A year ago.

Khizar's POV.
"Khala is breakfast...." My words stopped in my mouth as I saw her in kitchen.

She turned to me and we just looked at each other for a second then looked down.

"Khala?" I asked

"She went in her room.It was getting late so I came to help her." She answered and I nodded.

I stepped out of the kitchen and as I was about to go to khala's room I saw Rehan coming, dressed in his school uniform.

"Bhai I'm ready." He said and I nodded.

"My sons are ready." I turned on the voice and saw my khala coming.

My lips stretched into a smile. Khala came near us and I just kept looking at her.

"Ami how you do this? Every Morning how you brought a smile on Bhai's face?" Rehan asked and I smiled more while hugging khala.

"Because she's my mother." I said and she kissed my forehead.

"Isn't something burning?" Rehan asked and I smelled and we all turned to kitchen.

"Haya." Khala worriedly said and we all ran to kitchen.

"Haya you okay?" Khala asked as we stepped in the kitchen but I saw her freeze on her spot.

Her eyes were on where I was standing and she was lost in something. Khala turned off the stove as the Paratha was burned fully.

"Haya." Khala called her and she came to her senses.

"Where are you lost?" Khala asked looking at her.

"I...I was...just.." She stutter and I looked down at my watch because I was getting late.

"I'm sorry. Give me 2 minutes and I..." She was saying when khala interrupted her.

"Its okay and now go and get ready. Remaining breakfast would be done." Khala said and I get aside to give her way out.

I walked out toward my room in which I recently shifted. My room was on roof which I built a month ago. As I stepped in my room, I took my bike keys and books with my mobile and rushed out again. I reached in kitchen and saw khala making parathas. I sat next to her on ground and place my cup in front of her.

"Bhai wait for me." Rehan said as he entered.

I nodded and khala filled cups with tea and I took a sip of best tea of my life. My day was incomplete without this tea. Still I remember when I was in 5 standard since than to now the taste of tea never changed and without this tea my day was incomplete,my morning and night was incomplete. This tea was just like how I like it. The best ever.

"Amazing tea khala. I just love this tea which you make every morning." I said while taking a sip of tea.

"But I..." Khala was about to say something when Hafsa entered in kitchen.

"Ami my scarf where you kept it?" Hafsa younger daughter of my khala entered and I looked down as her hair were spread on her her shoulder and her dupatta was hanging on her other shoulder.

"Its in Haya's room." Khala replied and she walked out of the kitchen.

I start having my breakfast. I was again and again looking at watch because I was almost late for my first class.

"Thank you for best breakfast. You are an amazing cook." I said as I kissed her forehead and ran out of the kitchen.

"But I didn't....Khizar!" I heard khala's voice.

I took a step forward but then pulled myself back from bumping into Haya who was also ready to go her school.

"Bhai I'm ready." Rehan approached me and I nodded.

I gave keys to him to take bike out. I was waiting for khala to come. As I saw her coming, my lips once again spread into a smile.

"Allah Hafiz Ami." I said as I hugged her.

"Bless you son." Khala said and I smiled again.

She was the one person who can actually made me smile. I went out and start the bike and drove to Rehan's school to drop him.

I Khizar Salman,was an orphanage. I still remember the day when I lost my parents. It was my birthday. My 11th birthday. I was so happy. My house was fully decorated for a party. My parents went to buy me a gift and then they never returned. Leaving me alone, they closed their eyes. Life gave me shock but the biggest shock was when I was threw out of my own house by my own relatives to live like a beggar on the streets. I still remember the tears I shed that day. I was standing alone on the road barefoot. I was left with nothing. I had nothing my own. Actually I didn't had anything.

"Khizar." And then the voice I can never forget.

That day I got to know how angel looks like. My mother always told me stories about people who are angels, sent by Allah and that day I saw my angel, my khala.

"You okay?" She asked me and I was looking at her to recognized her.

"I'm your Suraiya khala." She said but I was still trying to recognized her.

"Come with me." She held my hand in her left hand while in her right hand she was carrying two years old Rehan.

I reached with her in her that little home which was telling its own story of poverty.

