Sania's POV,It's been 2 weeks yet the wounds are still fresh. Everyone of us is still mourning our precious Naaz. I can't even explain how her parents are feeling. Mom is sad, angry, frustrated. "Why did my daughter in law had to go like this? First her child and then her. Why didn't I die instead? Why didn't someone else die instead?!" Her eyes landed on me for a second. She was right. Why didn't I die instead? Why her? She was my hope, I just lost all my hope.Madiha is puzzled as to how to handle everyone. She's trying to be a woman. It's not that easy when your own feelings are all over the place. She's trying to console all of us at the same time. She has a strong heart. I respect that.Zaheer? What can I say about him? I don't know who he is anymore. My Zaheer is lost somewhere. I wish I could ease some of his pain but then I realise, I'll be giving him more pain instead. He lost someone dear to him again. I'll be

7 YEARS LATERZaheer's POV,I woke up scrunching to the sunlight that suddenly hit my eyes."Naaz....shut the curtains." I scoulded her groggily.I worked till 3am last night so that I could get a relaxing day today. I remembered how Sania used to pull the curtains like that to wake me, but still I used to pretend to sleep so that she could wake me up with a morning kiss...... I miss her. Naaz came and pecked my cheek. I smiled still pretending to sleep."Daddy wake up!" She yelled in my ear shaking me and jumping on the bed."Give daddy another kiss." I said with my eyes still closed and she kissed my cheek again. I pulled her to me and started tickling her as her giggles filled the room."Daadi and Phupi asked me to call you for breakfast. Hurry up daddy."I sat up. "When is Mummy coming back?" She's been to her mother's home for 2 day