Ayaana's Heart, Demi-Jinn's Curse ~ Roshan FF

This ff series is a romantic series of Aman who is a demi-djinn and Roshni an ayaana. Aman is monstrous with his dark powers, while Roshni sweet and fragile with her angelic powers. The two even though have opposing powers are destined to become one, but the Victory of their LOVE is not EASY. This ff is a series of the victory of Aman and Roshni's LOVE, which makes them one as ROSHAN.

Character Sketch:

Aditi Sharma as Roshni Aman Junaid Khan née Ahmed

She is Rehaan and Fatima Ahmed's biological daughter, who unbeknownst to her have been killed by Aman's Abbu, Junaid. After their murder, Junaid left baby Roshni heartlessly in a basket into a fast flowing river to die. However, Roshni is an Ayaana, a girl born with angelic heart thus possessing angelic powers. The power to control the radiance of light, the power to fly using wings, the power to connect her heart with her beloved, the power to communicate with all the fauna be it a buttefly or a dragon, the powers to use shirukens and god's arrows as her weapons. The source of all these powers of Roshni were like an angel's in her WINGS, hidden in her spinal cord, unknown to Roshni herself. Being an ayaana, she gets saved by few birds and was adopted by a "TAWAIF" (courtesan) Salma, thus, becoming Roshni Ahmed, through which she also got befallen in the society as a courtesan. Later, She was forced to marry Aman and came to be known as Roshni Aman Junaid Khan.

Vikram Singh Chauhan as Aman Junaid Khan

Aman is the NAWAAB OF LUCKNOW and the second son of Junaid a descendant of Nawaabs and Parveen who is the last descendant of Sifrati Djinn, the reason for which he and his brother are targeted by Sifrati Djinn. Aman was given to Sifrati Djinn, due to a deal between the Djinn and the Junaid. But as Aman was not the real FIRST-BORN, Djinn could not accomplish his goal through Aman. The powers to possess Aman repulsed back onto Sifrati Djinn which left a part of DJINN inside Aman, making him a DEMI-DJINN. Thus, he possesses all the powers of a djinn which he controls through his companion, a CHANGING HAWK, Baazigar. However, he loses control over himself and becomes monstrous when his demi-djinn form comes out of his human body, turning his eyes glow blue, his nails grow longer, his body covered with hair and two horns portrude out of his skull.

Arhaan Behll as Kabir Junaid Khan

Aman's elder twin and Junaid's first born, with whom he had a made a deal with the Sifrati Djinn. Before Junaid could hand over Kabir to Sifrati Djinn, the family hides him into a safe place. However, Djinn finds him, and at that moment Kabir makes a deal that he will hand over his body to Sifrati Djinn in return for his life. So, Kabir is completely possessed by Sifrati Djinn, thus becoming the strongest of all the Djinns in Jinaad's Palace. While, deep inside the body, Kabir's soul is hidden which tends the humanly body, constanly in fight between the two (Sifrati Djinn & Kabir), to stop accomplishing Sifrati Djinn's evil motives.

Smita Bansal as Parveen Junaid Khan

Junaid Khan's first wife and mother of Aman, Kabir, Saima and Sara. She is the last descendant of Sifrati Jinn's family and hence A MALLIKA (Queen of Djinns) who had scarificed her family lineage to save her children from the CURSE ON THE DJINNS. However, due to presence of her powers, Sifrati Djinn finds her family and targets her first born twins. As, she had sacrificed her lineage, her powers were not inherited by any of her children. But unfortunately, as Sifrati Djinn's targets her twin sons and possess them. One turns into a DEMI-DJINN while the other A COMPLETE DJINN.

Saloni Chauhan as Rakh Djinn

Being a human earlier and having selfish motives, she had become a djinn due to a deal made with Sifrati Djinn. Later, she wished to return to her human form, for which she goes to any extent and take any risks to fulfill Sifrati Djinn's evil demands. She is the greatest personal aid of Sifrati Djinn, who accomplishes all his evil motives.

Chapter 1 (Of Light and Shadow)

In the ancient city of Lucknow, where centuries-old secrets slumbered beneath domes and shadows, destiny stirred again.

Roshni Ahmed lived a life that was anything but ordinary, though she never knew it. A cheerful girl with a heart as luminous as her name, Roshni spent her days baking sweet nankhatai biscuits in her small shop tucked in a bustling lane, and her nights dreaming of fairy tales she never truly believed. Raised in an orphanage, she longed for a family, for love, and for a sense of belonging. What she didn't know was that the universe had already chosen her for a far greater purpose—one she would stumble into, quite literally, through a portal of fate.

