Abraar was still in disbelief; she was indeed his fiancée. He couldn't understand why his father had never revealed the engagement to him. The shock was too much. If his father had revealed the news to him before, he wouldn't have felt like a fool today. Suddenly, a thought crept into his mind, and he couldn't help but ask it aloud in frustration.

"Bakhtu Abba ne aaj tak mujhe ye baat kyun nahi batayi?" (Why didn't Father Bakhtu ever tell me about this?), he asked, his back turned towards Bakhtu, who shrugged in response.

"Shayad Khan ko kabhi mauka na mila ho..." (Maybe Khan never got the chance...), Bakhtu trailed off, contemplating the situation. But this didn't excuse his actions. Abraar wasn't the type of son who would ignore his father's words. He respected his father and took his words to heart. If this was his father's last wish, then he would definitely fulfill it.

"Baat kuch aur lag rahi Bakhtu, warna Miraal hi kyun?" (It seems like there's more to the story, Bakhtu. Otherwise, why Miraal?), Abraar wondered, seeking answers. Bakhtu remained quiet, unable to provide answers to any of his questions. But he affirmed him, "Khan Miraal bibi kaafi shareef ladki hai, acche ghar ki lagti hain. Shayad isliye Bade Sahab ne unko aapke liye mukhatib kiya hoga" (Khan, Miraal is a respectable and comes from a good family. Maybe that's why Bade Sahab chose her for you).

Abraar sighed and nodded. He had no idea what kind of person Miraal was. Although he had a good impression of her, it couldn't define her entirely. They were practically strangers, and if circumstances hadn't forced her, Abraar would have never known this truth.

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"Miraal bibi," Mai called out after her. She had been in her room for a long time. From inside, Miraal answered, "Haan" (Yes).

"Khaana lag gaya hai. Aap bahar aajaiye. Khan aapka intezaar kar rahe hain" (The food is ready. Please come out. Khan is waiting for you), she informed Miraal. Sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest, Miraal replied, "Unko kahey maine pehle hi kha liya hai bohot, woh khud hi dinner karle" (Tell him I have already eaten a lot. Let him have dinner by himself). She didn't want to face him; she felt ashamed. The pride she had was crushed. She was basically living on his favor, his goodwill. The self-respect she had for herself crumbled before her very eyes.

She had no money, no family, and today she lost her self-respect. She couldn't face him or look into his eyes that gazed at her with pity. His eyes asked questions about the marks on her face, and she couldn't answer him. He was a complete stranger to her, and at least she had an idea of his existence, a little familiarity. But he had no inkling; she was unimportant in his life, and rightfully so. She couldn't blame anyone; it was just her bad time.

"Aa rahi hai kya woh dinner ke liye?" (Is she coming for dinner?), Khan asked as Mai entered the dining room. She shook her head and conveyed what Miraal had said. He glanced at the stairs and sighed, "Woh theek hai na?" (Is she okay?)

"Ji Khan, bas... ro rahi hai bohot" (Yes, Khan, she's crying a lot), Mai hesitantly replied. She had heard her whimpers and muffled crying. Mai was worried for her. Miraal was going to be their Khaani, for whom people had waited for years.

Khan had no woman in his life. For years, they had waited for their Khaani, and finally, she arrived. Abraar stood up immediately, but he realized that she might feel uncomfortable with him.

"Mai, aap ek kaam karein, unko kahey Khan bahar gaye hain kuch kaam se. Shayad woh aajaye" (Mai, do one thing. Let her know that Khan has gone out for some work. Maybe she'll come out), he said, standing up from the dinner table. "Magar Khan, aapne toh khaana khaaya hi nahi" (But Khan, you haven't eaten), she said in a motherly tone.

"Wapas aakar kha lunga" (I'll eat when I come back), he replied softly and left quickly. The truth was, he didn't feel hungry after the events that took place. He felt guilty for some reason, as if he were responsible for Miraal's situation. But his mind kept assuring him that it wasn't his fault; he had no idea about the engagement.

Abraar was right. When Miraal was informed that he had gone out, she agreed to have dinner. After such a long time, she was having dinner peacefully. She wondered how Zubiya was. Her mind was occupied by so many thoughts as she ate silently.

At night, she roamed in the garden. There was a single rose plant, and it made her feel peaceful. She sat beside it on the grass and closed her eyes, imagining the time when her father was alive. Sometimes they would sit in the garden as he told her stories. Her father had always been wise, and his words had shaped her into the person she is.

