SHIDDAT (on hold and being rewritten)
#HisSeries
Two people, one soul.
Life has an unexpected way of bringing people together.
Two people who had nothing to do with each other, or so they thought.
Joined by fate but seperated by circumstances, what...
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 | شدت
Returning from the wedding where he had seen his younger brother after fifteen whole years, Asfandiyaar sat on his bed quietly.
They had decided to stay in islamabad for the night and return back to Peshawar tomorrow morning.
Naima changed out of the formal dress into a comfortable fit, her eyes focused on rubbing the soothing balm on her aging hands.
The room remained quite for the entirety of three minutes, the husband and wife duo each lost in different thoughts.
"Bachey kaafi barey hogai na shehryaar key MashaAllah sey." Naima uttered, her voice quite eyes still focused on her hands.
[ Shehryaar's kids have grown older MashaAllah.]
"Hmm..pandra saal hogai." A bitter smile on his face as he too, stared somewhere else.
[ Hmm..fifteen years have passed.]
"Apney uskey sabsey chotey bachon ko dekha? Shahzain and aleena? MashaAllah kitney lambe hogai dono." She smiled as she remembered the twins.
[ Did you see his youngest children? Shahzain and aleena? MashaAllah they have grown so tall.]
The last time she had seen them, a bitter memory.
"Aur wali..he looks exactly like Shehryaar." He said.
[ And wali..]
"And Mirha just like maira." She said excitedly, turning to face her husband.
The duo made eye contact, the expression of happiness turning into sadness as they both quietened down, remember the past fifteen years.
The day when shehryaar and his family left was not to be discussed in the haveli however everyone remembered the youngest sibling from time to time.
Naima in the back of her mind regretted what had happened that day, she herself played a major role in kicking them out. Something she had repented for infront of her God.
But Naima was the type, highly emotional and impulsive, something which was both a blessing and a curse.
"Asfand? Ek baat karni thi apsey." Naima said, turning towards her husband changing the topic completely.
