شرر Sharar

Eighty-Five

The thing which I wanted to discuss with y'all in previous update was about Sharar's sequel and prequel.

As the story is coming to the end, many of you are asking if there will be any sequel, and my answer remained same that I don't have anything in my mind for sequel. But but but, on 9th August, I was just sitting, eating ice cream, and Sharar's sequel stared playing in my mind, and I just sat there and was just imagining it from the start to end, Dialogues, characters, everything... so, well, ab itni detailed mein ayi hai story toh aise kaise na likhu🙈 but there is a problem, I've promised Sharar's prequel too (again by your demand.) and now there is a sequel too, I don't know which to write first, and I can not write them both together, it will be too confusing for me. Khair, when sharar will end, then I will do a poll and write the story with highest vote. No need to comment right now what you want to read, I will do a poll on Sharar's last chapter, then we can discuss that. Yeah, that's it. Now you can read😁

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As the wedding function was gradually coming to an end, the hustle and bustle of guests departing created a quiet moment on the stage for Hanan and Ayat. The twinkling fairy lights and soft melody of a romantic song playing in the background set the atmosphere.

Chahaton ka mazaa, faasalon mein nahi
Aa chupa loon tumhe hauslon mein kahi
Sab se upar likha, hai tere naam ko
Khwaishon se jude silsilon mein kahi

Hanan turned towards Ayat, a warm smile on his face. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer and asked, "Intezaar karwane ki wajah jaan sakta hoon, Mrs Hanan?"

(Can I know the reason why you made me wait for so long, Mrs Hanan?)

They didn't get a chance to talk to each other because guests were coming on the stage.

Ayat's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she gave a sheepish grin, "Woh... humara blouse tight ho gaya tha, fir api ussey leke gayi alter ke liye aur fir usme itna time laga. Hum toh bas kamre main khamakha baithe rahe." Sadly, Ayat recounted all the chaos.

(That... my blouse had become tight, then api took it to the tailor for alterations and it took so much time. I was just sitting in the room for no reason.)

Hanan's eyebrows shot up in amusement, then he chuckled, his laughter melodiously blending with the soft music. "Makafat."

(Retribution,)

"What?" Ayat got confused, as she asked.

"Aur nahi toh kya. Insan bhool bhi jaye, Allah pak apne nek bando ke sath na-insafi nahi hone dete." Hanan's eyes glimmered with affection.

(What? This proves that even if humans forget, Allah does not allow injustice with His righteous servants.)

"Kya keh rahe hain aap?" This made her more confused. What is he talking about?

(What are you saying?)

"Masoom mat bano, tumhari wajah se humare nikkah wale din 2 ghante bathroom mein band tha main, ussi ki saza thi yeh." Cupping her cheek, Hanan told her.

(Don't act innocent, because of you I was locked in washroom for two hours on our nikkah. This was your punishment.)

Ayat's eyes widened as the memory resurfaced, and she burst into laughter, putting her hand over her mouth. She tried to control her laugh.