𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 27🥀|Rukhsati

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❝This is not a love story... This is a new beginning of WAR,❞
_SunshineSamira_

Writers POV:

It was the time of farewell—that heavy, fragile moment every girl knows is coming, yet no heart is ever prepared for. The home that raised her, the walls that heard her first cries, first laughter, and secrets whispered late at night—Mehrish was now leaving it all behind.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, unchecked and heavy with emotion. Her body trembled as she clung tightly to her Baba and Mumma, sobbing into the folds of their warmth for what felt like the last time. Her mother stroked her hair gently, murmuring soothing words that only a mother’s heart could craft.

Her father, Hossain, though trying to stay composed, blinked away the mist in his eyes. His heart was heavy — his youngest, his delicate flower, was now someone’s bride. The air was heavy everyone's eyes got misty.

Aarish stood a few steps away, shifting awkwardly. He hadn’t expected such an overwhelming outpour of emotions. Watching Mehrish cry like that — raw, vulnerable — tugged at something deep inside him. 'Why is she crying this much?' he thought, though the question wasn't laced with irritation — more with a helplessness he didn’t know how to name. He looked at her parents, unsure of how to console or what to say.

Then came her friends — the girls who laughed with her through exam stress, midnight cravings, heartbreaks, and silly fictional crushes. Their faces were blotchy, their mascara smudged, their hands trembling as they took turns hugging her tightly.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Ayza spoke already crying. "What? She is not leaving this country Ayza," Laiba said while weeping. And Mehrish laughed at this while crying. "I'll miss you guys too," She said as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, seeing Ayza crying something pricked in Zishaan's heart.

Then Hossain stepped forward. He had always carried a quiet strength, a presence that didn’t need to raise its voice to be felt. He stood beside Aarish, placing a warm, weighty hand on his shoulder.

“She’s my youngest,” he began softly, eyes not leaving his daughter’s trembling form. “The most pampered, the most protected. She’s always been the emotional one,” he said, his voice thick but controlled. “Sensitive. She loves with her whole heart. Cries with it too. You might find her a little stubborn, a little dramatic too sometimes… but her heart is pure, soft — and easy to bruise,"

Aarish stiffened slightly but stayed quiet.

Hossain turned to him, his voice low but firm with meaning. “I’m trusting you with something very precious. Take care of her. Protect her — not just from the world, but also from yourself. From your silence. Your anger. Your distance. She’s leaving everything behind… don’t make her feel like she’s lost more than she had to.”

There was a pause. Aarish met Hossain’s eyes. He wanted to say something — maybe a promise, maybe just a nod — but the words stuck in his throat. So he did what he could: he nodded, curt but sincere.

“And one more thing,” Hossain added with a faint, wistful smile, “if she ever cries again… let it be only out of joy.”

Aarish looked at Mehrish again — this girl, who was now his responsibility, his companion. She was sobbing in her sister's arms now. "My little sister is married now!" Mehwish said as a painful smile tugged on Mehrish's lips as she remembered yesterday's conversation with Aarish. "Mehrish look at me if anything happens you will let me know immediately got it?" She said cupping her face protectively she just nodded passing her a smile and a few drops of tears escaped from her eyes.