"Omer!"

He was stopped by his father's firm voice early in the morning when he was climbing stairs but didn't turn around to face him. He groaned rolling his eyes.

"Where were you since last week?" Ibrahim asked in his deep and stern voice.

"At Dadi's place." He answered dryly, now turning around facing him.

"Mind telling me what were you doing there and didn't even care enough to inform us or come home?" He snapped angrily.

"Come on Dad! Don't pretend as if you don't know where I was and what I was upto." He smirked mocking his father triumphantly.

So, its true!

Ibrahim's blood started boiling like a lava inside volcano. He didn't believe when he heard the news but now he don't know how to react. He denied his best when he received Rahman's call yesterday morning when it was supposed to be his daughter's nikah.

Why Omer has to be rebellious everytime?

And the next moment entire area echoed with a loud slap leaving a deep handprint on Omer's cheek. Omer stared at him in disbelief. What is with this Khan men and slaps?

"How dare you? How dare you to go against me?" His father is shaking in anger, balding his fist to control himself.

Everyone of the family rushed there hearing the loud angry yell of Ibrahim. And where shocked to see Omer standing there covering his cheek.

"Didn't you go decide against my happiness?" Omer demanded not cowering from his father's anger.

"Baap se zaban larata hai!" He raised his hand again to slap him and Omer stood proud this time waiting for it.

(Arguing with your father now!)

"Arey ye kya? Jawan betey pr hath kyu utha rahe hai?" Zainab rushed to her husband side stopping him to from doing it again.

(What is this? Why are you raising your hand on your adult son?)

"Zainab just stay away!" He freed his arms from his wife roughly. "Jawan ladkey jb baap k khilaf bagawat kare to hath uthana parta hai." He stated.

(Its necessary to put a leash on son who turns into a rebellion.)

"Pr kia kya hai isne?" Zainab asked confused, switching looks between father and son while Omer stood there silently.

(But what he did?)

"Shadi kr li hai apke ladle ne..." He mocked "Abeer say." His eyes spitting venom on his son.

(He got married to Abeer.)

"Omer what is your father saying?" She questioned, staring at him.

"Ise puchne se koi moejza nahi ho jaega. " He sarcastically snapped his wife before Omer can answer.

(Reality wont change magically by asking him now.)

"Ho gaya aap dono ka? Jaun ab main?" He quirked his brows in question already feeling pissed and bored by all the expected drama.

(Are you both done? May I leave now?)

"Look at him!" Ibrahim roared furiously, his patience running thin. "So shameless!"

"Dafa ho jao meri nazro se!" He was shaking and breathing heavily in anger. He was losing his calm and sanity on his son so casual response.

(Get lost!)

Omer nodded nonchalantly before leaving towards his room upstairs. Not bothering with the murderous glare he is receiving on his back like a spear.

"I have do to something." Ibrahim mumbled freaking out mentally while falling on to the couch, rubbing his chest to ease the burning pain of humiliation and defeat caused by his own son.

He will not accept defeat. Not yet!

************

Ibrahim was waiting for his son to come back patiently in the living area. They both haven't seen eachother after the argument from yesterday morning. He is away from home most of the time. Enough time for Ibrahim to put his plan in action. After all money can do anything.

"Haa meri jaan! I had lunch already. "

(Yes my love)

Ibrahim rolled his eyes in annoyance hearing the extra sweet voice of his son talking to someone; supposedly his wife with so much love while entering inside the house, his hair so untamed.

"Well Abeer talk to you later, okay?" His eyes fell on his father and he immediately excused himself "Love you!" and hung up before smiling at his father casually but he didn't receive one in return.

"Aaj aap office nahi gae?" He asked lounging himself beside him. Its the start of the evening and his father is already home in bright light. Its something really rare in this house.

(Didn't you go office today.)

"No!" Ibrahim shook his head. "I needed to talk something urgent to you."

"Well.." Omer was amused.

"I am all ears." He signalled his father to speak further.

His father stared at Omer before pulling out a bunch of papers from the briefcase lying on the coffee table. Omer frowned in confusion staring at the papers in his father's hand.

"What's this?"

