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Anyone who listened to the song "Zara Zara behekta hai"?
It is one of my favorite ♥️

And "baari" by Bilal Saeed is love♥️
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I was accepting him, slowly but I was trying my best. Although I had no reason to, but still I was willing to give him a chance. he never gave me a single reason to forgive and forget about his previous harsh behavior. I was trying my best to forget about everything happened in the past, and move on. But how?

I was sitting in the university's cafeteria as the driver didn't come to pick me up yet. Haya said she was not feeling well, so she didn't attend the lecture, and so here I was waiting for the driver.

' Assalamualaikum, Noor bibi!' someone said from behind, which made me to turn my head and look up, only to find Fuzail Shaikh, standing there, smiling.

What the hell! How dare he to come here again! Was the rukhsati not enough for him? He was surely dangerous.

' ap yaha Kia kerrahe hai?' I asked in a sharp tone as I stood up from the bench with wild eyes. He was the reason, Meri rukhsati Arman ke sath jaldi Hui! How can I forget?

(What are you doing here?)

' itna ghussa? Mai to sirf apse ma'azerat kerne aya tha!' He came and stood two feet away from me.

( So angry? I just came here to apologize!)

' which apology? Huh?' I crossed my arms around my chest and said, in acidic voice.

' mujhe apse badtameezi nahi kerni chahiye thi, and I am sorry for the calls too.' he told, but I didn't see an ounce of remorse in his eyes.

( I shouldn't have misbehaved with you)

' I will do anything to gain your forgiveness.' he said stepping closer to me, when he knew I was not going to say anything.

The whole cafeteria was deserted, which gave him a plus.

' shaikh sahab, ap mere samne kabhi nahi aiyega. Maybe this can help me forgive you.' I said with no emotions.

(Never come in front of me again)

I had to make him leave quickly, I didn't want anyone to see me with him, because if someone sees me with him, I will be prohibited to leave Haveli. Which was not good for me.

He gave me confused look, then nodded in understanding.

He was serious? Was he really going to leave and never come back? Was it this easy?

He looked behind me for a couple of seconds with narrowed eyes, then again fixed his eyes back to me.

' Allah Hafiz, Noor bibi.' he said taking a step back. And then with a last glance at me, he fully turned around and left.

I sighed in relief. He was gone.
But he left with no arguments? Was he really sorry? Was he really going to leave us alone? But why?

As I turned around, I saw driver coming my way. He saw us talking? Please no.

It was not, that I wanted to hide this encounter, but he came here to apologise and he left, and promised to never come back, so it was better that I do not discuss it with anyone, I never want to live in the four walls of Haveli, if anyone gets to know about it.

' chalain baji?' the driver asked politely.

(Shall we go?)

I nodded and picked up my bag from the bench, and started following him.

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After reaching Haveli, I straight went to my room to freshen up, and came back down for lunch. As everyone had their lunch already, so I was eating alone, with Aamina with a cup of tea giving me company.

' api ap aagai?' Azan's chirpy voice made me to look up from my plate.

' jee. Mai aagai! You had your lunch?' I kissed his cheek and made him sit on my lap.

(Yes. I just came)

' jee api. Aamina api ne khud mujhe khilaya.' Azan nodded and pointed at Aamina who gave him a cheeky smile.

(Yes. Aamina herself made me eat)

' acha, wah! Ab batao aj school Mai Kiya hua tha?' I continued eating, while talking to him.

(Oh. Wow. Now tell me what happened today in school?)

He started telling me about his day, whereas I got lost in today's incident.

Should I really believe him? Will he never come back? Fuzail Shaikh actually apologized to me! Maybe he realized and was gone for good. I guess I was just exaggerating too much. Maybe he was sorry after all.

' when Arman Bhai is going to come?' Azaan asked in a low voice.

' Kal aarahe hain! Why are you asking?' I asked confused.

( He is coming tomorrow)

' phir ap unke sath soingi?' Azan question instead of replying, with a sad face.

(Then you'll sleep with him?)

I looked at him unsure. Then glanced at Aamina who was quietly sipping on her tea.

