah (paradise) as I believe you deserve it and I don't want to be an obstacle in your way to jannah. I have heard in a bayan that love is not all about achieving the person but sometimes it's all about letting the person go as you know in it lies their happiness and prosperity." Daud said, I listen to each of his words which hold so much love and more respect.

"And I am really grateful for those times that you were with me when I needed someone to be held on. You are the saviour of mine at hard times." I said, remembering the days when he helped me.

There was a silence for a moment, none of us said anything. My eyes followed the tiny snow balls falling down and I think daud is doing the same.

"So..it's a goodbye then.." He said, my heart sunk at the thought of saying goodbye to my dearest friend.

'But Oh Allah, everything is in your hands. It's you who brings people in one's life and then separates them to see if we (your loved ones) will trust and accept your decision or not. So for you Ya rabbi I am letting go of my dearest friend, trusting your decision and your love for us.' I prayed in my heart which ached a lot as my eyes looked upon in the heavens.

"Thank you for everything daud, you will be always a part of my prayers." I said, my heart getting heavy.

"Before you take/do your pardah from me I wanted to say something..." He said, I waited for him to continue.

"I have loved you and I... let you go noor.." He said, making my heart heavy.

"Allah Ha-hafiz daud.." I stutter, crying.

"Allah Hafiz noor.." He said.

If my heart knew that it wouldn't just be the only person that I have to bid farewell to then I think I wouldn't be able to live that night.

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"It's only my beti shahnoor that can cook such delicious meals." Raees uncle praised me while eating his favourite mutton korma.