"Your divorce papers." Mr Ibrahim smiled. "Come on sign it!" He patted his back giving him pen with a smile.

It felt like someone snatched the ground beneath Omer. He stilled staring at his father in disbelief and horror. He was looking so casual asking for divorce as if its a piece of cake.

"Are you out of your mind?" Omer yelled inrage. His veins bulging in anger.

"No!" Ibrahim reply was instant. "Of course not! The easier it was for you to marry her then it should be easy to divorce her too." He was looking so calm.

"Not in this life!" Omer stood up furiously. "Forget it!"

Zainab also rushed there, scared to witness another scene even worse than yesterday.

"I will disown you from the property and this home!" He threatened following behind.

"Just do it already. I don't give a fuck!" Omer exasperated bursting in frustration.

"Are you sure?" Ibrahim asked one more time.

"You know me better." Omer smirked in response.

Ibrahim sighed helplessly. So this plan of blackmailing failed as expected. He can't throw Omer out, he is the only heir to look after everything he owns and he can't let his hard work falling into ruins by disowning him. So here he needs Omer more than Omer needs him to keep his name and hard work going. So time to put plan B in action.

"What about something terrible happening to Abeer?" He asked wondering dramatically like its a walk in garden.

"Don't you dare!" Omer roared turning around to face him. His eyes spitting fire. Ibrahim smirked.

So this one seem like to work.

"Well but accidents happen all the time." He sympathised to rile him up.

Omer hands bald in fist on his side to not grab his father from his throat and wipe that smile. But he is helpless because he is still his father.

"You dare touch a hair on her head and the first dead body you will be seeing is mine, I promise!" He threatened gravelly, determination and promise swirling in his eyes.

"Omer!" His mother whimpered, already scared about the consequences of her husband's action. The flash of fear in Ibrahim was proof enough for both parents that Omer will definitely do what he said. He is the man of promises.

Ibrahim started sweating. He was sure this threat will work but his son always have ways to shut him up. Now what? Give up already? But he can't accept defeat so easily. And then he smirked when a new idea crossed his mind.

"Well I heard it was Ammi's plan more than you." Ibrahim was looking calm again. Omer frowned waiting for his father to propose some new dirty scheme.

"What now you will harm dadi too?" Omer rolled his eyes while concluding.

"Come on! I am not that bad. She is my mother." He growled at his son for even suggesting something like this.

"Yes because you are worse!" He mocked.

"Don't you think she deserve a present from you for all the things she has done?" Ibrahim asked curiously.

"What's the point dad just already tell me your scheme!" He asked frustrated.

"I was thinking to sell that hill cottage and get a better place to Ammi. Its already too old and worn out, don't you think?" Omer closed his eyes, his jaw clenched. How can a man stoop this low?

"You will really do this to dadi?" Omer asked in disbelief already disgusted.

"Not Dadi, to house." He corrected nonchalantly.

"I will not let you!" He growled.

"How?"

Ibrahim mocked while sitting back on the lounge with a triumphant smile. Omer's bothered expression were giving him peace, he knows his son is stuck now. Zainab frantically looking between both of them, praying in her heart for this fight of ego and pride to end soon.

"Come on! Hurry up now sign it." Ibrahim called him back extending his arms joyously while Omer stared at his father still.

Omer eyes narrowed at his father, turning red in anger and the look of disgust towards his father on his face. Omer didn't say anything he just turn around on his heels walking towards the window, his eyes red like stone. Ibrahim and Zainab frowned in confusion, patiently watching Omer cluelessly.

"T-H-U-D!!"

The next thing it was a loud Thud followed by a painful scream of Zainab and her eyes wide in horror.

"OMER!"

She immediately rushed to her son side, her eyes flowing with tears and Mr Ibrahim was staring at his son with horror and disbelief.

"Omer darling what the hell you did?" His mother cried cradling his profusely bleeding hand in hers that looks broken and flesh torn while Omer smiled with pain but it was a victorious one.

"Are you crazy? Out of your mind?" Ibrahim yelled panicking, rushing to his son side. No matter how angry he is at his son but he is still his son and he loves him.

