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Arain and Zumra were shocked to see the female teacher here too. He clenched his jaw with anger and frustration, "ap hune follow kar rahi h?" The lady laughed saying, "haa bilkul facebook, Instagram, har jagah" she says winking. Making Zumra chuckle. Arain smiled and shooked his head. Zumra and the teacher shared the hug. She smiled at her favourite couple. "Wapasi kab huyi? Bataya bhi nhi" said the teacher.

"Bass 3 din phle, bss aate hi shadi ki shoppings me busy ho gyi" Zumra said blushing making her teacher smile. Arain shooked his head, "me chalta hu, you gossip queens continue please" he says playfully ans goes to his chachi and shafaq who was throwing tantrums, as she wants the same matching lehenga as mamma zumi!

They occupied a corner to share the life routine, indeed they were now in good terms. As the misunderstandings between them sought out. When her teacher revealed that she was following Arain as he resembles her late brother alot. Zumra couldn't hold back her emotions and cried buckets, not to forget blowing her nose on Arain's tie!

The two laughed at the old memories. "Apne saare functions attend karne h, or haa meri judwa bhen bhi aayegi apko usse bhi milna h" Zumra says squealing. Her teacher smiled at her childish antics even now. Indeed she was still a kid by heart. A pure heart human.

"Ofcourse, chalo ab me chalti hu" the teacher says checking the time. Zumra nodded and shared a hug. Parting their ways, Zumra gasped at the shopping bags that poor Arain was carrying all alone. "Hawww ap ye kiske bags utha rahe h, mere alwa?" She asked angrily pouting.

Arain sighed and roller his eyes. "Obviously apki shehzadi ke, meri kaha majal jo ap dono ke alawa kisi or ka kooli banu!" He says frowning. Making Zumra and Shafaq giggle. Zumra's mother chuckled at them. She sighed in relief seeing her one child settling well. While she was still insecured for Aurad. He was the toughest, stubborn and attitude holder.

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"Yeah, yeah bass aa gya me" says Jibran talking on a call. As he enters his mansion. He looked around for his fierce cat, not finding her anywhere. He goes upstairs to his room. He quickly took a bath, as he had a party to attend. Juman too was not back. Taking bath, he quickly got ready in black tee with black jacket and black jeans.

He strolls downstairs, again in search of her. When the bell rang. Sighing, he goes to unlock the door. Where he found a delivery boy, being confused he asked, "kisma parcel h?" "Jibran Agha Jamil ke liye, Dil E Dahab ma'am ne kaha tha apko hi dena h" says the delivery boy.

Jibran was first confused, but then his mind clicked that its Hyzin's little wife. He mouth oh and took the parcel which had a big note on it, "only for Rumi not for you Jallad bhai, shhhuuu away" written in her handwriting.

Jibran chuckled, locking the door back. He now called her, "Rumana, parcel h tumare liye" while she who was hiding in Juman's room. Couldn't help but run downstairs for her parcel. He was amused to see her in black salwar kameez with no dupatta Ofcourse she didn't knew how to handle the thing.

Her eyes were red and so was her nose. While what caught his attention was a blue mark on her side forehead. Did she hit somewhere? She quickly came downstairs and took the parcel from him. He held her hand stopping her. "Ruko, ye kya hua?" He asked softly pulling her towards tracing the blue mark. She hissed.

He felt bad for her. "Woh shower lete huye per fisal gya, and the faucet..

She says looking away. "Toh aakhe khol kar kiya karo na kaam" he says in duh tone. "Aankho me shampoo chala gya, lekin baalo se egg ki smell nhi gyi!" She says gritting her teeths. All ready to cry. Jibran's eyes widened, he wanted to laugh, as it was funny though but he controlled himself. "Let Juman come back she will help you with it, or room me drawer me ek gel her woh laga lena, it will help to heal" he says stooding her. He wanted to stay back but couldn't.

She looked at his disappearing side. Tge old Jibran would have cursed all the non living things to hurt her. But this Jibran didn't even care! She thought and gulped down the lump that formed in her throat.

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The next day, Aurad couldn't be more stressed anout the thing that he was going to see the bride for himself. He was restless and confused. Was he doing a right thing? No! He knew this now. But it was high time to take a step back or else he would not only make worse for himself but also for someone else who had nothing to do with this mess.

He was pacing back and forth in his room. He didn't feel like going to office today. Zumra peeked in his room, toddling into his room with Shafaq in her arms. They gave a cheeky smile to him making him smile. "Ab kya chahye tum logo ko?"

"Arain sir se kaho ki woh hume aaj movie dikhane le jaye" Zumra said pouting.

"No! Movie wagera apne nikkah ke baad jana" Aurad says rolling his eyes. Zumra pouted and so Shafaq. "Handsome plz na" shafaq whined cutely.

Aurad couldn't say no to her. So he took her in his arms leaving Zumra with her jaw dropped on the ground. But his mother stopped him, "aaj tum kahi nhi jaa rhe, or shaffu beta apki princess movie aa rhi h aao" she says taking shaffu in her arms.

Aurad felt more unease as she took Shafaq from him. Shafaq pouted sadly. He gave a nod to her and went upstairs. He tried his best to divert him mind but couldn't.

While here Juman was all ready to visit the old lady for the deal. She drove to hospital first donating the blood as she saw a advertisement on the television regarding the emergency. As she was about to leave the hospital she bumped to a girl. "Sorry" said the girl holding her hand. As she too donated the blood. Juman gave a small nod. But she stood there looking at the girl, as the girl couldn't walk properly. Seems like she was too weak to donate blood resulting her to faint. Juman held her calling the nurse for help.

Making the girl lay on the bed. Juman worriedly asked the doctor about her. "Ye ladki kon h? Or kya isse blood donation ke baad weakness huyi h?" She bombarded questions.

"Jii, ye ladki yaha aksar aakr blood donate karti h, jese apne kiya ek hadse ne inki zindagi hi badal di" the doctor says feeling concerned for the girl. Juman studied her face. She was a simple girl. With big specs and oily hair. Big chadar wrapped around her. "Naam kya h inka?" Asked Juman crossing her arms near her chest.

"Alizey" the doctor said and left. Juman waited there for her to be back to conscious. She sighed looked out of the window, thinking about her life. She was not missing any luxury comfort but the peace that lays in him.

Meanwhile Alizey was back to conscious, she was surprised to see herself here in the hospital. Juman's eyes snapped to her, "aram se, apko weakness h abhi" she said in a low voice.

"Koi baat nhi, hume jana h, hume der ho rahi h ya Allah" she says as she was getting late.

"Itni kya jldi h jese tumara nikkah ho, doctor ne kaha h drip complete hone ke baad jaa skti ho" Juman said in duh tone. "Nikkah nhi ladke wale aa rhe h dekhne" said Alizey in a low whisper.

"Chlo fir tume tumari manzil par chor deti h" Juman says shrugging. Alizey fixed her glasses and nodded in no. "Apko takaluf..

"I am fine, or dusro ke liye utna hi socho jitna return me milne ke chances ho" Juman says helping her to stand up. Alizey pouted. "Ap bhot straightforward h"

"Allhmdullillah" says Juman winking at her her. Alizey giggled. Soon the girls got into a small conversation and she drove to her destination.

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