His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 25 ~

"Listen to 'Pal Phir bhi tumko chahunga' by Arijit Singh while reading."

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Aira, now his daughter-in-law and mindful of their shared Islamic values, took a deep breath as she prepared herself to reveal the unsettling truth about Umer to her father-in-law, Mr. Dawood. With a sense of trepidation, she spoke up, her voice steady yet tinged with concern. "Dad... there's something important I need to discuss with you about Umer."

Mr. Dawood regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Aira? What is it? Is everything alright?"

Aira's heart raced as she began to divulge what she had observed about her husband, knowing that honesty and integrity were paramount in Islam. "Umer... he's been involved in activities that are against our Islamic teachings, Dad. He drinks alcohol, and... and he's in a relationship with a woman named Kiara."

Ahmed, deeply in love with Aira, watched the conversation unfold with a mixture of concern and anguish. His heart ached for Aira as she bravely revealed the truth about Umer, knowing the potential consequences it could have on their family. Despite his own feelings for Aira, Ahmed knew that now was not the time to express his love. Instead, he remained by her side, offering silent support and solidarity as they navigated this difficult situation together. His love for Aira only strengthened his resolve to protect her and their family, upholding their Islamic values and preserving their dignity in the face of adversity.

Mr. Dawood's expression darkened as he absorbed Aira's words, his brows furrowing with concern. "Is this true?" he asked, his voice tight with emotion.

Aira nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, Dad. I've seen it myself. I couldn't keep this from you."

Mr. Dawood's jaw clenched with a mix of sadness and resolve, knowing the gravity of the situation in the context of their faith. "I trusted him," he murmured, his heart heavy with disappointment.

Aira reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm, mindful of the importance of compassion and support in Islam. "I'm sorry, Dad. I know this must be difficult to hear."

Mr. Dawood took a moment to compose himself before speaking again, "Now I'll deal with Umer myself because he has crossed his limits."

At night, Umer returned home, and Mr. Dawood called everyone to the hall for a serious discussion. As they gathered, Mr. Dawood addressed Umer directly, his tone firm and resolute. "Umer, do you drink alcohol?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.

Umer, taken aback by the accusation, quickly denied it. "No, Dad, who told you that?" he protested, his eyes darting around the room, searching for the source of the accusation. Then, his gaze landed on Aira, and his expression turned to one of anger. "Did she?" he demanded, his voice tinged with accusation.

Before Aira could respond, Umer continued, his tone growing increasingly hostile. "Dad, you know Ahmed and Aira had an affair, and they still love each other. I just found out why Aira always ignores me and sleeps in the other room."

Mr. Dawood's eyes narrowed with fury at Umer's accusation. Without a word, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap across Umer's face, the sound echoing in the silent room. The impact stunned Umer into silence, his cheek stinging from the force of the blow.

Mr. Dawood's voice was cold and filled with disappointment as he spoke, his words cutting through the tension in the room. "Enough, Umer. Your lies and accusations have gone too far. It's time you faced the consequences of your actions."

He then said, his voice heavy with disappointment, "That's not how I raised you. I taught you the importance of Islam and morality, and as my son, I'm deeply ashamed of you."