It was an impulsive decision but a decision nonetheless. When Omer saw open window he couldn't control himself, his father's smiling face was continuously mocking him. So the next thing he did was grabbed the window down right on his palm in force, hurting it.

"Haah! Mera hath to kharab hai." He pouted smiling in pain, staring at his hand. The pain is unbearable but the outcome is worthy. So he isn't complaining.

(Hah! My hand is broken now.)

"Now how will I sign those papers?" He asked pretending to be disappointed. "Bu..But give it to me. Maybe I can try or else you will sell Dadi's house." He hissed in pain while trying to get up from the ground where he was sitting leaning on the wall.

Ibrahim looked away from him feeling embarrassed while Zainab glared at her husband with disgust. Her eyes held accusation.

"No need! Now lets get you to your room first." Zainab instantly objected pulling his son on his feet.

"Or aap.."She turn to look at her husband. "Call the doctor right now." She ordered before leaving with Omer to his room.

***********

"I give up!"

"What ?"

I give up to my son Rahman. I accept my defeat!" He yelled at his brother who was other side on the line.

"I can't believe you! Weren't you too sure?" Rahman asked furiously unable to digest the fact that Ibrahim is backing off. "How can you give up so easily? I never took you as a coward." Rahman blasted.

Ibrahim was so sure about the plan. They both were into this. Rahman was impatiently waiting for Ibrahim to give him some good news but here he is backing off.

"Yes I am coward!" Ibrahim yelled. "Coward enough to lose my only son. Sorry Rahman but just like my company and selfish pride Omer bhi meri 23 saal ki kamai hai or mujhe utni hi aziz hai !"

(Omer is also my earning of 23 years. He is as important to me.)

"You are out of your mind!" Rahman growled. "Bete ne thoda nakhra dikhaya or tum phighal gaye!" He gritted out.

(Your son threw a little tantrums and you melted away in a snap.)

"Rahman Omer is my son! I know what's the difference between tantrums and threats and Omer never jokes. If he can go to such extent for Ammi's house then I don't even wanna imagine what he will do if we force separation on him." Ibrahim tried to explain and Rahman laughed in response.

"Now you have spoiled your son to a level where you are scared of him now." He mocked to insult him. And Ibrahim just clenched his hand into feast to control himself.

"I knew it!" He spat. "Tumne apne bacho ki tarbiyat hi sahi nahi ki hai islie to aaj aesi lachar baithe ho! Tumhe aata hi nahi hai bacho ki tarbiyat karna kabhi!" Rahman accused him infuriating Ibrahim.

(You didn't brought up your kids well that's why its happening to you now.)

"Haa dekhi tumhari tarbiyat!" Ibrahim snapped sarcastically. "Tabhi tumhari beti ne mere bete k sath bhag k nikaah kr lia, yahi thi tarbiyat tumhari."

(Yes I saw your parenting!) (That's why your daughter eloped with my son.)

"Ibrahim!" He growled losing his patience. "That was also your son's fault. He manipulated my daughter!" He accused back gritting his teeth. Both are bickering like cat and dog.

"Fine then!" Ibrahim spat. "Bohot bharosa hai na apni tarbiyat p to mana lo apni beti ko! Dede divorce Omer ko. Tarbiyat!" He roared provoking Rahman, mocking him.

(Too much trust on your parenting right? Then convince your daughter to divorce my son. Fuck parenting!)

"Just wait and watch by the end of this evening." Rahman smirked too confident about his decision. "If I lose tonight, I promise main Abeer ki rukhsati khud karunga vo b dhoom dham k sath."

(I will myself bid Abeer's farewell pompously.)

"Just don't forget your promise then." Ibrahim chuckled dryly before disconnecting the call.

***************

"Abeer!"

"Abeer!"

Her father called on top of his voice. Everyone gathered around in curiosity. Rahman was avoiding Abeer since he found out about her nikaah and this is the first time since them he is calling her when he didn't even discussed or asked anything about her nikaah in this two days.

"Ji Baba?" She asked nervously.

"Sign this!" He threw a bunch of papers at her that she caught in time in her hands.

