Chapter 43

Zara's wedding had taken place just four months ago, a ceremony that felt more like a cruel game than a celebration. No one was happy about it.

Faiq still couldn't believe that instead of seeking revenge on the man who had beaten him, his father was arranging his marriage with that man’s sister.

Deema sensed Faiq's cold demeanour on the day of their engagement, which cast a shadow over her hopes for a happy marriage.

Hamshad only cared about his sister's well-being; he had no interest in the girl who was being brought into his life.

And Zara, the unwitting pawn in this twisted game, found herself thrust into a marriage devoid of the dreams and desires she had once harboured. Her heart longed for the familiarity of Shahzaib's face, but the reality of her situation left her numb and bewildered, her dreams shattered in an instant.

Immediately after the Nikkah, Faiq left without anyone knowing. When it was time for the rukhsati, and Faiq was nowhere to be found, there was chaos in the hall about the missing groom. His phone was unreachable, and none of his friends knew where he had gone.

Mir Abbas and Jamshed Khan thought it would be best to proceed with the rukhsati quietly for now. But when Hamshad found out Faiq was missing, he was furious.

"Deema ki rukhsati tabhi hogi jab Faiq ayega," Hamshad declared.

(Deema's rukhsati will only happen when Faiq arrives,)

"Hamshad, tamasha mat banao, Rukhsati hone do warna log kya kahenge." Mir Abbas tried to calm his hot-headed son.

(Hamshad, don't make a scene. Let the rukhsati happen, or what will people say?)

"Mujhe logo ki fikar nahi hai. Agar dulha hi nahi toh kiske sahare apni behen ko rukhsat karu?" But Hamshad ignored his attempts and continued. "Deema ki rukhsati nahi hui toh main bhi uss shaks ki behen ko apne sath nahi le ja raha."

(I don't care about people. If there's no groom, on whose assurance should I send my sister?)

(If Deema's rukhsati doesn't happen, I won't take that man's sister with me either.)

Taking Deema with him, he left the venue.

Zara, in the bridal room with Minal, didn't understand why Burhan suddenly appeared and took Minal outside. When Minal returned, her face was pale, hands trembling. "Chalo, beta, ghar chalo," she said softly.

(Let's go, dear, let's go home,)

Confusion and uncertainty clouded Zara's mind as she followed Minal out of the bridal room, her heart heavy with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. Little did she know that the events of her wedding day were only the beginning of a journey fraught with challenges and obstacles.

A bride whose husband had refused to take her with him has to endure a lot, and the ones narrating taunting are usually her own family members, Zara had come to realize that in these 4 months. Her aunts, cousins, and sisters-in-law never missed an opportunity to repeat how Hamshad left her. Even when guests arrived, the conversation always revolved around Zara and her wedding.

Now, if anyone were to ask them, if Hamshad refused to take her with him, how is it Zara's fault? The fault lay with Faiq; he was the one who abandoned his bride in the hall. It was Faiq's cowardice and Hamshad's pride that the two innocent girls were paying the price for, yet no one dared to say anything to them. Who had to listen to all this? Zara. As if she had made Faiq run away.

Deema often called Zara to reassure her. "Bhabhi, bhai dil ke bure nahi hain, woh bas mujhe leke thore protective hain." Deema wanted to clear Zara's doubts about Hamshad. But Zara couldn't say anything to her; how could she provide such false reassurance that Faiq wasn't at fault, that Faiq must have had some urgent matter to attend to? Both Zara and Deema knew that Faiq had abandoned her. Perhaps that was why Deema never asked anything about Faiq, either.

(Bhabhi, my brother isn't a bad person. He's just a bit protective of me.)

And then the cursed day arrived when they received news from Faiq's side. All they got from him was a letter and divorce papers. He loved Neha, but due to Jamshed's insistence, he had to marry Deema. Upon hearing about Faiq's marriage, Neha had cut her veins, and that was the reason Faiq had left without completing the ceremony. After Neha recovered, he married her. He had no place in his life for Deema.

Zara's house had faced a catastrophe. Taha, Rauf, and Anas had started searching for Faiq once again, and Jamshed feared the consequences of the familial enmity they had tried to stop by arranging this marriage. Burhan and Minal started worrying about what would happen to their daughter now?

And Zara, once again, remained silent. Lately, it seemed like everyone was eager to make decisions for her life; no one bothered to ask her anything. She felt like a puppet, pulled by strings, and she had to do as the person in front of her desired.

Hamshad also began searching for Faiq. He wasn't going to let go of the person who had ruined his sister's life. Along with this, Zara also received a divorce notice from Hamshad's side. At that time, only Burhan and Jamshed were present at home. Zara received the notice from the postman and quietly read it. Burhan approached her upon seeing her expression. What he feared had come true?

"Kya hai?" he asked, taking the notice from her trembling hands. As he read it, darkness engulfed his vision.

(What is it?)

"Papa? Papa?" Zara called out as Burhan collapsed.

•••

Jamshed immediately called Anas and asked him to come home, as they were taking Burhan to the city, and Minal was also with them. Zara was left behind, to once again feel the pity of everyone. Divorced without the marriage and now her father in this condition? Whoever looked at her, they had pity in their eyes, and that's why Zara locked herself in her room.

Amidst the chaos, Minal's trembling fingers dialled Hayder's number, her voice choked with emotion as she relayed the urgent need for a doctor's appointment for Burhan. Hayder's mind raced with a thousand questions, but he pushed them aside, his focus solely on ensuring Burhan received the medical attention he so desperately needed.

As they arrived at the hospital, Hayder told Dawar to take Minal to home, promising that her that he will take care of everything here.

This was the reason why Dawar had called Hanif Mir to inform him that Minal was coming. Hearing about Burhan's condition, it was becoming difficult for Hanif Mirza to stay at home, but Hayder had also advised him against coming to the hospital.

•••

Arzoo and Rabia rushed upstairs to Minal's side, while Kubra and Sarim also arrived. Sarim had initially thought of dropping Kubra and heading to the hospital himself, thinking he might be needed there, but when he found out that there were only Hanif Mirza and Sami at home, he decided to stay back. Leaving women alone was not appropriate.

Resting her head on her father's shoulder, Minal sobbed uncontrollably. "Sirf aur sirf bade bhaiyya ki zidd ki wajah se hua hai yeh sab. Apne aage sunte kaha hain kisi ki, meri beti ki zindagi ka faisla khud se le liya aur aaj unhi ke bete ki wajah se meri beti ko talaq ho gayi aur Burhan iss haal mein han."

