||Zain +Aaliya || Mirage
{*Note: Hello there! I couldn't resist after seeing yesterday's precap, for today's episode. This is based on the slap promo from yesterday. I still haven't watched the episode, since I had to end this off in my own way without getting it mixed with the episode. It's been tough to resist, but I can't wait to go and watch the episode. I hope you guys enjoy this OS, which I know will be different from today}
Clad in a shade of rose pink lehnga studded with various jewels and stunning embroidery, ended with a three- border lace of fuchsia pink, creamy golden and emerald green lace at its borders, she looked an epitome of beauty. Adored with her mother's classic bhopali- ancestral jhumoor and jewelry topped with the studded dupatta of the same shade that had been set on her set by her Ammi, she kept staring at herself looking into her dressing table mirror.
Aaj mera nikah hai. Aaj mein Aaliya Ghulam Haider say Aaliya Ahmed ban ne ja rahi hoon. Ya Allah, aap ne meri kismet mein jisko likha hai, mujhe Qubool hai.' She happily and slyly whispered to herself while looking into the mirror, her attention diverted to her right hand, where upon the letter Z was engraved with mehndi amongst the intricate designs.
Man ko behlaye, behkaye, Koi khawahish, Khamakha
Palkon pay aye, sapnon ki barish, Khamakha...'
As the lyrics to her favourite song played out from her phone, she sat wondering... So, about-to-be- Aaliya-Ahmad, are you ready?' She smiled into the mirror- wondering, slightly blushing, slightly apprehensive and excited, etching the start of new lifetime within her mind with someone who'll be her protector, her husband, who'll keep her happy and possibly love her in this new phase of her life- their life- as one. The phone call cleared her doubts. Just as she sat there, dreamily thinking about their life-time, night clouds thundered with lightening and in a span of mere seconds, rain drops erupted from above landing to the ground in steady rhythm, hurriedly changing speed into a heavy downpour.
In excitement, Aaliya rushed towards her window hearing the pouring rain, unlatching it completely and through the thin net protector, heavy breeze and rain mist flew in, moisturizing her face and half-bare arms. She inhaled the musky scent and misty breeze, spreading her arms out length-wide, closing hereyes and grinning, like always. The rain always happened to cheer her up since childhood. She loved jumping in the puddles, getting splashed and wet in the rain. A giggle escaped her, remembering the silly childhood- rainy moments and even up to date, if someone saw her right now, she would've been wearing her exact 6 year old expressions.
Chuckling to herself, yeh lo Aaliya, Allah ne tumhari liye blessings bhi bhej di.' If she'd been a little distressed about her about her newly relationship, she was much relieved now. Thankyou, Ya Allah.' Whenever rain descends down to earth, it's always a blessing from Allah reminding people of his divine mercy and compassion towards the creation. So, she was definitely thrilled that she got some sort of supportive thumbs up from Ya Allah; what she wasn't aware of was a storm brewing outside in the hall, sealing her fate with the unexpected.
Drying away her arms and dabbing her face with a towel still smiling and much calmer, her eyes fell on the clock read- 8:00 p.m. Where is Ammi? It's already 8?! Nikaah kab start hoga? Abhi tak koi aya kyon nahi mujhe lanay?' She voiced her thoughts out loud and pondering over the mysteriousness, the ajeeb feeling arose back in her heart escalating her heart beats and she decided to go to the reception to check out the matter herself.
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"Toh bataye Ghulam Sahab, Kya 40 lakh aap humain de nay kay liye tayyar hain, ya nahin?"
"..." "Nahin"
"Kya yeh aapka akhari fesla hai?"
"Ji"
"Hamaray liye 40 lakh dena koi bari baat nahi hai. Aaliya hamary liye paison say kahin zada keemti hai. Sawal to yeh hai kay, aap un paison ka sahi istimal karagein gay?"
Stunned to Silence by Usman Sahib, their planning to discreetly hog some lakh's from the rich mamu-jaan went to vain. Usman Abudullah was a tough nut to crack. Itni asani say aapka peecha toh chodain gay nahi' Ahmad thought.
"Acha, toh zara Zain ko phone toh lagaye . Hum sab bi betaab hain. Sun na chahtain hai uska kya kehna hai. Sab wait karahein hain. Jaldi Kijeye."