He had always told her, "Miraal, agar tumhe apna Shehzada mil jaye aur woh tumse sacchi mohabbat kare, tab bhi mere bete apna khudka ghar kabhi mat chodna. Kyuki ladkiyon ke paas agar apni khud ki daulat hoti hai, toh unke shauhar unki aur bhi izzat karte hain" (Miraal, even if you find your Prince charming who truly loves you, never leave your own home. Because when girls have their own wealth, their husbands respect them even more).

Only if her father knew what she went through. She had sacrificed her self-respect.

Someone cleared their throat, and Miraal looked up. She saw Abraar approaching, holding two mugs in his hands. "Coffee?" he asked. She nodded, still not meeting his eyes, as he sat beside her. They were enveloped in an awkward silence until Abraar asked her, "Aap mere saath uncomfortable mehsoos kar rahi hai kya?" (Do you feel uncomfortable with me?)

"Nahi aisa nahi hai" (No, it's not like that), she quickly denied, still not looking up. He sighed in defeat. "Miraal, aapko sharminda honey ki bilkul zaroorat nahi hai. Balki, ye baat se mujhe sharmindgi mehsoos honi chahiye ki itne saal m iss rishte se mehroom tha" (Miraal, you don't need to feel ashamed. In fact, I should feel ashamed that I was deprived of this relationship for so many years).

Miraal frowned at this, "Aap kyun sharminda ho rahe hain, meri majburi thi isliye aapse madad talab karne aayi. Warna..." (Why are you feeling ashamed? I came to seek your help out of desperation. Otherwise...)

"Accha kiya, ab meri baat sunye aap. Mere nazdeek is rishte ki ahmiyat hai. Aapke haath m mere naam ki angoothi thi itne saal, iski value m karta hu. Miraal, m iss rishtey ko nibhaana chahta hu" (You did the right thing by listening to me. This relationship holds importance to me. Your hands held the ring with my name for so many years, and I value it. Miraal, I want to fulfill this relationship).

Miraal finally raised her eyes to meet Abraar's gaze. There was sincerity and determination in his eyes that she hadn't expected. She searched for any signs of mockery or deceit but found none.

"Aap sach keh rahe hain?" (Are you telling the truth?), she asked hesitantly, her voice filled with a mix of hope and skepticism.

He nodded firmly, his expression unwavering. "Haan, Miraal. Mai yakeen dilata hu, ki agar mere Abba ne aapko mere liye mukhatib kiya hai, toh uski koi toh wajah hogi. Aur meri zimmedari hai ki main is rishte ki ahmiyat samjhu aur nibhaun" (Yes, Miraal. I assure you that if my father chose you for me, there must be a reason behind it. And it is my responsibility to understand and fulfill the importance of this relationship).

Miraal was taken aback by Abraar's genuine words. She had expected him to be resentful or at least indifferent towards the situation, but he surprised her with his willingness to embrace the engagement. His acceptance provided her with a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair.

"Par aap mere baare mein kuch bhi nahi jaante" (But you don't even know me. You know nothing about me), Miraal said, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Aisa nahi hai ke sirf Baba ki baaton ki wajeh se mai ye rishta nibhana chahta hu, Miraal sach bolu mai apne logon ko lekar bohot possessive hu, bohot imandaar. Aur mere saath koi imandaar ladki chal sakti hai aap jaisi. Mai aapke baarey m har baat jaan lunga(It is not that I want to uphold this relationship solely because of Baba's words. Meera, to tell the truth, I am a very possessive man when it comes to my people, very honest. And only an honest girl can accompany me)", he said with sincerity in his eyes, the amount of understanding and genuineness he showed made Miraal doubtful. How can he be exactly like her father had described?

She was impressed but she didn't say it out loud, " Coffee achi hai", she complimented softly. Abraar smiled and nodded indeed the coffee was good.

Abraar's smile widened, his heart warming at Miraal's soft compliment. The night sky above them was a breathtaking display of twinkling stars, each one shining with its own unique radiance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The air felt cool against their skin, a soothing respite from the weight of the day's revelations.

As they sat side by side, their faces illuminated by the moonlight, there was a sense of tranquility and possibility in the air. Abraar took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the night, the vastness of the sky that seemed to stretch infinitely above them.

Miraal, too, gazed up at the celestial canvas above. The stars seemed to twinkle with an ethereal glow, casting a gentle glow on her face. The wind played with strands of her hair, making them dance and sway in harmony with her thoughts. Her eyes, filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, reflected the shimmering stars above, mirroring the uncertainty and longing that resided within her.

Abraar toyed with the ring in his finger and realised it's significance now, the diamond ring in his palm was a replica of it. These were a pair, one belonged to him and other Miraal.

