Hey everyone! I am back with PART 3 of my SS: Kismat.
It was so long, so I had to half it up to make sure your eyes didn't burn from reading off of a screen for too long - at the moment it's just over 4000 words; I know, right.
I tried to make sure all the bases were covered. This chapter is used to develop all the story lines, so you'll see a bit of everyone. Hopefully you'll like it 😊
APOLOGIES TO THOSE WHO WERE AWAITING THE SAHIL SHOWER SCENE - THAT IS IN THE SECOND HALF - IT SHALL BE UPLOADED FOR PART 4
But there rest assured, I have a sizeable SaHil chunk in this chapter, so you'll all get your dose 😆
I also introduced a new character - she was needed for the Seher sequence. But don't worry she's not another villain, I think we've got enough of those.
Lastly, I tried to make Rehaan good. I feel like he's so innocent and he can be shown as a tiiinny bit irritating on screen because he keeps getting close with Sanam. You'll hopefully see (later on) why he and Aahil are so close, and why he calls Aahil his Bhai.
OK, ENJOY:
PART 3:
"Rehaan, just give me one month and I promise that all of this will be over. I promise everything will be how it should be. I'll have what's rightfully mine and you won't ever have to serve anyone ever again - humari kismat hi badal jayeega (our fate will change)!"
Tanveer had returned to find her son - her true son - contemplating to leave the Ibrahim mansion. Despite Tanveer being blind, she was not ignorant that her son seemed very serious, but the reason for his abrupt desire to leave was still a mystery.
Rehaan had spent his entire life believing that everything happened for a reason. At the age of eight he had understood that he was an orphan; this he accepted. When he was twelve and was taken on as a personal hand for Aahil Raza Ibrahim, he accepted this too. When he met and fell in love with Sanam Ahmed Khan, he indulged in the idea that Allah was rewarding him for his unwavering faith. But when Sanam Ahmed Khan became Sanam Raza Ibrahim, and that too by his own Ammi's hand, he had felt his belief shake. And as he witnessed Aahil's face blaze with pain when Sanam hurt her hand at dinner, he confirmed that his lonely, misunderstood, broken Aahil Bhai was as hopelessly in love with Sanam as he too was. What was even more of a revelation however, was that Sanam - feisty, moral, righteous Sanam - felt just as much passion for Aahil as he did for her. Or at least she was very close to doing so. Most girls had lost their senses over Aahil Bhai; but none had ever managed to make Aahil lose his. Until Sanam. And although it was hard - very hard - Rehaan accepted this too. Kismat.
"Nahin, Ammi. Mujhe nahin chayein yeh sabb. Yeh galat hain. App dhoka karahahain Aahil Bhai ke saath. Aur main Bhai ke saath khoi dhoka nahin dekh saakthi. (No, Ammi. I don't want any of this. It's wrong. You're betraying Aahil Bhai. And I can't accept anything bad happening to him)."
Tanveer felt frustrated. Why was Rehaan so adamant to do right by Aahil? He was going against his own mother for a man who wasn't even his real brother. She breathed and placed her palm on Rehaan's cheek - she would need to try and convince him to stay. She couldn't lose him when she was so close to acquiring everything.
"Lekin beta, main toh yeh sabb tumhari lahin karrahahoon. Main chahtahoon ki mera laadla beta sabb kuch mil jayye. Aur vessebhi, main khoi chor nahin hoon - yeh zameen aur dholaat meri hain. Main Begum Sahiba hoon. Aur tum mera beta. Yeh hisaab se, tumhara bhi purra hak hain. Aur Aahil yeh zameen nahin chahtain. Woh toh Nawaab ki naam bhi nahin chahtain, lekin tum! Tum ek bohot achi Nawaab hogi. Iss liye main yeh saab karrahahoon. (But son, I'm doing all of this for you. I just want my dear son to have everything. Besides, I'm not a thief - all of this land and wealth is mine. I am the Begum Sahiba. And you're my son. On this account, you have a right over this wealth too. And Aahil doesn't want the land. He doesn't even want the title of a Nawaab, but you! You will be a very good Nawaab. That's why I'm doing all of this.)"
"Bas Ammi (Enough Ammi). I've told you many times that I want nothing. But still you keep saying that it's all for me, when we both know it's not true. I will not betray Aahil Bhai. He's done so much for me, I won't be the reason for his pain. That is why I'm leaving."
Tanveer panicked and grabbed Rehaan's arm. "But Rehaan, why are you leaving? Did Aahil say something? Does he know? You haven't told him anything have you?"
