Zehra came downstairs after getting ready for the day. She entered in dining room and said salam. All mumbled replied and smiled at her. She looked towards her father who gave a nod to her. She too nodded her head and winked at him. He chuckled silently at her.
"Badi ammi give me just tea, i am not feeling well to have anything!" She said looking at her Badi ammi and made a fake innocent look.(Aunty)
"What happened dear?" Her Badi ammi asked looking worriedly at her.
"What happened to you?" There were same question but from different persons.
"Nothing much but i am not feeling good!" She said while looking at her mother from corner of the eye who was pouring tea in her cup.
Her mother looked unfazed but she knew that deep down she would be worried. She mentally smirked at her plan but kept fake innocent face in front of everyone.
"If you are not well then don't go hospital today and take rest!" Her grand father said to her.
"No dadaji (grand father) even if i want I can't take leave! Aur meri tabiyat itni kharab nahi he, aap fiqr na karen!( And my health is not that bad, don't you worry)" she said having soft expressions on her face.
"Okay, if you say so but come home if you are not feeling too well! Is that clear?" It was her Bade abba now, who said latter part in stern voice.(uncle)
One by one every men left after telling her to take rest. Specially Shaan sternly told her to call him if her health get more deteriorates.
She just nodded her head in return and suppressed her smile which was threatening to come out on her face seeing their care.
After everyone left, she kept sitting there with her head on table without having anything.
After some time she felt a hand on head combing her hair and she smiled and looked up at her mother.
"Chalo nautanki ho gai ho to ab nashta kar lo.(come on now if you are finished with your dramas then have your breakfast)" she said keeping a neutral face on which Zehra's face fell down.
"Jab tak aap mujhe maaf nahi kar deti tab tak nahi!( I won't untill you forgive me!)" she said while hugging her waist.
"Mamma please na! I won't get angry at you ever, please mamma." She said but didn't get any response from her mother.
"Mamma now I don't know how much time is left for me in this house, do you want me to have bad memories in my last moments!" She said playing her emotional card with her mother while wandering her eyes around at her home for better effects.
She looked at her mother after a while who already had tears in her eyes. She immediately went towards her and hugged her.
"Mamma i was just joking, aap mujhe maaf nahi kar rahe the is lie.(You were not forgiving me that's why)" she broke the hug and cupped her face " if you want I won't get married, what say?" She said in cheerful voice to get a smack on her arm from her mother in return.
"Ouch!" She said while rubbing the spot her mother had smacked a while ago and made a scowling face.
Her mother laughed at her antics and kissed her forehead in return which immediately made her smile.
"Chalo ab nashta kar lo.(come on have your breakfast now)" she said serving her omelette.
Her mother sat beside seat and looked at her daughter lovingly. Her daughter is a really precious.
"Tell me did you get answer of your Istikhara?" Her mother asked pouring her tea in mug.
She looked at her mother, her face showed shocked expressions and mouth hung open, her almond shaped eyes turned more wider on her question.
"I am your mother and i know everything." She said smirking at her while she was still shocked as she haven't told anyone that she is going to perform Istikhara not even Afi.
"Now tell me did you get answer?" Her mother asked her again and closed her mouth by putting a finger on her chin.
"Umm Mamma it's a yes from me." She said while lowering her face and stuffing her face with food to stop from getting flushed.
"Really?" Her mother asked and hugged her in excitement.
Her mother grinned at her and kissed her on her hair in affection.
"I will talk to your papa, dada, bade abba, means everyone and then answer them." Zehra nodded. " Do you want to say anything else?" Her mother asked looking at her.
"Mamma Actually" she said running her finger on the rim of her mug and biting her lips in nervousness.
"Mamma i want to meet him one more time." She said in one breath and raised her almond shaped eyes and her long curly lashes fluttered at her mother.
" sure beta after all you have to spent your life with him and have all right to ask your doubts. So don't hesitate." Her mother said patting her head.
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In Khan Manzil, family was having their breakfast silently when Anabiya, his mother decides to break the silence and start conversation. They never actually had this conversation after coming back from her house.