Usman Rings Zain's mobile and in vain, ends up leaving a voice mail- "Zain yeh main kya sun raha hoon Zeshan kay ghar waloon say... unka kehna hai tumhare aur Aaliya kay beech main kuch chal raha hain jo naqabile bardasht hai." Recording the voice mail and keeping his demeanor in check, without anyone suspecting him, he hung up.
"Toh Kya hua Usman Sahab?" Scoffing, "ha! Zain ne phone nahi uthaya?" Smirked Mrs. Ahmad, her eyes held a vicious, victorious glint, her obsessively bright turquoise eye-shade and popping red lipstick way too loud and aching the eyes.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Toh ap ab kya kahain gay?"
"Rakam de dijiye. Humara beta, ab bhi aap ki beti say Nikaah karna chahta hai, warna -"
"Assamu-alykum." Zeeshan Ahmad came through the passage to stand by his parents, smilingly greeting the Ghulam family and guests. "Sab itne hairan kyon lag rahain hain? Ammi Abbu, kuch huwa hai kya? Abhi tak Qazi sahib kyon nahi puhnche?" He expressed his distress looking over to the main entrance door and looking around as he pushed up his flowery parda, he noticed everyone had crowded around them and looked shocked, disappointed, stunned and stressed- almost as if frozen in place.
"Areh aap log kuch bol kyun nahi rahay?"
Mr & Mrs. Ahmad along with her brother Khan Sahib, gave apprehensive looks to each other, simultaneously glancing at Mr & Mrs. Ghulam Haider and Usman Sahab.
Ghulam Sahab looking down teary eyed while Shabana came to stand him, holding his arm tightly for support, teary-eyed as well. Usman Sahab had a firm hand on Ghulam's left shoulder, with challenge meeting Ahmad Sahab's eyes and Surraiyah came to stand next to him. Pure loath emitted from their eye contacts.Some guests behind them started to whisper, some with accusing glints, some filled pity and disappointment.
"Are beta dekho na, nikah wale din bhi nakhre dikha rahay hain. Mangni (sagaye) walay din bhi aise bahanay derahay they aur aj bhi. Itna sab Kuch honay kay bad, hum inke beti pay ehsan karahe hain. Inko toh hamara shukar guzar hona chahiye. Hum toh sirf inse 40 lakh ki guzarish karahay the, lekin yeh toh naraz hogaye. *Pause* Becharay." Mrs. Ahmad eyed the three with dangerous, a nasty glint, Khan sahib looked at them with pity and proudness, while Mr. Ahmad just held their gaze, too cool to get mad and just shaking his head.
"Acha toh aap nay inhe sab bata diya? Acha kiya." Shock was seen upon Ghulam, Shabana and Usman's faces. So this was the real deal. Beta bhi unke saath hi mila hua hai?'
Just then, Qazi Sahab arrived to the centre-stage of the hall decorated with white and pink roses, scented candles surrounding all around the hall room.
"Assama-alykum. Ji toh Nikaah ki tayari shuro ki jaye. Dulha aur Dulhan stage pay ajiye."
"Arre Qazi Sahab, bethiye na. Ap bas papers ready kijiye. Dulhan toh ati hi ho gi. Ab kam ki baat karte hain, huh? Toh haan, Ghulam Sahib... jo aapke beti ki harkatein hai, uske baad toh aap logon ko shukar ada karna chahiye ki hum jaison kay saath uska rishta bandna jaraha hai. Aree Qazi Sahab, aap hi bataye... 40 Lakh ka jahez (dowry) kya cheez hai inke so called paak-saaf beti ki harkatoon kay samne, jo magni hum say kar kay, kisi aur kay sath aiyashain karahi hai. Humain toh pura hakh hai puri tarha magne ka, 40 lakh toh bahut kum hain-"
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"Haan Bro. What's up? Sorry buddy, mein bus pahunch hi raha hoon. Yeh teez bearish bhi na."
"Koi fayada nahi hai Zain. Tu bas mujhe pick up karne aja airport- terminal #2 say. Toofani barish ki waja say flight 3 ghante delay hogaye hai. Main bus ab thak gaya hoon yaar yahan wait kar ke. Having my 5th cup of coffee.