"Mai, jab Miraal namaaz padh le toh unko boley ki Khan chat par unka intezar kar rahey," he informed Mai, having come to her room only to find her praying. Mai shared with him how religious Miraal was, often spending her free time in prayer or recitation of the Quran. Perhaps she was still grieving. While conventional wisdom stated that a person shouldn't grieve for more than three days, the heart had its own timeline for healing. (Mai please inform Miraal that I am waiting for her at the terrace)

Mai nodded with a smile. Though he seldom expressed his emotions, it was evident that he cared deeply for Miraal.

Miraal, now seated on the prayer mat, knew she had to ask for Abraar's help. The house, her lifelong abode, rightfully belonged to her. It did not belong to her aunt, who had taken advantage of Miraal's naivety to claim half of it. Her father had never anticipated his untimely demise, resulting in the absence of a will. Miraal had placed her trust in her relatives to take care of the property, unaware of their deceitful intentions. She had neither signed any papers nor suspected foul play, yet her aunt had employed fraudulent means to seize control of the house.

She stood up, leaving the room and making her way to the terrace. There she spotted him, smoking with his back turned towards her, his gaze fixed on the landscape. Despite being on the fourth floor, there wasn't much to see except the cool breeze that gently caressed their skin. With determination, Miraal approached him, her voice breaking the silence, "Khan."

He turned towards her, quickly extinguishing his cigarette. She wore a yellow suit, her hair neatly tied up, and the bruises on her face nearly faded, leaving behind only slight discoloration. Miraal's gaze averted, seemingly admiring the view below, her eyes unable to meet his as he stared intently at her. From this proximity, he could truly appreciate her features, having only glimpsed them in his dreams before.

"Ji, kahiye (Yes)", he softly replied, noting how she closed her eyes momentarily, as if summoning the strength to proceed, as if she were suppressing her self-respect.

She opened her eyes and said, "Mujhe apne Baba ka ghar wapas chahiye," pausing briefly as she contemplated whether to disclose the truth. Reluctantly, she continued, "Meri chachi ke paas ghar ke saarey papers hai... Mujhe nahi pata agar woh wapas karengi bhi ya nahi." (I want my father's house back. My aunt has all the property documents... I don't know if she will return them or not.)

A heavy silence hung in the air, the sound of Miraal's pounding heart reverberating in her ears. She couldn't see Abraar's immediate reaction, but had she seen it, her nervousness would have surely dissipated. Although she felt weak, in his eyes, she exuded strength and resilience. He couldn't fathom the extent of her struggles, but her unwavering determination and self-respect left an indelible impression on him.

Abraar listened attentively, his eyes fixed on Miraal's face, absorbing every word she uttered. He sensed the vulnerability in her voice and the underlying strength that propelled her forward. The weight of her words resonated within him, emphasizing the significance of her request.

Taking a moment to process her plea, Abraar replied with empathy, " Aap ke Baba ka ghar aapka haq hai, aur yeh na-insaafi hai ke unhoney aapki ijaazat ke baghair us par kabza kar leya hai.(Miraal, I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you. Your father's house rightfully belongs to you, and it's unfair that someone else has taken control of it without your can sent)."

He paused for a moment, searching for the right words to offer her comfort. "Mai apni puri koshish karunga apki madad karne ki ( I'll do everything in my power to help you regain what is rightfully yours)"

As Abraar finished speaking, a gentle breeze swept across the terrace, causing Miraal's hair to sway delicately. She looked deeply into Abraar's eyes, filled with gratitude for his unwavering support. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken connection between them, as if their hearts were whispering a language only they could understand.

Moved by Abraar's words and touched by his genuine concern, Miraal felt a rush of emotions overwhelming her. She stepped closer to him, her trembling hand reaching out to touch his. Abraar, sensing her vulnerability, reciprocated the gesture, gently enveloping her hand with his own.

"Khan," Miraal's voice quivered slightly, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and longing, "Shukriya aapne meri bohot madad ki hai"

Abraar's gaze softened, his heart racing as he realized the depth of his own emotions. In that moment, he realized that their connection was more than just a desire to help. It was a shared understanding, an unspoken bond that held the promise of something beautiful.

"Miraal," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "Aap meri mangetar hai, mai chahta hu ke jab bhi aapko madad ki zaroorat ho toh aap bina kisi sharam ke mujhe bataye." (Miraal, you are my fiance, I want you to approach me whenever you need anything)

With a gentle, almost hesitant motion, Abraar reached into his pocket and retrieved the diamond ring he had been toying with earlier. Holding it delicately, he placed it in the palm of her hand.

