THE END OF LOVE

"The End Of Love" (part 03)

EPISODE 03

"Oh, alright. I understand. I'll make the payment, no problem," Suleiman said, nodding in agreement. He took out his ATM card from his wallet and made the payment, handing the bill to Saad, who was standing behind him. As the three of them sat in the car, an awkward silence fell over them, each feeling embarrassed. Laiba dropped both of them at their homes and then headed home herself. On the way, her phone rang, and she answered, "Yes, Mom, I'm on my way."

"Hurry up, Aunt Bareerah is here," her mother said excitedly, causing Laiba to hit the brakes involuntarily. She stared ahead blankly for a moment before replying, "Okay, I'm coming." Her heart was pounding. She stopped the car in front of the house and sat there for a moment before going inside, where everyone was sitting in the lounge, looking cheerful.

"Come, dear, sit here. I need to talk to you," her aunt said, calling her over. After the usual greetings, she got to the point. "I talked to your parents about you and Hammad. I want to know your opinion," she said gently.

"Auntie, I want to continue my studies..." Laiba began, but her aunt cut her off. "Oh, my dear, we have already decided. You can continue your studies after the marriage; Hammad has no objections," she explained quickly.

"Alright, then, if that's what you all think is best," Laiba replied, knowing she had no real reason to refuse, and she respected her aunt too much to argue. After her acceptance, Ulfat Begum was overjoyed, as her nephew was about to become her son-in-law.

He was sitting in his power seat, dressed formally, his hair gelled back, and his face stern. He looked better than most other men. Leaning back in his seat, he seemed deep in thought.

"May I come in?" The voice startled him. Without looking up, he nodded.

"Yes, come in," he said. Yawar, looking worried, entered.

"Sit down, Mr. Yawar," his tone was flat, and there was a glint in his eyes. Yawar sat down.

"Mr. Yawar, how much did you embezzle?" he asked sternly.

"No, no, Mr. Hammad, I didn't do anything," Yawar stammered.

Hammad placed some papers in front of him. "Did you not do this? Or are these papers lying?" he said with a cold smile.

"I don't want to see you around the office anymore. Get out now!" Hammad shouted. Yawar immediately stood up and left. Just then, Hammad's phone rang.

"Yes, Mom, is it done?" he smiled.

"Yes, she agreed. We'll proceed with the engagement on Sunday," his mother said happily.

"Alright, I'll come home early today," he said, feeling pleased that his long-held wish was about to come true.

Far away, in Sikandar's mansion, there was a lively atmosphere. Rehana was sitting beside Hina, Sikandar Usman and Ali Usman were engrossed in conversation.

"Why don't you open a branch of your business in Pakistan?" Sikandar Usman suggested while eating.

"I would love to, but I can't manage everything alone. If only I had a son, he would have been my right hand today," Ali Usman said, missing his son who had passed away in childhood.

"Well, you can find a good match for Samreen and involve your son-in-law in the business," Sikandar suggested, looking at Ali.

Suleiman, sitting beside Samreen, felt his breath catch. Samreen, lost in her thoughts, didn't seem to care whom she married anymore.

After dinner, it was time for dessert. Hina signaled Sikandar, and he nodded.

"So, Ali Usman, will you grant us the honor of making your family's light the light of our home?" Sikandar asked, causing Suleiman to feel a lump in his throat. He didn't like Samreen; he knew what kind of girls lived next door, having witnessed it over the years.