"Haha, sorry dude. Mom ko sub kuch batana bhi to tha.No worries. I am just right around the corner. Stupid si barish nay traffic may itna delay kardia. Ab pata nahi dobara ghar wapis gaya toh mom toh mujhe maar hi daalain gi. Dad si itne muskal say permission li aur upar say another flight delay. Okay dude, main araha hoon. Hotel say freshup hokay, phups kay ghar wapis chalte hain. Aaliya ki tab tak Rukhsati bhi hogaye ho gi. What say bro?" chuckling, he ended the call, not looking forward to his mum's angry reactions once again; completely missing out that she had suggested via-delhi route, since not realizing he had been too engrossed in thinking about Aaliya's in-laws greedy schemes. Something or the other had to be.
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She took hold of the pillar behind her she had been hiding at, looking out for either her Ammi aur Ayat. Yet all she could see was a pretty large crowd, crowding the stage area. Zeeshan's family and some other people were having a conversation. Why was the hall shunned with silence except for the commotion erupting from the kitchen, little kinds running around and playing. Why wasn't there music and why weren't everyone seated. Where was her family? What was going on?
As she headed closer, she could hear loud voices of... wait, Zeeshan's father? What was going on? Why were they looking mad and Zeeshan... why was he looking upset and furious?
Grabbing her lehnga with both her hands to make it easier to her to speed walk and push through the guests one way or another, she heard gasps, ooo's and aaah's and Aaliya-?' Making her way to the front, voices of Zeeshan's parents were getting really louder, each syllable sounded more furious and worse than the other, what had gone wrong? Aaj toh Allah nay bi mera saath denay kayliye, barish ki blessing mujhe beji. Toh yeh sab kya horaha hai?' Ayat aur Ammi kahan hai?' Yah Allah, sab kheriat rakheya ga, please?'- All these thought were wirl-winding in her mind and her heart started to pick up as she neared the stage, halting in the process, frozen on spot, not at all prepared for hearing what she heard next, knocking the soul out of her.
"Zain yeh main kya sun raha hoon Zeshan kay ghar waloon say... unka kehna hai tumhare aur Aaliya kay beech main kuch chal raha hain jo naqa-bile bardasht hai. Main tumse sunna chahta hoon."
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"Rakam de dijiye. Humara beta, ab bhi aap ki beti say Nikaah karna chahta hai is, warna -"
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"Acha toh aap nay inhe bata diya?"
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"-Toh haan, Ghulam Sahib... jo aapke beti ki harkatein hai, use baad toh aap logon ko shukar ada karna chahiye ki hum jaison kay saath uska rishta bandna jaraha hai. Aree Qazi Sahab, aap hi bataye... 40 Lakh ka jahez (dowry) kya cheez hai inke so called paak-saaf beti ki harkatoon kay samne, jo magni hum say kar kay, kisi aur kay sath aiyashain karahi hai. Humain toh pura hakh hai puri tarha magne ka, 40 lakh toh bahut kum hain-"
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Did she stagger back? She couldn't tell. All anticipation, excitement, apprehension, mixed-feelings, everything-including the oxygen being pumped into her system whooshed right out of system and she received an unexpected ice-cold whip lash. She couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breathe? She could still hear voices around her, see others?
Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare? But no, neither am I dreaming, neither is this a nightmare... I can visualize the lighting, the flowers, the arrangements, the bright colours, guests, Zeeshan and suddenly, she did stagger back, her mind in a haze and slightly dizzy. Staggering back hard into the cold marble painted pillar, it sent a chill through her system. She shouldn't be cold- why did she started to shiver? All those words- those voices, did she hear it right? No it can't be-? Zeeshan's family can't talk like that... her Zeeshan, about to be husband in minutes?
Her eyes had widen, widen way too exceptionally to believe. The ground had suddenly shaken from underneath her and she couldn't tell If she drowning or standing still on ground.
