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Omaiza wokeup the next day into the second bedroom of the outhouse. She got up disoriented trying to recall how she ended up back into the outhouse from the sunroom.
Her heart did a somersault coming to the conclusion of an answer. She tried to contain the extreme gidiness, an emotions unfamiliar to her life ridden with responsabilities and financial struggles.
She was only able to feel like this thanks to her husband, Yaman Sethi, the man who had her heart now. It only took her a day to stay affirm on the conclusion.
Her thought process haulted when she heard her parents talking in the veranda. She got up and joined them after freshning up. They were ready to relocate to their house in the village. They didn't feel comfortable living with her in-laws now.
Omaiza didn't know what to do. Yaman did reassure her he will take care of this but how was the question staring back at her now.
She hoped he had a good solution to all this. A maid came rushing in with the message that Najaf begum was calling her.
She chewed her lips in anxiousness and gave a helpless look to her parents.
"We will go on our own, the driver of Begum sahiba will drop us. You go work and join us later on."
Her father reassured her and she smiled in gratitude. Hugged her mother and her father patted her head as she headed into the main building to see what did Bari Amma wanted to discuss with her urgently.
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Yaman had to go back to the city and meet his lawyer and visit his headquarters early morning. He didn't have the time to focus on his business these days and all was on hold because of him spending time at haveli.
He drove the car on the road leading to Sethi haveli with pure delight on his face. It was hard to stay away from haveli now that his wife resided in it.
He was driving the car at a normal speed and traffic was passing by him on this two way single road of their village.
He didn't pay attention to a corolla coming in front of him as there was plenty of space for it to pass by his car. This was a regular occurence, of cars passing by each other on this road.
The car belonged to Najaf Begum's driver and they all gave his Fortuner priority anyway.
However as the cars were about to cross each other. His Fortuner swerved as he heard a loud gunshot and then the hiss and pop of his tyres.
His Fortuner swerved into the Corolla sending it tumbling in to the canal nearby.
His car didn't take a hit to flip but Corolla flipped several times until it finished into the canal upside down.
His airbag popped giving him a whiplash. It knocked his head and pushed his neck back and forth. He grunted in pain and gritted his teeth on the blunt sheer force but didn't loose consciousness.
He thought he could stand and run towards the Corolla fearing for the life of Bari ammi or Omaiza.
However, as soon as he opened the car door he fell on the road. He tried to get up feeling a trickle of blood down his face, when his neck didn't move and his back felt stiff and broken. With great difficulty he unlocked his apple watch and sent an emergency call to his manager, to Haveli and the authorities.
