One month had passed since their family trip to Murree. One month had passed since Fahad talked to Zahra. One month had passed since he even looked her in the eye.
And it annoyed her.
Even their family had been wondering what was going on between them.
Rahila and Fiza however were happy. Fiza hated Zahra with a passion for stealing her husband. Fiza loved Fahad with all her heart but he didn't seem to reincorporate the feelings, but she wasn't worried. She thought that Saima would make Fahad and Fiza get married but no, Zahra came in between.
Zahra sighed as she got up and took out her, Zaviras and Fahads clothes. Tomorrow was Abbas's barat. He was to be married to Jannat, a lovely girl who was family friends with them.
(Wedding day)
When Fahad, Raza and Abbas went shopping for Abbas' sherwani, they bought the cutest dress for Zavira to wear. It was a red lehnga with golden embroidery all over it. Zavira had been really happy when she found out that her uncles and father had bought a dress for her and had been begging to wear it.
Zahra, in fear of her ruining it, blatantly refused to which Zavira shed tears.
However, Fahad convinced her with ice cream.
"Mama! Am I going to wear this tomorrow?!" Zavira excitedly asked, as she walked in the room with Fahad. Zahra smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded. Zavira squealed and gave her mother a big hug.
"Mama, what are you wearing?" Zavira asked. Zahra didn't even know the answer to that herself. She had been stumped on what to wear.
"Pata nahi." Zahra replied as she started looking through her clothes once again. In preparation of the wedding, she hadn't been able to go out and shop, not that she minded.
(I don't know)
Fahad looked at her before leaving Zahra and Zavira alone in the room. Zahra sighed once again after he had left. How long would this go on for?
Zahra decided she would take a shower right now and then choose her outfit, so that by the time she's done, her hair would be dried and not wet. Tomorrow, the function would start at 2:45 and she wouldn't get time to take out her clothes tomorrow. After taking a shower and cleaning herself all over, Zahra headed out the shower. She did her hair care routine before walking towards the closet. A box on her bed stopped her. She looked at it in confusion. She hadn't seen this box before.
Zahra walked towards it and opened it up. Inside there was a red embroidered lace sari, with a matching blouse. There was also a tikki, earnings, and a necklace.
( I know this is a choli but for the sake of this book, let's pretend it's a sari)
She looked into the box once again to find a note.
Wear this tomorrow.
That was only thing written on there. No name or anything else. Zahra looked at the note in confusion.
"Mama," Zavira called out. Zahra jumped as she had not even noticed the little girl came into the room. "Do you like it?" She asked her mother.
Zahra nodded her head at her daughter, turning back around towards the box. It was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Whoever picked it had divine taste.
"Wanna know a secret?" Zavira whispered. Zahra looked back at her daughter and nodded. Zavira came closer towards her mother and made her bend down. As soon as she did, Zavira whispered in her ear, "Baba got it for you."
Zahra looked at her daughter in shock. Had Fahad actually brought this sari for her?!
"How do you know?" Zahra questioned.
"I saw him." She innocently replied. "Mama when can I wear the outfit baba got me?" Zavira whined.
"Zavira I told you, tomorrow when you wake up, then you can wear it. Okay?" Zahra said as she got up and kept the box on the side.
"Chalo, aao, nichay chaltay hai." Zahra said, grabbing Zaviras hand and taking her downstairs.
(Come, let's go downstairs)
Downstairs, everyone was in a rush. Workers were carrying sweets or flowers in their hands, rushing to put it in the right place.
Their backyard had been big enough for a function to happen there which was why they decided to keep the function in their backyard.
Abbas and Jannat had not wanted that much of a grand wedding which is why they only wanted to have a walima.
"Zahra baji, Saima Begum apko bula rahi hai," a maid that was rushing around frantically told Zahra. Zahra nodded as she went towards the kitchen with Zavira, where her mother in law most likely would be.
(Saima madam is calling you)
"Mama, can I please go to the back yard?" Zavira asked.
"Baby, apko pata hai na kay sab bahar kam karahay hai." Zahra said.
(You know they're doing work outside)
"Please! I just want to see the decorations!" She pouted.
Zahra hesitated. What if she accidentally messed up the decor?
"Zahra janay doh," Saima said as she came out the kitchen towards them.
(Let her go)
"Theek hai, but be careful." She reluctantly spoke to a now excited Zavira. "And don't touch anything." She yelled out as Zavira rushed towards the back yard.
(Ok)
"Chalo aao, muhje ladoo banay may madat karo," Saima said, she she grabbed the tray full of ladoo fillings. She guided Zahra where Amma Bi was sitting and they started teaching her how to make a circular shape with them and how to align them on the decorative tray.
(Come on, help me make ladoo's; a circular south Asian sweet)
Saima and Amma Bi always liked to make ladoos themselves instead of buying them. It was a hefty job, but a good job.
Zahra sat back in tiredness. By now, Sana and Kaneez also started helping them three, so it was easier.
They all were telling jokes and entertaining themselves. Everyone looked in panic as they heard a cry. More specifically, Zavira's cry. And then they heard yelling. All five of them got up and went outside.
Standing there was Fahad, with Zavira in his arms and next to them Raza and Ali. Opposite of them was Rahila, standing there with her arms crossed.
"Kiya howa?" Amma Bi asked.
(What happened)
"Amma Bi, ino nay Zavira ko thapar mara." Fahad said and looked at Rahila.
(She slapped Zavira)
Zahra gasped in disbelief and walked towards her daughter. Zavira took her head out of her fathers neck, and Zahra's heart twisted in pain as she saw the handprint on her tiny face.
"Tumnay kiu thapar mara usko, Rahila?" Amma Bi asked her daughter.
