The sky roars as the lovers had sinned. A sin of love. The sky crumbled down as the war had started. A war of honour. The bystanders kept their eyes down as the Lovers stand holding each other. A pain they never deserved.

"Yeh kya kar diye tum dono de." Nawab Alamgir Shah screamed.

A scream of rage, disgust, distress and above all disgrace. The valley of Abbottabad filled with silence as not even the winds dare to move. Even the realities halt to witness the faith of the lovers, the sinners.

"Abba...." A slap echoed through the valley as she falls back.

Her black long chaddar crumbled down as her honour had. A gasp left her lips as blood oozed out of the corners.

"Ap yeh haq kho chuki hai Firdaus." Pain no shame, that's what she felt.

The breezes grief for her.

She was the princess of the Shah Haweli till morning, now she is just a sinner. So much for loving someone.

The screams of the people present in the baithak khana (hall ) roar as they call her by names.

Slut. Homewrecker. Bitch.

She gulps the pain, the words, the reality. All truth, she is all of that.

For she had loved a forbidden fruit, someone she was never supposed to look anything other than an elder, but when have the heart listened to any sense when it came to love, never. But what about him, for she had been loyal to her love at least, he was not.

For she waited for him for twelve years, only to return and get married. He did, to her sister.

A betrayal.

A betrayal their family have done to them. And she had been still waiting for her love. Only when it came, it brought a war along.

For he had cheated on his wife on his choice, he had cheated on her sister for her love. And Firdaus Alamgir knows she had commited a sin.

He is not only her lover, but he is also the heir of The Mirza empire, he is also her brother in law.

"Nawab Sahab ab kya?" A question even she wants to ask, what now.

A silence engulfs them as the footsteps increase. Her heartbeat increases as she knows the end is here, her end, their end.

A rage-filled roar as the man pushed through the large wooden doors of Shah haweli, doors of honours and dignity that were crumbling near her feet.

Red bloodshot eyes, bloodstained white kameez.

Blood.

A gasp left her lips as her mind goes back to the certain pair of hazel eyes, that charming smile, those untamed curls that used to linger on her fingertips not even an hour ago. Another pain hit her as she feels a pang through her stomach, another, then she lost the count.

As she falls she looks at those familiar pairs of hazel orbs, running towards her. A smile forms on her lips as he engulfs her in a hug. His shirt drenching with her blood, his eyes filled with her pain and fear. A fear of losing her, a fear of losing a life.

She opens her mouth to say something then it happens another shot was heard another figure falls beside her, this time protecting a sinner, a lover, her husband. A horror filled his eyes as he witnesses his wife falling near his feet.

He gulps, his wife Fatimah smiles. His love had ruined them all, his cowardness had consumed it all. He closes his eyes as he feels bullets piercing through him, and he was fortunate for that.

For life would not be life after this to him. As he falls between the two sisters, the sky mourns for their tragic end. They had sinned, but it was not what they deserved.

Shamir Mirza lost his life along with his wife Fatimah Shamir and his beloved Firdaus Shah. For love had been killed in hands of honour.

The hands holding the gun lose their hold, as it falls on the ground of sin with a loud thud. Sahir Mirza had killed his brother, he had maintained the honour of the family.

A scream echoed through the halls as a petite figure, not more than eighteen springs run through them. Tears covered her face, sweats covered her henna filled hands, her long dupatta trails behind as she runs forgetting everything behind.

The din of her anklet fills the room as they lower their head, in shame, in grief.

"Bhai" She screams as she steps into the room only to be stopped by a hand. Her feet halted their steps as she gulps.

"Wahi ruk jaye Arzu, ek kadam na baraye agey." Nawab Shah's roar filled the room.

"Ab kya Nawab Sahab." A question lingers through the room.

"Sahir Mirza kis haq se tumne mere betiyon ko goli mari?" A question, a faith.

"Izzat lutayi hai inhone dono gharon ki."

"Bhai tha woh tumhara."

"Toh bhabi key saath kaise galat hone deta, woh bhi toh apki hi beti thi." A loyalty coming from the murder.

"Yeh toh koi insaaf ni hua."

"Ab insaaf ki gunzaish hi nahi rahi Nawab Sahab."

"Toh tum kya chahte toh?"

"Aj se Shah aur Mirza key sare rishte khatam. Jin rishton mein khoon ke daag ho, woh rishte tut hi jane chahiye."

"Bhai.." She whispered.

"Aur jo rishte pehle se zure hai unka kya."

Silence engulfs them again as no one knows an answer to this. Shah's and Mirza's had a history together, they are family.

"Woh bhi tod diye jaye." A gasp left her lips as she witnesses her life crumbling down.

Her blue eyes filled with stars look through the room but it can't find its beloved.

Nawab Shah looked around as his minister nods in agreement. His eyes look at the entrance of the hall where she stands looking broken, looking at him with the last ounce of hope, pleading him for justice.

He closed his eyes and gulps his pain. He had lost his daughters, his honour, his guroor, what more is there to lose. But what about her, no one knows, no one bothers too.

"Aaj se Shah aur Mirza key sare taluqaat tode jate hai. Aaj se Shah haweli se na Mirza haweli key lia mithai jayengi, nahi toufe, nahi betiya. Jo bhi zameendari hai dono barabar hisson mein bate jaye, aaj se Shah aur Mirza alag hote hai. Aur koi bhi humare faisley key khilaaf jaye toh unke saath bhi wahi hoga joh aaj meri betiyon key saath hua"

She can feel all the eyes coming towards her, looking for an answer to the unasked question. She keeps on looking at him for the answer.

"Joh rukna chahe woh ruk jaye, joh jane chahe unhe koi nahi rokega."

And she steps in, with stumbling steps, broken self, for she had just seen her life going away from her. Nawab Shah has said his words, he had decided her faith.

Her faith had been written with blood pain and tears.

She kneels in front of them, and let her tears fall, the sky mourns as they witness an innocent girl losing her life in hands of murders.

He stands here with cold eyes and a colder soul. He knows the consequences, for his love had lost a battle without a fight. He is supposed to be the king, he knows that too.

And he will fight, but at the right time, they started the battle, he will give them a war for sure.

Her blue eyes clashed with his amber ones.

Pain against remorse.

And their world collapsed as he steps away from the threshold. He had made his choice, she lost her last breath too.

Their end is here, the end of the beginning.