Rehaan reassured her that nobody knew but still Tanveer sensed his desire to leave.
"Look Rehaan. It's only a matter of a month. And then my work will be done. Sanam and Aahil will be divorced and you can have her, you're free to marry her!" Tanveer lied. The thought of Sanam as her real daughter-in-law burned her, but she knew Rehaan's feelings for that brat. As long as she managed to keep him here, she would be able to deal with Zoya's daughter later. Perhaps arrange a freak accident.
Rehaan was silent. He didn't think it wise to disclose the current status of Sanam and Bhai's relationship. He may be obliged to keep his Ammi's secrets, but he felt an even greater sense of duty to protect Aahil Bhai's happiness. He knew Tanveer would not let him leave so easily without wheedling out the truth. He sighed - Rehaan didn't like lying, but there was no other way.
"It's not that Ammi. I just have business at our offices in Kohinoor. I need to leave and take care of it."
"Business in Kohinoor? I'll just speak to Aahil and -"
"No Ammi. I know that Aahil Bhai would only trust me to take care of the deal there. Besides, I'll be back in a week."
"But - "
"It's done Ammi. I'm going. But before I leave, I'm asking you to stop all of this. Nothing good can come out of it." Rehaan pleaded. Tanveer was evidently displeased and looked away. Rehaan had made up his mind.
"Allah-hafiz Ammi."
And with that, Rehaan left the Ibrahim mansion. He knew that Tanveer wouldn't abandon her plan, and he also knew that Aahil would never be able to see her true intentions. But at least Rehaan was there. He would keep an eye on everything for his Bhai. He would look out for Aahil like Aahil had always looked out for Rehaan. Whether Ammi liked it or not, they were brothers. Kismat.
*
Sunrays burst into the room; they fell over a very pretty pair of brown eyes and gently warmed the face, as if nudging them to open. It seemed to work; Sanam awoke. And the vision left her too surprised to move. Aahil and Sanam both slept on the bed with a barrier created by cushions, and they both usually awoke with their backs to each other in their separate halves. But today, she found Aahil facing her with his good arm outstretched. It was on this arm that she had slept. She scrunched up her eyes as she tried to remember exactly how that had happened. She could only suppose that somehow they had been drawn closer to one another in the middle of the night. Perhaps Aahil had another nightmare and she had held his hand. Yes. That could've been it. She frowned. She didn't remember doing that.
She opened her eyes and looked at Aahil. He looked so innocent, so peaceful as he slept. She smiled lightly as she remembered his childish behaviour last night. She had never met anyone so stubborn. But still, she had won; she managed to feed him and make sure that he took his medicines. Sad, she thought, nobody bothers to look after him. Not even his Ammi - she didn't even seem worried for him at the hospital, but he adores her. She looked at Aahil with a crease of a frown between her eyebrows. Her eyes softened as she followed the delicate curves of his oval eyes that were framed with long, dark eyelashes - strange features to see on a man. Her gaze travelled down the ridge of his strong nose, across his chiselled cheekbones, up from his arrogant chin, and they froze - on his lips. She blushed as she recalled how close they were to her own when he had been tending to her wounded arm, and how intently she had studied them. They were plump and had a slightly angled curvature at the bottom, which made his smile crooked. He was always scowling at her, but when his face was graced with a genuine smile, she had to admit how it brightened his usually haughty expression. It was almost as if they solved his puzzle of a face; his eyes were a luminous brown and they always seemed to be reflecting some form of light even when it was dark, almost as if the light source was not an external reflection, but an internal one. His feminine eyelashes softened his hard, masculine cheekbones that were usually lined with prickly stubble. He was a handsome man, but when he scowled he seemed cold; as if he was a superficial beauty that was groomed with ugly thoughts and intimidating words. But once he smiled, it all fit. His eyes shone even brighter, his cheekbones plumped slightly to accommodate some room for his toothy grin. Sanam stared wistfully at his face, which was now decorated with the rays of the sun.
Aahil has never smiled at Sanam. He has never bestowed one for her. She sighed, turned, got up carefully and went to the shower.
