Haya's POV

After sleeping in a awkward posture all night I woke up with paining neck. Soothing it with my hand. I made my way towards the bathroom to be accurate 'his bathroom'

As I entered the bathroom I came to know he likes simple things with dark colours.

Putting a full stop to my thoughts I started ablution so that I can pray.

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After praying I leaned on to the french window that gave a beautiful view of the garden and porch where there were no sign of his car.

Seeing all the thing getting lighten up as the sun rises, seeing all the darkness fading away like it never existed. it gave me a hope that one day my life will be okay too.

However the darkness in my world still awaits for it's sun to shine.

Shaking my head sides ways I glanced at Noor who was asleep. Sitting by her side I brushed her hairs back but I am glad in the darkness Noor came as a moonlight to my life. I am thankful to Allah that I was there that day.

She started squinting her eyes. It was her time to wake up. I smiled seeing her small fist rubbing her eyes.

I took my hair and made a messy bun and wore my dupatta.

After she woke up completely I picked her up and went towards the washroom to wash her face up and went out to make something to eat for her.

Third POV

"Shayan are you sure .... " Ashar asked him for nth time.

"Bhai I have decided it .... let go home" Shayan said closing the door of passenger seat, waiting for Ashar to sit on the driving seat.

Ashar sighed audibly and before sitting and driving toward their home.

It took them 30 minutes to reach to their home but as Ashar parked his car in the porch. He could hear yelling from inside, leaving Shayan there and ran inside.

As he came in he saw his mother yelling at Haya.

"I told you get out of here but you have no shame. I think I have throw you out by myself" Mrs. Hassan yelled which echoed in the silent house.

By her yelling Noor got scared started crying because Haya rarely made some  loud noise. She just talked to her and that too very softly which made her afraid of loud voices  automatically.

Ashar stepped into the kitchen only to be welcomed by his fuming mother and Haya standing in a corner with Noor clutched to her neck wailing loudly.

Hurriedly he stepped in front of his mother and asked  "Ammi (mother) what happened?"

"What happened!!!! ...... I told her get out but she is not moving a inch" She seethed in anger moving her hands in air.

"Ammi she will not go anywhere..." Ashar said as he look a step back.

"I don't want her in my house" She took step furiously towards her to show her out herself but She was stopped by her son.

" Ammi ... Ammi ... stop ...." Ashar tried to pacify her mother.

"I want her out NOW" but she wanted her out at any cost.

"Ammi cool down ..... She cannot leave" Ashar said standing between his mother and Haya.

Mrs. Hassan frowned further as she glared at her son "And why is that ...???"

By this time Shayan made his way towards the kitchen listening to the voices.

Ashar's back was few inches away from Haya and he could feel a hand fisting his shirt from the back.

Shayan was still standing at the same place trying to know what is happening but most of all the baby who was crying caught his attention. He couldn't clearly see the person or the baby as Ashar was standing in front of them.

Ashar wetted his lips and started rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

One day this has to come out so why not today.

"Ashar ... Throw her out NOW" Mrs. Hassan order him.

" No I cannot ...... She is my wife" Ashar said while exhaling deeply.

Shayan who was curiously busy somehow he could take a peak of the baby got frozen by his words.

Mrs. Hassan for a moment felt like she was gonna faint but she stabilized herself by holding the kitchen counter.

Haya felt guilty standing back and putting him in a tough spot. She didn't wanted this but it was happening.

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After Ashar's confession Mrs. Hassan cursed Haya in every possible way for trapping her innocent son.

But Shayan's arrival and condition caught her off guard. Like every mother forgetting everything she started crying hugging Shayan. He was back home that too after a year and in so weak state.

Haya and Ashar moved back to the room after he told everyone that he married her.

Now Haya was sitting on sofa with Noor in her lap along with Ashar on a small distance.

After a quite sometime the silence was broken by twin sorry.

"I'm sorry ...." Haya said looking towards him through her peripheral vision

"I'm sorry....." Ashar said looking towards her through his peripheral vision.

Again a awkward silence settled in.

"I'm sorry ... How Ammi behaved ... She needs time to absorb all this" he said looking towards her who was looking down at Noor.

"No ... I understand no need to be sorry" She said like nothing happened awhile ago.

Ashar looked at her on her response, when he noticed the cut on lips and fingers on her cheeks and this time he knew what happened. He felt sorry for her

Slowly moving towards his cupboard he took out the first-aid box and sat on his feet just in front of her.

As he sat in front of her. She diverted her attention towards him who was busy applying some medicine on a cotton bud.

He slowly brought his hand up and started applying on the cut on her lip.

