Naintara Siddiqui is a 24-year-old woman, who is bold and straightforward from the outside yet so fragile and sensitive from the inside. She's been suffering for 11 years and her only motive is to take revenge on Kamran Malik for his ill doings and...
(n.) An immense ache for nothing and everything all at once; an anguish from the bottom of the heart
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The flight had just landed. All the passengers collected their luggage and rushed home to see their loved ones. A boy among them also collected his stuff and paced toward the airport's exit where a car had been waiting for him for an hour. It was his friend who was there to pick him up. When he saw his friend, he ran and engulfed him in a brotherly hug.
"Kaisa hai yar Mustafa?" Zaviyaar asked him while breaking the hug.
"Theek hun, tum sunao? Kaisa lag raha hai itnay salun bad wapis Pakistan aa kar?" Mustafa asked him, replying.
"Buhut pur sukon mehsos kar rha hun yar. Itnay arsay k bad wapis ghar aya hun." Zaviyaar replied to his friend's question while dragging his suitcases to put them in the car's trunk.
"La yar mai rakh deta hun!" Mustafa said as he took the bags from Zaviyaar's hands.
"Chal yar jaldi ghar chalen." Zaviyaar remarked excitedly, impatient to meet his family and see their reactions.
"Han han chal." Both the men sat in the car and Mustafa drove towards their destination. They played some music while chitchatting on their way home.
"Kisi ko btaya tou nahi na, k mai araha hun?" Zaviyaar asked to ensure his surprise didn't go in vain but was relieved by Mustafa's reply.
"Bilkul bhi nahi." Mustafa said.
After that both of them were silent, just listening to music and enjoying the moment. For a moment his mind went to her and he was squealing in glee that he'd be able to see her now, after the years of wait. There was a constant smile on his lips.
Yesterday he talked with his sister and she asked him about his arrival. What he told her was 'There is a 6-month last semester left. After that, I'll be free and come back.' she was quite upset to know that.
That's why he had called his friend to pick him up from the airport and not to tell anybody. He sighed looking at his surroundings. 'A lot of things have been changed in these years.' He thought to himself while gazing at the developed roads and modern buildings of Islamabad.
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The car was stopped infront of the huge mansion, which stood tall and strong in all its glory. The boy came out of the passenger seat and looked at the beautiful house of his. The shiny nameplate showed 'DURRANI MANSION'.
"Acha yar mai chalta hun." Mustafa spoke from behind, drawing his attention towards him.
"Andar nahi aao gey?" Zaviyaar asked his friend, inviting him.