(This all happened just because of elder brother's stubbornness. He never listens to anyone, made decisions about my daughter's life on his own, and today because of his son, my daughter is divorced and Burhan is in this state.)

"Minal, hosla rakho, sab theek ho jayega." Hanif Mirza tried to console her, although he himself was shattered by the news. What was Zara's age? How much time had passed since her marriage to now have the stigma of divorce on her?

(Minal, have patience, everything will be fine.)

"Baba, baba, Hayder se bole abhi aye aur mujhe hospital leke jaye, mujhe kyu yaha bheja usne." Minal said, sobbing, to Hanif Mirza.

(Baba, tell Hayder to come and take me to the hospital right now, why did he send me here?)

"Minal, tum waha aur pareshaan ho jaogi. Fikar mat karo sab theek ho jayega. Koi bhi news ayi main tumhe leke chalunga." Hanif Mirza explained to her.

(Minal, you will get more worried there. Don't worry, everything will be fine. If any news comes, I'll take you there.)

"Toh phir Hayder se bole Zara ko le aye ghar se. Meri bachhi waha akeli pata nahi kaisi hogi." At that moment, Burhan's condition was such that Minal had lost consciousness. She had just come here in her home clothes, using her dupatta as a chadar to wrap around her. Now she realized that Zara hadn't been brought along, and leaving her alone in such a condition was not the good thing.

(Then tell Hayder to bring Zara from the house. My child must be alone there, who knows how she is.)

"Baba, Zara ko main aur Sarim lene chale jaye?" Kubra suggested. She knew that Hayder was needed at the hospital. Minal trusted Hayder and Dawar more, so it wouldn't be right to tell Hayder to go away from the hospital.

(Baba, should Sarim and I go to get Zara?)

Hanif Mirza nodded in agreement, knowing why Kubra had suggested it.

With a heavy heart, Kubra asked Sarim to accompany her. On the way, she kept thinking about what to say to Zara. Just a few months ago, she got married, although Azma had insisted on Kubra to go, Kubra hadn't gone, saying she was sick.

They had been childhood friends, estranged for months, and now they were finally meeting again under such circumstances. What would Kubra say to her?

The journey came to an end, and they were at Zara's house. Contrary to Kubra's thoughts, as soon as Zara saw her, she hugged her tightly and burst into tears.

It had been so long since she had been alone. Now that she had someone familiar by her side, Zara couldn't hold back her tears as she hugged Kubra tightly, trying to contain her emotions.

Feeling Zara's desperate grip, Kubra wrapped her arms around her friend, holding her close as tears streamed down both their faces. In that embrace, words were unnecessary; the weight of shared grief and unspoken apologies hung heavy in the air.

Kubra gently pulled away from Zara, looking into her tear-streaked face.

"Bas, Zara, ab aur mat ro. Tumhe himmat se kaam lena hoga," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

(Enough, Zara, don't cry anymore. You need to be strong,)

"Tum apni packing karlo, Sarim aur main tumhe lene aye hain." Sarim didn't come inside with Kubra; he was waiting outside in the car.

(Pack your things, Sarim, and I have come to take you.)

Zara nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before heading to her room. Kubra watched her friend disappear down the hallway, her heart aching for the pain Zara was enduring.

As she turned around, she saw Saira looking at her with sharp eyes.

"Zara ko kaha le ja rahi ho tum?" Saira asked, her tone sharp and filled with suspicion.

(Where are you taking Zara?)

"Phu... Phuppo ne kaha hai ki..." Kubra hesitated, her mind racing for the right words.

(Aunt... Aunt told us to...)

"Tumhe pata haina Zara ka abhi abhi talaq hua hai, aise mein uska bahar jana theek nahi..." Saira trailed off, casting a stern glance her way.

(You know Zara just got divorced, it's not right for her to go out in such a situation...)

Kubra averted her eyes, biting her tongue to keep from replying. It wasn't the right place to argue.

"Kyu? Mere mathe pe talaqshuda likha hai kya jo bahar jana theek nahi aap log ki badnami hogi?" Zara, who had packed her belongings and was now approaching the hallway, snapped back upon hearing Saira's words.

(Why? Is it written on my forehead that I'm divorced that going out would bring shame to you people?)

"Nahi, humara matlab tha ki tumhe toh iddat mein hona chahiye." Maniha tried to explain, her tone attempting to be gentle but laced with condescension.

(No, we meant that you should be in iddat.)

"Jab main kisi ki biwi bani hi nahi toh iddat mein kyu baithu? Kagzi rishta tha toot gaya, humare beech kabhi kuch tha hi nahi toh iddat kis baat ki? Itna toh apko bhi pata hoga, badi ammi, iddat mein aurtein kyu baithti hain. Kya meri situation waisi hai ki iddat baithu?" Zara had been enduring their comments for a while. What would become of her now? She was a discarded bride. And it was partly her fault for not being able to win over her husband in the four months since their nikkah. Zara felt she would explode if she stayed silent any longer.

(When I was never really someone's wife, why should I sit in iddat? It was just a paper relationship that broke. We never had anything between us, so what's the point of iddat? You should know, big aunt, why women sit in iddat. Is my situation such that I should sit in iddat?)

Maniha covered her mouth in shock at Zara's blunt words, while Saira's anger flared, unaccustomed to being spoken to in such a manner. The audacity of Zara's outburst left the older woman seething.

"Maaf karo, bibi, tumhari bhalai ke liye keh rahe the. Jaha jana hai jao humari bala se." Saira retorted coldly before walking away in a huff.

(Forgive me, lady. We were saying it for your own good. Go wherever you want, we don't care.)

"Zara, chalo, late ho gaya waise bhi." Kubra stepped forward, her voice steady and soothing as she took Zara's hand.

(Zara, let's go. It's getting late anyway.)

Zara gave a final glare in the direction of her aunts before turning her back on them.

•••

The hospital's waiting area was quiet except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights. Hayder, exhausted from the long day, had managed to find a moment's respite on a hard, three-seater bench. He sat at one end, leaning his head against the wall, sleep slowly overtaking him. At the other end of the bench, Dawar was also fighting sleep, his eyelids drooping heavily.

Hours passed, and in the middle of the night, Dawar, barely conscious, shifted and lay his head on Hayder's lap, seeking comfort in his sleep. He slept peacefully, his breathing slow and steady.

It wasn't long before Hayder felt something heavy on his lap. His groggy mind took a moment to process the sensation. Still half-asleep, he absentmindedly placed his hand on what he thought was a misplaced pillow. Instead, his fingers brushed against Dawar's hair. Dawar stirred slightly, feeling the unfamiliar touch.