Feeling the sudden loss of her warmth on his arm, Aahil grumbled awake. Her absence from their bed made it seem empty; incomplete. As was he. Aahil extended his fingers to her pillow, where she had lain not two minutes ago. It was still warm. It probably even smelled like her - somewhat floral but musky. Almost as if you had stepped into a room filled with flowers whilst someone was baking. Warm; cosy; homey - everything that Aahil lacked. Perhaps that was why he found her so intoxicating. He still remembered when he first felt the effect of her fragrance; it was when she was unconscious from being in the rain outside his office. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder and her scent had enveloped him, enticing him to snuggle in and just drift off. That was the first night ever that he wasn't plagued by his nightmares. At first he didn't realise, but now he knew: Sanam kept him grounded. She brought serenity, maybe because she was so pure. He then felt the attraction to her fragrance after he had saved her from the graveyard; she had managed to weld her body to his when she had hugged him in her frenzied state. He just couldn't resist. He had felt a rush of blood to his ears; all he felt was his heartbeat and her arms; all he could hear was his pulse and her pleas to him. When she was near him, everything else seemed to automatically move to the background. He was only aware of her, her eyes, her smile, her scent. He was about to roll over to her pillow to test his theory and bury his face into it, when he heard the bathroom door unlocking. Panicking, he did the mature thing. He pretended to be asleep.
Sanam came and saw Aahil still in bed. Debating whether she should wake him up or let him rest, she heard a knock on the door. It was Latiff.
"Ji Latiff? (Yes, Latiff?)"
"Begum Sahiba wishes to discuss some business matters with Aahil. Is Laad Saab awake yet? Or should I come and help..." Latiff didn't complete the sentence as he was busy trying to crane his head in. Perhaps Laad Saab might be walking around topless again - oh god he does things to my heart, main toh hoon chui mui! Latiff's eyes gleamed as he saw the precious Laad Saab draped over his bed.
"Hui maaa" Latiff very nearly pounced into the room, and probably would have succeeded had Sanam not barred the entrance. Sanam did not like this. Not one bit.
"Latiff. I will wake up Aahil. Please tell Begum Sahiba that he'll be down in ten minutes."
"Oh but Sanam, I really don't mind waking up Laad Saab, main toh hoon chui mu- "
"No. It's fine. I'm here, I'll do it." Sanam said through gritted teeth, and shut the door on Latiff's crestfallen face.
Sanam huffed. "Yeh Latiff bhi naa. Bas, Aahil ke peeche hain. (This Latiff is always after Aahil)". Sanam was already annoyed, and had she turned around she would've had reason enough to become enraged, because behind her, feigning sleep, Aahil was smirking at his jealous wife.
"Aahil. Aahil. Ootyeh (wake up). Aahiiilll." Sanam shook him slightly, oblivious that her husband had been enjoying all the tamasha (drama). But of course, Aahil Raza Ibrahim did things on his terms. He decided that a bit more fun wouldn't hurt, and besides, I want to test this new found patience she has with me.
"Kya hain? Mujhe sohna hain. Jao yahan se (What is it? I want to sleep, go away)" he said groggily, and turned the other way.
"Aahil" Sanam tried turning him but he seemed adamant. Aahil was barely suppressing his smile - he needed to be very, very careful; if she saw that he was enjoying this then she'd kill him. Sanam again tried calling him and attempted to turn his body over, but the more she pulled, the further he went. And then she found the trump card.
"I guess I'll have to tell AMMI that you're refusing her request to talk to you. Poor Ammi. She'll be so hurt. Heartbroken even. But since you want to sleep..." Sanam left the sentence hanging as Aahil shot up. Or at least he tried to with two cracked ribs and a broken arm - it was a valiant effort, honestly, up until he lost his balance and almost fell back into bed. But Sanam grabbed him.
He looked up to see her alarmed face framed with her wet hair. Beautiful. He didn't move his eyes away as she helped him sit up, not even when she clung to his side and drew his arm around her waist to support him as he got up. It was only when she looked at him to ask something that he realised he had been staring. For a long time.
Sanam felt her cheeks flush. She was still clinging to his side when she had gazed up to ask if he would need any further assistance. And then she saw it - that look. It was the same as last night: surprise, but a tender type of awe, as if he found her fascinating.
He did.
Sanam stepped back. He felt the loss of her warmth, especially her scent. She cleared her throat.
"Ji, umm, appko aur maddat chayein? Umm, woh app... Umm. App tik hain? Meri matlaab, woh, app shower karr payegi? Ya main kissise... (Do you need any more help? Umm, will you...Umm. Are you ok? I mean, will you be able to shower? Or should I get someone...)" Sanam's blush deepened as Aahil's blush just began to creep over his face.
"NO. I mean, uhh, no. I'm fine." Aahil grabbed a towel and hurried into the bathroom. He may love her, but he wasn't prepared for a full on shower session. He raised an eyebrow. Then again...
