°•𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 C𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎•°

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The next morning Sahaan came down to have breakfast, everyone was already seated.

As soon as she takes her seat Azra angrily gets up glaring at her and leaves from there, her tayi ammi follows her daughter.

Dadi sighs and shakes her head at them and tells them to carry on their breakfast, after having a hefty meal forcefully by her mother's hands, she makes a plate for Azra and goes towards her room.

She knocks at the door and gets inside to see her sitting on bed and crying.

Azra looks up and sees Sahaan coming into her room with breakfast.

"Kyu aayi hain aap yaha? Jayen yaha se. Mujhe aapki shakal bhi nahi dekhni." She angrily yells at Sahaan who gets shocked hearing her words, keeping the tray aside she moves towards her.

(Why are you here? Go away! I don't even want to see your face.)

"What's wrong Azra? Tell me I'll fix it." She softly asks her, holding her shoulders.

"Kya fix karengi aap? Aapne hi toh kaha tha Hammad se ki agar wo chahe toh ye shaadi nahi hogi, wo aapki har baat sunte hain. Agar aap unse kehti toh wo mujhse shaadi karlete lekin nahi aapke wajah se mujhe meri mohabbat nahi mili." She sobs, jerking her hand from her shoulder.

(What will you fix? You supported Hammad saying if he doesn't want to marry me then it's his wish. He always agrees to whatever you say if you would've convinced him to marry me, he would never deny you. But no! Just because of you I didn't got my love)

"Azra tum kaisi baatein kar rahi ho? Jo shaks tumse mohabbat nahi karta tum usse zabardasti shaadi karna chahti ho." Sahaan, who was frustrated by her immature talk, questions her.

(What rubbish are you speaking? He doesn't love you, but you still want to marry him?)

"Hojati unhe mujhse shaadi ke baad mohabbat. Kuch karleti mai! But no you supported him and not me. Now I know why bhai did all that with you, he was right! You deserved to be treated that way." Azra grits in anger.

(he would've fallen in love with me, I would've done something.)

"Hadd se badh rahi ho Azra tum, zubaan ko lagam do." Sahaan mutters, clenching her jaw, trying to control her anger.

(You are crossing your limits now, control your tongue.)

"Kyu? Kuch ghalat toh nahi kaha, aur baar baar kahungi! You deserve to be treated like that jo hua accha...." Her words come to halt as a loud sound echoes in the room.

(Why? I didn't say anything wrong and I will repeat it again and again.)

Azra looks at Sahaan shocked, holding her cheek. tears fall from her eyes.

"Yehi tameez hai tumhari? Bado se kaisi baatein karte hai bhul gayi? Umar dekhi hai apni? Padhayi pe dhyan do in faltu cheezo par nahi. Abhi sirf ek hi thappad maara hai zaroorat padhi toh ek aur laga dungi, tumhe sahi raaste par laana hamara kaam hai aur mai ye kaam zaroor karungi." Sahaan angrily tells her, no regret in her eyes for slapping Azra, because she knew she was right.

(Is this what we taught you? Forgot how to talk to elders? What is your age and look at your words. Focus on your studies, not on rubbish things. I've slapped you only once and if needed, will give you one more slap. It's our duty to bring you on the right track and I'll gladly do this work.)

Saying this she angrily leaves the room shutting the door loudly making Azra flinch.

Dadi calls all the youngsters to her room as Amrah's ruqsati was only 1 week away.

She wanted to do Sahaan's ruqsati as well but she knew Saira was persistent to leave.

"I called you all here because Amrah's ruqsati will take place by one week and Sahaan can leave after the event takes place but not before Amrah's ruqsati." Dadi calmly tells them, well aware of Ahmed's resistance.

"But dadi.." Ahmed was about to say against it but stops when dadi motions him to stop by showing her palm.

"And I want Sahaan and Amrah to wear the pushtaini jewelry at ruqsati, you can leave." Saying this everyone leaves hearing her command except Ahmed.

"Dadi..aap..aap zyadti kar rahi hai mere saath." He dejectedly sighs and rests his head on her lap.

(You're being harsh to me.)

She smiles hearing his words, like a child was complaining to his mother. She caresses her hair.

"Hum insaaf karne ki koshish kar rahe hai Ahmed. Hamare nazar se dekhiye. Hum zabardasti karke rokenge toh wo aur khafa hojayegi, you're having one week of time try to win her heart if she wants to leave she'll and the final decision will be hers." She firmly tells him who nods his head.

