Ruhani POV
'Yu is Qadar Hamare Aansuo ki wajah na ban Aashiq,
Khuda-e-Kasam, Mohobbat-e-Ruhani ko Umr bhar tarsega'
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'Don't you become the reason for my tears O Love,
You will yearn, I swear on God, lifetime, for my Love.'***
'यू इस क़दर हमारे आंसुओ की वजह न बन आशिक़,
खुदा-ए-क़सम, मोहोब्बत-ए-रूहानी को उम्र भर तरसेगा '
My heart hurt insanely as I looked into his eyes. There were no emotions or feelings as if my family was just a delinquent already.
I didn't know how to make him understand that my family didn't betray him. We sent the letter all by ourselves to reveal that I was mute. But what was the use of voice in front of a deaf?
He had already decided to punish them rather than thinking for some time. Otherwise, he would not have called my father into the courtroom.
Honestly, I could see the hate he had for my family, as If he believed that my father was the reason behind his father's death. But, this was not true. Only I knew the cause, and never in my life could I tell it to anyone, not even my shadow.
He walked away from there without even having breakfast. Neither was I hungry for the meal, rather the impatience and the worst possibilities surrounded my brain.
I looked at Adeena and tried to tell her I wanted to meet my father. She thinned her eyebrows and looked at Saeed in confusion. A tear rolled down my eyes as I again tried the sign language.
"Father?... You want to meet your father?"
She asked.
I nodded immediately.
Her mother gave me a deadly glare, but Saeed interrupted.
"Bhabhijaan, come with me," He held my wrist and made me walk out of the dastarkhan and took me to the Royal Court.
I was stunned to see my father and Rehman Bhaijaan Standing in the middle of it with a few men present, still waiting for the Sultan.
My father turned to see me, and I couldn't stop running and landing in his comfortable hug.
"Ruhani,"
My name from his mouth sounded like heaven as he collected me in his secure hug. I sobbed silently, and he patted my head slowly, asking.
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