"Zahir do you like zehra? I liked her very much, she seems very kind and amazing person." She asked then starts talking by herself only.
"Yes, i liked her. She is so innocent and her family members are also very good. She also comes from very decent background." Zahir said and looked towards his son, whose ear has turned pink.
"I have to tell Zaroon you have chose very good girl." His father decides to tease him some more.
Zaroon's ears turned pink and a big smile plastered on his face, but he didn't dare to mutter a single word.
"Don't tease my son." She said and playfully smacked her husband.
"Now we have to wait for their answer only." His father said now turning back to sober.
His mother nodded at him while Zaroon just whispered small In sha allah under his breath on his thought of getting yes.After a while his father left from there and his mother came towards him.
"Zaroon i wanted to talk to you!" She said on which he nodded his head.
"Zaroon, beta till now you have been with us, now someone new will enter into your life who doesn't know anything about you or your behavior. Till now as your parents we understood what you wanted to say even before you said it. Now whatever you feel or expect from her you have to tell her. You have to express your self in front of her if you want her to understand you. Do you get my point?" She asked his son.
"Yes, Ammi i will try my best to make her comfortable and happy." He said assuring his mother with a soft smile.(Mom)
"And beta i am not only talking about Zehra, if the answer is no and you have some other girl in your life as your spouse at that time also you have to treat her with utmost respect, love and care. Because it won't be her fault that She came in to your life except Zehra." She said trying to show him another point if the answer is negative.(Dear)
His heart pinched at this point but he kept his composure calm and usual in front of his mother.
"Ammi, aap fiqr na karen koi bhi ladki jo meri biwi hogi uski me puri puri izzat karunga aur aapko kabhi shikayat ka mauka nahi dunga.( Mom, don't worry whoever will be my wife i will respect her a lot and won't give you chance for complain.)He said while assuring her with his words but his insides was full with negativity now.
He left after bidding bye to his mother and walked towards his car and started to drive. While driving his mind drifted off to the conversation he had with his mother and with her. She was like a soft cool breeze in hot summer weather. He opened his car window due to feeling suffocation with his own thoughts. The hot breeze swirled across his sharp featured handsome face but sun failed to act on his monolid eyes due to his Dior shades which was concealing his dark, intense, charcoal eyes from the world. His long manly fingers tapping steering of his car as he waited at traffic signal lost in his thoughts away from the chaotic world which was buzzing around him,blaring of horns and loud noises.
When he felt a hand tapping on his shoulder and he traveled back to the world working around him. He came face to face with a old looking emaciated man holding stick on one of his hand with a slightly stooping spinal cord. He didn't ask anything and it was not needed an explanation to tell him that the person standing in front of him was hungry from days. Old person's clothes were looking quite clean and looked from his appearance that he came from a good family background. Before he could say or ask anything,the traffic signal turned green and blaring of horns increased as the vehicle riders behind him looked in much hurry. But he just can't leave this old man like that in need when Almighty has chose him for this work.
He parked his car to a side giving a way to the hurried vehicle riders and came out of his car. He came towards the old man and support him with his arms and made him sit down on foot path and he took sit beside him. He conversed with a old man for a long time and after around few minutes he took out his black leather wallet and took out few rupees notes and handed it to old man. Old man holded his hand and cried putting his head on conjoined hands but he shook his head straightened his head while putting his hand on old man's shoulders.
"Allah tumhe duniya ki har khushi ata farmaye aur dono jahan me kamyabi de.( May allah give you all the happiness of world and give you success in both worlds.)" The words left from old man's mouth and Dua from the bottom of heart for someone else is the most acceptable form of Dua.(Prayer)
He smiled at old man and old man patted Zaroon's head with his wrinkled hands.After passing his card to old man he left from there with a content smile.
On the other side of road Shaan was standing leaning on his car,due to punctured tire of his car and witnessed whole scenario. He greened at the sight of disappearance of his car. Now his heart was content with her sister's choice.
May be this is why his car has punctured in the middle of the road to witness this side of Zaroon and to calm down his worries for his sister.
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