Both men slowly came to their senses, the haze of sleep lifting. Dawar's eyes fluttered open, and he realized his head was resting on Hayder's lap. Simultaneously, Hayder's eyes shot open as the realization hit him.

"Ah, mummy!" Dawar, wide-eyed and shocked, quickly sat up and scooted to the far end of the bench.

"Astagfirullah!" Hayder muttered in disgust, jerking his hand away and sitting up straight.

"What the heck, man?" Dawar said, his voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

Hayder, dusting off his shirt as if Dawar had left dirt on it, muttered, "Bas yahi baki tha, uthte hi Dawar ka chehra dekhu."

(Just what I needed to see Dawar's face as soon as I wake up.)

"Tumhara chehra dekhke main toh bohot khush hoon? Pura din kharab jayega." Dawar shot back angrily while glaring at Hayder, his cheeks tinged with red.

(As if I am very happy to see your face? My whole day is ruined.)

They both sat there in silence for a moment, the initial shock wearing off. The ridiculousness of the situation started to sink in.

"Tum dusre bench pe so jate." Hayder said, his tone still hard.

(You should have slept on the other bench.)

"Haan toh tum bhi apna hath apne tak rakhte na. Mana mere aur Hyra ke baal same shade hain par main Hyra toh nahi." Dawar retorted.

(Yeah, and you should have kept your hand to yourself. Sure, my hair is the same shade as Hyra's, but I'm not Hyra.)

"Toh kya tum mujhe bhabhi samajh ke aye the."

(So, did you think I was Laraib?)

"Tauba, Laraib ke aise dhadi monch hoti toh...."

(Heavens! If Laraib had a beard and moustache like yours...)

"Chup ho jao ek lafz nahi," Hayder sternly told Dawar, glaring at him.

(Shut up, not another word.)

A few seconds of silence passed. Then they looked at each other and, unable to hold it in any longer, burst into laughter. The situation was absurd, but now they found it amusing.

"Dubara mat karna yeh." Hayder, shaking his head, said.

(Don't do that again.)

"No promises," Dawar, still chuckling, replied.

They both laughed again, the tension easing as they settled back into their seats.

As their laughter subsided, Dawar, still grinning, made a move as if to lay his head back on Hayder's lap. "Waise, Hayder, tum comfortable toh ho," he joked.

(By the way, Hayder, you're quite comfortable,)

Hayder's eyes widened in horror. "Astagfirullah, Dawar! Durr raho! Neend sar pe charh gayi hai kya?" He exclaimed, pushing Dawar away with a hard shove.

(God forbid, Dawar! Stay away! Are you out of your mind?)

Dawar chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "Theek hai theek hai, tumhare jaise hitler ke sath sukoon ki neend naseeb nahi."

(Alright, alright, no peaceful sleep with a Hitler like you.)

Hayder shook his head. "Hum hospital mein hain, sleepover nahi chal raha."

(We're in a hospital, not having a sleepover.)

"Can't blame a guy for trying," Dawar replied, settling back into his spot at the other end of the bench.

They sat in silence for a moment, the absurdity of their earlier situation easing the tension. For a brief moment, amidst the stress and worry, they found a bit of peace and normalcy.

Settling back down on the bench, Hayder and Dawar found themselves wide awake. Dawar stretched, yawning. "Ab toh neend aney se rahi. Main ja raha hoon chai lene, tumhare chahiye?"

(Now there's no chance of sleeping. I'm going to get some tea, do you want some?)

Hayder nodded, rubbing his eyes.

Just as Dawar was about to stand up, the doctor approached them. "Mr. Burhan ki health ab stable hai," he informed them with a reassuring smile.

(Mr. Burhan's health is stable now.)

"Kya hum mil sakte hain?" Hayder asked.

(Can we see him?)

"Yeah, sure. Lekin unhe disturb mat kariyega."

(Yes, but please don't disturb him.)

"Tum mil aao, main tab tak ghar pe sabko bata doon." Dawar glanced at Hayder.

(You go see him, I'll inform everyone at home.)

Hayder nodded and walked toward the ICU. Dawar pulled out his phone and dialled home.

•••

Burhan was shift to a private room by morning, his condition stable but still unconscious. Hayder and Dawar, bleary-eyed and fatigued, sat just outside the room, talking in hushed voices.

After a while, Minal, Zara, and Asim arrived at the hospital. Their faces were etched with concern, but they were relieved to see Burhan in a stable condition. They took turns visiting him, each offering silent prayers.

Minal was the last to step out of Burhan’s room. She found Hayder and Dawar still there, looking exhausted. She approached.

“Hayder, Dawar, tum dono ab ghar jao. Raat bhar yahi the, thakk gaye hoge,” she said.

(Hayder, Dawar, both of you go home now. You've been here all night, you must be tired.)

“Phuppo, hum theek hain. Phuppa ko hosh aney tak main yahi hoon, koi emergency asakti hai,” Hayder replied, his voice tinged with stubbornness.

(We are fine. I'll stay here until Dad regains consciousness. There could be an emergency.)

"Asim bhai haina, fir abhi Anas bhi ajayega. Tum dono ghar jao, aram karo warna tumhari tabiyat kharab ho jayegi."

(Asim bhai is here, and Anas will come soon too. Both of you go home, rest. Otherwise, your health will deteriorate.)

“Aap khamakha pareshaan ho rahi hain, phuppo. Hum theek hain," Dawar added.

(Phuppo, you're worrying unnecessarily. We are fine.)

Minal’s eyes softened with understanding; they were doing more than a son could, but she maintained her stern expression. “Mujhe dikh nahi raha hai tum dono kitne theek ho? Puri raat jaag ke guzari hai dono ne. Sharafat se ghar jao issey pehle main tum dono ke kaan kheenchu."

(Can't I see how exhausted you both are? You've spent the whole night awake. Go home, or I'll pull your ears.)

"Janti hoon tum dono ko fikar hai, lekin aise apni tabiyat toh na kharab karo. Ghar jao, thora aram karo phir ajana." She continued.

(I know you're worried, but don't compromise your health like this. Go home, rest for a while, then come back.)

When Hayder and Dawar didn’t respond, Minal raised her voice slightly, “Ja rahe ho ghar ya nahi?"

(Are you going home or not?)

Reluctantly, Hayder and Dawar exchanged glances, realizing she wouldn't accept any excuses. Dawar mumbles, “ja rahe hain, datiye toh mat."

(We are going, don't scold us.)

