After they enter their room. Harisa went to change into a night dress. She did her skin routine and kissed the brownie on his head, who was sleeping. She went and lay on her side of the bed.
"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked her, standing at her side of the bed, towering over her.
"I am not." She closed her eyes.
"Yes, you are."
"I am tired. I want to sleep." She speaks, irritated by him.
"No, you won't." He peeled the blanket from her.
"What is your problem?" She glares at him sitting on the bed. He sat in front of her.
"You are my problem."
"I know that very well thanks for enlightening me."
"Harisa yesterday everything was fine between us. What happened now?" He was confused by her behaviour.
"What happened now?" she gritted her teeth in annoyance.
"One day I went to my parent's house, and you started giving gifts to the girls." She poked her finger on his chest. "Not any girl, but Sana, you know very well how much she hates me than also you did this." She gulps a lump in her throat. " I know we both were forced into this marriage but you won't disrespect me like this. If you want to be with her. I don't have any problem, but divorce me first. I am not a fan of polygamy, nor will I tolerate you having a mistress." She took a deep breath to control her emotions. She does not want to cry in front of him.
Abbas was shocked to hear her.
"You don't have any problem if I am with anyone? And you are fine with divorcing me." His jaw clenched.
"You only listen to this."
"No, I listen to everything every word you say, and I now know very well if leaving me is this easy for you, that means you never consider me as your husband." He stood up and went to his side. "For your kind information, I didn't give any gifts to any girl, not even Sana."
"She told me Abbas gave me the bracelet." Harisa went towards the dressing table, picked up the bracelet, and showed him.
"I bought this for you. I kept it on the table when I came from the office to get ready for the party. She came into our room and wore the bracelet when I was inside the closet. When I saw that she was wearing the bracelet, I snatched it from her and gave it to the maid as it was useless as she already wore it, and I didn't want you to wear a second-hand thing."
She looked into his eyes to search for any lie. He was telling the truth.
"Harisa one thing I can guarantee you is my loyalty towards you and this marriage." He lay down on the bed, closing his eyes and ignoring her.
She felt guilty for speaking about divorce to him.
Juveria smiled, staring at the moon, remembering about today's incident.
She was at the restaurant for a client meeting, and while walking out, she bumped into someone. Balancing herself.
"I am sorry" Both speak at the same time.
"What are you doing here?" Farhaan asked her.
"I work here as a part-time waitress." She smiled sarcastically at him.
He laughs at her. "I want to know more about you."
"Huh?" She looked at him, confused.
"I don't like hiding around the bush. I like you and I want to know about you. If you say yes I will send my parents to your house for our marriage."
"Marriage?" She looked at him shocked.
"Yes. I don't believe in dating. We can know each other in the presence of Mehram. If you are sure about me we can get married."
For the first time in her life, she was speechless. Many guys have approached her for dating. She said no because she didn't want to indulge in a haram relationship. She was looking for someone just like her who wanted things halal between them.
Looking at her, Farhaan decided to ease her situation.
"Take your time I will wait for your decision."
Juveria thanks Allah s.w.t for sending him in her life. She prayed if they were meant to be, then they united most beautifully.
Junaid opened the box, which consisted of their memories.
He picks up the chocolate wrapper.
"Feel blessed, Chashmish. I don't share my chocolate with anyone, but I am sharing it with you because you own my heart."
He smiles, remembering her words.
He picks up the pen.
"Why the hell it is not working?" He glares at the pen he needs to complete his assignment.
"Here take my pen"
He picked up the dry rose.
"A beautiful rose for the owner of my heart."
He picks up the two velvet boxes. One box was given by Mariam and the other he purchased for her.
Looking at both the rings a lone tear fell from his eyes.
"You deserve someone better, not me." He whispers at the ring
"I am so sorry for hurting you but this is best for you. I want to see you happy. You deserve the best and I am not worthy of you."
It was the time of tahajud. Mariam raises her hand in front of her lord.
"Ya Rab please ease my pain. Ya Rehman Ya Rahim have mercy on me. She promised that she won't ask him in her prayer anymore but a whisper was heard in the silent room. Ya Qadir, if you have placed him in my heart, place him in my destiny too."
At the same time, someone else was crying in his room, asking for her happiness in front of his creator. Tears were running down on Junaid face.
The two broken souls were sitting in front of their lords. One was asking for him, and the other was asking for her happiness.
I think weapons are down for both Abbas and Junaid.
Your favourite Sana is so nice, isn't she?
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Humor"What are you doing? Over here", Laiba glared at Abbas, who was busy with his phone. "Ammi, I am responding to an important client" Abbas said, getting annoyed. "Go and sit beside Mariya" He scowls at his mother. "You agreed to this marriage, did...