She had stiffened against the pillar, unmoving, stilled, fazed to the extent- where she couldn't tell if she was breathing. All those words were continuously running in her mind over and over, louder and louder each time- she wanted to scream. Why couldn't she say anything? Why wasn't anything getting out of her? Ammi? Abbu? Where were they? Where they facing Zeeshan family-"
"40 LAKH!?" She gasped coming back to the present, the number echoing in her ears- too harsh to tolerate, hyperventilating, breathing way too heavely as if she were thrown and knocked down to the ground from several levels in height. Perspiration surrounded her and her hands had gone clammy and really cold all of the sudden. Replaying of what she had heard was reeling like a film in her head-non-stop. Zain-Aaliya... Tumhare beech-40 lakh- jahez- harkartain-ayashiyan- magni-nikaah- '
Her breathing had gotten extremely heavy, the bridal lehnga which she had so joyfully adorned seemed utterly suffocating- everything- the air-the oxygen around her felt suffocating- she couldn't tell what was going on anymore. Her vision had frozen upon Zeeshan's parents and him and instantly had considerably gone misty tears-too teary for her to realize until her vision could no longer support her. It was all too blurry. She leaned against the piller, seeking it's support if that was possible, as she held her head against the piller and sidetracking her vision from them, she rapidly closed her eyes shut letting the tears fall. This was too good to be true. An absolute mirage, where from far she had come to etching memories with Zeeshan -her soon to be husband, her everything and now she realized the closer she got, the practicality of living and dreaming with the man that she had said yes to had started to fade, started to feel all too claustrophobic all the sudden, making her want to puke. The closer she got to her Nikaah day, something of the sort had been troubling her. What she didn't know was the pieces of dreams she had put together in reality were starting to fade, break apart into bits all at once, way too harshly for her to handle. And as she nearer to the d-day, the harsh reality started to come forward. Allah wouldn't have chosen Zeeshan for her, for ... for this. Was this a sign? Was this really what she was signing up for? This wasn't the relation she had looked forward to. This was something else, it disgusted to her to imagine, to voice it within herself. This wasn't her nikaah, but one-sided investment in obsessive greed.
It was as if her heart has literally galloped into mouth and she couldn't hold it on to life anymore, no matter how much she had wanted to... she couldn't stop it. What had she missed seeing? Was dreaming about a beautiful phase in your life, illegal to do? Too harmful that she couldn't spot the dangers of high waters? A harsh, muffled sob escaped from her while she turned a bit to hide on the side of the pillar making sure to not miss a word, covering her mouth and chanting Allah's name. Aayat had been standing right in front of her, heard it all too well.
Turning around, she saw her Aapi right around the pillar behind her, trying her best to be okay.
"Aaapi!" Aayat immediately rushed to her, not too loud to attraction attention, her eyes shedding tears. "Oh, Appii!"
"A-A-Aayaat? Aaliya opened her teary-blurred eyes and wiped them carelessly with the back of her hands. She didn't know she was holding her breath, until Aayat called her out. Aayat readily enveloped her appi in a much needed hug- squeezing her hard for support and for staying strong. Aaliya blinked her eyes real hard, suddenly too tired to comprehend and speak, sagging against her sister. Shaking away the tears, trying not to make a scene, yet no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes, tears just wouldn't stop. She had to stay strong and give it back to them. She squeezed Aayat hard as to gain strength. She had to. No way will she let them go, this easily. No one messed with her feelings and her khandan like that. Sniffling a few times, Aayat handed her a clinex and gave it to Aaliya. She was dreading to say what she thought of next, to confirm just in case...
"Aayat kya woh-"
"Haan Aapi. 40 Lakh. 40 lakh mang rahe hain. Aapka jahez. Aur wahan Ammi, Abbu - ..."
As she looked upon the stage, her eyes hardened seeing Zeeshan and his family, focusing particularly on the person who was supposed to stand up for her, be her rock and yet, he was involved with the family. She loathed them with all the heart right then and there, spitting fire through her vision, internally her heart screamed with rage. She couldn't believe this was Zeeshan, her' Zeeshan she had started to include in her day-dreams, her life, in her visions to build a future, a family together.
Her jaw hardened considerably ticking a nerve and wiping the traces of her tears, she walked up to the stage, head held up high, covering the little distance without breaking any eye contact from Zeeshan's traitor face. What had she imagined, and what had turned out to be. Ya Allah, himmat dejiye ga mujhe.'
Standing in front of her parents and family, who exhaled their breaths with her name, she stood in front of them, shielding them- her precious family from such disgusting people- who had no shame or respect.
