As she held the little girl in her arms, a small beautiful smile formed on her lips, her blank eyes were shining from a new emotion.

"Look at her, Umaisha...I can't believe, I'm a mother, " I saw that happiness on her face after ages. But you know, for some people happiness is like an orgasm which lasts for only a few moments in their lives. And the same thing happened to her.

"She's not your daughter, she's my daughter, Farwa," Hafsa took the baby from Wajeeha's lap, and a devilish smirk formed on her face.

"Yeah... she's our baby," happiness was dancing in Wajeeha's eyes as she didn't notice the smirk on her face.

"You're taking it in the wrong way babe, she's not your baby... She's mine. Also, I shared my husband with you, now I can't share this baby," she put the baby in the baby cot and replied peacefully which startled us.

"Wh...what are you say.. saying?" Her voice cracked up and tears started slipping from her eyes.

"You heard me right, Wajeeha, forget that you ever gave birth to her, she's my daughter, and you ain't even allowed to see her, touch her, feed her," she announced her decision without realizing the effect of her venomous words on Wajeeha.

"I didn't ask you to share your husband with me, and Waqar never loved me, I was forced to him...you can take him back from my life, but I can't give my baby to you...at any cost, I'll go to the police and..."

" I'll kill your baby..." She cut her off immediately and looked straight into her eyes.

"You can't do this to me, Hafsa...you can't do this..." She looked devastated and vulnerable.

" I can do anything honey, and now I can't take the risk... So Waqar is giving you a divorce right now, and you have to end all the contacts with us...if you want to see your daughter alive, promise me... You'll never try to contact us again..." She gritted her teeth and took the baby in her arms.

" Then why did you force me to marry Waqar..." Her voice was shaking and I was witnessing the whole scene dumbfounded from the window. It was all my fault... I'm responsible for everything. Tears started making their way to my face and I felt a strong pain growing in my chest.

"Cuz I wanted a baby and I'd be happier if she was a boy...but anyway thank you so much honey..." she showed an evil grin to her and was about to exit when Wajeeha called her.

"Can I hold my baby last time? Please," she asked with pleading eyes and she looked vulnerable and helpless.

Hafsa gave the baby to Wajeeha and she started kissing, hugging her like insane.

I closed my eyes from the hurt. I can't see her like this. Imagine what she's feeling right now.

It all happened so fast that we all were shocked. Waqar gave her divorce and she locked herself in her room for months. After a few months, a proposal came for her and she didn't speak anything and became agreed to the marriage. We knew nothing about the proposal but it all happened so quickly that one evening she became Wajeeha Asim Riyaz.

"Wajeeha, Do you even know Asim? Why did you marry him? " I shook her by her shoulders and asked in a loud tone and she let out a soft chuckle which shattered my heart into pieces.

"You know what Umaisha, some people are born unlucky. My mom died while giving me birth and I suffered my whole life cuz of Hafsa and my stepmom. And then one day I fell in love... I was so stupid to think that I'm some fairytale princess whose all sufferings are going to end but my life wasn't any fairy tale. He left me on our wedding day and I was waiting for him in a bridal dress with a beautiful smile and dreams like a clown," she let out a soft chuckle and I stared at her dumbfounded.

"And then one day my family forced me to marry my brother-in-law but I didn't say anything cuz I had hope that maybe my life can change...and when I saw my baby... I can't tell you how happy was I and how I felt when I first held her in my arms, when I first touched her, hugged her, kissed her...I used to talk to my baby when she was in my womb and today it all feels like a dream... See... I can't even see her, touch her, meet her and I got a label of a divorced woman," she wiped off the tears from her eyes and flashed a reluctant smile at me.

"And you know this proposal has its own mystery and I know very well that it's also a part of some deal but now I'm ready to face everything. One thing is giving me peace that I'm preparing for my akhirah and this is enough for me... " Her face had a different glow and she looked like some angel. I controlled the urge to tell her everything, to confess my sin to her... but I was a coward and I had no guts to see the hate in her eyes for me. I wish I have a time machine and I could fix everything. I swear I don't want Abrar or anyone, I just want my old Wajeeha back, I just want the happiness on this face.

"Umaisha, promise me you'll take care of my daughter... Promise me you'll always look after her, you'll never let her be like me... coward and weak..." She held my hands and broke into tears.

" You ain't weak Wajeeha, you're the strongest woman I have ever known... And..."

" Whatever, I just don't want my daughter to be like me who can't raise her voice for her rights," she cut me off and stared at me very intensely which made me a little bit uncomfortable.

"And I want one more promise, please marry Abrar... Okay he wasn't in my destiny but I want to see you happy," my whole world collapsed as those words left her mouth. I gaped at her and my eyeballs popped out from the socket.

"Wajeeha..." My voice was shaking.

"Umaisha, it's okay... It's my fault that I didn't see the love in your eyes for him, I swear I had no clue about it, just promise me you'll marry him...please..." She looked at me with hope and I pulled her into a hug. My lips were silent and I didn't utter a single word. I looked at my reflection in the mirror with disgust. I never found myself that ugly. I didn't know how Allah is gonna forgive me.

"Did you forgive me?" As she was about to say goodbye, a gasp left my mouth.

"I was never upset with you... I love you, just take care of my promises," she left me speechless and in guilt.

