"Ibrahim ye sab.... Kya h..." both his parents were shocked would be an understatement. They both looked at Ibrahim and Rozal in shock.
"Aslam o alaikum" Rozal greeted them nervously. Ibrahim held her hand noticing her nervousness.
"walaikum aslaam" they greeted back, not knowing what else to say.
"ammi... Mene aapko kal btaya tha na... Ki m kuch apne liye faisla lene Jaa rha hu..... Ye tha vo faisla.... Mujhe pta h aap log mujhse naraaz honge pr baba sachi agar m esse nhi krta to sab khatm hojata" Ibrahim said his voice was heavy with helplessness, both Aiman ji and Junaid ji could see that, so they decided to listen to him patiently, whatever he did wasn't something very ideal but they trust their children, if they did something like that then there would be a very serious reason.
"aao beth kr Baat krte h" Junaid ji spoke in a stern voice. Rozal was approximately died in nervousness. Last time she met them was when both she and her ammi were there for Shehnaaz's nikkah.
"ammi abbu mujhe pta h.. Humne sab esse nhi krna chahiye tha pr hum dono hi majboor the..... Agar zyada Wakt leta faisla lene m to m Rozal ko humesha ke liye kho deta..... Aap logo ko pta h iske abbu kaise h... Jb unko humare baare m pta chala tb unhone Rozal ka rishta ek business man k bete se kr diya tha iski marzi k khilaaf..... Hum dono to subah Baat krne waale the jaakr lekin unhone humare Baat krne se Pehle hi ailaan kr diya ki nikkah subah hi h.... To uss Wakt jo Hume theek laga Humne vo kia..... Ammi m bhot pyaar krta hu isse... Mene aapko disappoint kiya h bhot zyada pr abbu agar m essa nhi krta to m Rozal ko humesha k liye kho deta " his eyes were moist, he was sitting on his knees on the floor and his parents were sitting on the sofa. Rozal too was shedding tears with him, she too sat beside him on the floor infront of them.
" mera bacha..... Esse roona nhi ab bilkul bhi sab theek h.... Jo hua vo hua... Ibrahim fir bhi tumko Hume ek baar ye aab btana chahiye tha...."Aiman ji spoke and both Ibrahim and Rozal bent their heads in shame.
" ab chalo esse muh nhi banaao.... Aao gale lago dono apni ammi k... Mere bache ka nikkah hua h "With that Aiman ji hugged both of them.
Junaid ji smiled at his wife's nature but he didn't expect Danish to treat his own daughter like that.
" Rozal beta ye tumhara hi ghar h.... Kuch pareshani ho to mujhe ya kisiko bhi bol dena... Yaha sab apne hi h" Junaid ji spoke and kept his hand on both of their's head.
"Jaao ab araam karlo thoda dono..... Mentally and physically dono hi way m exhausted hoge tum dono" Aiman ji said and both Ibrahim and Rozal nodded their head.
"chalo begum" Ibrahim whispered in Rozal's ear making her blush.
"ji" with that they went into their room..
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"aapko kya lagta h... Jo Ibrahim n Kiya vo sahi kiya" Aiman ji asked her husband as its approximately 9 pm and they were sitting in their room.
"Sach kahu... To agar uski jagah m hota to shyd esse hi krta... Esse hi impulsive decision le leta.... Kyuki m bhi tumhe nhi kho sakta tha... Naa hi kho sakta hu...... Hnn jaise Ibrahim n Pehle Baat krne ka socha vo achi Baat h.... Pr situation sab ulti hogyi.... "Junaid ji explained his point of view.
" hnn.... Kaash Danish bhaisahb sun lete ek baar inki Baat pr unhone to esse hi nikkah tay kr dia "Aiman ji shook her head.
" Hairaani to Iss Baat ki h usne apni khudki beti ki khushiyo ka nhi socha....." before he could complete Aiman ji intrupted him.