(I'm trying to do justice with everyone. Try to see it from my eyes, we can't forcefully stop her, this will make her go further away from us.)

"I'll try my best dadi..agar wo na maani toh aap mana lena!" He tells her, his voice cracking at the end.

(If she doesn't agree then please convince her.)

"Son! Us women don't forget easily if her man cheats on her or insults her love, in her case you did both. You did cheat on her with Tuba. You knew that she was betrothed to you from childhood but yet you were ready to marry that girl. Now don't blame your mother. I know what she did was wrong but you both are equally wrong in this." She softly tells him, raking her fingers in his hair.

"Don't worry dadi aapki bahu ko mai kahi jaane nahi dunga." He mutters, determination shining in his eyes.

(I won't let your granddaughter in law leave.)

He gets up after kissing dadi's forehead and moves towards the door to leave but stops hearing her final words.

"Aur yaad rahe Ahmed, if she doesn't want to live with you then you will not force her." Dadi tells him clearly, a promise hidden in her tone.

Ahmed Just nods without turning towards her, gulping the bile rising in his throat and rushes out of the room.

All the girls were sitting in Amrah's room deciding the theme for Amrah's mayoun.

Azra was sitting in one corner ignoring everyone, who were trying to include her in their talks.

Hammad barges inside the room and plops on the sofa Ahmed follows him and sits beside him.

"Haan bhai! Kab jaana hai tumlog ne parlor apni shakalein badlane ke liye?" Hammad mocks the girls who just roll their eyes on him.

(Okay! So when do you guys need to leave for the parlor to get your face changed?)

"Mayoun ke liye parlour kon jaata hai pagal." Sahaan tells him and slaps the back of his head, he holds his head caressing it while glaring at her who ignores him.

(Who goes to a parlor for such a small function duffer?)

"Aapi I think you should wear this gharara on your mayoun. It is very simple and light and that maang tikka and earring of one of your pushtaini sets will match with this dress. " Isra shows the dress to Amrah who just nods her head at her smiling.

Hearing the word pushtaini jewelry Ahmed remembers that dadi told Sahaan and Amrah to wear their sets and he is having Sahaan's jewelry.

"Sahaan come with me. " Saying this he gets up leaving the room not giving her the chance to deny him.

Sahaan opens her mouth to say something but he has already left the room, she gets up and leaves the room to see Ahmed going towards his room.

she silently follows him and stands near the door, not entering inside. Ahmed looked towards her who was standing in the door looking here and there awkwardly.

He takes out the boxes from his almirah and clears his throat trying to gain Sahaan's attention.

She looks up to see Ahmed holding her jewelry boxes. Her eyes turn blank seeing those boxes reliving old memories.

Ahmed notices her look and just looks down, eyes full of guilt. He goes and stands in front of her.

"Ye lo! Tumhare zevar." He tells her forwarding the boxes to her who just blankly stares at him.

(Your jewelry.)

"Hairat hain! Mujhe laga aapne apni mashuka ko dediya hoga!" She taunts him, Ahmed clenches his fist in anger.

(I'm shocked! I thought you gave these to your lover.)

"Apni biwi ko hi de raha hun! Haq hai tumhara aur dadi ne kaha pehenne ke liye." Ahmed replies to her taunt calmly because he knew he was at fault.

(I'm giving it to my wife! It's your right and dadi told you to wear this.)

"Rakhein isey aap apne paas hi! Mai dadi ko samjha lungi. Ye mera haq nahi hai aur mujhe kuch logo ki tarah haq talafi karne ka shouq nahi." Sahaan once again mocks him knowing that his mother was after her right in the property.

(Keep this with you! I'll talk to dadi. This is not my right and like some people I don't like to snatch anyone's right.)

"Sahaan kya hogaya hai? Please mai maafi maangta hu lekin please lelo." Ahmed literally pleads her.

(what's wrong with you? Please I'm sorry but please take them.)

Sahaan just ignores him and turns to leave but is stopped by his words.

"Agar nahi logi toh pehnane mai khud aaunga tumhe.'' He tells her, a smirk slowly making its way on his mouth.

(If you won't take them then I myself will make you wear them.)

Sahaan could feel his mischievous tone without even turning towards him, she just shakes his head and leaves from there.

The next day everyone was sitting in the living room selecting dresses for each other, while the boys were in the hall trying to change into a stage for mayoun.

Suddenly a loud voice booms and everyone turns towards to see Asma along with her family coming in.

Asma was yaqub's sister and the children's only phuppo who loved them to death.

