Completely my PoV.
Zain Abdullah.
I won't lie, over the weekend I endearingly termed him "Gadha Sa" while discussing him with Shazzy (the reason I am a BI watcher and ZaYa lover). Why? Cuz he is such a boy. He does stuff without thinking of the consequences. His actions are mostly dipped in harmless selfishness. Summarizing it, he never seemed as the mature type to me. Ever since seeing the precap on Friday, I was facepalming over his bad-timing and the habit of being at the wrong place at the wrong time because it always brings trouble to others, specially Aliya.
But I was wrong. For the first time, I actually saw the man Zain Abdullah. The one Usman calls his "pride". The man who Aliya dreams of as her soul mate. Today showed that he truly is so much more beneath the exterior of childishness. There resides a man there.
It started when he heard her sob and turned around to see.

He could've gone but he chose to stay. Maybe because he was curious or maybe because he instinctively knew that something was wrong with her.

He was genuinely concerned when he asked her the reason behind her tears. And she? She was mad seeing the reason behind her parent's insult standing in front of her, asking oh-so-innocently why she was crying.
But he didn't know that, the man was still hidden.

He sat next to her, concern dripping from his very body movement. Be it the eyes who had gotten soft or the safe distance between them. Distance enough that they were apart but proximity enough that she would know, "hey, I'm here for you."
But in her mind there's a storm. Of memories, of lies, of insults, of mistakes. And there is only one to be blamed.
Zain Abdullah.

And wo Aliya Ghulam Haider hi kya jo gareban na pakad le? She confronted him, the still confused him. The still boyish him. The one who doesn't acknowledge that his actions can have consequences.
Why was he here? In her city, in her life, in her room? Why was he in front of her? Why didn't he just go away? And he still doesn't know, why was he being asked those questions? What did he do so wrong by being there that she kept marking him as the sole reason of her family's mockery.

And then she the words which shook his very soul.
" Jaante ho wo log kya keh rahe hain? Ke tumhare aur mere beech mein kuch hai. Tohmat laga rahe hain wo mujh per! Ke shaadi se pehle main tumhare saath...!"

And this was the exact moment when the man emerged. The shock and the anger and the split second it took him to register the impact of his words. I don't know what the exact reason behind his anguish here but what I perceived was this - Zain may be a carefree guy with no respect for responsiblity but he is not a spoiled brat. He may not know how to do salaam or offer Namaz 5 times a day but that does not mean he doesn't know which lines are not to be crossed. In his head, what he did was purely fun and cousin teasing. In his selfish childishness, he didn't see his actions through others' eyes. But when it was spelled out to him albeit in an unfinished sentence, his reaction was that of a man. The kind of man who can take on the world if anyone dares say something wrong about his dear and near ones. The kind of men who have fought wars and won. The man who has hot blood, burning through his veins and ready to burst at the mere thought that someone intends harm to someone he holds dear.
The kind of man who is truly called a Real Man.

But the child within in stubborn. Still finding an easy way out. She should've explained, she should've explained more, she should've made it clear that it was all a misunderstanding. A joke from his side to her. A fight from her side to him. There's nothing here what they think it is.

Then she comes in play and he sees in her a woman. Not the kind he has flirted with or dated. But a woman so strong and complete that he said she can never exist. The one who was confronting him, the child him, not for her broken marriage but the insult of her parents. His pranks, his jokes, his carelessness was the reason she was being painted as a disgraced girl and her parents as shameless people. And just that thing, just her very basic concern for her parents brought out the guilt in him and in her he saw himself. Wouldn't he be feeling so restless and angry if someone was the reason of his parents public insult?
Doesn't it make them one of a kind?

She hit him and she cried. He stood by initially and kept being hit. But by then, the man within had taken charge. She was right but she was so wrong. Her words were right, her anger justified but her actions were so wrong. Her blows wouldn't hurt him but only increase her pain, the helpless pain of seeing her parents be insulted. His apologies were of no use and maybe he knew. Maybe that's why he gathered her close and gave her what she needed the most at that time.

A shoulder to lean and someone to say that she wasn't alone. He, as a man, admitted his fault. Something the childish him wouldn't do. In that moment, he truly was a man who apologized and meant it.

That broke her down even more. What is she to do when she doesn't even have him to blame? He came out, he apologized. So she cried and he couldn't bear it. He consoled her, brought her closer still and in a calm soothing voice told her to relax and calm herself down. Like a real man would.

It stayed with him, the man hidden beneath was very much there when they were being accused of their actions together. He didn't stay quiet, he wasn't intimidated. He roared and he made sure everyone heard him. He was no pushover, mastaana maahi then. He was Zain Abdullah. The man who knows what to speak and when he speaks, he knows how to shut everyone else up. Not every one can do it. Only a real man can.
Just like in that moment, he was.
And regardless of what tomorrow brings, the man he was today is proof enough that one day, surely, he will become what he can be.
Zain Abdullah.
Something much more real than just a name.