whatever our souls are made of,

his and mine are the same.

....

"Rooh."

"Rooh."

"Rooh."

"Yawar."

She woke up suddenly from the dream that always leaves her in thousands feet under her own grave made of darkness and no hope. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked beside her, her eight year son was sleeping peacefully. Her world was laying peacefully in deep sleep, thats enough for her, she can survive another night, another nightmare. A tear fall down from her cheeks and her mind wandered back to the sweet and bitter memories....

Roohi Azim, a beautiful young lady, in final year of her Masters. She was the epitome of beauty in her whole clan. Her luscious brown hair that reaches her mid thigh, her fair skinned and hourglass figure, she was a beauty to die for....but she didn't care about her beauty at all. She was always kind and humble. Her parents brought her up in a very secure environment and being the only sister of four brothers she was pampered alot.

Maybe that was the reason her parents and brothers agreed to marry her off to Yawar Ali, who comes from a middle class family but has been working in a multinational company as a COO, he wasn't wealthy like them, but can easily provide their sister a comfortable life.

Yawar Ali and Roohi Azim, both have the common story, they met in University, she was a fresher and he was a final year student. They didn't knew When they fell in love and the little seed grow up into a huge tree of love.

"Rooh, I couldn't believe you're sitting beside me...right now..." Yawar who was mesmerized seeing her in a blood red bridal attire, seeing her like this he's heart was beating faster.

"Rooh....i love you so much." He took out the ring box from his bedside drawer and looked at his newly wed wife.

"May I?" For a moment their eyes met and her eyelashes fell down in an unsaid yes. Even though they have been in love for four years, but tonight is different, he's her in all sense and she is his.

A night passed on the bed of roses, creating a beautiful scenery for life. Will that scenery will last for forever?

....

"Rooh?" She was frying the last Paratha when he heard her husband's impatient voice.

"Yawar just two minutes!"

"Meri jaan! Come sit!" She looked at him perplexed, he was holding an envelope in his hands and a very beautiful smile was dancing on his lips.

"Whats this Yawar?" Their eyes met and Yawar hugged her tightly.

"You're pregnant."

"What?"

They both said on the same time. Roohi's face turned red, she wasn't happy knowing about it.

"Well i know in normal circumstances usually wife told this news being all shy and....

"Yawar i Don't want this child. I will abort it."

"Rooh."

Yawar's smile was gone, Roohi caged herself inside their room. A brick fall on his head out of nowhere. He started analysing what went wrong in this six months of their marriage? He did as Roohi said to him. She didn't liked living in a joint family so he moved to a luxurious flat. He left his home for her comfort. Then what went wrong that she wanted to abort Their unborn child?

"Mama? Why are you crying?" The little boy got up from his deep sleep hearing her mother's sobbing, he wiped her mother's tears and hugged her.

"Mama don't cry. I feel like crying too. Mama please don't cry." Roohi looked at her son and cried again, she wanted to abort this child of hers who was crying just because he's mother is in pain.

"Rohail. My heart." She hugged her son tightly. He was just like his father, kind-hearted person, who couldn't see his mother crying.

"Rohail common go to sleep, otherwise you'll be late for school tommorrow." She started singing a lullaby, her son was now sleeping peacefully again, but her night of torments wasn't over yet......

"Yawar."

"Hmmm Rooh."

She was standing holding her one year old son and looking like a volcano ready to erupt anytime.

"Yawar!"

"Rooh... I'm working yaarrrrrrrrr."

"I know what you're doing! You're chatting with her right? That sonia?"

Yawar didn't understood her unnecessary banterings but on the mention of Sonia he got up furiously from his chair, he's laptop was now saluting the concrete floor and his phone was taking its last breathe.

"Rooh what the hell are you talking about?"

Yawar stood infront of her, he's tone was low, he's features turned soft seein a one year old Rohail sleeping peacefully in her arms.

"Yawar i know you're cheating on me!"

"What the hell are you saying Rooh?"

"I know you're cheating on me with that bitch sonia. I will take Divorce from you!"

