Can we just appreciate how beautiful Noor is?

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Umair's body was fiery all over. His body shook with anger as his jaws clenched. His muscles tensed as he stormed out the hospital room. His anger increased as the seconds went by. The people passing by the halls watched as the furious man walked out the hospital. His heart cried in pain, cracking into millions of pieces as the image of the baby girl he brought up breaking. They had broken her. Their hatred, their jealousy broke her completely. Like a bull locked at its target, Umair searched for his car. Parked all the way in the back of the parking lot, Umair ran. Anger and the want of revenge flowed through his veins.

Slamming the door of his car closed, once he sat down, Umair banged his hand on the steering wheel. Tears poured down his face. Quiet sobs slowly turned loud as he cried. Tears poured down, tip, tip, tip, tears fell onto his lap. "WHY?" he screamed as he continued to hit the steering wheel. Umair took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down, but it was too late as the beast within him had woken. Starting his car up, Umair reversed his car out of the parking lot. He ignored the ringing of his phone as he drove wildly. His destination was clear in his mind.

As the car stopped in front of that house. Umair sat quietly contemplating his next move. His hand clenched into a fist as the memory of Hoorain almost jumping off the bridge filled his mind. Taking a deep breath, he honked to the guards guarding at the gate of the grand mansion.

The security guard that had worked for his father, Zohib, watched in shock as Umair rolled his window down, "Umair baba?" Umair, though he was furious, spoke to the elder man in a calm and respectful tone, "Zohib Cacha, is abbu inside?" The guard sighed as he shook his head as he sighed, "They heaven't been home since the Gala on Sunday, baba" Umair nodded as he reversed his car away from the house he had grown up in. A house where he was respected, his sisters, Alina and Safia were treated like princesses, where his baby, his everything, the girl he brought up, the girl who he fed when his mother didn't was broken, torn apart and given away to a cruel man.

Umair knew where else his father could be. He drove by the bridge, the image of Hoorain standing there crossed his mind, once again his calm demure flew out the window. His phone rang again. Glancing on the other seat, NOOR, the name flashed on the screen. Umair cursed, knowing his wife had called her brother up. Umair reached for his bluetooth. The phone ran again. Exhaling, Umair picked the phone up. "Umair, do nothing stupid, tell me where you are i'm coming." Noor's worried voice filled his ear, "Im going to kill him, Mustafah, Im going to cut him into millions of pieces." With the Umair hung the phone up.

As Umair pulled into the residents of the Kareem's, his mind was filled with confusion. Anger raised within him. They had decorated the mansion with lights and roses. Loud music blared as guest walked around the yard. His eyes large and filled in rage watched as people dressed in suits and fancy dresses made their way inside the house. They're here partying while my sister lies on a hospital bed? Umair thought in disgust.

"Umair?" The voice of the woman he loathed the most made him freeze. His hands clenched in a fist and his body shook with anger. He turned around, his green eyes meeting the eyes identical to his. He watched as tears gathered up in her eyes, as a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Umair!" she exclaimed, coming closer with her arms wide open to embrace him into her arms. As she walked forward, Umair held one hand up, stopping the woman in her tracks, "Do not utter my name from your mouth, I am nothing to you." He snarled. The woman stared up at him in disbelief and in pain, "I am your mother, Umair, I gave birth to you, you're my son."

She took another step towards her son, but was once again stopped. "No mother of mine would torture her daughter to the point she wants to take her life." Zulaykha froze in fear as Umair's words reached her, "take her life?" she looked up at her son with wide eyes. "As if it matters to you." he scoffed, "here you are celebrating," He paused as he looked at his mother. "just look at you, dressed in fancy clothing, while my little sister, YOUR youngest child, is broken in a hospital bed." Tears streamed down Zulaykha's eyes.

 "Whats going on here, Zulaykha" Pain clutched Zulaykha as she heard her son call her by her name, not the name she longed to hear come out of her son's mouth. Zulaykha stayed as slight sobs rocked out of her. Sighing, Umair turned around and stormed through the front door.

He stood frozen in shock at the affair in front of. Anger raised within him, his nose flared up, Umair could feel his body heating. Umair didn't care, his eyes locked onto the hand that held each other's. The small tiny hands filled with henna clenched onto larger ones. A ring halfway through her finger as they looked up in shock at the raging man.

"I will kill you" Umair stormed up to Asad, pulling him from his collar. He punched the man right across his face. He delivered punch after punch on the man's face. "How dare you?" He punched his stomach, "How dare you!" Umair exclaimed. Asad screamed agony as Umair's spiked ring hit his face. "Bhai stop!" Alina's voice called out to him, "Please stop your hurting him!" Umair faced his sister. The duppata that covered her face filled him with rage once again. "I will deal with you later, Alina." He kneed Asad in his groin, not letting the man defend himself, His father tried pulling Umair off of Asad, but the weak Umair was gone. Umair was back, and this Umair was stronger than ever before!

"How dare you hurt Hoorain." Umair punched Asad right on his nose. Asad cried out in pain as blood poured out of Asads nose. "I should have never let you marry her, not when a man like-" Asad laughed as he clutched on to his stomach, "The man that whore-" Umair didn't let him finish the sentence as he delivered another punch to Asad, Asad groaned in pain. Umair was on top of Asad punching his face repeatedly, taking out all of anger as the cries of Hoorain filled his senses, the punches got harder.

"Umair!" Noor pulled Umair away from Asad. "Umair calmed down!" He screamed, "Hoorain is in the hospital in pain, you going to jail, will not help her, my car is outside next to yours, go sit in it." The thought of Hoorain crying because of him, helped calm Umair down. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, found the Imam's. "Imam Saab, I have raised my sister, my father has not, therefore I feel that I should have the right of being the wali of my sister." He paused as he looked at Alina in her orange and red wedding dress, "I do not allow her to marry Asad." with that Umair stormed out the house.

Noor sighed loudly as he stared at Asad in disgust. "The only reason my company agreed to help you with a loan was so you can keep Hoorain happy, you failed, now face the consequence." Noor turned to the frozen Imam, who shook his head, "Imam Saab, please come with me, I will drop you off to your location." The Imam nodded as he stood up. Asad watched with wide eyes.

Noor walked away before Asad could say another word. Pulling his phone out the pocket, he dialed a number, "Jessica, cancel all interactions with Mr. Asad Kareem and his company, NAINA will no longer be supporting them with anything". Noor rubbed his head as he sat in his driver's seat. Umair was breathing loudly as he tried to calm himself down. "You okay, bro?"

"Asad was getting married to Alina!" Noor sighed as he looked a head in disbelief.

He drove away from the house, "Where do you want me to drop you off, Imam Saab?"

"Drop me off at the masjid child." The imam's voice brought him out of his thoughts. The car stopped in front of the masjid, which was 5 minutes away from Asad Kareem's house. "Jazakallah child" The Imam smiled at Noor, then placed his hands on Umair's shoulder, "Son, us humans react to our anger roughly, just remember, that Prophet, Muhammad ﷺ when he saw two people angry at each other: "I know a word which, if he were to say it, what he feels would go away; he needs to say, 'I seek refuge with from the shaytaan,' and all his anger would go away. Have sabar, patient, when it comes to your anger and turn to Allah, he will surly help." With that, the Imam walked away.

Umair took a deep breath as he rubbed his hands over his face.

"Hoorain tried jumping off the bridge"