"Ye anghuthi" Abraar continued, his voice barely above a whisper, " ... aapki hai aur Abraar Khan bhi aapke hai.(This ring is yours and this means that Abraar Khan is yours too)"

Miraal's eyes widened in surprise and delight, her heart fluttering with newfound emotions. She looked at the ring, glimmering in her hand, and then back at Abraar, his eyes shining with affection.

He placed the ring in her hand, but she shook her head. "Aap pehna dijiye (Help me wear it)" she insisted, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and anticipation. Miraal extended her hand towards Abraar, offering him the ring.

Abraar's eyes sparkled with joy as he understood the depth of her gesture. With a tender smile, he accepted the ring from her, his fingers brushing against hers as he gently slid it onto her finger. The diamond sparkled in the sunlight, illuminating the love that was blossoming between them.

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They arrived at her chachi's house, their expressions determined yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. The house stood imposingly, its walls exuding an aura of secrecy and greed. As they entered, the air seemed heavy with tension. Abraar noticed the hesitation in her eyes, as she stood at the door. He offered his hand, she glanced up and he gave her a reassuring look. She placed her trembling hands in his and they entered the house.

Abraar saw they were having tea at the dinner so he wasted no time and went straight to the point, addressing Miraal's chachi with a stern voice, "Iss ghar ke papers nikaley aur Miraal ke ghar ke bhi." (We have come to ask for the papers. We demand proof of Miraal's rightful ownership of the property.)

The chachi was first shocked as Khan was speaking to him but she composed herself, driven by her greed and deceit, sneered and replied, "Yeh ghar mera hai aur mai aapko woh papers kyun dikhaungi?" (This house is mine, and I have no obligation to provide any papers.)

Abraar's expression hardened, and in a sudden twist, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. The room fell silent, the chachi's eyes widened in fear, and even Zoheb, her son, trembled with apprehension.

Pointing the gun directly at the chachi's head, Abraar spoke with a cold, steely determination, "Theek hai ab aap apne papers qabr tak lejaye" (Think twice before refusing to provide the papers, as your life may be in danger.)

Fear washed over the chachi's face, her false bravado crumbling under the weight of the gun's presence. Zoheb, realizing the gravity of the situation, began frantically searching for the papers, his hands shaking.

After what felt like an eternity, Zoheb finally found the papers hidden away in a drawer. Trembling, he handed them over to Abraar, who swiftly took possession of the crucial documents.

As the tension eased, Miraal's voice quivered with a mix of hope and concern, "Zubiya kahan hai?" (Where is Zubiya?)

The chachi, her voice laced with a twisted sense of pride, revealed, "Zubiya ki shaadi karwa di Zoheb ke saath" (Zubiya is now married to Zoheb.)

Miraal's eyes widened in shock, her heart sinking at the revelation, she called out Zubiya's name. Zubiya appeared, her eyes lighting up with recognition and love. Without hesitation, she enveloped Miraal in a tight embrace, their sisterly bond shining through.

"Mere wajeh se tumhari shaadi hui? (Was this because of me?)" She asked her eyes filled with guilt, Zubiya shook her head and consoled her.

"Isme tumhari galti nahi hai, meri kismat thi (It's not your fault, it was in my fate)", but Miraal couldn't hold back her tears as she apologized. She should have helped her escape that night, Zubiya too started crying as the two hugged each other.

Abraar's voice broke the emotional silence, his tone firm and unwavering, "Ye ghar bhi toh Miraal ka hai, isse bhi khaali karey." (This house also belongs to Miraal, it should be vacated.)

The chachi's face contorted with anger and resentment, but she knew she had been defeated. Reluctantly, she nodded, realizing that the battle was lost. The house, which had been wrongfully claimed, would soon be returned to its rightful owner.

As chachi started packing her belongings Miraal announced, "Zubiya yahi rahegi, Zoheb tumhe ab faisla karna hoga apni Maa ke saath rahogey ya apni biwi ke saath (Zubiya will live here, Zoheb you have to decide whether you will live with your wife or leave with your sister)

Her gaze turned towards Zoheb, who stood there with conflicted emotions evident on his face. Zubiya, with tears streaming down her cheeks, reached out to hold Zoheb's hand, silently urging him to make a decision. It was a defining moment for him – a choice between loyalty to his mother or standing by his wife.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to Zoheb, waiting for his response. His gaze shifted between his mother and Zubiya, his mind torn between familial duty and love.

After what felt like an eternity, Zoheb mustered the courage to speak. "Zubiya, mujhe maaf karo, lekin main... main apni Maa ke saath rahna chahta hoon." (Zubiya, forgive me, but I... I want to stay with my mothet. This is the right decision for me.)