"Zeeshan Ahmad." She called out. Loud and clear. Her voice steady clear of the sentiments, some still lingering within her vocals, thankfully she didn't want to feel betrayed by own voice. Her eyes still wet from what she had lost, cried for- and here she was, in front of a man trying to loath him as much as possible, hate him for what he has done. "Bas. Bohut boliya. Ab meri suniye."
Glancing back at her parents, she saw their eyes swim with tears, some threatening to spill, glum-looking, disappointed and extremely hurt, fondly gazing at her to prove them wrong.
"Jin se aap aise andaz mein bat ki hai, woh log meray parents hain. Meri Ammi Abbu hain. Meri zindagi hain. Jin ki beghair, meri Zindagi bilkul khali, adhori and lifeless hai. Meri zindagi, meray Ammi Abbu ko, koi takleef punchaye, who main bilkul bardasht nahi karoon gi. Us Khayal ka lihaz bhi nahi karoongi, agar aap main Koi sharm, hayaa, temeez bhi hoti. Uska bhi nahi kay main...main... main toh apko apna manay lagi thi. Main apni hi nazar mein girgaye hun, kay maine aap jaise insane ko apni zindagi mein aane ki ijazat di ... is din kay liye? Kuch hi dher main aap mera shohar banay walay thay." Her face was fierce, held determination and a sour look crinkled her face and if someone saw closely, the vulnerability had surfaced just for a couple sec. before she masked it all. Her hands fisted, wished to punch his face, his pride, his arrogance and cheap mentality.
"Apne aukaat dekh baat kijiye. Koi ehsaan nahi karahay aap mujhe say shadi kar ke."
"Acha?" Haha. "Kya baat hai. Toh, tumhari aukaad kya hai, huh? Meray saath mangani kar kay, us larke kay saath bahir affair chal raha tha. Aukaad toh tumhari gheeri hui hai, jo shaadi kay pehle bhi sach na bol paye, woh shadi kay bad kya bol paye gi. Woh toh shukar ada karo, main tumse ab bi shaadi karne kay liye tayaar hoon, tum log duniya kay samne bizaat na hojao, us ehsaan kay badle hamara jahez itna toh banta hai ha? Theek keh raha hoon na, Qazi sahib?
She had promised herself when she'd walked up to remain strong. But now, accusation after accusation, insult after insult, what more was left? How low could these people stoop? Her hands itched to throttle him to such an extreme extent.
Tears which had been wiped away brought back their remnants and once more, her eyes had begun to shed, much more considerably and burn. How dare they? Keep it in Control Aaliya. Allah Ta'alah hamesha sach logon ka saath detain hain.'
"Allah Ta'alah nay aankhein di hain, toh sahi cheezain dekhnain ki liye. Isnan ko shak karne se pehle, sahi tarha confirm karlay na chaheye. Yakeen hona chaheye, Unki baat pay. aitabaar karna chahiye. Na kay, jhooday ilzam lagaye jaye. Sometimes, jo nazar ata hai, woh sach nahi hota."
"Aik baar ap mujhse phoochtay toh sahi- apna haq mang kay, apna maan kay, toh main aapko sab kuch saach saach bata deti." Before he could interject, she but in a much strong voice. "Na aap ne manga, aur nahi apne mujh par yakeen kiya. Barosa bhi koi cheez hoti hai. Main toh aapko vada kiya tha kay nikah ki din ap ko bata doon gi. Toh phir?
"Mujhe logon ki nahi, apnoon ki, apni family ki parwa hai. Log kya kehtay hain, mujhe ise koi fark nahi parta. Hum apne family kay liye jetay hain, logon ki baton ki liye nahin. Jahez soch samag kay layna chahiye, ailzam laga kar nahi. Aik family apni khushi si desakte hai toh lo, warna Islam mein jahez lena bilkul jayez nahi hai. Jhoot to ap ne bhi bola tha, mujh se mera favourite colour aur garden kay bare mein puch kay. Aur Jhoot ki bunyad par yeh rishta hoonay jaraha tha. Agar jhooti main hun, toh ap kaun se sachay hain? Aur maine suna hai ke, pehle bhi, meray mangani wali din, ap logon ko hum 10 lakh mil bhi de chuke hain. Thoda situation reverse kartain hain, huh ?