' ap mere sath phir nahi soingi na? Mujhe apke baghair neend nahi aati. Mujhe apke pass Sona hai hamesha.' he confessed, with teary eyes and small voice.

(You'll not sleep with me then? I can't sleep without you. I always want to sleep with you)

'Azan you're a big boy na? You're my brave bacha (kid). You have to sleep alone from now on. Agar kuch ho to ap mere pass ajana, but you at least have to try.'

(If something happens, you come to me)

He just nodded, as I wiped his tears.

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Baray abbu was discharged the very next day Arman called one week ago. He had a strick diet to maintain and medicines to take at times. I and everyone was trying their best to do that.

It was late at night, after giving baray abbu his tea, I went to our room.

As Azaan already slept, in his room, so here I was getting myself ready for bed.

I changed into a plain t-shirt and pyjama then came out of the bathroom.

I headed to the bed, when the door opened, revealing Arman in his infamous black suit.

He looked disheveled. With red piercing eyes, and messy hairs, he entered inside and locked the door.

Okay.

' Assalamualaikum.' I said unsure. The way he was glaring at me, it looked as if he's ready to kill me.

He didn't reply. And his glares got more intense. I am dead. Arman took steps forward, came and stood just in front of me. With shallow breathing, I looked at him doubtfully.

'aap--.' He grabbed my arms and spoke in.

(You--.)

' keep your mouth shut, agar ye raat or mushkilaat Mai nahi guzarni.' he menaced, and before I could even understand what he said, he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

(If you don't want to spend this night with more difficulties)

When we reached the bed, finally the protests kicked in. He threw me on the bed, and hovered over me.

I tried to get up from under him, but he was pinning me down. And my hands were already above my head, as he held them in place with his one hand.

Arman grabbed my jaw in his harsh grip, and made me look up at him in the eyes.

' mujhe dard horaha hai.' I tried to speak as clearly as I could, as he had a very strong hold on my jaw.

( I am getting hurt)

' abhi se dard ho raha hai. Puri raat kese guzaro gi?' he spoke dangerously close to my face. At this time he looked frightening.

( You're feeling pain right now, what are you going to do the whole night?)

What he said made me forget the pain in my jaw.

He was cruel. And it will never change. A week back on phone, he was just facading. It was a mere facade. He was never going to change.

' aap esa kiu kerrahe Hain?' I dared to ask with my jaw still in his hold.

( Why are you doing this?)

' Mai esa kiu kerraha hu?, yeh sab Fuzail Shaikh se Milne se pehle sochna chahiye tha.' his hold on my jaw and hands tightened, which made me to cry out in pain, but I looked at him in disbelief.

(Why I am doing this? You should have thought of it before meeting Fuzail Shaikh)

' Mai nahi mili unse.' he knew I was lying, and it was confirmed when he left my jaw and started undoing his tie.

Getting a hold of his tie, he tied my hands above my head and got up from above me.

' abhi bhi agar tum Sach bolti to shayad Mai tumhe chor bhi deta. But ab nahi.' he started unbuttoning his shirt looking directly down at me, where I was laying, trying to ease the pain on my jaw with moving it carefully.
' I really need to teach you a lesson.'

(If you have spoken the truth right now, i would have considered it, but not now)

' believe me Maine unko nahi bulaya.' I tried to get up but failed miserably.

( I didn't call him)

' Noor, mujhe pata hai ke wo khud Aya tha.' I looked up at him confused and angry

(I know that he came himself)

' jab Pata hai apko, to phir kiu kerrahe Hain yeh sab?' I sobbed. I wanted to divert his attention,

(When you know everything, then why are you doing this?)

'Noor. Don't think for a second that what I'm doing is because tumne usse baat ki. Ye mai is liye kerraha hu taake tum agli dafa mujhe Bata sako. Jo tumne is dafa nahi kiya.'

(Because you talked to him. I'm doing this so that you can at least tell me next time. That you surely didn't do this time)

He tossed his shirt on the sofa and again hovered over me.

' plea--.' he cut me in by placing his lips on mine, kissing me, harshly.

Was it really going to be like this?

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