Zaviyar Khanzada was sitting in his home office, gazing at the laptop screen where Mr. Rehmat's screen and manager Hiba's screen was showing.

"So Mr. Rehmat, you are an Immigration Consultant in Dubai and want to have a website and social media management services from us. Right?"

Zaviyar asked at which Mr. Rehmat nodded his head.

"Yes! I want your company to buy domain and hosting for my website, design it, and create a web copy for it. After that, I want you to manage my three social media accounts, Instagram, LinkedIn, and TikTok."

Mr. Rehmat was saying and Zaviyar was taking notes on his notebook while manager Hiba was taking notes on Word Document.

"You want to run ads too?"

"Yes!"

"So, you are availing our four services. One is web copywriting, the other is website creation, third is social media management and fourth is digital marketing. Our budget for each service will be different, and you will get an electronic contract from Hiba till tomorrow."

"Wait! How is social media management and digital marketing different from each other? Aren't they the same?" Mr. Rehmat asked with a frown.

"I'm afraid but no. These both services required two different sets of skills. Our social media manager will work with you on a monthly basis but digital marketers can work with you occasionally. If you have a limited budget, you can run ads once in a month by availing services of our digital marketer for one week. If you have good budget, then our marketer can work on your email marketing, SMS marketing and other aspects of marketing on monthly basis."

Zaviyar replied calmly at which Mr. Rehmat hummed with a frown on his face.

"Okay sure. Kindly tell me your budget and terms of contract so that we can pursue it."

Mr. Rehmat said in a low voice at which Zaviyar nodded his head, and started discussing the terms and conditions of the contract.

After Mr. Rehmat left the Zoom meeting, Zaviyar ordered Hiba:

"Make digital contracts, and assign jobs to our permanent team members. Tomorrow, we are going to hold a meeting in the office where I want everyone to share their thoughts and research regarding this project with a report."

"Okay boss!" Hiba nodded her head.

He was shutting down his laptop when Haadi entered his office while rubbing his eyes.

"I have taken my nap. Now, only taking a shower and wearing a new dress is left."

Excitement was on his face with a small smile etched on Zaviyar's face.

"No. Haadi had taken only a brief nap. It is cheating."

He said at which Haadi's eyes were as widened as saucers.

"No! Haadi hasn't cheated. You are cheating!" 

A pout was on his face.

"Haadi!" There was warning and anger in Zaviyar's tone at which Haadi again pouted.

"Baba, when will we go?"

"Son, your one and a half hour nap is left. Go to your bed. Till then, Baba will complete some of his paperwork."

There was calmness in Zaviyar's tone at which Haadi nodded his head.

"Okay, Haadi will complete the nap and we will go!"

He said and ran outside. A chuckle escaped Zaviyar’s lips while he gazed at the running body of his son. While gazing at it, a memory flashed in his eyes.

"Congratulations, Allah blessed you with a son." 

Nurse gave the baby in his arms and he stared at the small body with a smile and glinting orbs. Something stirred in his heart which was unexplainable. But, he became protective toward that small body whose eyes were closed.

"And my wife?" His eyes flicked toward the nurse and panic settled in them for a brief second.

"She is also fine. Alhamdulillah!" 

"Alhamdulillah" He said with a bright smile and again gazed at his baby.

"MashaAllah!" His mother-in-law came near and said.

Placing a perk on his forehead, he also murmured "MashaAllah".

After two hours, their son was in Wafa's arms at whom she was gazing with glinty orbs.

"Most beautiful being in the world!" Wafa said at which Zaviyar smiled.

"He is your mirror." He said at which a chuckle escaped her lips.

That chuckle was resonating in his ears while eyes became misty. Pangs of pain raised in his heart while gloominess encapsulated his whole being.

Sitting in the lonely room, that grieving being was swimming in the sea of pain.

…………………

Standing on the stage, clad in black sherwani, there were serious expressions on his face. His lips were set in a hard line, jaws were tense while he was standing upfront. On the other hand, Haadi was practically jumping up and down with excitement near him.

Instantly, lights switched off and spot light was on the entrance from where the bride had to come. A lot of people gathered around the raised pathway with their phone's flashback on from where the bride had to walk. 

"Is my new mama coming?" Haadi asked excitedly at which Zaviyar hummed in response. 

He gazed at the glinting orbs of his son and felt vacant inside.