"Ba..Ba!" Her voice broke with realization after reading the bold letters on the paper. "Ye..yeh.."

"Just sign it Abeer!" He growled.

"No!" She wiped the traitorous tears , denying stubbornly. Rahman stared her in utter shock.

"What did you just say?" Rahman growled.

"I said I won't divorce him!" Abeer yelled back. Alaya and her mom gasped in shock.

Sitara isn't happy about Abeer's decision but she never flavoured divorce in family. The word is even forbidden.

"So you won't?" He asked for the last time.

"Yes!" She said with determination.

"Well then won't hold responsible yourself for what I am about to do." He suggested and Abeer frowned sharing a confused look with Alaya who was standing beside her.

"What do you mean?" Abeer asked baffled but Rahman held his finger to stop her while dialing a number on his phone.

Everyone around stared at a calm Rahman curiously who is now sitting on the lounge waiting for call to be picked up.

"Oh hello my trusted one!" Rahman greeted enthusiastically when the call was received.

"Yeah, everything is good."His father replied to whatever that person asked.

"By the way I have a new task for you." His father said eyeing Abeer who is still staring at him in confusion.

"No not a client this time..." His father shook his head. "Its someone else."

"Just make it look like an accident. Make sure he won't make it Alive!" Abeer gasped when realization struck her. Her head started spinning, bile rising her throat.

"I will send you his picture now. Just wait until my next order." He hung up with a sinister smile staring at Abeer.

Alaya grip tighten around her when she felt her knees buckling, giving up. Tears running down her eyes vigorously. Even Alaya and Sitara couldn't believe their ears. Can this man really can stoop low to this level? He shouldn't even be considered as human.

"Baba! Baba! Please don't do anything to Omer. Please I beg you." Abeer rush falling into her father's feet, begging him desperately.

"Sign those papers then." His father said calmly.

Abeer stared at those papers in horror and then at his father. After battling with her inner self. She wiped her tears and stood up walking with tiny and weak steps towards the paper.

Her heart is piercing and burning like a heated knife twisting inside. Her head spinning feeling heavy with stress and fear. She was shaking like a leaf in November.

She grabbed the pen from the table and turn the page. Her single tear fell on paper, her vision blurring and her grip tightened on the pen. She sobbed. Pen shaking in her hands.

"Baba..Baba please don't do this to her please." Alaya heart broke seeing Abeer in this condition. "Baba she will die! Baba please! She loves him. Don't do this to them please." She shake his father's hand while crying, pleading him to understand but he was staring Abeer with a stern look waiting impatiently for her to sign.

Sitara whimpered giving her husband a pleading look but he ignored.

Flashes of Omer and her time together danced in front of her. His love, his care, his obsession, his craziness. Maybe they are really don't meant to be together. He will be broken beyond repair after this divorce. But she can't let him die, not atleast by her own father. Its not even three days of them becoming a part of each others life and they are already separating. Perhaps fate is really cruel to them.

But she wants to live a little more.

Just a little more with his name.

As his!

As his wife!

"Ba...Baba..." She chocked. "I..I want a little time." She is being greedy.

"No!" His father instantly denied.

"Ple.. please. I will sign it. Ju.. just a little time." Abeer pleaded. "This is all I am asking you."

"Fine!" He growled grabbing her hand. "But until then you will be locked in your room." And dragged her towards her room while Alaya and Sitara kept calling to stop them but he didn't hear.

"Don't dare to try anything stupid!" He said throwing her inside the room and snatched her phone from her before locking the door from outside.

She sat there on the ground with her back leaning on the door, crying on her misery and her misfortune for hours. Her knees bend to her chest. Her room is safocating her for the first time.

Until her eyes fell on the window. Trees shaking, wind is howling and angry clouds thundering. A new storm is approaching again. Why it always comes like a warning of her destruction? This storm took Omer from her last time too and now its doing again.

She stared out the window watching the wild storm. Until her room was engulfed with darkness by the sudden power cut.

She sighed and stood up walking towards her study desk. The candlestick! It is always present there in every room for emergencies because its normal in Dehradun having bad weather, storms, land slides that often cause power cuts.