Zubiya, though visibly hurt, nodded in acceptance, acknowledging her husband's decision. With a heavy heart, she released Zoheb's hand and stepped back, giving him the freedom to make his own choices.

When they were in car, Zubiya had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Miraal glanced at her and couldn't help but feel sad for her.

Abraar wanted to speak but he didn't know how to console her, as he opened his mouth to say something his phone rang.

The person on the other side spoke and Abraar loudly scolded the person forgetting the girl sitting beside him he gave her an apologetic look, "Tum logon ne aag laganey kaise di?" (How could you let them set the fire?"

"Khair chodo mai aaraha hu... Log gaye kya waha se? (Let it be, I am coming... Have you evacuated the place?)" He asked and the other person said something making Abraar frustrated.

The call disconnected and Abraar turned to Miraal, "Saira Mahal me aag laga di kuch logon ne", he said. (Some people lit the Saira Mahal on fire)

Miraal frowned, "Konsa Mahal?" She asked and Abraar gave her a look then he remembered this place was new for her. (Which Mahal?)

"Mir Mahmood ke baarey m suna hai?" He asked and she shook her head. He started narrating her the story, "Mir Mahmood ek zaalim insaan tha, usne purey gao m dehshaat faila rakhi thi. Logon ka haq khaana, unke gharon m aag lagana aur daketi karwata tha. Pura gao pareshan tha, mai tab shayad do saal ka tha. Log usse pareshan hogaye they toh unhoney faisla karliya tha ke uss darindey ko maar kar hi chain ki saans lenge (Mir Mahmood was a cruel person who spread terror throughout the village. He would usurp people's rights, set their homes on fire, and commit robberies. The entire village was distressed. I was probably around two years old then. People had become fed up with him, and they decided to put an end to his life to finally find peace.)"

He saw the look on her face, there was fascination and a tinge of empathy as she asked him to continue, " Phir?" (Then?)

They parked outside the gate, Miraal saw a burnt palace inside. It looked extravagant but quite old, "Bees saal pehle aaj hi ke din, logon ne yaha aag lagadi thi (Exactly twenty years ago, today, people set this place on fire.)"

Miraal took in his words as she exited the car, her eyes were looking at the eerie place with curiousity as she asked another question, "Iska naam Saira kyun hai? (Why is it named Saira?)"

Abraar replied, "Mir Mahmood apni beti ko bohot chahta tha, uske liye hi ye Mahal tayyar kiya tha (Mir Mahmood loved his daughter immensely, and he built this palace for her.)"

Miraal's curiosity grew, and she leaned in closer to listen as Abraar unraveled the haunting tale, she noticed the hatred in his voice as he mentioned Mir Mahmood's name. He recounted the rumors that surrounded the place, stories of hidden treasures, vengeful spirits, and a curse that plagued the descendants of Mir Mahmood.

"The locals believe that the souls of those who suffered at the hands of Mir Mahmood still wander these halls, seeking justice and retribution," Abraar explained, his voice tinged with an air of mystery. "They say that the curse continues to cast its shadow, affecting anyone who dares to set foot in this place."

Miraal's eyes widened, her heart pounding with both fear and intrigue. The burnt ruins held a dark allure, tempting her to uncover the secrets buried within. She couldn't help but wonder what role this cursed palace might play in her own journey.

As they stepped closer to the entrance, a chill wind swept through the courtyard, causing Miraal to shiver involuntarily. She glanced at Abraar, her eyes searching for reassurance, but even he seemed affected by the eerie atmosphere.

With a deep breath, Miraal gathered her courage and whispered, "Khan, hum yaha kyun aaye hai?" (Khan, why have we come here? Is there any significance to this place for us?)

He hid a smile and whispered, "Ye jo mahal haina, bohot arsa band raha hai. Isliye yaha ... (This Mahal had remained close for almost a decade. That's why...)", he trailed off as he saw the terrified expression on her face. Abraar was holding back his laugh, when a dog barked, Miraal screamed and held his arms scared.

Abraar couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, he started laughing and she glared at him, "Mai car m baith rahi (I am sitting in the car)"

"Kyun darr gayi?" he taunted as she started walking away. She turned around and glared at him, her voice laced with confidence she answered.

"Miraal kisise nahi darti, Zubiya car m akeli hai isliye jaarahi hu mai (Miraal isn't afraid of anyone. Zubiya is alone in the car, that's why I am going)"

He smiled and nodded his head with a teasing smile, "Of course"

Abraar toyed with the ring in his finger and realised it's significance now, the diamond ring in his palm was a replica of it. These were a pair, one belonged to him and other Miraal.

