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Dil ke haathon duniya mein kahin guzara na raha,

Na hum kisi ke rahe, na woh humara raha!!

Eira sat on the praying mat, hands raised and eyes filled with unshed tears.

Mustafa sat on his praying mat, looking besides him where eira would be seated and pray for them both.

They both looked at their sides thinking of the days they prayed together and would talk till sunrise.

A tear escape from eira's right eyes, where on the other side a tear fell from mustafa's left eye.

How crucial time  was for them. But taking a deep breath they both stood from their respective mats and went to their beds.

Eira picked her for the first time in one and half months, she unlocked her phone and open the texts she got from her other cousins.

They thought that I took my phone

She read every text and but didn't replied to a single one.

She open her social media and scroll for half and hour than got bored so open her gallery and went through her old picture with rehan, abbu and ammi.

Most of the pics had ifrah and Imran as she would sneakly click those all and would tease them. She smiled at her thoughts.

After going through all those and passing some time in phone she kept it aside and walked towards kitchen and found that her nani was awake.

So without any delay she poured two cups of milk and some dryfruits she walked in to her nani's room.

Her nani was about to sit on the sofa when she saw eira entering they both smile than eira gave nani her cup and took one than sat on the floor bear nani's feet.

They both ate dryfruits  and drank milk in silence. Eira took some courage and asked.

"Nani what should I do now? "Her nani smile and eira kept her head on nani's lap.

"Dear, don't worry about everyone and think about how that man kept you? "

"Nani he was the best man, he treated me like I am some kind of glass which might break if anyone touches or say something bad. " Eira said remembering how he fired those guards for her.

"How was his family eiro? "Eira smiled at that question

"Nani they all were so good they would never stop me from anything they would always see to it that I was comfortable or not but...... "Eira's eyes welled up by the end.

"It's okay to cry eiro, it's shows how much it how pure your heart was for him, it's okay to miss and I say be angry to him lash out you anger on him shout at him slapp him and all.... But don't do this with out know the truth behind his words" Nani  said and kissed her forehead and eira closed her eyes feeling the lips on her skin.

Eira sighed as she walked to her room and took a cold shower.

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Mustafa sat on his bed with his phone in his hand staring at eira's pic where she was smiling and hands were on his shoulder they both were looking in each other's eyes with love.

He was too tired now but sleep wasn't near him as if punishing him.

He scrolled all his phone and took a deep breath as he kept his phone down and closed his eyes but her those welled up eyes made him to open his own eyes.

He sighed and walked out to kitchen and poured a cup of milk in a container and added some tea leaves and sugar and  cooked it for sometime than filtered his tea and walked towards the library where eira would seat after fajr.

Mustafa drank his tea while looking for his hoor's collection of book and was amused to see that each book  was either romance or comedy.

No wonder she was too good for me

He spent his time reading one of the book which eira was reading. While sipping his tea and walked towards the chair but his mind waver to a memory where he coaxed his hoor and they discussed about the age matter. He chuckle but his eyes again welled knowing that those will remain a memory now.

He was walking out of the room when abdul came running to him. Mustafa frowned.

"Bhai, where were you? "

"In room-" Mustafa was cut off by abdul

"Achaa, we all are going to meet eira come. "Mustafa froze at the information.

Mustafa meeting eira, after all this.

"Don't think so much, it's the last chance please let's go bring her bhai." Abdul pleaded and Mustafa nodded.

"You all go i will come." Abdul nodded and walked to his ammi and baba.

Mustafa rushed to his room and changed to eira favorite color kurta and salwar than wore his waist coat tahn combed his hair than ran to the main gate but slowdown seeing his family still there with habiba and her family aman too was there.

Aman walked to him and they shared a side hug.

"Told you this is won't turn good" aman commented. He sighed and nodded.

,Are they waiting for someone?" Mustafa asked.

"Yes, akram uncle is coming with rehan and aunty., Mustafa nodded not caring about the reason.

They all greeted and boys walked in one car and ladies in one car with their husbands.

Rehan was trying to call someone but groaned than try again which irritated everyone as he would  do this  in every  two minutes.

Rehan mere phone se try karle.

Abdul threw his phone to rehan but he shooked but than smirked and looked to Mustafa.

Mustafa raised his brows. Rehan forward his hand and wiggled his fingers just like eira would do when she wants to read his one of the belonging.

"What?" Mustafa asked after clearing his throat and mind.

"Phone! "Rehan said immediately Mustafa rolled his eyes and gave him the device. Rehan smiles and dialed the number. After three rings the person picked.

"Kya masla hain?!" Thay all jolt up upon hearing eira's soft yet irritated voice.

"Eira, save this number okay!" Rehan said with a mischief tone

Eiraa cut the call and rehan laughed like maniac.

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They all were seated in huge Hall while Nana ji the head of the family would  talk with the elders and habiba was freely moving around the huge palace and the boys were seated waiting for eira to come but she didn't showed her shadow till now.

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Eira was in her room getting ready as she was going to on of the library to pick some books she tied her hair up in a bun and wore a losse simple salwar kameez and draped a shawl and was about to walk out when she turned and wore the watch which Mustafa gave her. than picked her phone and wore her specs

She climbed down when she was at last step of stair she looked around seeing her ammi came or not.

She sighed and walked further and while passing the Mustafa   looked up and  Mustafa lost his heart again.

For there she was walking with shawl around and looking more beautiful than before.

His heart beat raised as she saw habiba along with one of the other lady came with eira and eira looked down.

"Aslamualaikum!" Mustafa's breath hitched on hearing her after a whole two night and days of torture.

"Walaikum Salam," eira come sit her nanaji said with a sweet voice which anything but sweet. It was heavy and hoarse.

"No nanaji I am-ammi?"Eira changes her words when she saw mustafa's mother seated and smiling to her.

She walked and hugged ammi than kissed her both hands with atmost love.

All this time Mustafa kept looking at his hoor.

She would smile and nod her head than would greet habiba's mother ignoring her own father and all the one who were in the contract.

She stood and walked towards the main door but habiba stopped her by grabbing her wrist she immediately pulled her hand and glared her. But habiba gave a goofy smile and said shocking everyone.

"This is aman my brother!"Habiba said looking from the corner of her eyes how Mustafa clenched his jaw and fist and glared her. She smirk.

Eira glanced tha man and remembered this was mustafa's only friend. She glanced Aman but stopped looking at the man behind him.

Her  harden in  second and she was walking out but her father stopped her.

"Eira, what's your decision?" Akram's voice surrounded the Hall silencing everyone.

Eira glanced Mustafa as he stood from his seat and walked to her. She gulped, her words dying with each step he take.

His eyes shown the guilt and eira shook her head freezing Mustafa and everyone in the Hall

But Mustafa composes himself and walked to her in two long strides and grabbed her hand which shone with his only watch.

"Why you carry this than, hmm?" Mustafa asked with clenched jaw and tighten his hold on her fragile wrist.

She smile and took a step her cherry smell blocking his sense.

"Mein aap𝘦 yahan thi na itne din aapko takleef di ya aapko khushi di aapki banke rahi itne din.." She tilted her head up matching his fury.

"Toh yeh uski bakhsheesh!!"

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