When I approached them they stopped talking and looked at me mischievously.

Why they are looking at me mischievously?!!

"So you guys patched up huh?" I asked them in spite of clearly knowing the truth.

"What do you mean by patched up man, we were never on bad terms." Dada jaan said looking at Amma for approval and she nodded.

Seeing me glare he continued.

"I know...... I know the circumstances were not favorable but we always remembered each other in every prayer." He said shaking his head.

"Right hafsa?" And asked Amma.

Alhamdulillah for everything being settled down between Dada jaan and Amma.

"Of course chacha jaan." Amma said ruffling my hear.

I looked at her annoyingly.

What's with my mother and ruffling my hair.

"So?..........."I was going to ask about miss Has..... I mean Nayab.

" So what Haroon?!! " Amma asked me feigning innocence.

Why she is behaving weird?!

But I thought to let it go and tell them about Nayab's foster parente arrival.

" They are coming. "I informed them.

" Who.....? "Dada Jaan asked confusingly.

" Ah, Nay.... Umm... miss Ha..... I mean phuppo's daughter's foster parents." I said stuttering.

Great!!!

Simply great!!

Now my sweet mother in disguise of Sherlock Holmes will definitely use her detective brain to ponder over my stuttering and confused behavior.

" You mean Samina and Hasan Farooqui are coming. "She was excited or nervous I couldn't make it out.

" Yes.... "I nodded.

" How do they know about Nayab's whereabouts."He asked me suspiciously.

Oh so my dear mother and dada jaan is very well aware about the relationship between me and phuppo's daughter and this is what they were talking about when I was approaching them and their mischievous smile was reflex action on the truth's revelation.

I see.....

"Haroon, I asked you something." Dada jaan's intimidating voice snapped me out.

"They called me and asked me about her." I informed him.

"How did they get your number." My mother was smiling.

"Coz, before fainting called her parent's to varify the truth." I said putting pressure on She.

"Foster parents." Dada jaan thought it was important to correct my mistake.

"So you gave them the address." He asked again.

"No......" I told the truth.

"Then?!!" He was frowning.

"I sent Ashraf with the car to pick them up and bring them here."I told them now annoyed.

I felt like I was in examination hall giving my oral test.

" Why so privilege?!! "Amma asked wiggling her eyebrows.

" Amma please, dont play dumb. I know that you very well know that I somehow know the truth about...... about phuppo's daughter's and mine relationship."I told her annoyingly.

" She has very beautiful name dear."She informed me with mischief filled voice.

" I know. " I said feeling embarrassed.

" You don't like her. "Amma was hurt.

Or was she acting because she is pro at it?

" Who told you? " I asked her back.

" So you liked her. "It was dada jaan's turn to tease me.

Before I get to answer them and embarrass myself more my phone buzzed saving me from that awkward moment.

I looked at the screen.

" It's Zara." I informed them.

They nodded and I moved away to receive it.

" Assalam o Alaikum Bhai."I heard her.

"Wa Alaikum Zara. Is everything alright there?" I asked little worried about her call in unusual time.

Today around me, a lot of unusual things had occurred. So why to bother with one more unusual thing.

"Bhai.... actually Amma went to haweli and when I asked her she didn't mention why? I'm worried. She is not picking her call either." She sounded worried.

"Zara, don't worry. I'm with Amma. She is perfectly fine." I tried to calm her.

"Bhai..... is everything alright there? I mean you and Amma both are there and...."

" Phuppo's daughter is here." I told cutting her in the middle.

"What?!!!..... How?!!!.... Woww!!!!

Bhai I want to meet her." I heard her excited shrill voice.

"You can't come now. Azeem and Ashraf both are not there to bring you here." I informed her.

"Bhai.... I can drive." She informed as if I don't know.

"Zara, I can't allow you to drive alone this long way alone." I told her the matter of fact.

"But bhai......" She was whining now . Her favourite act when something goes against her will.

"Okay, Zara stop it. I will come to pick you up in 2 hour....... Be ready." I told her finally defeated by her whining act as always.

"Thank you....... thank you....... thank you.... Bhai." I heard her squeals.

I smiled at her childish behavior and put the phone.