"Mai, jab Miraal namaaz padh le toh unko boley ki Khan chat par unka intezar kar rahey," he informed Mai, having come to her room only to find her praying. Mai shared with him how religious Miraal was, often spending her free time in prayer or recitation of the Quran. Perhaps she was still grieving. While conventional wisdom stated that a person shouldn't grieve for more than three days, the heart had its own timeline for healing. (Mai please inform Miraal that I am waiting for her at the terrace)

Mai nodded with a smile. Though he seldom expressed his emotions, it was evident that he cared deeply for Miraal.

Miraal, now seated on the prayer mat, knew she had to ask for Abraar's help. The house, her lifelong abode, rightfully belonged to her. It did not belong to her aunt, who had taken advantage of Miraal's naivety to claim half of it. Her father had never anticipated his untimely demise, resulting in the absence of a will. Miraal had placed her trust in her relatives to take care of the property, unaware of their deceitful intentions. She had neither signed any papers nor suspected foul play, yet her aunt had employed fraudulent means to seize control of the house.

She stood up, leaving the room and making her way to the terrace. There she spotted him, smoking with his back turned towards her, his gaze fixed on the landscape. Despite being on the fourth floor, there wasn't much to see except the cool breeze that gently caressed their skin. With determination, Miraal approached him, her voice breaking the silence, "Khan."

He turned towards her, quickly extinguishing his cigarette. She wore a yellow suit, her hair neatly tied up, and the bruises on her face nearly faded, leaving behind only slight discoloration. Miraal's gaze averted, seemingly admiring the view below, her eyes unable to meet his as he stared intently at her. From this proximity, he could truly appreciate her features, having only glimpsed them in his dreams before.

"Ji, kahiye (Yes)", he softly replied, noting how she closed her eyes momentarily, as if summoning the strength to proceed, as if she were suppressing her self-respect.

She opened her eyes and said, "Mujhe apne Baba ka ghar wapas chahiye," pausing briefly as she contemplated whether to disclose the truth. Reluctantly, she continued, "Meri chachi ke paas ghar ke saarey papers hai... Mujhe nahi pata agar woh wapas karengi bhi ya nahi." (I want my father's house back. My aunt has all the property documents... I don't know if she will return them or not.)

A heavy silence hung in the air, the sound of Miraal's pounding heart reverberating in her ears. She couldn't see Abraar's immediate reaction, but had she seen it, her nervousness would have surely dissipated. Although she felt weak, in his eyes, she exuded strength and resilience. He couldn't fathom the extent of her struggles, but her unwavering determination and self-respect left an indelible impression on him.

Abraar listened attentively, his eyes fixed on Miraal's face, absorbing every word she uttered. He sensed the vulnerability in her voice and the underlying strength that propelled her forward. The weight of her words resonated within him, emphasizing the significance of her request.

Taking a moment to process her plea, Abraar replied with empathy, " Aap ke Baba ka ghar aapka haq hai, aur yeh na-insaafi hai ke unhoney aapki ijaazat ke baghair us par kabza kar leya hai.(Miraal, I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you. Your father's house rightfully belongs to you, and it's unfair that someone else has taken control of it without your can sent)."

He paused for a moment, searching for the right words to offer her comfort. "Mai apni puri koshish karunga apki madad karne ki ( I'll do everything in my power to help you regain what is rightfully yours)"

As Abraar finished speaking, a gentle breeze swept across the terrace, causing Miraal's hair to sway delicately. She looked deeply into Abraar's eyes, filled with gratitude for his unwavering support. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken connection between them, as if their hearts were whispering a language only they could understand.

Moved by Abraar's words and touched by his genuine concern, Miraal felt a rush of emotions overwhelming her. She stepped closer to him, her trembling hand reaching out to touch his. Abraar, sensing her vulnerability, reciprocated the gesture, gently enveloping her hand with his own.

"Khan," Miraal's voice quivered slightly, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and longing, "Shukriya aapne meri bohot madad ki hai"

Abraar's gaze softened, his heart racing as he realized the depth of his own emotions. In that moment, he realized that their connection was more than just a desire to help. It was a shared understanding, an unspoken bond that held the promise of something beautiful.

"Miraal," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "Aap meri mangetar hai, mai chahta hu ke jab bhi aapko madad ki zaroorat ho toh aap bina kisi sharam ke mujhe bataye." (Miraal, you are my fiance, I want you to approach me whenever you need anything)

With a gentle, almost hesitant motion, Abraar reached into his pocket and retrieved the diamond ring he had been toying with earlier. Holding it delicately, he placed it in the palm of her hand.

