Filmon ki Tarah| Completed ✔️

Chapter 21 Part 2 (Ye Meri Biwi hai)

When Malik Zubair took her back to the haveli, he knew how his father would react. Their families had been enemies for years, and the rivalry ran deep, making it impossible for his father to allow her entry into the house.

"Kon hai ye ladki?" (Who is this girl?) Malik Mukhtar asked as he brought her in. His father, looking at her wedding dress, misunderstood everything and thought Malik Zubair had married her.

"Abba ye Haya hai... Mujhe dargah ke bahir mili." (Father, this is Haya... I found her outside the shrine), he replied firmly. But his father wasn't having it.

"Tumne nikah karliya?" (Did you get married?) he asked, but Malik Zubair shook his head. "Nahi Abba, ye apne nikah se bhaagi hai." (No, father, she has run away from her own wedding).

"Phir iss apne ghar par chodna tha yaha kyun lekar aaye?" (Then why did you bring her here instead of taking her back to her own home?), he asked angrily, disappointed with his son's unpredictable actions.

"Abbu iske ghar waaley naraz hai isse, ye wapas nahi jaa payegi." (Father, her family is angry with her; she won't be able to go back), Malik Zubair replied.

Malik Mukhtar sighed deeply and turned to Haya. "Beta, tumhare ghar waalon se mai baat karta hu, apni bacchi se koi zyaada der naraz nahi reh sakta." (Dear, I will talk to your family; no one can stay angry with their child for too long).

Malik Zubair laughed and told him, "Ye Murtasim Khan ki behen hai." (She is Murtasim Khan's sister).

Malik Mukhtar pushed his son out of the door. "Ye ladki yaha nahi aa sakti." (This girl cannot come here), Malik Mukhtar shouted at his son.

"Abba subah tak rehne de... Kal chali jayegi." (Father, let her stay until morning... She will leave tomorrow), Malik Zubair tried to say, but his father shook his head.

"Kis haq se isse yaha laaye ho, Qur'an padh rahey toh itna toh pata hoga ki Islam me bina koi rishtey ke aise ladkiyon ko apne ghar par nahi rakh sakte! Kis rishtey se rakhoge?" (By what right have you brought her here? If you are reading the Quran, you should know that in Islam, we cannot keep girls like her in our home without any relation! What relation will you keep her with?), he asked.

"Acchai ke rishte se." (With a relation of goodness), Malik Zubair tried to convince his father, but he laughed in his face. "Mai accha insaan nahi hu phir." (Then I am not a good person), and he closed the door on their face.

As the sun began its descent, casting a resplendent golden hue upon the world, Malik Zubair's footsteps echoed softly through the tranquil alleys leading to the dargah. With every step, his heart grew heavier, burdened by the weight of his conflicting emotions.

His gaze, filled with a longing for the woman who still held a place within his soul, shifted towards Haya, who walked beside him with an air of vulnerability and strength. He couldn't ignore the profound realization that she needed him now more than ever. A sense of sorrow enveloped him as he contemplated the path that lay ahead.

"Maulvi Sahab, meri madad kijiye," Malik Zubair beseeched the revered scholar, his voice tinged with both desperation and hope. The Maulvi's eyes, wise and understanding, met Malik Zubair's, silently acknowledging the complexity of his predicament.

"Beta, Allah humein kai raaston se insaanon se milata hai, kabhi seerat se, kabhi taqdeer se," the Maulvi's gentle words drifted through the air, weaving a tapestry of wisdom. It was a reminder that the divine orchestrates meetings between souls, sometimes through their innate nature, at other times through the hand of fate.

As the Maulvi spoke, Malik Zubair's thoughts wandered to the woman who still held his heart captive, a bittersweet ache coursing through his veins. He understood the profound impact he could have on Haya's life, offering her protection and support in her time of need.