"She is going to replace Wafa's place!"

Taking a sharp breath, he tried to calm down his overthinking brain.

Bride and her parents stopped near the stage's stairs. Taking his clue, he stepped near and extended his hand toward her. There were no tender feelings in that gesture, just a sense of duty. Hooting was going on but his face was blank and unbothered with the beauty present in front of him.

She put her hand in his, and he could feel her shivering body. Flashes of camera were around them, people's laughter were filling the place but one's heart was cold and the other one's was shivering. He led her toward the couch without doing any pose for the photoshoot. 

"Looking sooo beautiful!" Haadi ran toward them and commented at which Asma smiled.

"Thank you, cute baby." she replied at which Haadi laughed out.

A smile etched on Zaviyar's face while listening to the laughter.

"I have a lot of toys. Once we get home, I will show them to you, Mama!" 

Asma and Zaviyar froze at this title. Wafa's face flashed in front of Zaviyar's orbs while nervousness seized Asma's being.

She gave a weak smile to him at which he grinned.

"Haadi, go to your aunt and play with her children." Zaviyar said at which Haadi nodded his head and ran toward them. After it, heavy silence fell upon those two beings.

………………………

Ruskhsati time was nearing, and Asma was taking sharp breaths to calm down her frenzy nerves. Tears stung her orbs at the thought of leaving her parents. She glanced at her mother and father who were busy talking to some relatives.

Gazing at their faces, she reminisced the love moments she shared with them. Flashes of the moments when they brought toys, her favorite food and clothes for her. Flashes of all those vacations and outings they spent together laughing. Flashes of all those leisure hours that she spent laughing and chatting with her mother and sister. Millions of memories flashed in front of her eyes and a tear fell from her eyes.

While thinking of all those moments, a bitter phase also flashed in front of her orbs. The bitter phase when she fell in love with Kashif. An ordinary boy whom she befriends on Instagram. Lack of real friends and low self-esteem drove her to like that boy.

It was the first time someone was showering her with overwhelming love and care. She thought he loved her too, so she asked him to meet her parents at her sister's wedding. 

Ahh! A blind trust washed away her life!

She asked him to meet her in the room where she wanted to convince him to meet her parents. He was reluctant and afraid to step forward to claim their relationship. So, she was assuring him that she will remain on his side and will fight with the whole world for him.

But, when the moment of claiming their relationship came, Kashif left her. She remained alone facing the world who was laughing and insulting her. In that moment, she lost her respect and value in front of her parents' eyes.

Averting her gaze from her parents, it fell upon Saba and Sahir. Calmness and happiness was radiating from the couple at which she took a deep sigh. She was the sinner of these two great people. 

She was the sinner of Saba who was her cousin, class-fellow and bestfriend. She accused her of the sins she hadn't committed. Because she was suffering from the disease of jealousy and low self-esteem. The guilt was taking away happiness from her being, leaving her tormented. 

Shooking away all the negative thoughts, she averted her gaze toward Haadi who was standing with other children. A small smile etched on her face while gazing at the boy, but it swiftly faded.

"He is the son of my husband. He is the son of his first wife."

This reality hit her, and hollowness consumed her heart. Fixing her orbs on her hands, she swallowed the lump of tears.

"Why are you sad?" 

After a few moments, Haadi's voice came from near her at which she raised her head to see him. He was standing in front of her with concern laced on his face. There was a small pout on his lips.

"No, I am not." She tried to smile while tears shone in her orbs. She could feel the gaze of Zaviyar on her face but she didn't dare to see at his side.

"After a few minutes, we are going home, and I will give you my favorite toy. It will make you happy."

There was anxiety on Haadi's face and dampness in his tone. His offer filled her heart with happiness, and a smile broke down on her face.

"Thank you." She slowly murmured at which a bright smile etched on Haadi's face.

"Baba, when are we going home?" He asked Zaviyar who replied "after a few minutes".

"Okay! I am telling all my friends that I also have a mama now!" 

He said excitedly at which a frown etched on Zaviyar's face.

"Haadi! Just go and play with friends." There was seriousness in Zaviyar's face at which he pouted.

Asma glanced at Zaviyar's face which had deep frown lines. His tone was a bit harsh with Haadi at which her heart trembled.

"He doesn't like me as his son's mother."

She came to the conclusion.