Chapter : 42 - Mera naseeb kya hai?

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He was sitting in front of me, drinking water, and I wondered how I could tell him that my heart was racing so fast at this moment.

He placed the glass of water on the table, straightened his suit, and then looked at me without blinking.

Was he looking at me or lost in some thought?

Despite not wanting to, I got lost in his eyes; there's some magic in them. Whenever I look into them, I forget everything else. I don't feel pain or sorrow, only peace; I feel nothing but tranquility in those eyes.

What are you, Aziz?

Ab aage bhi kuch kaho ge, Aziz?" I asked, breaking the gaze from his intense eyes.

(Will you say anything further, Aziz?)

"Tumhe jee bhar ke dekh toh lu, pehle," he said with a calm and comforting smile.

(Let me look at you to my heart's content first).

Don't do this, Aziz. My heart is very weak, it can't bear the pain of losing you again.

On the other hand, I was used to those deep stares, I loved it when he looked at me like that, and even now, when he looks at me, I feel the same peace in them.

"How are you, Uns?" he began.

I wanted to say that I'm in a state of helplessness, but my heart didn't allow me to say anything.

"I'm fine," I said, lowering my gaze.

"You know I can read your eyes, right? Will you lie to me, Uns?" he said with a smile.

And there my heart skipped a beat.

"So, what do my eyes say to you?" I asked, touching the bouquet of roses which were on the table.

"That you want to ask me many things," he said, also touching the flowers.

"You've read my eyes wrong, Aziz," I said, smiling.

"Not a question, but there's something I need to tell you," I finally said, looking him in the eye.

"I've hidden a truth from you, just like you hid one from me, Aziz," I said, holding back my tears.

"If I don't tell you today, I might never have the courage to say it to you, and if I tell you later, I won't be able to bear the pain of you leaving me," I was speaking with great patience, and he was quietly listening.

"The truth is that-"

"I know everything, Uns," Aziz said before I could finish.

And his words took my breath away.

"What? You know?" I asked in disbelief.

"I know everything about you, Uns, everything," he said.

"And I will still say that you are a pure woman, Uns," he said the words I always wanted to hear from Abbu.

And then the floodgates of my tears opened. I didn't want to cry in front of him, but if my years of sorrow had to be released in front of him, then so be it.

"How can someone whose own father called her impure ever be pure, Aziz?" I said with tear-filled eyes.

"Maybe Allah is upset with me, that's why I'm facing so many difficulties at every step. What should I do, Aziz? I'm not worthy of your love. Your life will be ruined too. So just Leave me," I said to him, while controlling my tears.

"What am I? What is my existence? I am nothing, and you are so deserving. You deserve much better, Aziz." I completed.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice when he got up from the couch. When I looked around, he was pouring water from the jug into a glass on the nightstand and then walked towards me.

He stood in front of me, but due to the tears, I couldn't see his face clearly.

He offered me the glass of water with one hand and his handkerchief with the other.

I wiped my tears and drank the entire glass of water in one gulp.

"Do you need more?" he asked gently.

I shook my head in refusal.

He took the glass from my hand, placed it back on the table, and sat down in front of me again.

After saying everything, I felt a strange sensation. What would he say now? Would he really leave? Was this the end of the journey for Aziz Nader and Uns Reza?

"Jisse Allah naraaz hote hai na, unhe allah apna yehsaas tak hone nahi dete, Uns"

(Those with whom Allah is displeased, Uns, He doesn't even let them feel His presence)

"Allah loves you very much, Uns, that's why He didn't let anything happen to you that day. We can't change your father's thinking, but we can change our own, right? If that man were alive, I would have killed him, but he's not in this world anymore.

The one who will punish his sins is up there, watching everything. And you, you are Uns Reza. Do you know what your existence is?" he asked.

"Me, I am your existence, Uns," he completed his sentence

Woh saath saal pehle waala Aziz nahi tah, woh koi aur tah, ek ajeeb par zehen insaan bhaita tah mere saamne.

Koi aashiq nahi balki mera hone waala shauhar bhaita tah.