"Ye anghuthi" Abraar continued, his voice barely above a whisper, " ... aapki hai aur Abraar Khan bhi aapke hai.(This ring is yours and this means that Abraar Khan is yours too)"

Miraal's eyes widened in surprise and delight, her heart fluttering with newfound emotions. She looked at the ring, glimmering in her hand, and then back at Abraar, his eyes shining with affection.

He placed the ring in her hand, but she shook her head. "Aap pehna dijiye (Help me wear it)" she insisted, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and anticipation. Miraal extended her hand towards Abraar, offering him the ring.

Abraar's eyes sparkled with joy as he understood the depth of her gesture. With a tender smile, he accepted the ring from her, his fingers brushing against hers as he gently slid it onto her finger. The diamond sparkled in the sunlight, illuminating the love that was blossoming between them.

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They arrived at her chachi's house, their expressions determined yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. The house stood imposingly, its walls exuding an aura of secrecy and greed. As they entered, the air seemed heavy with tension. Abraar noticed the hesitation in her eyes, as she stood at the door. He offered his hand, she glanced up and he gave her a reassuring look. She placed her trembling hands in his and they entered the house.

Abraar saw they were having tea at the dinner so he wasted no time and went straight to the point, addressing Miraal's chachi with a stern voice, "Iss ghar ke papers nikaley aur Miraal ke ghar ke bhi." (We have come to ask for the papers. We demand proof of Miraal's rightful ownership of the property.)

The chachi was first shocked as Khan was speaking to him but she composed herself, driven by her greed and deceit, sneered and replied, "Yeh ghar mera hai aur mai aapko woh papers kyun dikhaungi?" (This house is mine, and I have no obligation to provide any papers.)

Abraar's expression hardened, and in a sudden twist, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. The room fell silent, the chachi's eyes widened in fear, and even Zoheb, her son, trembled with apprehension.

Pointing the gun directly at the chachi's head, Abraar spoke with a cold, steely determination, "Theek hai ab aap apne papers qabr tak lejaye" (Think twice before refusing to provide the papers, as your life may be in danger.)

Fear washed over the chachi's face, her false bravado crumbling under the weight of the gun's presence. Zoheb, realizing the gravity of the situation, began frantically searching for the papers, his hands shaking.

After what felt like an eternity, Zoheb finally found the papers hidden away in a drawer. Trembling, he handed them over to Abraar, who swiftly took possession of the crucial documents.

As the tension eased, Miraal's voice quivered with a mix of hope and concern, "Zubiya kahan hai?" (Where is Zubiya?)

The chachi, her voice laced with a twisted sense of pride, revealed, "Zubiya ki shaadi karwa di Zoheb ke saath" (Zubiya is now married to Zoheb.)

Miraal's eyes widened in shock, her heart sinking at the revelation, she called out Zubiya's name. Zubiya appeared, her eyes lighting up with recognition and love. Without hesitation, she enveloped Miraal in a tight embrace, their sisterly bond shining through.

"Mere wajeh se tumhari shaadi hui? (Was this because of me?)" She asked her eyes filled with guilt, Zubiya shook her head and consoled her.

"Isme tumhari galti nahi hai, meri kismat thi (It's not your fault, it was in my fate)", but Miraal couldn't hold back her tears as she apologized. She should have helped her escape that night, Zubiya too started crying as the two hugged each other.

Abraar's voice broke the emotional silence, his tone firm and unwavering, "Ye ghar bhi toh Miraal ka hai, isse bhi khaali karey." (This house also belongs to Miraal, it should be vacated.)

The chachi's face contorted with anger and resentment, but she knew she had been defeated. Reluctantly, she nodded, realizing that the battle was lost. The house, which had been wrongfully claimed, would soon be returned to its rightful owner.

As chachi started packing her belongings Miraal announced, "Zubiya yahi rahegi, Zoheb tumhe ab faisla karna hoga apni Maa ke saath rahogey ya apni biwi ke saath (Zubiya will live here, Zoheb you have to decide whether you will live with your wife or leave with your sister)

Her gaze turned towards Zoheb, who stood there with conflicted emotions evident on his face. Zubiya, with tears streaming down her cheeks, reached out to hold Zoheb's hand, silently urging him to make a decision. It was a defining moment for him – a choice between loyalty to his mother or standing by his wife.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to Zoheb, waiting for his response. His gaze shifted between his mother and Zubiya, his mind torn between familial duty and love.