Just as the medicine made contact with her cut she hissed in pain and her hand automatically caught his hand to stop it.

"I'm sorry .... " Ashar apologized as he saw her pained expression.

As the pain subsided she opened her eyes and realized the hand she was holding. Immediately she let's go off his hand and moves uncomfortably on her place which he realizes and stands up to leave for his office

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The next day was same, Haya confined herself in his room. She only came out if she needed anything other than that she tried her best not to come face to face to Mrs. Hassan because she remembered the last encounter when she slapped her but it didn't hurt her because she was already immuned by her own parents.

And about Ashar he was almost invisible from her life. The only time they meet was in morning when he would get ready for office and then come late at night and slump on sofa and end up sleeping there.

Shayan was on bed rest so she didn't knew that he was back. Until today when she went to have a quick shower as Noor was sleeping. She did that many times and it was not new to her but today Noor started crying when she was about to get out.

Quickly wrapping her hair in a towel she came out.

She thought that Noor must have woken up but as she saw a figure trying to balance her in his arms. Her heart took a flip. Forgetting the towel she quickly ran. Snatching Noor out of his arms. After holding her accurately she moved her attention towards him.

"Who ?? ... Shayan!!!!" She exclaimed with wide eyes before she could ask who is he but suddenly her mind registered him throwing her back to a line of bad memories.

Before he could say anything she questioned him "Why are you here ...?" With anger in her voice.

"I wanted to .... " He said looking at the baby that she just took away from his arm.

"Please leave ...." She said taking her dupatta from the sofa and balanced it on her head as he realizes her state.

He thought he deserved it so he nodded and moved out and went back to his room.

Coming back to his room he laid on his bed and closed his eyes to make a picture in his mind how that baby looked like.

He was just passing when he saw a baby on Ashar's bed playing quietly with her small hands.

"Is she the one. Is she my daughter" He thought and started moving towards her without knowing until he was standing right beside her.

Due to his medicine he was sleeping most of time that made him forget that he wanted to see her but his heart was at peace knowing Ashar found her.

Standing there he wish he could hold her before his life ends. Only once, he wanted to feel how it feels to hold your own child. He wanted to feel that.

Carefully he tried picking her up but he felt weak to even stabilize her on his arms and making her cry in the process.

But soon she was snatched out of his arms by Haya.

"Why are you here ...?" She said but he was all focused on the little bundle of joy.

"I wanted to ....." But he stopped knowing that he didn't deserve to hold her. After what he did to her mother. He has no right. Nodding at her he came back to his room.

Laying on his bed he made a rough sketch of her. Which made him think that what if they were together how it would have been.

He shrugged his thoughts as he reminded himself that it's all over and he is responsible for that and no matter how much he says he is sorry, it will means nothing. No matter how much he regrets it, nothing will be same. He cannot bring HER back.

When he came to know he was dying and his daughter will end up alone he felt the pain and idea of his child in wrong hands forced him to come back.

He realized the pain Haniya was in from the day she left her in the hospital.

He regretted everything. He could have married her and covered it up but he just ran away just like a coward.

No matter how much he cries now not a single thing can change what he has done.

He deserved death and it was the best punishment for him that was why he was so okay to die because he deserved it.

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After coming back from his office Ashar would always check  Shayan whether he is asleep or awake. It pained him to see him dying in front of his eyes.

Like always he went back to his study and ended up sleeping there.

Haya was in his room but she never even opened a drawer. She respected his privacy. She kept all things in her suitcase knowing that soon when it's over she will have to leave.

Sleeping all night on a chair he came back to his room in the morning and started getting ready for his office.

Mean while Haya started cleaning only to make herself busy as Noor was asleep. So she started cleaning not touching things that could make him feel that she was invading his space.

After a while Ashar came out of washroom holding his shirt in hand while he was in suit pains and a sweat shirt.

Haya glanced at him then at the shirt he was holding.

Quietly she moved towards him "Do you want any help?" She asked motioning towards his shirt.

"No ... " He said and moved to take out another shirt but non of them matched with the contrast of his suit and the one's which matched were gone for washing. Haya was standing close and observing everything.

Sighing he picked up the other suit but Haya took the shirt from his hand "I will iron it" and before he could deny she was ironing his shirt.

Ashar was scared that she might burn his shirt but stopped as he saw her ironing it perfectly.

After ironing she handed him the shirt.

"Thanks ..." Ashar said.

"No thank you ......" She said denying his thanks

"For what ...??"  He said curiously.

"For believing in me ....." She said looking into his eyes.

He looked back into her eyes that held a shine of innocence at that moment he wanted to save her from the world. He wanted to protect her. She was way too innocent for the accusations people threw at her.

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