Aur hairat is baat par hai ki woh mere Allah ki baat kar rah tah. Woh khuda peh yakeen rakhta hai? Mere aansuon par koi ikhtehar nahi tah, uski baate sunkar mujhe aur rona aaya tah.

Uska wajud hoon Mai? Kya yahi shaqshs hai mere mukaddar mein?

(This wasn't the Aziz from seven years ago, he was someone else, a strangely wise person sitting in front of me.

Not a lover, but my future husband was sitting there.

And the surprising thing was that he was talking about my Allah.

Does he believe in God? I couldn't control my tears, and his words made me cry even more.

I am his existence? Is this the person destined for me?)

"Did you send the proposal?" I asked, trying to compose myself.

"No," he replied.

Aziz ki nazre niche tih. Uske Chehre par sukoon tah, toh aankhon mein haya tih.

(Aziz's eyes were downcast. There was peace on his face and modesty in his eyes).

"You know, Aziz, I've seen many lovers who do everything they can to win their beloved, and you expect me to believe that you did nothing for me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Toh bataou, tumne kya kiya hai mujhe paane ke liye?" My voice was soft but I was impatient to know the answer.

(So tell me, what have you done to win me?)

"Maine?" Woh muskuraya tah.

("Me?" He smiled slightly).

"Maine, bas dua ki hai tumhare liye," he said, looking at me.

(I've just prayed for you).

His answer left me speechless, unable to ask anything more.

Complete silence filled the room, with only a faint light illuminating his face.

Both our gazes were fixed on the rose bouquet in front of us, and my heart filled up again.

Who are you, Aziz? What are you? How can you love this much?

"Do you want to say something, Uns?" he asked, noticing my silence.

"Kuch kehne layak choda hai tumne, mujhe?" I asked, my voice trembling.

(Have you left me with anything to say?)

Maine use maangna chod diya tah, magar mai is baat seh bhe khabar tih ki woh mujhe maangta raha, mujhe mere Allah seh maangta raha.

kahan laake khada kar diya hai tune mujhe, Allah?

Kya mere naseeb mein usi shaqshs ki paak mohabbat likhi tih?

Mere saare sawal, saare jawaab, saare gile, saare dukh, sab kuch is ek shashqs seh dur hone teh.

(I had stopped asking for him, but I didn't know that he continued asking for me, praying to my Allah for me.

Where have you placed me, Allah?

Was this pure love from this person written in my fate?

All my questions, all my answers, all my grievances, all my sorrows-everything was washed away by this one person).

"Are you okay now?" he asked.

This was all I needed, for someone to ask about me, for someone to talk to me with such love.

"Yes, I'm okay now," I said with a smile.

"Alright, sweetheart, so let's meet up later. Take care of yourself," Aziz said shamelessly.

"And you too," I replied, smiling.

"Ah, one minute," Aziz, who had started to leave, sat back down.

"What happened now?" I asked.

"I came to get your number," he said, glancing around the room casually.

"You came to get my number at this time, Aziz? Don't you already have it?" I asked, annoyed.

"I thought you might have changed your number," he said, being embarrassed.

"I never changed my number, Aziz," I said, looking at him, "but maybe you did?" I asked.

"No, I didn't change mine either," he said.

"Why?" We both asked simultaneously.

"I thought you would call, that's why I didn't change it," I said.

"And I thought you would answer if I called, so I didn't change it either," he said.

What kind of love is this between us, Allah? I wondered as I looked at him.

"By the way, cream color suits you," he said with a smile.

"Pasand kiski hai?" Maine use cheda.

(Whose preference is this after all?" I teased him).

"Meri pasand par har cheez jajti hai", us neh bhi wapas cheda.

"Begairat," I said.

"Sweetheart," he said.

"Go now," I said, getting up.

"Yes, as you wish," he said, getting up as well.

"Why are you going there?" I asked, seeing him heading towards Sahara's room.

"I came with Samir, he's in her room to convince Sahara," He said softly as he knocked on the door.

"You both are crazy," I said as I went closer.

"Astaqfirulla," slipped uncontrollably from our lips as we saw the two of them when the door opened.

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Our gazes were fixed on the rose bouquet.

Sweetheart!

Bhegairat!