Hayder nodded in agreement, though he still felt uneasy leaving the hospital. “Mujhe call kariyega agar koi bhi emergency hui." He said, looking at Minal.

(But if there's any emergency, call me.)

“Hum sab hain yaha.” Asim assured them.

(We all are here.)

With heavy hearts and tired steps, Hayder and Dawar finally agreed to head home.

•••

Hayder walked into the living room and saw Hyra sitting on the sofa, her hands resting on her rounded belly. She looked up to the sound.

"Aap agaye," she exclaimed softly, starting to get up as quickly as her pregnant state would allow. But before she could stand, Hayder quickly moved to her side and gently guided her back down.

(You are back.)

"Baithi raho," he said softly, sitting beside her. "Kitni baar kaha hai aram se baithi raha karo, main ajaunga tumhare pass."

(Sit down. How many times have I told you to sit and rest? I'll come to you.)

"Woh main... Phuppa kaise hain ab?" She asked.

(I just... How is Phuppa now?)

Hayder placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then began gently playing with her hair, his touch soothing. "Alhamdulillah ab bilkul theek hain. Behosh hain, par khatre ki koi baat nahi."

(Alhamdulillah, he is completely fine now. He's unconscious, but there's no danger.)

Hyra let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging as the tension left her body.

"Shukar hai," She murmured, leaning her head on Hayder's shoulder.

(Thank God.)

"Baba kaha hain?" Wrapping his arms around Hyra, Hayder asked. His shoulder relaxed with her presence beside him.

(Where is Baba?)

"Park gaye hain. Maine kaha aaj na jaye but keh rahe the mind fresh hota hai unka."

(He went to the park. I told him not to go today, but he said it refreshes his mind.)

"Achha hai, phone se toh behtar hi hai yeh." Hyra nods in response.

(That's good. It's better than being on the phone.)

"Tum yeh batao tumhari tabiyat theek nahi kya?" Hayder who had noticed the dark circles under her eyes and her pale complexion, asked.

(You tell me, are you not feeling well?)

"Theek toh hai," Hyra raised her head and looked at him.

(I'm fine.)

"Toh fir tumhara chehra itna utra hua kyu hai? Neend nahi puri hui?" Hayder cupped her cheeks and asked.

(Then why does your face look so pale? Didn't you sleep well?)

"Nahi toh, main toh theek hoon." Hyra forced a smile and replied.

(No, I'm fine.)

Hayder narrows his eyes, making Hyra look away.

"Tumhe pata hai mujhe jhoot nahi pasand."

(You know I don't like lies.)

"Kisi ko pasand nahi hota waise."

(Nobody likes lies anyway.)

"Toh phir bolti kyu ho?"

(Then why do you lie?)

"Achha na," Hyra, weary of his overbearing nature, whined. "Aap jante hain mujhe apke begair neend nahi ati."

(Fine, you know I can't sleep without you.)

Hayder's eyes widened slightly at Hyra's unexpected confession, but a soft smile soon spread across his face. He ran his hand gently through her hair.

"Main shower le loon, phir thori derr tum bhi aram kar lena." He said, his voice tender and filled with affection.

(I'll take a shower, then you rest for a while too.)

"Apke liye nashta banwa doon?" She asked with concern. He had been at the hospital since yesterday, and she wasn't sure if he had eaten properly.

(Should I get breakfast made for you?)

"Tumne kiya nashta?" Hayder asked her before answering. He didn't want her to wait for him to eat.

(Did you have breakfast?)

"Ji, aur maine dawai bhi le li hai."

(Yes, and I also took my medicine.)

"Dawar aur maine bhi canteen mein nashta kar liya tha. Ab bas thora aram karunga, fir hospital jana hai."

(Dawar and I had breakfast in the canteen. Now I'll just rest a bit, then go back to the hospital.)

"Main bhi chalungi hospital." Hyra said softly.

(I'll come to the hospital too.)

"Hmm, waise bhi tumhara appointment bhi toh hai. Aise tumhara check up bhi karwa lenge." Hayder planned out loud, causing Hyra to frown.

(Hmm, you have an appointment anyway. This way, we'll get your check-up done too.)

"Check up karwana zaroori hai kya?" she asked, sounding weary.

(Is it necessary to get a check-up?)

"Bilkul nahi," Hayder replied.

(Absolutely not.)

"Toh phir nahi karwate." Hyra said happily, not catching his sarcasm.

(Then let's not get it done.)

She had spoken her mind about skipping the check-up, but when she saw the stern look in Hayder's dark eyes, she realized he was being sarcastic.

"Nahi, karwa lete hain, zaroori hai." she quickly amended and turned to look away.

(No, let's get it done. It's necessary.)

"Main fresh hoke ata hoon." Hayder said, placing a loving hand on her head before heading to their room.

(I'll freshen up and come back.)

Hyra remained seated on the sofa, dreading the upcoming check-up. The thought made her blood run cold. She was exhausted from these constant check-ups, after which the doctors would always advise her to be careful and prescribe more medication. This, in turn, made Hayder even more protective of her. And the taste of the medicine was always so terrible.

Hyra's health had been deteriorating with each passing day. It seemed that her constant overthinking had now manifested as a physical sickness. She often felt weak, her energy sapped by the endless loop of worries that plagued her mind.

Thankfully, Arzoo and Rabia lived downstairs and were always available to help Hyra. And for Hayder, Hyra had become even more special and important during these days. He noticed every nuance of her condition, every fleeting smile or furrowed brow. If it were up to him, he would have placed the entire world at her feet.

•••

Burhan's health was stable. He was still quite weak, though. But seeing his daughter's face now filled him with guilt. In his love for his brother, he had neglected to consider his daughter's well-being, and now Zara was paying the price for his poor decisions. Despite being innocent, she had to endure the harsh words of others.

Burhan wanted to apologize to Zara, the remorse evident in his eyes. His lips parted to speak, but Zara, sensing his intention, gently squeezed his hand and spoke first.

"Papa, main janti hoon aap mere liye kabhi koi galat faisla nahi lenge. Yeh sab jo hua, shayad aise hi likha tha. Aap meri fikar na karein, bas jaldi se theek ho jaiye, aap jante hain main apke begair nahi reh sakti." Zara said, her voice trembling yet steady with conviction.

(Papa, I know you would never make a wrong decision for me. All that happened, maybe it was meant to be this way. Don't worry about me, just get well soon. You know I can't live without you.)

Tears glistened in Burhan's eyes as he looked at his daughter. Her strength and understanding in such a difficult time humbled him.