"Haya bring some water." Khala yelled while making me sit on a cot.

A girl of my age appeared with a glass of water and I drank it hurriedly. I turned to the woman who called herself my khala.

"Now tell me what happened?" Khala asked.

"Mom dad left." I cried while saying.

"I know son. I know." She said while hugging me.

"You know I and your mother were best friends. We studied together but then I got married soon and we separated. But then I got the news of their accident." Khala said and her eyes filled with tears.

"Their threw me out of my home. I'm left alone." I cried again.

"You have me." She said and I looked up.

"I'm your khala, your mother." She said and I was just listening her.

"Want to meet your new family?" Khala asked and I nodded.

"This is my son Rehan." Khala showed me that little cute baby.

He smiled looking at me and brought forward his arms to me. I looked at Khala and she nodded. I held Rehan and brought him in my lap. The first smile that day I got was because of this cute and naughty baby. Rehan.

"Haya and Hafsa." Khala called someone.

Two girls came in front of me.

"My elder daughter Haya. And this is Hafsa younger than Haya." Khala introduce them to me.

"And this is Khizar." Khala said.

Life moved on. We all were need and companions of each other. I got admission with Haya and Hafsa in the same government school. I saw with every passing second, the hardships of life,the struggle to win against them. Khala was a widow. She worked all day as a maid in houses and then at night I saw her stitching clothes. But in all this she never forgot to give me her lap where I felt the love of mother.

This small home contained on three small rooms. One was of khala and other was for the girls. The third room she gave me. Everyday when I saw her tired,ill, and weak,my heart felt hurt. I wanted to do something for her. To give her all relieve and peace.

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I stopped the bike in parking as I came out of my past. Slightly I wiped the wetness of my eyes and walked in my university. I was studying in medical college of Punjab university. I got the scholarship and I really did hard work to get this scholarship. I was in final years and was so happy that soon I was going to clear my college and then was going to join a hospital as an intern.

"Where were you?" As I stepped in the corridor my friend, my only friend Harib was standing waiting for me.

"Nothing just got late." I answered and he nodded.

We both attended our classes. I checked the time as our college overed. It was 2 of noon. I had only half an hour to reach the academy.

"Harib I'm getting late." I said and took a step to go but he held my hand and pushed me toward cafeteria.

"You are human or what? Don't you feel hungry?" He asked as he made me sit on a chair.

"Two burgers and cold drinks please." He ordered and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Harib you know I don't like to be late. And we'll be late for..." I was saying but he cut me off.

"Yes we'll be late but filling our stomach is also necessary." He said and I just sighed.

"How are the girls?" He suddenly asked while taking a bite of his burger.

"What girls?" I asked and he looked up shocked.

"Haya and Hafsa I'm talking about." He said and I shook my head.

He started again.

I thought and just keep eating. I finished my lunch and paid the bill while pulling him up with me and dragged him out to the bike.

"You are going to die a bachelor and so did you are going to do with me." He said and I shook my head and started the bike.

"Harib grow up." I said while riding toward our academy.

"Grow up? Do I still need to grow up. I'm 24 years old going to be officially doctor soon and in my whole life I didn't had a girlfriend." He said and I hide my smile.

"Is a girlfriend necessary?" I asked.

"Of course. A love one ues necessary. The one who take care of you. Thinks about you every time and your happiness mattered most to that person. But why would ypu care. You gave that one." He said but I was stuck on his words.

"What did you say? Do I have a love one?" I asked.

"N..no u mean yes your khala." He replied and I nodded.

"There is nothing like in this world. No one care about other. Everyone want their own happiness. I can't believe on such stupidity. A mother's love is enough for me." I said and stopped the bike.

We both stepped in academy. This was our part time job. For financially support me and Haya were doing jobs. Haya was doing a job of as a teacher in a private school while I worked as a tutor in this academy.  All day me and Harib took classes. The last class ended on 6 of evening.

I fall on the chair fully tired. Students went out and I was only left in room.

"Tired Mr tough." I opened my eyes on the voice.

Director of this academy was standing in front of me. I stood up.

"A little sir." I replied and he nodded.