Isra shrieks loudly seeing Amirah, their phuppo's daughter entering with them she rushes towards her and takes her in a tight hug.

Isra, Amirah and Sahaan were the inseparable trio, Sahaan runs towards the two and joins their hug.

"Oye kambakhto! Apni phuppo ko bhool gaye." They turn towards their phuppo laughing at her comment and hugging her.

(You idiots, forgot your aunt?)

Everyone comes and meets them one by one. Azaad moves towards Hammad and Ahmed to meet them.

They all meet wholeheartedly except Ahmed who forces a smile on his face knowing his wife will now pay her full attention to Azaad who according to him is a big flirt.

All the girls move towards the lawn with boys following them, Amirah stops and tells them to go she'll join them soon after making a call.

Amirah was standing there alone going through her call log to call her best friend when someone comes and stands behind her very closely.

"Mujhse galey nahi milengi? Jis tarah Isra aur Sahaan se mili." Hammad whispers in her ears standing behind her, his broad chest touching her back, Amirah is startled by his sudden appearance.

(Won't you hug me? Like you hugged Isra and Sahaan?)

Hammad goes towards the lawn, brushing his shoulders with her, smirking at her red tomato face which was full of shyness.

Amirah looks at his retreating back with a shy smile and an abnormal heartbeat.

While All the youngsters were enjoying themselves, Ahmed noticed the closeness between Amirah and Hammad.
He was now aware of why he rejected his sister.

Azra was sulking over a corner not taking part in any of the activities.
Ahmed goes towards her and sits beside her.

"What's wrong baby girl? Cheer up. Maybe Allah wrote someone better than him for you." He softly tells her whose eyes well up hearing his words.

"You know Bhai, you're also somewhere responsible for why I didn't get my love." She bitterly whispers at him who is looking at her in shock.

"If your behavior with her would've been nice then she would've anyhow convinced Hammad into marrying me, it's all because of you and her she could've done that but no! She and Hammad took revenge from me which was supposed to be yours. You tortured Hammad's sister and now he is torturing your sister." Saying this to her elder brother she storms out from there.

Ahmed sighs and shakes his head at her level of immaturity. He wanted to slap some sense in her but he knew now was not the time to do so.

She was frustrated and had to get rid of that frustration anyhow. If he became the victim of her frustration he doesn't care because she was his baby girl.

Hammad was standing in the kitchen hovering on the counter to eat the chocolate, he turns when someone clears their throat behind.

"Meri behen par zyadti Kar rahe ho Hammad." Ahmed calmly tells him.

(You're being too harsh on my sister.)

Hearing his words Hammad raises his brow in a questioning manner.
Ahmed sighs seeing his look.

"First you rejected my sister and now you're rubbing your and Amirah's relationship on her face. What's wrong with Azra? She loves you, she can do anything for you. Please don't do this with her." Ahmed politely tells him who gets angry hearing his words.

"What about my sister Haan? She also loves you, she even married you to save you from that witch and what you did with her? You did your best to torture her, to insult her whenever you got the chance." Hammad angrily tells him trying to keep his voice low.

"So I'm right. You rejected her because of me right? Because I troubled your sister?" Ahmed asks him.

Hammad mockingly laughs at him.

"If I do that then there will be no difference between you and me, I never saw your sister like that. She was and will remain as a little sister to me and I never lead her on! As for Amirah, yes we both like each other and I'll be asking for her hand very soon. The difference here was your sister loved me and me and Amirah are in love with each other. Your sister is a third person in our love, she might be my little sister but I won't let her ruin my happiness." Saying this to Ahmed he leaves the kitchen.

Ahmed sighs hearing his words, he knew Hammad was completely right. He was wrong; he shouldn't have tried to convince Hammad to marry Azra.

He should stop his sister from doing any foolish thing because she is actually the third person in their love.

Taking a deep breath and a chocolate from the fridge he goes towards Sahaan's room to give this to her.

As he was moving towards her room he suddenly saw Sahaan and Azaad sitting in the lounge talking with each other, laughing.

Jealousy swirls in his body, his jaw clenching.

"Iska Kuch Karna padhega." Muttering this he saunters towards them.

(I'll have to do something.)

Holaaaaa! ASSALAMUALAIKUM BEHNO AUR UNKE BHAIYO...;)

Give me your opinion guys shall I write a story on Amirah, Azra and Hammad?
It will be no less than 5 chapters I guess or maybe more or less.

Ijazat dijiye.
Allahhafiz

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