Time gradually passed. Burhan was due to be discharged in a few days, and this was the cause of a heated discussion between him and Minal. Burhan wanted to go his home after his discharge, but Minal insisted they stay at Mirza house for a few days in case any complications arose.

Burhan didn't like staying at his in-laws' house. Even for weddings, he would only arrive a day before the event and leave soon after. His principle remained the same even now. Minal, who had always respected his principles without complaint, was now refusing to budge when it came to his health.

"Minal, baat samjho, waise bhi koi complication nahi doctor ne khud kaha hai. Apne ghar chalte hain, main yaha waise bhi comfortable nahi rahunga tum janti ho." Burhan gently tried to persuade his wife.

(Minal, try to understand me. The doctor said there were no complications. Let's go to our home, you know I won't be comfortable here.)

"Aap toh meri kabhi koi baat mante hi nahi." Minal said with frustration, realizing she couldn't argue further. She began cutting an apple for him. Zara sat silently on the sofa, watching her parents. She wisely chose to remain quiet.

(You never listen to me.)

Minal wasn't wrong; staying nearby was the sensible choice for now. However, Zara also didn't want to stay here. Shahzaib wasn't around, but every corner of Mirza house reminded her of him. At least if she was at her home, she wouldn't be constantly reminded of Shahzaib.

Before the conversation could continue, the room door opened, and Hayder and Hanif Mirza entered.

"Assalam-Alaikum, ab kaisi tabiyat hai apki?" Hayder greeted and inquired as he stepped forward.

(Assalam-Alaikum, how are you feeling now?)

Minal stood up from her chair to let Hanif Mirza sit, and she moved to sit beside Zara.

"Kafi behtar hai. Baba, aap kyu pareshaan hote hain, main discharge hone ke baad apse milne ajata," Burhan replied with a smile and then turned to Hanif Mirza. Hanif Mirza visited him at the hospital every day, and Burhan didn't like that he was tiring himself out at this age.

(Much better. Baba, why do you worry? I would have come to see you after being discharged.)

"Pareshaani kaisi, bas ab tum theek ho jao," Hanif Mirza said.

(No worries, just get well soon.)

"Ab toh pehle se kafi theek hoon, doctor bhi keh rahe the." Burhan added, looking at Hayder for confirmation.

(I am much better now, even the doctor said so.)

Hayder nodded. "Ji, kal toh apko discharge bhi kar denge." He had spoken to the doctor before coming in.

(Yes, they will discharge you tomorrow.)

"Lekin discharge ke baad tum apni tabiyat ka khas khayal rakhna, Burhan. Kisi kism ka stress na lena, sehat ka sabse bada dushman stress hi hai. Apne dimagh ko shant rakhoge toh sehat bhi theek rahegi," Hanif Mirza advised. He knew Burhan had taken the sorrow of his daughter deeply to heart.

(But after discharge, take special care of your health, Burhan. Don't take any stress. Stress is the biggest enemy of health. If you keep your mind calm, your health will be fine.)

Burhan sighed deeply and looked at Hanif Mirza. "Baba, main khayal rakhunga. Bas Zara ko dekhta hoon toh apni na insafi ka ehsas hota hai. Shayad mujhe uske barey mein koi bhi faisla lene se pehle theek se sochna chahiye tha. Maine jaldbazi mein apni beti ke sath bohot galat kar diya." Burhan's eyes were filled with regret as he looked at his daughter.

(Baba, I'll take care of myself. But when I see Zara, I feel my injustice. Maybe I should have thought properly before making any decision about her. In my haste, I did very wrong by my daughter.)

Hanif Mirza placed a reassuring hand on Burhan's shoulder. "Maa baap kabhi bachho ka galat nahi chahte, tumhara faisla jaldi ka hoga lekin usme bhi tum hamesha Zara ki khushi hi chahte the. Ab jo bhi hua woh naseeb. Yeh sab Allah ki taraf se azmaish hoti hain bas."

(Parents never want anything bad for their children. Your decision may have been hasty, but you always wanted Zara's happiness. Whatever happened was destiny. These are all tests from Allah.)

Hayder listened quietly to the conversation between Burhan and Hanif Mirza when his gaze fell on Zara, who was sitting with her head bowed, silently listening to them. Zara had become so withdrawn; despite being at home for so many days, her presence was hardly felt. In the past, whenever she visited, her lively presence would brighten up the house, but now it seemed as if she had faded into the background. Circumstances can indeed change a person. Suddenly, Hayder's heart made a decision.

"Phuppa, agar apko bura na lage toh main kuch kehna chahta hoon." Hayder spoke up in his deep and calm voice. Everyone turned to look at Hayder, but he was looking directly at Burhan.

(Phuppa, if you don't mind, I want to say something.)

"Agar apko munasib lage, toh main Zara ka rishta Shahzaib ke liye mangna chahta hoon." Hayder said decisively.

(If you find it appropriate, I want to ask for Zara's hand for Shahzaib.)

The room fell into a stunned silence, and Zara stared at Hayder in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

Hayder took a breath and continued, "Zara humare liye Kubra ki tarah hi hai, hum uska bohot khayal rakhenge. Aur Shahzaib ko bhi toh aap jante hain, yeh sab jo hua ussey usko ya hum mein se kisiko koi farq nahi parhta."

(Zara is like Kubra to us. We will take great care of her. And you know Shahzaib too, none of this makes any difference to him or to any of us.)

After completing his words, Hayder looked at Hanif Mirza, seeking approval. Hanif Mirza's face broke into a warm smile, a look of contentment in his eyes. "Hayder sahi keh raha hai, aur yeh toh meri bhi khwahish thi."

(Hayder is right, and this was my wish too.)

Burhan looked confused and turned to Minal, who nodded her head in agreement. Seeing the assurance in her eyes, Burhan finally said, "Shahzaib humari Zara k naseeb bane, issey badi humare liye kya baat hogi."

(What greater happiness could there be for us than Shahzaib being destined for our Zara.)

The words felt heavy in the air, and Zara's heart stopped. The environment around her felt suffocating, and she could barely breathe. Without another word, she rushed out of the ward, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

Everyone knew why Zara left the ward like that. Hayder excused himself and followed Zara to talk to her. After they left, Hanif Mirza turned back to Burhan and Minal.

"Iss baar koi bhi faisla lene se pehle Zara se uski marzi jaan lena. Betiyo se razamandi lena toh sunnat hai." Hanif Mirza wisely told them.

(This time, before making any decision, make sure to know Zara's consent. Seeking a daughter's approval is a Sunnah.)

