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Ab bhi aaye ho toh ehsaan hai lekin Woh qayamat jo guzarni thi guzar gayi ae dost~
Feeling extremely uneasy, Airah decided to take a walk in the backyard of the haveli, which had a view from all the rooms on the upper floor, especially Hamza's room.
Draped in a mauve-colored kurta shalwar, her black shawl covering her shoulders, Airah had tried her best to gather her damp hair into a claw clip. However, some rebellious strands fell on the sides of her face.
Her thoughts wandered everywhere, reflecting on what had happened in the evening. Releasing a sigh, she sat near the fountain in the middle of the backyard. Her eyes held decades of sorrow, and her face contorted into a serious expression. She had never thought that she would change this much.
Where was that Airah now?
She asked herself, though her inner self had been silent for ages. She missed those old carefree days, yet, at the same time, she hated them for falling for that undeserving man.
Since the day she had run from Altamash's house, she hadn't complained to Allah. Although she was thankful that He had saved her from Altamash and helped her heal her heart.
When Hamza had seen her in Quetta after a long time, he thought she had become weaker, timid, and fearful. However, Airah, if asked, would undoubtedly reply that she had never been this fearless in her whole life. She was strong and brave. Though she couldn't process anything at first seeing Hamza there, she was worried. The only fear gripping Airah was the possibility of her heart once again yearning for that foolish man. Despite her self-respect, she worried she might succumb. His presence didn't evoke joy or sorrow; it was as if her heart had turned numb.
Her dried tears haunted Airah,she longed to unleash a loud cry, letting every soul understand the depth of her pain. However, she kept her suffering silent.
Going through almost a month with that awful man was really tough for Airah. Altamash would often come home drunk, making her stay in the dressing room at night. Sometimes, when he was sober, he'd call his girlfriend, Shiza, and they'd shamelessly talk about their relationship, even getting into vulgar conversations that echoed Shiza's loud laughter over the phone.
Airah had tried her level best to avoid talking to him or being in front of him. On nights when he wouldn't return, she sought the opportunity to sleep on the bed she was deprived of in the dressing room. To her relief, he didn't touch her. She mostly stayed in that room throughout the day as well. She just didn't want to face her in-laws, who were also involved in the injustice done to her.
Over time, she had developed a bond with Allah. She would talk for hours with Him only, having no one else to confide in except Him. Though she didn't need anyone else but Him, Haya had called her multiple times, yet she intentionally didn't pick up. The Airah who used to make up excuses in front of Bijaan to avoid prayer or lied had transformed; now, she sought help from Him through prayers. Indeed, He is the best of planners and the best of friends. She knew she had to be strong.