I went to Amma and dada jaan to informed them about my departure and Zara's insist.

After that I went towards the hospital's parking lot. I so much wanted to ask about her health condition but thought otherwise because of their teasing gaze.

I hope she react rationally when she wake up.

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I felt a pinch of pain in my right arm. I tried to move it which increased the pain a little more.

I tried to open my eyes ever so slowly coz of my heavy eye lids.

After a while realisation hit me hard. Where I was and why type questions were answered.

My parents whom I thought to be my own was a lie.

It pains.

My own father wanted to kill me.

My mother suffered a lot because of me.

Something hot slide down from my temple.

Why I'm crying?

I shouldn't cry.

My miserable condition will make every one pity over me and I don't want that.

They didn't mentioned about my real mother. Isn't she alive.

If she would've been alive she wouldn't have left me with Baba and Mumma.

It pains so much Allah.

Click of the door brought me back from my daze.

I looked towards the door.

It was my real mother's father.

I moved away my head other side. I don't want to look at him.

He only reminds of everything that I came to know about my life.... a complete

Nayab, look at me please." I heard his old tired voice.

Is he more hurt than me?

It can't be.

"I can't." I told him bluntly.

"Please, just once, listen to me." He pleaded.

His pleading voice doesn't effect me now.

My heart is now clouded with the only emotion called hurt...... hurt to know that my mother has to escape for my life....... hurt to know that my own bloody father wanted to kill me coz I wasn't a boy....... hurt to know that my life has been a lie..... a bloody spiffing lie which I have nurtured with so much trust that now I suffocate to think or accept it as a lie. Every other emotion is covered inside this thick cloud.

"Naya...."

"Please just go away. I don't want to listen anyone or anything........ please." I cut him before he could say anything.

I heard the door click again.

Maybe he was gone now.

I sat up. I looked at the drip and then to the needle pierced in my right arm. I removed it. Some blood prickled out. I wipe the blood with the cotton kept aside.

I can't sit here and let everyone pity over me. I will return back to my hostel and will continue my job. I will....... I will not meet any person related to my mother neither I will meet Mamma and baba.

Yes this is how I will live my further life.....alone....and only alone.

And what about your husband?

He is not interested in me for sure. If he would have been interested he definitely would have been called me. I can't let my broken heart have a hope which will break it further.

I stood up from the bed and moved towards the door with the plans for my life.

I opened the door and...... and there stood Mumma and baba.

I looked at them. They both were looking worried. When they saw me they stride towards me.

When the truth wasn't revealed. When I thought them as my real parents..... I always thought that their love, care and support was my right to have. They belongs to me. But....... But now after knowing the truth I feel grateful towards them. I feel to return back every thing they gave. Because, now it wasn't my right to have them for me. I wasn't their real one.

"Nayab, darling come let's go home. We will talk there." I heard baba.

He held my right arm.

What he wanted to talk? I'm not going to remind myself that past incidents. I don't want them.

But there are some questions. I want there answer but not now. Not in this condition.

" Nayab, sweetheart say something."Mumma sounded worried.

She held my other arm and was caressing my head.

Whatever might happen but my love for them wasn't lie.

Do they love me same or it was just a responsibility they somehow ended up having.

I looked at baba, his eyes was full of love and worry even though he wasn't so emotional kind of a person.

I looked at Mumma. She was looking at me with tears brimming eyes. Her eyes were also shining with the love..... love for me..... yes love for me..... only me.

Does it matter that I'm not their own. Maybe it doesn't otherwise they wouldn't have loved me so much.

I can feel their love wasn't a lie.

I looked at her again and this time couldn't stop the sob that escaped my throat.

"Mumma" Escaped from my mouth.

Hearing me call her, she hugged me squeezing me as if telling me that she will always be with me...... she will always love me no matter what.

"We love you my life." I heard baba.

I felt baba's hand caressing my head and I looked at him. He was also crying.

I'm sorry Allah for not realising your favours. I'm sorry for whining over your plans for me....... plans which has always been best.

I'm sorry.

I moved away

" Mumma, baba please don't cry." I said with hoarse voice.

This time both baba and Mumma hugged and I felt loved and protected under their blessed arms.

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