(Why did you slap her, Rahila)
"Dehkay Amma, usnay sara decor mess up kardiya." Rahila said and pointed towards the are where the hanging flowers had all fallen down.
(Look mom, she messed up all the decor)
"So?" Fahad scoffed in disbelief. "Itni say baat par aap aik choti say bachi pay hath uthay gi? Yeh workers kis kaam kiley aay hai? Decor karney kay kiya hai na? Tou phir woh isko fix bhi karsaktay."
(Are you really going to slap a little kid for that much of a small reason? What are the workers here for? Decor right? So they could've fixed it)
Zahra reached out her hands towards Zavira and she immediately went in her moms arms, a sobbing mess. Each sob pierced her heart.
She took Zavira upstairs to her room and laid in the bed with her.
"Mama, I-I'm sorry," Zavira spoke up, as she let out another sob.
"It's okay." Zahra whispered and ran her hands through her hair.
Had Rahila seriously slapped her for that reason? How could one be so cruel to a child?
Fahad walked in the room, anger still evident on his face. His face softened as he saw his wife and daughter cuddled up on the bed. Zavira's sobs were still echoing through out the room.
Fahad went and sat in the bed, next to the both up them. Their eyes snapped up at him and Fahad could clearly see the handprint on her face. His fist clenched in anger.
"I'm sorry, Baba, I didn't mean to r-ruin chachoo's decor." She said and started crying harder. Fahad took her into his arms and laid on the bed in between himself and Zahra.
(Uncle)
"It's okay, Zavira. It was an accident. And accidents happen." He reassured her.
"Is chachoo mad?" She whispered after a while of her soft sniffles.
"No, he said that it's fine. It's not a permanent damage and can easily be fixed." Zavira nodded as her cries turned into small sniffles.
Zahra looked at them both from where she was laying down and smiled at their bond.
Unknowingly, her eyes slowly drifted off and all three of them were asleep.
The next morning was hectic. Everyone, except the kids had woken up bright and early to help around with the chores. Zahra however was drained.
Yesterday she had woken up around 11 and since the youngsters were also up, they had all decided to go out for pizza.
The elders had gotten really mad but Raza said that it was Abbas's last day before he was a married man so they let them off the hook.
Everyone was now changing into their suitable attires. Zahra wore the sari Fahad had gotten her. She then put her hair up in a half up do and smiled at the result.
Zavira had also changed her clothes and she was more then happy. She had picked out some flowers and forced her mother to put them in both of their hair.
She also had a similar hairstyle, making Zavira look like the younger version of Zahra.
The walima had arrived and the whole day was spent with laughter and joy. Zavira and Haniya just ran around the function the whole time. It was funny watching them 'have fun'
Fahad, however, wouldn't keep his eyes off his wife the whole time. She looked absolutely jaw dropping in that sari she wore, that made her curves stick out. The worst part was, she hadn't even looked up to meet his eyes.
Whatever had happened at the hotel made him sad. He didn't want something like that to happen. But he understood where his wife was coming from. It was not easy moving on from someone you loved.
He of all people knew that.
"Fahad." Basit called out his son. Fahad looked at him in question. "Instead of staring at her the whole time, go talk to her." Basit had seen the tension between the couple but left it up to them to solve the problem.
He nodded at his father as he let out a breath. She was standing in a circle with other couples, them all talking he walked up behind her and placed his hand possessively on her waist, warning anyone that had wanted her for themselves. Zahra froze as her husband had made physical contact with her after so long, but she forcefully made herself relax.
After talking with them for a while, Fahad directed Zahra away to a more secluded area.
He cornered his wife into a wall and looked into her eyes. Zahra looked away, not being able to stare back.
"Why do you always look away?" He whispered in her hair as he moved them away from her shoulder.
"I don't," she replied, and pushed him off. But before she could leave, she was pulled back. Her back was not pressed into his front and she was trapped in his muscular arms.
"I'm not letting one of us walk away again."
Zahra looked up into his dark eyes and leg out a sigh. "I didn't mean to say his name." She said as she rested her forehead on his chest.
"I know." He whispered. Zahra pulled back from punching him in his stomach. Fahad flinched as she hit him and looked at her in bewilderment. "What was that for?!"
"For ignoring me." She triumphantly stated before walking away. Fahad just watched with wife eyes as his pagal wife walked away from him.
(Crazy)
"Finally." Zahra sighed as she closed the door behind her and rested her forehead on it. All the guests had left and she was finally able to rest now.
"Mhm, finally we're alone now." A voice whispered from behind her. Zahra yelped as she turned around to face her husband, who was now laughing his eyes out.
Rolling her eyes at him she started to stalk away before he had once again grabbed her and pulled her towards him. "Why do you keep pulling me?" She questioned.
"Cause I like to." He replied and grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. "Did I tell you how breathtaking you look today?" He questioned.
"No you didn't."
"Well, Ma'shaAllah." He mumbled in her ear and Zahra blushed. "Allah has blessed me with such a gorgeous wife." The blush on her cheeks increased as she hid her face in his chest.
After a while of them just standing there, Zahra moved back and pulled his face down to kiss him. Fahad immediately responded back and laid her on the bed, kissing her harder.
That night, they finally became one, truly accepting one another.
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Ayy I'm back with another update!
I write Sara instead of Zahra sorry ð
Ok so regarding the last update, I write that Saad had became a nah mehram for Zahra since he died. I don't know how true this is because I myself had heard someone say this but I don't remember where I heard someone say it. So please let me know if I'm wrong and I will change it!
Also next update when we hit 10k votes.
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Anyways what's your favorite drama?
I have a lot ð but Suno Chanda will always on the top 5