"Agar aap jahez ki mang zaroori samajte hain is ehsan kay badle, toh phir mera haq bi banta hai "mehr" magne ka. Mera hakh jo apko mujhe dena hai. Aap ki maange hui 50 lakh mujh pe ehsan jatanay kay liye... toh agar mein bhi ap say 50 lakh ka mehr mangoon toh? kya aap depaye ga? Right away, kuch hi dino main.. jaise zabardasti apne meri family ke saath ki? manzoor hai? Yeh toh akhir mera haq hai; aap kis muh say paisa maang rahay hain?
Seeing their terrified-stricken faces loosing colour, she continued, "kyon Ab kya hua?"
Her tears had started to trickle down her face, her heart felt heavy; she was heavily exhausted- all this drama started to weaken her.
"Wah. Kya chaal chali hai is larki nay. Philosophy kay lecture sunnay aye hai hum? Apni philosophy aur tehzeeb kay lectures apnay pass rakh, samjhi. Kya police station may b itna lamba lecture denay aye thi. Who toh us londay na kehdiya kay tum uski mangatar ho, warna toh tum salakhon kay piche hote." Khan Sahab went on to add more salt to the wound, smirking devilishly.
Aaliyah's face had completely blanched hearing another accusation. Her nails dug into her skin if that was possible as her knuckles turned white, trying to remain composed, her head started throbbing. It hit her hit her with such force that she staggered back, shocked, meanwhile trying to make sense of it all.
Chuckling, Zeeshan devilishly smirked, his eyes fierce, a mad-glint within turned charcoal-black walked closer to Aaliya- arms crossed on this chest, "Aree mamu-jaan, yaar kab dil-daar banjaye pata kab chalta hai. Zain aur iski full-on besharmi toh maine dekhe hai, new year's party say laykar ab tak. Isay kya laga, meray say ise baat kar ke, kisi aur ki bahoon mein chali jayegi aur main dekhta rahoon ga. Besharmi kay toh tumne hadh kar di, aur tameez humein sikha rahi ho. Tumhari apni family ko agar nazar nahi ata, toh hum to andhay nahi hai na. Agar 40 lakh mang rahay hain, toh tumhari toh takleef nahi honi chahiye? Main toh tumhe is sab ke bad bi accept kar raha hoon, warna kaun tumhe --?"
And before he knew it, a resounding sound echoed throughout the hall stinging Zeeshan's right cheek, stunning the families and relatives, while they stood flinching. Aaliya couldn't calculate when her hand made contact with this face, but she was glad it did- it was much needed after all that was said. Her hand still red, vibrated with numbness ringing through her entire system. Mrs. Ahmad jumped right next to her son, soothing his arm while his face was turned contorting in pain, cramming his neck in the process due to the sudden force. How dare she?
"Tumhari itni himmat?" He moved forward to show her place and the mother held him back by the arms.
"Haan. Hui hai meri himmat. Yeh nikah nahi, ek saudah hai. Aur mujhe yeh nikaah bilkul manzoor nahi hai."
She had said it. There. She couldn't tell where she had gotten the energy to say what she coudln't. This was the much needed step. She couldn't tolerate any more BS against her, her parents. Shayad yehi Allah ka ishara tha meri liye.
Jo door say dikhta hai, paas aake use kitna bhi jaane ki koshish karo, sometime woh, woh nahi hota jo aap samajhte hain. Reality ka ek karwa sach hota hai, jo ap ko sabak sikaah kay jata hai, chahe bahir say kitna he sweet ho, andhar say kaisa hota hai, koi nahi jaan pata. Shayad mein bhi nahi jaan paye, deekh paye Zeeshan ka isli chehra.
Per phir bhi, meray andhar kuch tootne ki awaz kyon arahi hai. Kyon aisa lag raha hai, kay mera dil toota hai?
Aur Zain, usne meray saath aisa kyon kiya? Kyon gaya woh mujhe akayla chor kay is sab mein. Meri kya galti hai? Kahan ho tum, Zain. Mujhse ab tum say sun na hai.
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And right through the doorstep of the hall's entrance, walked in Zain Abdullah, smiling, his duffle bag hung on his shoulder.
Tera Sukoon Ya Junoon Tera,
Teri Khushi Ya Tera Gum,
Jo Bhi Jiya Tere Liye,
Jo Bhi Kiya Tujhse Kiya ...'
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