I told Abrar everything and he didn't speak anything but his eyes were screaming a lot of things. He looked guilty, hurt, and broken and one day I became Umaisha Abrar Shah.

I was completing my promise, I became a good wife of Abrar and a good guardian for Farwa. Farwa became my priority and the biggest responsibility.

A year after when I met Wajeeha, I became shocked to see she got married to none other than Asiya's fiance. Asiya was our classmate and we all knew about her childhood engagement then how the heck did all these things happened? Why the heck Asim decided to marry Wajeeha?

Was it a new game? Was someone planning something big and evil?

But all these questions died with Wajeeha. One day we got to know that Wajeeha died from a brain tumor leaving behind her one-year-old daughter.

Once again we all got the biggest shock and it made me heart patient. I knew Wajeeha had forgiven me but my heart was still searching for the peace which I had lost cuz deep inside I knew... I was responsible for everything.

"And I gave birth to a daughter and named her Wajeeha...but one day she also left us...she died in an accident and I ..." Her voice was echoing in my head and I looked at her dumbfounded.

I felt the strong pain growing in my heart, I couldn't believe that my mom's life was like this. My whole life went hating my mom. Damn! I hated that woman, the woman who was like an angel. I spent my whole life thinking my mom left me for some rich guy, I believed Asiya and Asim and hated that woman...Woah!

But wait... Farwa...she....my sister...?

I turned my head and looked at Farwa who was crying vigorously. I ran towards her and we both stared into each other's eyes.

"Farwa..." My lips finally released a word.

She pulled me in a hug and I hugged her back. It was the same warmth, the same comfort I felt the night when she was pampering me after that nightmare.

I always wanted a sister and I never knew I had already a sister. It was crazy how I hated my mom and my own sister.

"Zaynah... please stop," she wiped off the tears from my face and cupped my face.

" Our mom wants us to be strong ladies, we can't be weak like this honey,"

I nodded my head and smiled back at her. I pushed all the tears back which was threatening me to roll down my cheeks.

"Zaynah, I know you hate me now, I deserve this... I'm ready for any kind of punishment you wanna give to me" I cocked my head at Mrs. Umaisha whose eyes had clear guilt and hurt. I didn't speak anything and ran towards the garden.

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"What are you thinking Zaynah?" She sat beside me and squeezed my hand. I put my head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around me.

"Farwa... I'm still in shock, I don't know how to accept all these things and... "

"Hey don't overthink! Take your time and we will respect your decision but I want to tell you one thing... don't do anything in rush, listen to your heart carefully and follow it," she was looking like a big responsible sister and I just wanted to hug her again.

"Did you know that I'm your sister?" I looked at her with curiosity.

" Naah, of course not but the first time I noticed your eyes, I became silent. Your eyes and smile are the same as her. Your habits, clumsiness, and food interest, everything is the same as her. She could die for chocolates and you..." Her eyes were welled up from a lot of emotions and I was staring at her dumbfounded.

"I don't even know how my mom looked, I didn't even know her name," I sighed heavily.

" She was just like you, beautiful, pure, and innocent, I always got a different vibe from you especially the night you got your nightmare and when Aunty Umaisha confirmed to me that you're my sister, you became my responsibility, I started protecting you and then I found about Naina..." She explained briefly and looked across my face.

"I'm so sorry... I did that to you... ," I said with guilt and looked at her beautiful brown wig.

She noticed my questioning gaze at her face and started gazing at the floor. She let out a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak "When I was eight, one day my father told me that my hair is beautiful and you know I inherited that beautiful hair from Mom. When Hafsa heard this she set fire on my head... " A tear escaped from her eyes and I gaped at her with shock.

I thought my life was like this but she went through the same. Both of the women were jealous of our mom and they ruined our childhood, our life.

"You're the most beautiful girl I know, you don't need this wig to look beautiful, " I helped her to remove the wig from her head and smiled at her.

"I wish I could be there for you to save you from all those tortures, I wish I could protect you but don't worry, now I'm here ... I won't let anyone hurt my baby girl," she intertwined her hands with mine and stood up from the bench. My heart was dancing from a different feeling.

"And yeah, people make mistakes, I ain't blaming you but as you insulted me in the cafeteria, but you're a good human with a pure heart. Similarly, Aunty Umaisha did a mistake, but she went through a lot too... You know I wouldn't be alive if she wasn't there for me. She is my lifeline, she loves me more than her own children... And, she loves you too...how she planned your wedding with Wajahat cuz she wanted to save you, she cares about us and don't tell me that you don't feel a different warmth and comfort when she hugs you. When our mom can forgive her then who are we to punish her?? She lost her daughter and her best friend... Please try to understand her," her words were opening a different way of thinking of my mind and I looked at the sky.

She was right, Aunty Umaisha's presence gives me peace, and when mom can forgive her then who am I to keep grudges for her?

"And what about Wajahat? Don't tell me you never liked him," all of a sudden a thought came into my mind and I blurted out.

"Lol, he's my best friend and my brother in Islam..." She smiled cheekily and I looked at her with my confused eyes.

"Mariya Aunty fed me her breast milk which made him my brother in Islam, and I can't have that kind of feelings for him..." Her new confession made my eyes widened.

" I know you love him and I'm so happy for my sister," she pecked my forehead and peace started forming in my heart.