Sanam stood there half shocked, half amused. Who would've thought that Jallad Jinn has some shame? And then she started to laugh.
"Yeh Jallad Jinn naa. Itni boori nahin hain (This Jallad Jinn. He's actually not that bad)." Sanam left the room to prepare breakfast.
What she didn't know was that Aahil had heard. He had heard her tinkling laugh. He had heard what she said. And he smiled too.
A smile for Sanam.
And he didn't know how, but he fell even more in love with Sanam than he already was. Kismat.
*
Seher sat on her bed, still reeling from what that boodhi (old lady) had said:
---"It's true. Your real name is Seher Ahmed Khan. Your parents were Zoya Farooqui and Asad Ahmed Khan. They were murdered by Tanveer, but she's now Begum Sahiba. And you have a twin! She's called Sanam and she is married to Aahil Raza Ibrahim. She is now a Choti Begum. And a Badi Ammi (grandmother), Dilshaad Ahmed Khan." ---
Seher had been shocked, yes. She didn't know what to feel apart from that. At first it was disbelief. A failure to react. And then it came. Anger, jealousy, frustration, as Razia continued:
---"They abandoned you. Your Badi Ammi only saved Sanam and your cousin, Haya. She left you there, thinking you were dead. They ran, to Punjab so I hear. Twenty years, nobody knew if they were alive. If you ask me, Dilshaad should've tried to find you. They say if you look hard enough Allah always shows you the way...I guess Dilshaad was too weak to carry on her search. Or maybe she gave up too easily."---
By then Seher had kicked Razia out of her flat. Razia was alarmed - it wasn't supposed to go like this. She hadn't even told the girl her plan yet. Why was she so stubborn? Hmph, just like Zoya. Complete duplicate. Now what will I do?
Seher was pacing. Bappa, yeh kya hain? Yeh boodhi bhi naa. Sunehri ki din kharaab karrdiyaan. (Bappa, what is all this? This old lady, she's just ruined Sunehri's [my] day). Seher was trying to move some more pizza boxes off her bed when she saw it. The locket. The one she took from the Nawab's house. But she didn't know it opened. How odd. Seher picked it up. She recognised the photo immediately. It was her, of course. When she was at the orphanage, she always made Kalavati Maa take photos of her. But why were there two? Wait. There's something different about the one on the left. The right is definitely me. Look, there's my smile.
It was indeed Seher's smile. Her smile was rather special, and she took great pride in it. Her grin was lopsided, and it curved into left cheek, giving her those killer dimples. But the left photo was ever so slightly different. The girl smiling in the left had a full smile - she was beaming, and she also had a dimple. This was Sanam's smile.
Seher looked very intently at the photo. No way. She went to her mirror and experimented with her lips. Try as she might, she couldn't smile like the girl on the left. But I got this locket from the Nawab's house when I stole the necklace from Begum Tanveer...where her son Aahil Raza Ibrahim stays. With his wife. She looked at the locket, and gulped.
It did seem to make sense. She had seen her duplicate in the hospital, crying over that comatose guy. I guess that was her husband. So was she - what was the name? Ahh. Sanam. Hmph. Sanam. What a boring name. Look at my name. SUNEHRI. No. If she's really my twin, then does that mean that boodhi was right. She said my name was Seher. But. Kalavati Maa said she saved me from some accident. But she never said exactly...
Much like her mother, Seher was not a patient person. She phoned Kalavati Maa, whom she considered her adoptive aunt. It was Kalavati Maa who managed the orphanage where Seher had grown up. It was Kalavati Maa who cared for Seher when she cried at night due to her nightmares. It was Kalavati Maa that taught her at their on-site orphanage school. It was Kalavati Maa that had saved Seher. And it was now Seher's responsibility to care for her Kalavati Maa.
"Sunehri! How are you, beta? Which city are you in this time?" Kalavati Maa spoke warmly to the most mischievous but kindest child she had raised; that was why she had named her Sunehri - her golden child. She was unsure of Seher's actual profession, and Seher had not indulged in the details; Kalavati Maa's good faith was not something she wished to lose. Ever.
"I'm fine, Maa. I'm in Bhopal. I hope you're taking your medication on time."
"Ji, beta, you don't need to worry, your choti (little) duplicate, Shaina, is just as stubborn as you. She's always checking up on me." Kalavati Maa smiled, but she then Kalavati paused. Did she just say Bhopal?
"Maa, I need to ask you something. I know you've always avoided it before, but it's very important I know. Please."
