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As the private jet soared through the clouds, I sat back and let out a long, relieved sigh. The hum of the engines was almost soothing, a constant rhythm that seemed to match the calmness I felt. It wasn't just the luxury of the flight or the comfort of the plush seats—it was knowing that Haris was back home, taking care of Fiza.
I couldn't help but replay the conversation we had on the way to the airport. Haris had joined us in the car, and as we made our way through the city, I had finally voiced the concern that had been weighing on me.
"Haris, suno," I had started, trying to keep my voice steady, "mei jaa rhi hun aur ye dusri baar hai jab mei Fiza ko akeli chor rahi hu. Pehli baar jab wo studies ke liye gayi thi... Mei waise to reh nahi sakti unke bina, but mei ye responsibility tumhe deri hu. Tumhe uska khayal rakhna hai mere aane tak."
I had looked over at Haris, my heart heavy with the thought of leaving Fiza behind, even if only for a little while. But Haris had just smiled, that reassuring smile that always seemed to ease my worries.
"Aap tension na lo, bhabhi," he had replied with confidence. "Mei hoon na, sambhal lunga sab. Ek kharoch bhi nahi aayegi meri sherni pe."
The way he had said "bhabhi" made me blush slightly, but I couldn't resist teasing him. "Meri sherni, haa? Meko pata to lag gaya tha waise ki tum like karte ho Fiza ko." I had been about to say more when Haris interrupted, his voice firm but filled with a quiet passion.
"Like nahi, bhabhi... Ishq karte hai unse. Mohabbat hai wo meri. Zindagi bitana chahta hoon unke saath apni poori."
His words had caught me off guard, the depth of his feelings clear as day. "Ohoo," I had said with a smile, trying to lighten the moment, "tu baat itni badh gayi hai? Chalo fir, jab tak mei aau, tab tak poori pakki kar lena fir."
Haris had nodded, a sincere look in his eyes. "Ji bhabhi, shukriya."
Before I could respond, Adi had chimed in from the driver's seat, his voice playful. "Haan, tab tak hum aaye, saali sahiba ko pata lena."
Haris had laughed, a sound so genuine it filled the car with warmth. "Haan, meri jaan, mana lenge."
We had all laughed then, the moment light and filled with the promise of what was to come. It was in that laughter, that shared understanding, that I found peace. I knew Fiza was in good hands, and that was enough for me to leave with a calm heart.
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