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11.

Juman was gazing the ceiling whole night, she didn't her sleeping pills so could not sleep well. Soon the morning arrived making her sigh. She stood up doing her morning routine, wearing Zumra's extra pair of Pjms she marched out of the room. Only to bump with Him. He was sweating like he ran miles. His breathes were heavier. Their eyes met, clashing their heart beats. He gave a positive cheeky smile. "Good morning"

"Good morning Aurad" she said tasting his name with her tongue. That sounded so sensual to him.

She scanned him from toe to head. He was in his track suit, which was hugging him like his second skin as he was sweating tons.

He smirked as she was checking him out.
"I know i am dashing!" He said smirking making Zumra laugh her heart out. Juman rolled her eyes and pushed him aside. Aurad's jaw dropped to ground.

"Apse milne apke baba aaye h" Zumra informed Juman. Juman went downstairs and saw her father talking to Aurad's mother. Seems like they knew each other.

"Juman.. my Princess, how are you beta?" Asked his father embracing her into a hug. Afterall she was his daughter.

Her mother smiled with tears .. her eyes widened when she saw her shoulder bandages.

"Is it hurting alot?" Asked her mother with teary eyes.

"Do you care?" Juman asked with empty eyes. She was soo emotionless. Aurad's mother eyes soften at her. She understood she suffered alot.

Aurad stood behind her father at some distance, Juman's eyes snapped to him. He gave a small nod. Which worked like a magic. And she slowly wrapped her arms around her father. Her father broke into small sobs. Rumana smiled lightly, making her Juman's mother pull her into a hug.

Juman was still looking into his eyes, she raised asking is it enough. Aurad gave an assuring nod. It looked like she was a puppet, captured by him, ready to move accordingly of his snap of fingers.

"Good girl" he mouthed.

His mother and Zumar, left them for their family talks and entered kitchen to make something for them.

Here, Jahanzeb sahab was caressing her lovingly. Making her heart melt, a bit.
"Me usse jaan se mar dunga, jisne meri beti ka ye haal kiya" he said gritting his teeths.

"Dad me ... me bhot buri huna?" She asked with her emotionless face.

Her parents nodded in no.

"Toh.. toh fir uski baddua kyu sach ho rahi h? Kyu dad? Kyu .. mene toh sirf uska acha hi chaha or.. usne.. muje kahi ka nhi chora? " she asked with tears in her eyes.

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Rumana sniffed and hided her face in her auntie's chest, she caressed her head.

"Tume kabse logo ki baato se farq padne laga? Meri beti, Juman Agha Jamil apni kismat ki maalik h! Usse aese aere gere ki baato se ghabrana kabse sikh liya? Meri taqat ho tum, Juman, mera guroor ho, muje faqr h tumpe.. or inn logo ki baate? Unpe dhayan mat do.. tumara baap hena tumare sath?" He asked softly patting her head. She nodded like a kid.

Meanwhile Zumra slowly whispered, "uncle auntie aaye nastha kar lijye" she said gesturing them towards dinning.

"Apne zehmat ki beta.. " said Juman's mother.

"Koi baat nhi auntie apna hi ghar smjhiye" Zumra said smiling. Juman's mother patted her cheek, holding Rumana's hand she marched towards dinning. Juman's father kissed her forehead, "meri Juman, akeli.. kaafi h sabke liye, hena?" He said giving strength to his daughter, though he knew it was not easy to live with such pain. But still he is her father, her strength.