"Beta, what are you doing in Bhopal?" Kalavati Maa was tense; she had tried to hide Sunehri's true origins from her. She had looked after many children with scarred pasts, but she didn't have the heart to tell Sunehri the truth. It was, after all, a terrifying one to face. Definitely not one for a young child to face. Kalavati had promised to tell her when she was older, but Sunehri had seemed content. She didn't want to burden her poor child with the reality of her bloody past. It may have been a sin to lie, but Kalavati would have made the same choice if given the chance. Sunehri's happiness was all that mattered. But things had changed. Time was nearly up.
"Maa, are you there? Listen. I need you to tell me how and where you found me please." And Seher told her Maa everything that Razia had said, about the massacre, about the fire, about her twin, about her abandonment, everything.
Kalavati was silent.
"Maa?"
She breathed. It was Sunehri's right to know, she reasoned. She couldn't put it off any longer. Especially now. Who knew if there would be any time left at all?
"I was in Bhopal for a charity group when it happened. All everyone saw was a fire. And then there was screaming and crying. Sirens, so many sirens, everywhere. I ran to help. The front entrance was blocked by crowds. I went the other way. And then I heard you. I heard you crying. The fire was spreading. You were alone and you were scared. So I ran in and took you. I'm so sorry, beta. My poor child, I didn't want you to be hurt by this. Please forgive me."
Seher was silent. She was biting her lip to stop her tears. She was finding it difficult to breathe. But she needed to know.
"Maa. What was I saying? Did I call for anyone? Did anyone come for me?"
"You kept calling for your Badi Ammi. I waited next to you, with the police. We waited for a long time. But I'm sorry, beta, I am so sorry, nobody came. I had heard that there was a mass murder there. Some rich family. I didn't hear of any survivors. I kept up with the news hoping you'd have some family, someone left to call your own. But I never heard anything. You cried every night. You didn't sleep for so long. You didn't eat. One day I found you had ran out into the rain looking for someone. You were looking for a girl, a friend I think. That night you had a terrible fever, and because you hadn't been eating, the doctors didn't think you'd survive the night. But you did. It's like you changed overnight. The doctors said your brain was suppressing painful memories. You started eating and talking. I was just happy you were alive. You still had nightmares but I managed to soothe you. When you asked me how you came to be here, I was too afraid to tell you the truth. So I lied and said that your parents died in an accident. I'm sorry beta. It was only to keep you safe. I looked for your family, Bappa ki kasam (I swear on Bappa), but I didn't find anything. Please, forgive me."
Everything was hurting. Seher couldn't breathe. It hurt to breathe. It felt like someone had driven a wedge down her throat, like all her oxygen was blowing up inside her and it couldn't get out. She wanted to scream, for someone, anyone, for Maa to help her but nothing was coming out. She was suffocating. She was frozen on the floor. She didn't remember sinking to her knees. When did that happen? And she was shaking. Why couldn't she stop shaking? Her breaths had stopped. She felt hot, too hot. It was too hot. It was all too much. She banged her hand on her chest in an attempt to restart her pitiful organ. It worked. Her heart started to beat again. She drew in a shaky breath. There was still one more question, but she already knew the answer. It was obvious wasn't it?
"Maa. Who was the girl I was looking for? Did I say her name? Do you remember?"
"I remember. You kept repeating it throughout the night. Her name was Sanam."
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SPOILER:
- Seher's decision to help Razia *DUN DUN DUH*
- Sanam and Aahil - Water. Wet. Towel. I promise that's in the next chapter. Honest.
- Tanveer gets her way
So this was used to set up three story lines:
Sanam falling for Aahil and Aahil trying to get closer to Sanam. I didn't think it was time for them to confess yet because I want Sanam to feel a bit more love for him first.
Tanveer and Rehaan: Tanveer is obviously still after money, but I've always found Rehaan interesting. I'm hoping to develop him more later on, and that way there will be a reason for his attachment to his Aahil Bhai, and also why he just gives up Sanam, his first love.
And of course, Seher and Razia: Seher seems like a clever person, so I just didn't think she'd immediatley believe Razia. I needed to give her time to hear it from someone she trusts. Now it will solidify her reasons for doing what she does.
Anyway this is it so far. I'll put up chapter 4 (still got some tweaking to do) hopefully before Friday.
As always, I welcome ALL comments, so let me know exactly how you felt. If you loved something then let me know and I'll make sure it's a constant theme, if you didn't like something then I'll make sure I improve it. 😳
Thank you for all the likes and comments so far, I am off to bed now, bye 🤗
~ Tannu
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