The striking visual of illuminating full moon was beautiful enough to grab everyone's attention but for the first time Falak was lost in her own thoughts. Falak stood on her balcony thinking about the ups and downs fate was gonna surprise her with. Dressed in lavender chiffon printed salwar suit, she looked like a blooming flower herself.

"Is it really that simple!?" She sighed thinking about Wajahat, she was still confident about her decision but now she was nervous beyond description.

"Mehek?I'll talk to her." She turned around but stopped hesitantly thinking. "What if bhai is home? I don't want to be a third wheel between them." She pouted.

"Falak." Mehek's voice brought her back from her thoughts. She walked inside and sat on the couch with her feet tucked beneath her lap.

"Aww!! Now that's what people mean by think of the devil." Falak said, Mehek just waved her hand and slumped right beside her. 

"Thank you nanand ji."

"Eww nanand!like seriously? I feel like I'm already 80." Falak scrunched her nose, offended at the title. Mehek laughed.

"But that's what you are. Hey!! What happened?"

"I'm just a bit nervous." She said nervousnes etched down on her face.

"Really!?" She asked astonished.

"Mehek." Falak whined at her.

"Ok tell me what's wrong."

"Mehek, there's a lot you need to know." Falak frowned remembering she hadn't shared about Wajahat's past yet.

"There... umm... there was someone else kn Wajahat's life." She said looking ahead.

"What!? You're not even married and he is cheating on you!?" Mehek jumped from the couch.

"What!? No you stupid woman." Mehek scowled at Falak.

"Try to focus on my words. I said was W-A-S, got it!?" Falak spelled it to her, mehek twitched her lips and the  went on full panuck mode.

"My goodness, is he being forced to marry you!?" Falak palmed her face.

"Uff Allah, no."

"No!? Then what is it?"

"He was engaged before but..."

"Oh my Allah, the matter is much more worse here, I thought his parents might have forced him but from the looks of it, it looks like they rejected him. What might be the reason!? Does he smoke? Drink!? Haye Allah or worse, drugs!?" Mehek ranted without  brake. Falak wasn't able to react at her words, she stared at her dead silent for a complete minute.

"Falak, say something." At Meheks words she started laughing.

"Mehek, how do all these things come in this stupid box." Falak patted her head.

"Humph, here I'm worried about you and you.... you are busy disrespecting your bhabhi." Said Mehek raising her head a little.

"Its the truth bhabhi jaan." she said controlling her laughter.

"Ok listen to me and this time don't interrupt. " said Falak turning a little towards her.

"No, they did not reject her. It was actually arranged cum love marriage. Wajahat was interested in Sana, she was his friend's sister. Both families knew them well and hence they got engaged. But a couple of days before wedding...." it pained Falak now to narrate the incident. She wondered if she felt so bad, how gut wrenching would the entire situation might have been for all of the.

"What!?" Mehek asked worried at her saddened expression.

"A couple of days before wedding, she had gone to shopping with Fariqa aunty, and... and that's when fate turned cruel towards them..... sana got into an accident, she was brutally hit by a speeding vehicle. Wajahat had witnessed the scene infront of him." Mehek was out of words.

"How do you know all this?" Mehek asked after long minutes of silence.

"I heard it while mom and dad were discussing. Wajahat had himself asked Fariqa aunty to discuss about this, mom and dad felt abit unsure about it."

"Falak, are you sure you're ok with this proposal, even after knowing everything!?" Falak released a sigh at her words and stretched out on the couch with her head on her lap. Mehek rested her head at the back of the couch.

"I'm sure about it Mehek. I know it won't be easy but it is certainly not difficult." She closed her eyes feeling nervous. Mehek smiled at her, wishing for her happiness from the almighty.

*******

"Mom." Fariqa turned towards the source of the sound and found Wajahat standing at the threshold of the door, but before she could say anything she heard a baby voice behind him  making her curious and him furious,

"Mommie, mommie, help me I feel cranky and lanky." It was Aarish, mimicking.

"Hey beautiful." He winked at Fariqa, winning him a punch in his arm.

"Ouch! Look at all the violence that has been happening on poor me." He sniffed and strode towards her, engulfing her in a bear hug. He sat on the seat next to her.

"What Happened." She asked.

"This idiot, lunatic, maniac....." Wajahat was cut short by Aarish.

"Hey hey cool down brother, we all know you well, nobody asked for your nick names." He said taking an apple from the bowl at front and eating a huge bite.

"Those are yours you bloody nutcase." Wajahat glowered at him.

"Now, now my boy. Someone has clearly misguided you, because mine are, charming, handsome, magnificent and... and.... well, the list goes on." He said enjoying his apple. Fariqa laughed at them.

"What the matter?"

"He is a theif." Wajahat pointed a finger towards him.

"Wajahat.....OH MY GOD..... I'M.... A .... THEIF." Aarish gasped. Wajahag just raised his eye brows at his exasperation.

"You're right I am." He shrugged, munching on the apple.

"Really!? What did you steal." Asked Arshad, he was passing by the dining hall searching for Fariqa when he heard Aarish's exclaiming.

"I don't know uncle." He said with a face which could succeed fooling a devil.

"He stole my pen drive, it has all the important details of my up coming projects and illustrations of..." Wajahat said gritting his teeth.

"Is it true!?" Asked Fariqa, happy at the news.

"Masha Allah, bravo, you've done what I couldn't do." Ashraf patted his back. Aarish raised his collars. Wajahat huffed.

"As a reward I'll bake you cup cakes." Said Fariqa, making Aarish drool.

"Wow!!" He rubbed his palms together.

"We might have had a chat competition if only..." Ashraf left the sentence incomplete  making Aarish frown from curiousness.

"If only what uncle!?." He was now impatient to know what might caused an hurdle between such a fun filled competiton.

"If only you would have stolen his files as well too." His sentence made Wajahat gawk with eyes wide as saucers.

"Hey, you're my parents.!" He said whining. But all in vain.

"Aarish buddy I'm serious, I need it bad. Its very important I can't work without it."

"That's why I stole it bro."He smirked.

"What is your problem!?" Wajahat asked annoyed.

"Your schedule." Came an answer from all three of them.

"What's wrong with it!?" He was confused.

"Mark my words Wajahat.  If you start that new project I'll kick you out of the house." Fariqa threatened. Aarish muffled a laugh. Wajahat glared at him making him raise his hands in surrender.

"Dad!" He looked at him seeking for his help. But found him raising his hands in surrender. He sighed feeling helpless.

Hi lovely peoples.

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My darlings I'm sorry for all those grammatical errors and silly spelling mistakes I'm in a hurry so hopefully I'll edit it later.

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