"I must say you do very hard work." Sir said and I nodded.

"Tomorrow is off to all students but as you know sir Hashir is going so there a little farewell party tomorrow. So I want you to come." Sir said and I nodded.

"Sure sir." I said and he left.

I walked out and look around to find Harib and then sighed as I knew where he would be. Busy with female staff.

"Harib." I almost yelled his name and he in just 2 seconds was in front of me.

"Enough of talking?" I asked and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Come let's go." I said and he jumped on back seat.

"Take me your home." He said.

"Why?" I asked looking at the road.

"I'm missing tea of Haya's hand." He said and I sighed again.

"By the way have you ever tasted tea which Haya made?" He asked and I smiled.

"And have you ever tasted my khala' s tea?" I asked and he kept quiet.

We reached home and I took my bike inside home.

"Assalam-o-alikum khala." Harib said as he entered the house.

"Wasalam son." Khala replied and I went closer to her.

"Assalam-o-alikum. How are you?" I asked while taking seat next to her.

The small compound cum hall in which we spent our evenings. Khala with Rehan and Hafsa were seated there.

"Wasalam son. Go and freshen up." Khala said and I nodded.

"You sit. I'm just coming." I said to Harib and walked up to my room.

As I entered my lips stretched into a smile.. My room was fully cleaned like always. My clothes were already placed on my bed fully ironed. I got used to it. Every evening on my returning, I found my all things ready for me. My towel was hanging as always on the hanger. I took my clothes and went in washroom.

"Khala." I smilingly said as I saw bucket full of warm water.

I always used to take bath on returning home and before I could ask,I found this bucket full of water always waiting for me. I took a quick bath and changed into my other clothes. After combining my hair I rushed out of room to have a best tea.

I reached in hall and saw Harib busy with Rehan and both were arguing on something while watching TV. I took seat next to them.

"Haya bring tea beta." I heard Khala.

Soon she came out of kitchen having two cups of tea in her hands. Her head was covered with her parrot colour dupatta while her eyes were lower down..I looked away from her and fixed my eyes on TV. She served me and Harib tea and as I took a sip my eyes closed down on its taste.

"Super." I said while taking another sip.

"This tea I was talking about. My khala has her own taste." I said looking at her lovingly.

"Khizar I..." Khala tried to say but Harib interrupted her.

"Leave it khala. Khizar so coming tomorrow?" He asked and I nodded.

"I'll pick you." I said and he nodded.

Soon Harib finished his tea and bid his bye to all and left. I lay down on cot with close eyes.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" Khala asked and I opened my eyes.

"A farewell party. So I have to go. Please ironed my dress in morning." I said and she smiled.

"Your all clothes are ironed and placed in your wardrobe." Khala said and I nodded.

"Thank you. I promise when I'll become doctor I'll never let you do any work." I said as I kissed her hands.

"I know son." Khala said and I again closed my eyes.

Third person's POV.
"What are you saying Hafsa?" Hafsa's friend asked in shock.

"I'm breaking up with him." Hafsa said as she transferred mobile to her left ear.

"But you know waseem loves you so much." Her friend said from other side.

"I don't care. He has nothing to give me. Poor fellow. My dreams are so big and he can't afford them." She said and lay down,still mobile near to her ear.

"But he was asking for you. He wants to meet you." Her friend Sonia said and Hafsa made a bad face on Waseem's topic.

"Can we talk something else.? I don't want to talk about him." Hafsa said

"But..." Sonia tried to say but Hafsa cut her call.

Idiot

Poor

"What he can give me! Nothing." Hafsa said and turn off her mobile which was also a gift from waseem on her birthday.

She hide her mobile under her pillow and closed her eyes to have big dreams in which that waseem was not fit.

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This small house was filled with love. Suraiya begum and her love was enough to bound them all. Khizar considered himself so Lucky to gave a mother like her.

Haya was always quite and never be open girl of her thoughts. Khizar hardly heard her voice and Hafsa was a package of non stop talking and a cunning mind. Rehan was younger than all and the loving one. Life was moving on,with all dreams everyone had in their eyes.

When...??

A/N::Assalam-o-alikum readers

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