Burhan nodded. "Iss baar pehle wali galti nahi karunga," He said softly.

(I won't repeat the same mistake this time.)

•••

Zara was sitting in the hospital lobby, lost in her thoughts, when Hayder quietly took a seat beside her.

"Zara," Hayder called her name softly. Zara looked startled, perhaps not realizing he had come and sat down beside her.

"Bhai,..." Zara began, unsure of what to say. After all, she and Hayder didn't have the kind of friendship where she felt completely at ease. Like everyone else, she had always felt a bit intimidated by Hayder since childhood.

"Andar jo baat hui ussey pareshaan ho, janta hoon," Hayder gently said what was on her mind.

(I know you're worried about what happened inside.)

Zara looked down and nervously fiddled with her hands. "Bhai, main... main bas itna janti hoon main kisi ki zindagi mein humdardi ka sabab banke nahi jana chahti," Zara gathered her courage and managed to say.

(Bhai, I... I just know that I don't want to enter anyone's life as a cause of pity.)

"Tum changes se darr rahi ho, lekin iss darr ko khudpe hawi na karo," Hayder didn't mind her words. He understood that such thoughts were normal given the phase she was going through.

(You're afraid of changes, but don't let that fear overpower you.)

"Darr sirf andhere ya akelepan ka nahi hota, darr haar ka bhi hota hai, aur iss haar ke darr se tum zindagi jeena toh nahi chorh sakti. Tumhare agey abhi bohot lambi zindagi hai, Zara, tumhe abhi bohot si manzile tay karni hain," Hayder explained patiently. At this moment, he wasn't just Shahzaib's brother; he genuinely cared about Zara's happiness.

(Fear isn't just of darkness or loneliness. It's also of failure, and you can't stop living life because of that fear. You have a long life ahead, Zara, and many destinations to reach.)

"Pata hai, Zara, Kuch logo ko khushiyan yun hi mil jati hai, begair kisi koshish ke. Aur kuch ko bohot koshish karni parhti hai. Kabhi kabhi zindagi hume aise morh aur uljhano se guzar ke manzil pe le jati hai ki hume yakeen nahi hota humari asal manzil yeh thi. Tum bas yeh socho ab tak jo hua woh sab bas tumhare safar ki mushkile thi, shayad yeh sab aise iss liye likha tha ki tumhe inse bohot kuch seekhna tha," Hayder continued, his words filled with empathy.

(You know, Zara, some people get happiness easily, without any effort. And some have to try very hard. Sometimes life takes us through twists and turns to a destination that we can't believe was our true destination. Just think that everything that has happened so far was just the difficulties of your journey. Maybe all this was meant to teach you a lot.)

"Ab jab khushiyan tumhare darwaze pe hain toh tum unse munh na morho," He advised gently and placed a comforting hand on her head before leaving her alone for a while. It would be good for her to have some time to herself to reflect on everything that had been happening.

(Now that happiness is at your door, don't turn away from it.)

•••

Dawar was staying with Burhan tonight, so Hayder, Minal, and Zara returned home. Upon arriving, Hayder found out that Hyra wasn't feeling well. She had only eaten breakfast with Hayder that morning and hadn't had anything since.

"Tum har baar mujhe sakhti karne pe majboor karti ho," Hayder said as they both sat in their room. He was trying to feed her soup, which made Hyra feel nauseous just by its smell.

(You always force me to be strict with you.)

"Mujhse ab nahi piya jayega," Hyra said, looking like she was about to cry.

(I can't drink this anymore,)

"Tumhe kuch aur khana hai tog batao, abhi banwa dete hain," Hayder said, placing the bowl of soup on the side table and gently pulling Hyra into his arms. He always gave in when she cried.

(If you want to eat something else, tell me, I'll have it made right away.)

"Mujhe kuch nahi khana. Mujhe bohot uljhan ho rahi hai," Hyra said stubbornly. She often felt exhausted now. Swollen feet made it difficult for her to walk, and even a few steps left her breathless. The doctor had prescribed bed rest due to her condition, and staying in the room all day made her irritable. Hayder was there to cater to her every whim, but it was still challenging.

(I don't want to eat anything. I'm feeling very uneasy.)

"Aisa nahi chalega, Hyra, kuch toh khana parhega tumhe," Hayder said gently, running his fingers through her hair. He could only guess the discomfort she was experiencing, which made him love her even more fiercely.

(This won't do, Hyra, you have to eat something.)

"Piya toh,"

(I drank some.)

"Itne se kuch nahi hota, ya phir pura bowl piyo, warna main tumhare liye kuch aur mangwata hoon." Hayder said, continuing to stroke her hair lovingly.

(A little won't do. Either drink the whole bowl, or I'll get something else for you.)

Hyra shook her head, genuinely not feeling like eating anything.

"Hyra..." Before Hayder could say anything more, there was a knock on the door. He got up to open it and found Minal standing there.

"Ab kaisi tabiyat hai tumhari?" She asked as she entered, carrying a tray.

(How are you feeling now?)

"Kaha theek hui, soup bhi thora hi piya isne." Hayder informed Minal, pointing to the bowl where Hyra had only taken two or three sips at his insistence.

(She hasn't gotten better. She only drank a little of the soup.)

"Iss haal mein yahi hota, kuch bhi khane peene ka dil nahi chahta. Lekin ab tumhe aur ehtiyat karna hoga, Hyra." Minal said, sitting beside Hyra and speaking gently. Hyra was about to enter her eighth month of pregnancy.

(In this condition, this is normal; you don't feel like eating or drinking anything. But now you have to be more careful, Hyra.)

Minal placed the tray in front of Hyra, which had fruit and a cup of tea.

"Yeh chai piyo, humare yaha aurto ko iss time yeh chai dete hain. Issey thora aram milega." Minal said, handing the cup to Hyra.

(Drink this tea. At our place, we give this tea to women during this time. It will give you some relief.)

"Hayder, tum thora garam pani le aao kisi bartan mein." Minal instructed Hayder.

(Hayder, bring some warm water in a container.)

Hayder didn't understand why Minal needed the water, but he nodded and went to fetch it.

A few moments later, when Hayder returned with a container of warm water, Minal added a bit of salt to it and asked Hyra to soak her feet in it. "Kitni sari mushkile inn chote mote nusko se theek ho jaye, lekin aaj kal toh koi yeh try hi nahi karna chahta bas doctor ki dawai se fouran theek hona chahte hain,"

(So many issues can be solved with these small home remedies, but nowadays, no one wants to try them. They just want immediate relief from the doctor's medicine.)

