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Mustafa and Sharjeena sat on the road in silence after leaving their home. Sharjeena broke the silence, her voice trembling, "We left the house, Mustafa. What do we do now?" Mustafa, with tears streaming down his cheeks, replied, "I don't know. My mind hasn't been working since my family accused me of such a big thing."
Sharjeena's eyes softened with empathy as she consoled him, "Forget about what happened. We are together, and we'll figure out a way. I am with you." Mustafa held her hand tightly, his grip conveying his desperation. Sharjeena suggested, her tone gentle yet firm, "Let's go to my house for now, and then we'll figure something out together." Mustafa hesitated, his voice cracking, "How can we go there? No, Sharjeena, we can't go there."
Sharjeena's eyes widened in concern, "Why, Mustafa? That house belongs to me as well as to you too." Mustafa explained, his voice heavy with guilt, "Your parents gave you to me as a precious gift, so how can I face them when their daughter ended up in this state because of me? No, Sharjeena, I can't face them."
Sharjeena insisted, her voice rising slightly in urgency, "But we can't spend the night on the road." Mustafa decided, determination creeping into his voice, "Let me do something." He took out his phone and called one of his friends. A couple of minutes later, his friend Ahmed arrived, his face etched with concern. "What happened to you guys?" Ahmed asked, his voice filled with worry. Mustafa replied, his voice low and strained, "We left the house and need a place to stay."
Ahmed inquired, his brows furrowed, "Why?" Mustafa responded, his tone edged with frustration, "Don't ask questions but give suggestions on what to do now." Ahmed thought for a moment, his face contemplative, then said, "We're in the middle of the month, and house owners won't give rent too easily." Then Ahmed suggested, his voice carrying a hint of hope, "I have an idea. My cousin has a building. Maybe he can help us."
Sharjeena and Mustafa felt a spark of hope ignite within them. Ahmed talked over the phone but looked disappointed as he hung up. "My cousin said he can't do anything, yaar. All his flats are full now. But he mentioned an abandoned half-flat on the roof, which is unfit for staying," Ahmed said, his voice tinged with regret.
Sharjeena says, "We can manage."
Mustafa's face was etched with worry. "How can we manage to stay on the roof?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Sharjeena, ever the optimist, gave him a reassuring smile. "The roof is a better option than the road," she said confidently.
Mustafa nodded, agreeing to her suggestion. They made their way to the house and climbed up to the rooftop flat. The sight that greeted them was far from ideal. The flat was unfinished, with two rooms that lacked any color and a small, bare kitchen. Mustafa's heart sank further. "This house is not worthy of you," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I am sorry for whatever you face because of me."
Sharjeena stepped closer to him, her eyes filled with love and determination. "My house is where my husband belongs," she said softly. "I can stay anywhere as long as you are with me. Don't worry, I will make this house a home for you. And in this state, we have to save money. When our financial situation gets better, we will rent a proper home for ourselves. Till then, this one is a better option."
Her words were like a balm to Mustafa's troubled heart. He realized that with Sharjeena by his side, they could turn even the most humble abode into a place of love and warmth.
As they stepped into the unfinished flat, the absence of electricity was glaringly obvious. The wires were there, but they had yet to bring in lights and fans. The room was enveloped in darkness, with only the faint glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows.