After what felt like an eternity, Zoheb mustered the courage to speak. "Zubiya, mujhe maaf karo, lekin main... main apni Maa ke saath rahna chahta hoon." (Zubiya, forgive me, but I... I want to stay with my mothet. This is the right decision for me.)

Zubiya, though visibly hurt, nodded in acceptance, acknowledging her husband's decision. With a heavy heart, she released Zoheb's hand and stepped back, giving him the freedom to make his own choices.

When they were in car, Zubiya had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Miraal glanced at her and couldn't help but feel sad for her.

Abraar wanted to speak but he didn't know how to console her, as he opened his mouth to say something his phone rang.

The person on the other side spoke and Abraar loudly scolded the person forgetting the girl sitting beside him he gave her an apologetic look, "Tum logon ne aag laganey kaise di?" (How could you let them set the fire?"

"Khair chodo mai aaraha hu... Log gaye kya waha se? (Let it be, I am coming... Have you evacuated the place?)" He asked and the other person said something making Abraar frustrated.

The call disconnected and Abraar turned to Miraal, "Saira Mahal me aag laga di kuch logon ne", he said. (Some people lit the Saira Mahal on fire)

Miraal frowned, "Konsa Mahal?" She asked and Abraar gave her a look then he remembered this place was new for her. (Which Mahal?)

"Mir Mahmood ke baarey m suna hai?" He asked and she shook her head. He started narrating her the story, "Mir Mahmood ek zaalim insaan tha, usne purey gao m dehshaat faila rakhi thi. Logon ka haq khaana, unke gharon m aag lagana aur daketi karwata tha. Pura gao pareshan tha, mai tab shayad do saal ka tha. Log usse pareshan hogaye they toh unhoney faisla karliya tha ke uss darindey ko maar kar hi chain ki saans lenge (Mir Mahmood was a cruel person who spread terror throughout the village. He would usurp people's rights, set their homes on fire, and commit robberies. The entire village was distressed. I was probably around two years old then. People had become fed up with him, and they decided to put an end to his life to finally find peace.)"

He saw the look on her face, there was fascination and a tinge of empathy as she asked him to continue, " Phir?" (Then?)

They parked outside the gate, Miraal saw a burnt palace inside. It looked extravagant but quite old, "Bees saal pehle aaj hi ke din, logon ne yaha aag lagadi thi (Exactly twenty years ago, today, people set this place on fire.)"

Miraal took in his words as she exited the car, her eyes were looking at the eerie place with curiousity as she asked another question, "Iska naam Saira kyun hai? (Why is it named Saira?)"

Abraar replied, "Mir Mahmood apni beti ko bohot chahta tha, uske liye hi ye Mahal tayyar kiya tha (Mir Mahmood loved his daughter immensely, and he built this palace for her.)"

Miraal's curiosity grew, and she leaned in closer to listen as Abraar unraveled the haunting tale, she noticed the hatred in his voice as he mentioned Mir Mahmood's name. He recounted the rumors that surrounded the place, stories of hidden treasures, vengeful spirits, and a curse that plagued the descendants of Mir Mahmood.

"The locals believe that the souls of those who suffered at the hands of Mir Mahmood still wander these halls, seeking justice and retribution," Abraar explained, his voice tinged with an air of mystery. "They say that the curse continues to cast its shadow, affecting anyone who dares to set foot in this place."

Miraal's eyes widened, her heart pounding with both fear and intrigue. The burnt ruins held a dark allure, tempting her to uncover the secrets buried within. She couldn't help but wonder what role this cursed palace might play in her own journey.

As they stepped closer to the entrance, a chill wind swept through the courtyard, causing Miraal to shiver involuntarily. She glanced at Abraar, her eyes searching for reassurance, but even he seemed affected by the eerie atmosphere.

With a deep breath, Miraal gathered her courage and whispered, "Khan, hum yaha kyun aaye hai?" (Khan, why have we come here? Is there any significance to this place for us?)

He hid a smile and whispered, "Ye jo mahal haina, bohot arsa band raha hai. Isliye yaha ... (This Mahal had remained close for almost a decade. That's why...)", he trailed off as he saw the terrified expression on her face. Abraar was holding back his laugh, when a dog barked, Miraal screamed and held his arms scared.

Abraar couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, he started laughing and she glared at him, "Mai car m baith rahi (I am sitting in the car)"

"Kyun darr gayi?" he taunted as she started walking away. She turned around and glared at him, her voice laced with confidence she answered.

"Miraal kisise nahi darti, Zubiya car m akeli hai isliye jaarahi hu mai (Miraal isn't afraid of anyone. Zubiya is alone in the car, that's why I am going)"

He smiled and nodded his head with a teasing smile, "Of course"