Hayder had placed the bowl near the bed, but Hyra struggled to adjust her position. Hayder quickly moved to her side to help. Gently, he helped her to move, then lifted her feet, guiding them into the warm, salted water. Hyra's cheeks flushed with his action. She didn't like Hayder touching her feet in front of Minal. But both Minal and Hayder seemed unfazed.

"Issey tumhe aur aram milega," Minal said with a smile.

(This will give you more relief.)

Before Hyra could respond, Zara appeared at the door, her voice soft and hesitant. "Mummy, choti mummy ka phone aya hai."

(Mom, choti mummy called.)

Minal's face hardened as she nodded and turned to Hyra, managing a gentle smile. "Jab thora aram mile toh fruits kha lena. Aur yeh soup ab rehne hi dena thanda ho gaya hoga. Main tumhare liye yakhni pulao banati hoon."

(When you feel a bit better, eat the fruits. And leave this soup now. It must have gone cold. I'll make you some chicken broth rice.)

As Minal left the room, Hyra's embarrassment turned into irritation. She turned to Hayder, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Kya zaroorat thi phuppo ke samne yeh sab karne ki?"

(What was the need to do all this in front of phuppo?)

Hayder looked taken aback. "Kya?" Hayder was still sitting on the floor in front of her.

(What?)

"Bohot buri baat hai, Hayder, phuppo kya sochengi?" As Hyra started to feel a bit more normal, she shifted into a mood to argue, her tone now more assertive.

(It's very bad, Hayder, what will phuppo think?)

Hayder chuckled softly, knowing her fiery spirit was back. Hyra's feisty demeanour was reserved solely for Hayder.

"Main tumhari help kar raha tha, koi romance thori kar raha tha jo tum itni embarrasse ho rahi ho. Aur kar bhi raha hota romance toh phuppo ko kya hi sochna tha, biwi ho tum meri, main..."

(I was helping you, not romancing you that you're feeling so embarrassed. And even if I was romancing, what would phuppo think? You're my wife, I...)

"Hayder," Hyra immediately cut Hayder off, not letting him finish his sentence. "Koi zaroorat nahi thi apki help ki, main khudse kar leti."

(There was no need for your help, I could have done it myself.)

"Woh toh dikh raha tha mujhe. Aur tum khudse kar bhi leti toh bhi main hi tumhara yeh sab kaam karunga. Mujhe tumpe zara yakeen nahi ki theek se koi kaam karogi." Hayder told her seriously.

(That I could see. And even if you could do it yourself, I would still do all this for you. I don't trust you to do anything properly.)

Hyra opened her mouth to say something, but when no words formed, she pursed her lips and crossed her arms. Hayder often helped her like this in front of Arzoo and Rabia, too, but Hyra didn't feel as embarrassed in front of them as she did today in front of Minal.

"Achha yeh batao tumhe ab theek lag raha hai?" Softly, he asked, holding her hand.

(Okay, tell me, are you feeling better now?)

Hyra sighed, her irritation dissipating a bit. "Thora thora."

(A little bit.)

Happy with her response, Hayder stood up and walked to the washroom to wash his hands. He returned moments later and settled beside Hyra on the bed, picking up the plate of fruits. "Thora thora theek lag raha hai, kuch kha lo pura theek lagega."

(If you feel a bit better, eat some more, and you'll feel completely better."

Seeing the fruits, Hyra's face fell; she genuinely didn't feel like eating anything. However, without listening to her, Hayder started feeding her apple.

"Tumhare liye aaj main gulab jamun laya tha, agar yeh sab nahi khaogi toh woh bhi nahi milega," Hayder warned her. Even in this condition, Gulab Jamun never made her nauseous.

(I brought gulab jamun for you today. If you don't eat this, you won't get that either)

Predictably, Hyra's face brightened at the mention of her favourite dessert. "Apne mujhe pehle kyu nahi bataya?"

(Why didn't you tell me earlier?)

"Taki tum khana na khati aur sirf gulab jamun khake rehti?"

(So that you would just eat gulab jamun?)

"Toh kya hua? Gulab jamun toh waise bhi healthy hota hai" Hyra shrugged her shoulders.

(So what? Gulab jamun is healthy anyway).

"Kis... kitab mein?" Hayder was genuinely surprised at her claim. She might lack wisdom, but not so much as to consider Gulab Jamun healthy.

(In... which book?)

"Haan toh woh khoye se banta hai, aur khoya doodh se, hua na healthy." Hyra said it as if she had just shared the wisest thought in the world, but Hayder was left stunned by her logic.

(Yes, it's made from khoya, and khoya is made from milk, so it's healthy.)

"Phir toh maida aur shakkar bhi bohot healthy hote honge." Hayder asked. Hyra had finished her fruits, so Hayder picked up the bowl from the side table that he had brought with the soup but hadn’t revealed yet to keep Hyra from eating only that.

(Then flour and sugar must be very healthy too.)

Hyra was about to respond to Hayder's comment, but before she could, he fed her a spoonful of gulab jamun. She quietly savoured its sweetness.

After a satisfying gulp, she looked at Hayder with irritation and raised her hand. "Yeh toh doctor bhi kehte hain ki sehet ke liye sabse best medicine khushi hai, jis cheez se apko khushi mile woh healthy hua na." Hyra defended her words confidently. It was a lesson she had learned from Uswa: stand by your words once you've said them.

(Even doctors say that happiness is the best medicine for health, so whatever makes you happy is healthy.)

Hayder couldn't help but burst into laughter at Hyra's innocent yet endearing logic. The room filled with his hearty laugh, making Hyra's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink.

"Iska matlab mere liye tum healthy ho." Hayder managed between chuckles, "kyuki mujhse sabse zyada khushi tumhare sath se milti hai."

(That means you're healthy for me)

(Because I get the most happiness from being with you.)

Hyra's eyes widened in surprise at his sudden declaration. She quickly averted her gaze.

"Phir tum mujhe kyu kehti ho sabke samne tumse durr rahu?" Hayder asked, his tone turning serious but his eyes twinkling with mischief.

(Then why do you tell me to stay away from you in front of everyone?)

Hyra bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. "Woh... woh alag baat hai," she stammered, her voice becoming defensive.

(That... that is a different matter,)

"Kaise alag baat hai?" Hayder teased, leaning in closer.

(How is it different?)

Hyra's heart raced at his proximity. She looked up, meeting his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking away again. "Main koi khane ki cheez thori hoon."

(I'm not something edible.)