Yawar who was talking with jer calmly trying to handle this another fight with patience, but he lost his calm on the word of divorce. They had been fighting day and night since Yawar forced her not to get abortion.

"You want divorce from me? Why?"

"Because you're a liar! A cheater! I didn't Wanted to become a mother this early but you forced me and now you're freely cheating on me with sonia and god knows how many other women."

"I will take Divorce from you!"

"I will."

Roohi was shouting at him, Rohail got up from his sleeping seeing his parents fight he started crying and Yawar who was frustrated and angry on her spoke the words which ended everything.

"I Yawar Ali in my senses giving divorce to Roohi Azim.

I divorce you

I divorce you

I Divorce you"

Yawar who understood what he has done in anger moved towards His Rooh, but Roohi she took two steps back, her head was moving in a No. With just three words he lost her for forever.

Roohi Azim walked out of the flat she has spent three years with the love of his life, holding her one year old child.

Roohi Azim was crying and for the first time Yawar Ali couldn't wipe her tears, he lost all his rights in anger, she lost all her rights in prudence.

"TRing."

"TRing."

"TRing."

The Alarm was continuously buzzing, even though she was awake she didn't dismissed it. She was still lost in the pit of darkness, ignoring the sunrays of a new morning.

"Mama Wake up Its already 7:00 am." Rohail patted on her shoulder and she got up from the bed, not sayıng anything.

She made breakfast and both of them ate it in silence. They both don't like to talk early in the morning.

"Okay Mama I'm going. Allah Hafiz."

Rohail went outside his van was waiting for him, but then he stopped on the threshold and came back, kissing her mother's cheeks and saying— i love you Mama.

Roohi hugged him tightly and then they both went outside together. Rohail was waving his hands till his mother disappeared from his side and then a sad smile passed his lips. Life was not Always like this for Rohail Yawar Ali, he maybe an eight year old child but has seen the worst too early......

"Mama." A three year old Rohail looked at her mother who was sitting on the bed wearing a red color suit, his mother's eyes was hollow and devoid of any emotion.

That day he saw his mother disappearing from his sight, with a man much older than her. His mother was snow white and that man was a bald with long moustache and ugly looking monster, who was oggling her mother like she was some kind of food. His small brain could only think like that.

When in reality he didn't knew he's mother is married of to a second time and now he has to live on the grace of his maternal aunts amd uncles.

A three year old Rohail cried every night just to see his mother, just to smell her scent, just to hear her soothing voice. But nobody cared he cried and then fell asleep, what a little child can do?

An year passed his mother didn't came to meet him and he started going school, where he saw children with their parents. He silently cries their not bothering anyone. He often asks where his father? Why his mother left him? Why? Why?

And one day he got the answer when his cousin Shumaila said in a fight— "your mama married another uncle because you're a bad boy. And your step father didn't wants you to meet your mother."

That day he stopped crying for his mama. A four year old child started growing up too fast.....

The van come to a halt and all teh students started running out of the van, rushing towards the school gate. He too ran towards the school gate but stopped in his tracks seeing the man infront of his eyes.

"Baba." Rohail smiled brightly and ran towards his father.

"Baba ki jaan." Yawar hughed him tightly and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Baba? Mama said you'll be coming next week..."

"Baba came early because he wanted to meet you and give you a surprise." Yawar hugged him again, inhaling his scent.

"Baba you promised me something?"

"Yes we will live together like a family and now if you want this to happen come with me." Yawar and rohail hand in hand started walking towards his car.

Yawar was driving his car and looked at his son, who was growing up too fast. A painful memory hit him in the guts......

It has been three years since he hadn't met her or their son. He pleaded infront of Roohi's whole family just to let him met her for once, but they didn't. He was ashamed of himself, even if Roohi shouted and asked for divorce, he shouldn't have said those words. But he did! Anger got the best out of him. Satan played its triumph card and he falls in its trap.

In those three years he didn't lost his Rooh and his son, but also his parents who died after hearing about his destruction. His parents, his ammi who let him live away from her just because she wanted his happiness and his abbu who made him, who invested all his youth, Love and money just to give him a comfortable life....but unfortunately they failed in giving him a fate with no remorse.

