𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧~

8• Love is in the air.

Assalam o Alaikum.
The eight chapter is here...
Really sorry for not updating yesterday. I was REALLY busy yesterday and couldn't finish the chapter but hey, I'm here with a lovey dovey chapter but at the end of the chapter there's a surprise 😈.
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Author' POV
     Zohra was in her room folding the freshly laundered clothes when a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see Ayaan standing at the door, his face a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Ammi, busy to nahi baat karni thi aapse," he said, stepping inside.

     "Haan bolo beta," Zohra replied, setting the clothes aside. Her attention was now fully on Ayaan as he approached her. He took her hands gently and guided her to sit on the bed, then settled beside her, his expression serious yet gentle.

     "Ammi, aapko Hala kaisi lagi?" Ayaan asked, his eyes searching his mother's face for any sign of disapproval.

     Zohra smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she thought of the young woman whom her son has choosen. "Mere bete ki choice hai, achi kiun nahi lage gi, hmm? MashAllah bahut piyaari bachi hai, kush shakal aur kush mezaaj hai. Dekha nahi tha tum ne kese sab ke saath ghul mil gaye thi, mujhe to bahut pasand aayi thi." Her voice was filled with genuine affection and approval, making Ayaan's tense shoulders relax.

     Ayaan mirrored his mother's smile, but he couldn't ignore the flicker of concern in her eyes as she continued, "Lekin beta, tumhari Dadi to abhi tk nahi mili hain Hala se. Aur mujhe dar hai koi masla na khara ho jaye. Wo to waise hi tumhari shaadi Hareem se karna chahti thin."

Ayaan's face clouded with confusion. "Lekin kiun?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

     Zohra sighed softly, her expression turning serious. "Kiun ke Hareem itne saalon baad ab jaa kr ham sab ke paas ab wapas aai hai aur tum apni chachi ko to jaate ho yahan aate saath hi usne Hareem ki kisi bhi aere ghere ke saath shaadi kar waadeni hai. Isiliye bas wo pareshaan thi aur tumhaare or Hareem ke rishte ki baat kardi."

     Ayaan took a deep breath, processing his mother's words. He knew his grandmother well and understood her mindset, but he couldn't let that dictate his future. "Lekin Ammi, is ka yeh matlab to nahi na ke Dadi mujhe baali ka bakra bana den gi. Main Hala ko pasand krta hoon aur usi se shaadi karun ga. Aur rahi baat Hareem ki to, hum sab hain na yahan uske liye. Ham usko kisi bhi ghalat hathon main nahi den ge."

     Zohra's eyes softened further with pride and love for her son. She placed a hand on his cheek, her touch reassuring and tender. "Mujhe pata hai ke mera beta kabhi kisi ke saath ghalat nahi kare ga. Aur Dadi ki fikr na karo wo bhi InshAllah maan jayen gi, hmm?"

     "InshAllah," Ayaan replied with a hopeful smile, feeling a renewed sense of determination. He stood up, giving his mother a quick, affectionate kiss on the forehead before heading out of the room.

     As Zohra watched her son leave, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was proud of his resolve and his sense of responsibility, but she also knew that convincing his grandmother would not be an easy task. Still, she had faith in Ayaan and in the strength of their family bond. With a sigh, she turned back to her task, her heart a little lighter.