Harsh rays of sun falls against the car window, as Daniyal drove them somewhere.
Hafsa didn't have courage to ask him where they are going. Although, her heart was dying to know.
While Daniyal was driving the car in silence, Hafsa was sitting in passenger seat without uttering a word, kids in the backseat were chirping happily.
Huzaifa and Ayaan were really happy that after many months they are going for an outing with their parents. Laiba was at home, in the care of her nanny.
The car stopped outside of a small house
"I- I didn't know..." Hafsa's throat dried, thinking what her father did to Daniyal, and now she doubts him too."I'm really sorry, Daniyal. I don't know why papa did this... If I knew about this, I would've never asked you to leave your family for me." Hafsa tightened the grab of his hold and apologize."Hafsa, it wasn't your fault." He held her cheek in his free hand. "It wasn't anyone's fault. Your father did this only for your sake."But separating you with your family wasn't right.""Maybe, but it's okay, it doesn't matter now." Daniyal shrugged his shoulder.
Love! A strange feeling. For some, the reason to live. For some, a painful memory. Just like the feeling when the first drop of honey touches the tip of the tongue, love can prove itself sweet. And just like bitter gourd, it can be too bitter at times. Love is really a strange thing. If it wants, it can make your heart prosperous, and if willing, it can ruin your life ••• Sitting on a bench of the park, Taimoor was aimlessly looking around. The chilly wind of December brushes against his skin, making him shiver as he brought his hands up to blow some warm air in it. He forgot to bring his gloves. He didn't plan to leave his office and came to the park which is two blocks away, but the sudden wish of getting fresh air made him leave his office building.
You shouldn't be here, his heart told him many times. But no matter how many times his self-conscious told him how wrong it is, he was here once again, with her. With Daneen, the love of his life. "How are your parents?" Taking a sip from his cup, he asked her. The hot coffee was bitter on his tongue. He never liked black coffee, but now has a habit of drinking it for the last six years. "They are not uh...in talking terms with me." Nervously laughing, she put a lock of her brown hair behind her ear. Daneen was a beautiful woman. Her hazel brown eyes and those high cheekbones could make anyone falter. Her 5'6 height added to her killer figure. She had in possession everything that could make a girl envious or a boy want her.
Many days passed in silence, Nayab was noticing some changes in Taimoor's behavior, he was turning cold and distant, not only from her, but from Qirat too. Last week, he forgot to attend the parent-teacher meeting in Qirat's school, which he never did before. Nayab couldn't understand how to ask him the reason. While on the other hand, Taimoor and Daneen were meeting each other daily, many times in his office and many times in restaurants or cafes. They were becoming close, just like before, as if nothing happened between, as if Taimoor didn't have a wife and daughter at home. All that matter to him was Daneen, and only Daneen. Silent lingers between them as they have their breakfast in silence. Nayab was helping Qirat finish her french toast, while Taimoor was having juice and omelet. From time to time, he would raise his eyes and glance at Nayab, like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to.
The continuous ringing of his phone irked him. Picking his phone from the table, he looked at the screen.Daneen Calling... This made his brows knitted in perplexed.Before Daneen could say anything, Taimoor demanded. "I want to meet you.""Uh? Okay, I am in my office, if you want, we can meet in the cafe..." Daneen suggested."I am coming," Taimoor said and disconnected the call.•••Nayab was packing her stuff rashly, she didn't care to fold her clothes neatly, whatever comes in her hands, she threw it in her suitcase. Her vision was getting blurry because of her tears, which she was trying to hold. She did not want to cry, but she was a wom
The silent room of the dining area was filled with the only sound of cutlery hitting each other, Finally, Anupriya decided to break the silence and called her only son."Dayyan!""Yes, mom?" Averting his eyes away from his breakfast to his mother, Dayyan asked, giving all his attention to his mother."Tomorrow, we have to attend Ishra's wedding, make sure you don't have any important work tomorrow. And you too." Informing Dayyan about the schedule of the day after tomorrow, she looked at her husband and told him too."I'll make sure of it," Dayyan nods his head, and once again turned to his breakfast."And I have told Mr. Kapoor for your suit, you also call him and tell him what kind of
The day of wedding * "Come, I'll introduce you to Tara's mother." Anupriya's sister, Anjumand said. Tara was the girl whom Anjumand was talking about for a month. According to Anjumand, Tara was a perfect match for Dayyan. She has told so much about Tara that now Anupriya was excited to meet her. She has seen the picture of Tara, and indeed she was beautiful but beauty is not what matters right now. "Mrs. Ali, meet my sister Anupriya I have told you about her..." Anjumand introduces the two women. They exchanged formal greetings, Anupriya and Mrs. Ali started talking about some random things, Anurpiya noticed that Mrs. Ali was more interested in knowing how muc
After telling her sister everything about Maya, Anjumand said. "Come, I will introduce you to Maya's mother."When Anupriya told her that she liked Maya, Anjumand got really excited.Maya was Ishra's best friend, and lucky for Anupriya that even Maya's mother was looking for a suitable boy for Maya."Maya is the only daughter of her parents, she has two brothers, and her father is dead," Anjumand informed her while they make their way where Maya's mother was seated with her daughter-in-law.Anupriya truly felt like Maya is the one for her Dayyan. The way Maya was simply standing away from the crowd, her somber dressing sense, and her graceful voice.Anupriya kept her hope high this time.