Qubool hai: a second chance ✅✅

~7~

Seher's pov, two weeks later.

My heart was beating really fast. Rehaan had given me Sanam's address and every information related to her. In a few hours, I would meet my sister Sanam.. I was very stressed! I couldn't say how would I behave, what would I say.. but I needed this. I needed to find answers about my past. I picked my bag and I left the train.

Sanam'spov.

This day, I felt weirdly relieved. I felt that something important would happen...

Anyway, I was in a car with Aahil and he was driving somewhere, he didn't want to say where though. Those past few days were magic. I learned things from Aahil that I couldn't imagine. He was very caring and I was happy to have given him a second chance.

"We are here Sanam, you can open your eyes." I opened my eyes and I was greeted with a beautiful sight. We were in a park and there was a lake. It was very beautiful.

"Wow! Aahil that's amazing!"

"Not as amazing as you." He said and I blushed. We sat on a blanket and there was a basket of food. I opened it and there were toasts with chocolate. I smiled and I picked one and made him eat it.

"Thank you Aahil. You're not as selfish as I thought." I said. He just smiled and I stared into his beautiful orbs. Then everything went very quickly, we were staring at each other then we just kissed. His lips were very soft and it tasted like chocolate... wow I was melting into this kiss and I didn't regret it.

Seher's pov.

That was it. I was here, in front of the house. I walked to the front door and I knocked. A woman opened the door and she smiled, then she gestured me to enter. I looked around the house and there was a photo of a woman looking just like me and another woman and man. The woman who looked like me was holding a music box similar to mine.

Another woman came into the room and she looked at me disappointed.

"Sanam! Where were you? And what are those clothes?" She said referring to my tank top and my skirt.

"I'm not Sanam. I'm Safaa...or I better say, Seher."

She put her hands on her mouth in shock. I smiled at her with eyes full of tears.

"Seher!" She hugged me and I hugged her back.

"Seher, my lovely daughter! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Forgive your Daadee! I didn't want to leave you!" She cried. I patted her back until she calmed down. Then we sat on an armchair and she looked at me smiling.

"Tell me more about you Seher where had you been, where do you live, how did you find me, why did you leave, I looked for you for years, I never stopped. I always got the feeling that somehow you'd come back.

"Daadee, l lived in the streets for a year before Mr. and Mrs. Omarjee adopted me and then we went in England a month after they adopted me, they died in a car crash 3 months after we got there and since then my governess has taken care of me. I came here to look for my parents but a man said that they had been killed seventeen years ago."

"Actually, this man is right but I'll tell you all the story when Sanam will come back because she doesn't know about this. She just knows that your parents died. Go get some rest in her room. You must be tired." I just nodded and the woman who opened the door led me to Sanam's room after Daadee gestured her to do so. I went to Sanam's room and I laid on her bed. That was it, Mom and dad, I was near my sister. 'Mom, I don't even remember how was your voice, or your attitude, I miss you and dad so much. I did this to find you but you're no more. You left me in a world which can't have sense without you."