Like I said, Aunt Farida had already suffered the consequences of her actions and was actually having to move into a home for the elderly. Sara's mother had been utterly humiliated by her husband and was now confined to the home before serving her daughter the ultimate entry by introducing a proposal for me personally. And there was no girl in our nation of Pakistan who could ever go against her father without good reason, and Sara didn't have one at all. Now I had to get over the hardest hurdle; and get back in touch with Khirad.
Every time Asher left the home I kept ringing to their doorbell, and every time Khirad opened the door only to see my face she would always close it, but not before I yelled out my apologies endlessly. I sent gifts to the home for their daughter Hareem who had recovered from open heart surgery not long ago…and I started sending Khirad books and notes about mathematics that I knew she had been looking for all those years ago. The fact that Ashar hadn't found me to kill me told me that Khirad had kept everything from him, so I at least had hope. And sure enough, she did open the door to me eventually after a month of trying with her. My engagement was going to take place in a few days so I had to get this done quickly.
She was far from happy with me and I didn't blame her in the slightest, but she did host me again and after everything I did to her I was pretty surprised. I had already told her about the plan as soon as it happened so there wasn't much to catch up on. But I explained everything to her from my perspective…in fact Khirad was the only person I truly confided in about everything I had put myself through for someone who was far from the person she made herself out to be. I told her about all the difficulties I had barely survived through just for her. I was angry. Khirad was angry. And her daughter had suffered an underprivileged life because of Sara's insane jealousy. I apologised to Khirad and her daughter over and over again but I also filled Khirad in on what had happened recently and that was when she got the point I was trying to make; Sara wouldn't stop. Even with the wedding that was going to go ahead Sara still hadn't stopped calling Ashar from work and their home everyday. In fact the phone kept going off non-stop the whole time I was there. And it made me more angry than I had ever felt in my entire life, even when I was getting bullied. But the phone calls didn't stop; I asked Khirad why she hadn't changed their phone numbers or disconnected the phone but she just replied bitterly that she wanted Sara to taste the rejection every single day. I asked her how Ashar was handling it and her answer didn't disappoint me; he grovelled, begged for forgiveness and tried to use his money to console her. Myself and Khirad came from pretty much the same place and to us, money was a means of survival rather than a plaything. Self-respect meant everything to us and her husband throwing copious amounts of money at her was only going to make things worse not better. And she looked just as miserable as I had felt when she asked me what I was planning to do. All I could do was look at her apologetically before I told her what I had planned. I assured her that I would keep our contact as minimum as possible to make her more comfortable. I actually thought I would have to work harder on her but I could tell that…she wanted to pull away from her own husband and using Sara's obsession with him was the only way for her.