Hayder chuckled deeply at Hyra's words, his laughter resonating through the room. "Achha, mujhe toh lagti ho," he said, his voice low and playful.

(Well, you seem like it to me,"

Hyra's face turned an even deeper shade of pink, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, and her embarrassment quickly turned into playful annoyance. Grabbing a pillow from beside her, she hit Hayder with it, whining, "Kitni buri baat hai. Main apko kitna decent samajhti thi, aap pe aisi baatein suit nahi karti."

(That's so bad. I thought you were so decent; these things don't suit you.)

Hayder laughed, effortlessly catching the pillow in mid-air. "Maine konsi indecent baat kari? Aisi baatein toh banda biwi se hi karta hai," he said, still chuckling as he put the pillow aside.

(What indecent thing did I say? These things are only said to one's wife.)

Hyra crossed her arms, pouting slightly.

"Achha, sorry, mood off na karo," Hayder gently touched Hyra's cheek and told her.

(Alright, sorry, don't be upset,"

"Tumhe pata hai aaj hospital mein kya hua?" Hayder decided to change the topic. If he continued teasing Hyra, she might start crying.

(Do you know what happened at the hospital today?)

Hyra's curiosity was piqued. She tilted her head slightly, her annoyance already beginning to melt away. "Kya hua?"

(What happened?)

Hayder smiled, pleased to see her interest. "Maine phuppa se Zara ka proposal manga hai Shahzaib ke liye."

(I asked Uncle for Zara's proposal for Shahzaib.)

Hyra's eyes widened with interest. "Sach mein? Wow, unhone haan kar diya?"

(Really? Wow, did they say yes?)

Hayder smiled, glad to see Hyra's mood improve. "Fouran toh nahi, unhe sochne ke liye time toh chahiye itna sab jo hua hai uski wajah se. But I'm sure woh reject nahi karenge. Shahzaib se bhi iss barey mein baat karni hai abhi."

(Not immediately. They need time to think because of everything that happened. But I'm sure they won't reject it. I still need to talk to Shahzaib about it.)

Hyra nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. "Kitna achha hoga Zara api shadi karke yaha ajayengi. Mujhe toh woh bohot achhi lagti hain, phir Shahzaib bhai bhi toh wapas ajayenge na. Kitna sahi rahega, pehle ki tarah sab ho jayega."

(It would be so nice if Zara moved here after marriage. I really like her, and then Shahzaib will be back too. It will be great, just like before)

Hayder smiled at her enthusiasm. Tabu was right—no other girl could have adapted to this household and its members the way Hyra had. She wasn't just a good wife; but also a wonderful daughter-in-law and sister-in-law. She considered the sorrows of the family her own and shared in their joys. Every time Hayder looked at Hyra, he realized why a good wife is said to bring peace.

Hayder leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Baki planning tum rishta pakka hone ke baad kar lena. Ab thora aram karlo."

(Do the rest of the planning once the proposal is finalized. Now take some rest.)

Hyra nodded. Now, she truly began to feel tired, having soaked her feet for quite a while. Before she could take her feet out of the water, Hayder was once again on the floor to help her. Gently, he lifted her feet out of the water and carefully dried them with a towel.

He helped her settle back comfortably on the bed and sat beside her, making sure she was warm and at ease. As Hyra closed her eyes, she felt the comforting presence of Hayder beside her.

When Hyra fell asleep, Hayder gently moved his arm from under her and placed a pillow beside her. He decided it was the right moment to talk to Shahzaib. Before hearing anything from Zara, it was better to know Shahzaib's response first. Leaving the room quietly so as not to disturb Hyra, Hayder made his way to his study and initiated a video call to Shahzaib.

Shahzaib answered after a few rings, his face appearing on the screen with concern about why Hayder was suddenly calling him.

"Assalam-Alaikum, Bhai. Sab khairiyat toh hai?" Shahzaib asked, his voice tinged with worry.

(Assalam-Alaikum, bhai. Is everything okay?)

"Walaikum-Salam," Hayder replied, leaning back in his chair. "Haan, tum fikar mat karo sab theek hai, bas mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni thi."

(Yes, don’t worry, everything is fine. I just needed to talk to you about something important.)

Shahzaib's expression turned serious as he waited for Hayder to continue.

"Ji, bhai, kahiye."

(Yes, bhai, go ahead.)

"Shadi ke barey mein kya khayal hai tumhara?" Hayder started the conversation, which left Shahzaib confused.

(What are your thoughts about marriage?)

"Kiski shadi?" Shahzaib, who was anxiously awaiting some bad news, became confused at the mention of marriage.

(Whose marriage?)

"Meri shadi." Shahzaib's stupid question understandably angered Hayder.

(My marriage.)

Shahzaib was taken aback by the blunt answer. "Bhai? Aap Hyra ke hote hue dusri shadi ke barey mein kaise soch sakte hain? Jabki woh iss condition mein hai, aap..." Shahzaib immediately defended Hyra, citing her condition and advocating for her.

(Bhai? How can you think about a second marriage with Hyra being in this condition? You...)

"Main tumhari shadi ki baat kar raha hoon." Hayder's sharp tone silenced Shahzaib. "Tumhari shadi ka toh Hyra ke iss condition se koi lena dena nahi."

(I’m talking about your marriage.)

(Your marriage has nothing to do with Hyra’s condition.)

Shahzaib was stunned. His marriage? He had long pushed the thought of marriage out of his heart and mind, unable to imagine loving anyone else after losing his first love. It would be unfair to his future spouse if her husband was entangled in another person's love.

"Bhai, main... main..." Shahzaib struggled to find words in the sudden turn of conversation. Hayder was aware of the situation, yet he was bringing up such a topic.

(Bhai, I... I...)

Hayder's expression softened slightly. Then he proceeded to tell Shahzaib everything from the beginning, explaining why he had made this decision.

After listening to everything, Shahzaib couldn't say anything for quite some time. He had no idea about Zara's divorce; all he knew was that something had happened at home, which had led to Burhan's cardiac attack. Now, knowing the whole truth, he was stunned.

"Bhai, kya main thora time le sakta hoon yeh sab sochne ke liye?" Shahzaib asked in a low voice.

(Brother, can I take some time to think about all this?)

Hayder nodded. If Shahzaib were here, he would have embraced his little brother tightly. Hayder knew Shahzaib's struggle at this moment.

"Shahzaib, mujhe yakeen hai tum sahi faisla loge, bas pichli kisi bhi baat ko dil mein rakhke faisla na lena."

(Shahzaib, I trust you’ll make the right decision. Just don’t let past events influence your decision.)

•••