But remorse and regret was written in Yawar Ali's fate. He went abroad after his parents death, met different people, did different jobs. But his heart was still beating behind the closed walls of that flat.

He came back three years later only to find that Roohi Azim was married off to someone else. That day he cried and cried. He harmed himself. But nothing could bring her back.

Once again he was standing infront of Azim Mansion he wanted to see his son, but they denied him sayıng he was with Roohi and her new husband is a doting father unlink him.

And hearing those words Yawar Ali, burned from head to Toe. He fought his case in the court and finally won after five years. He didn't saw Roohi Azim on any hearing... but when her son's custody was finally given to him, he saw her, she was hiding her face with the corner of her shawl. His heartbeat got faster as he went closer to her.

"Rooh."

He didn't saw anything but her and her.

"Yawar please take this."

He looked at her questioningly and then he took a paper from her hands,. their hands touched merely for a second, Their eyes met for a second and its enough for Yawar Ali to know what hurt and pain she has gone through.

"Baba"

"Baba hurry up.....look that car is going faster than us."

"Okay."

Yawar come out of his thoughts and focused on driving, he pulled his car in Their driveway.

Roohi walked out hurriedly, she was wearing a black colour Anarkali her hairs were opened, droplets of water dropping down, she was looking an exquisite beauty even in her early thirties.

Yawar just looked at her and felt like he would die any moment, seeing her like this after years that too inside the foir walls of his house.

"Mama... Baba said we will live together." Their moment broke when they heard Rohail's voice.

Another car pulled in the driveway, some friends of Yawar come out with an older looking İmam they both looked at eachother and then went inside.

All the guests were sitting in the lounge and she was feeling extremely nervous, today she was getting married to Yawar Ali for the second time after going through so Much.

İmam came in her room to seek her approval and she just looked at the papers infront of her.

She took the paper in her hands and signed her life and rights in the favour of Yawar Ali again.....

"Roohi?"

"Yawar Ali, please sit."

Yawar who came in the restaurant she has mentioned on the paper seeing her like this hiding herself from him, but then reality hit him.....she was not his wife.... she was someone else's. How painful it is to see your beloved sitting next to you, but can't have any rights over them.

"I'm sorry." Her words fell like a bucket of cold water on his head.

And then she started telling him, what actually leads to the destruction of their marriage.

"I Ruhi Azim, daughter of Azim Bakht. I confess that I'm an utterly irresponsible and stupid for breaking our marriage. It was all my fault. My Bhabhi always filled my ears how beautiful i am and how i deserves much more than a middle class man. She shared your and Sonia's fake pictures and told me that you're cheating on me..... when in reality you were just establishing your own business Just to give me a luxurious life. In my arrogance and prudence, i ruined our lives. You didn't Divorced me, Yawar. I asked for it. And now look at me the same bhabhi married me to her psychotic brother who abuse me, torture me and beat me every single day. I've not seen my son just because of that man. And now when he finally died, i got to meet my son, but now he was again going to be taken away from me.... Yawar my parents aren't in the position to help me.... please take me with you. Please. For Rohail's sake."

Her voice broke and she cried, but this time Yawar Ali was holding in his arms.

After a decade of misery, they finally find their peace.

"I do."

(I will never leave you ever Rooh)

"I do."

(I will love you till my last breathe Rooh)

"I do."

(Rooh)

He signed the papers for the second time he was getting married to the same woman, he loved all his life.

"Baba Mama Rohail say cheese."

Rohail sat between them and took a selfie.

Finally their family was complete, after facing so many hardship they found their happiness.

"Rooh."

"Yawar."

They both hold eachother's hand tightly, promising to never let go of eachother. And then a much smaller hand makes their grip much more stronger.

"We are stronger together forever as a family."

The End.

Note: sorry for not updating the remaining chapters of flashlight. I wasn't well. Hope so will start publishing them soon. And do let me know your opinion on this story.