For Roshni was the Ayaana—the bearer of light, destined to protect the human realm from the dark forces of the Jinnat-e-Aalam, the shadow world ruled by malevolent jinn. Her bloodline carried ancient power, passed down from generations of women who could control light and truth. But unlike the heroines of the stories she had read, Roshni had no idea of her true identity. Not yet.

Aman Junaid Khan, on the other hand, had always known he was different.

Half-human, half-jinn, Aman was born with powers he couldn't always control. His eyes would flare golden in rage, objects would levitate around him, and he had learned long ago never to get too close to anyone. His father, a powerful jinn, had died leaving behind only darkness. And his mother, Parveen, haunted by fear and bitterness, had raised him to believe that love only brought ruin. So Aman locked away his heart and devoted himself to protecting his family—even if that meant burying the truth about himself.

But fate, ever fond of irony, had other plans.

Their paths collided one dusky evening, when a rift opened between the worlds and a monstrous shadow emerged to drag Roshni into the Chal Kuaa, an ancient cursed well that fed on human souls. Aman, drawn by an unseen force, arrived just in time. A single glance passed between them—her terrified, him furious—and in that moment, something shifted. The darkness quivered. The light fought back.

Aman extended his hand, and Roshni, not knowing why, trusted him.

He saved her. Not just from the Chal Kuaa, but again and again in the days that followed. When three Jinn soldiers attacked the city to retrieve the lost Ayaana, Aman defied the laws of his kind and stood between them and Roshni, taking an arrow to his chest.

It was then that Roshni's dormant powers awakened.

Her touch healed him. Her tears glowed with golden light. Her voice silenced storms.

And so, through danger and denial, through mistrust and moments of aching closeness, their bond deepened. Aman, the cursed child of shadow, found warmth in Roshni's laughter. And Roshni, who had never known love, found safety in Aman's silence.

They fought, they clashed, they saved each other from more than just enemies—sometimes from their own fears.

When Aman finally confessed his truth—that he was part jinn and unworthy of love—Roshni simply smiled and said, "You may be made of fire, Khan Baba, but you have a heart of gold. And I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."

And so, in defiance of destiny and danger, they married.

The rituals were simple, the emotions complex. The world whispered warnings, Parveen protested, and the jinn realms raged—but Aman held her hand firmly through it all. He vowed to protect her, not just because she was the Ayaana, but because she had become the light in his otherwise cursed life.

Since then, he had shielded her from every threat—from ancient curses to black magic. He had carried her, bleeding and unconscious, from the battlefield of jinn soldiers. He had lifted her from the collapsing Chal Kuaa moments before its final implosion. He had even gone against Tabeezi's warnings and used forbidden spells just to keep her alive.

But some scars don't show on skin.

Recently, Aman had grown distant. The wound from the arrows hadn't fully healed, and Parveen's words about Roshni being the daughter of a courtesan weighed heavily on his heart. He lashed out, sometimes unknowingly—once even when Roshni asked him to accompany her for a simple family errand. That moment stayed with her longer than it should have.

And yet, here she was—kneeling over a pot of garlic-tomato soup, murmuring to herself about the strange man she'd fallen for. A man who was sometimes all warmth, and sometimes all stone.

Love wasn't a fairy tale. Not when one of you belonged to the light, and the other to the shadow.

But it was still real.

And tonight, with soup in her hands and tears in her eyes, Roshni would remind herself—and Aman—why their story was still worth fighting for.

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To be continued.

Chapter 2

Roshni's Concern and the Unexpected Interruption

In the quiet warmth of the kitchen, Roshni stirred the soup gently, her eyes fixed on the simmering pot. Aman had been unwell ever since he'd been struck by the arrows of the three jinn soldiers, and though he hadn't asked for anything, her heart wouldn't let her sit idle.

Murmuring to herself, she said, "This Khan Baba is the most confusing Waiyad Praani of them all. Sometimes he's so sweet and caring..." Her voice softened as memories flooded in—how he had pulled her out of the Chal Kuaa, how he had fought the jinn soldiers to protect her.

"And then... sometimes he turns to stone," she muttered, the words trembling slightly. Her eyes welled up as she recalled how coldly Aman had dismissed her when she had asked him to accompany her to hand out the return gifts.

Just then, Sarah and Saima entered and noticed the glint of tears in her eyes.

"What happened, Bhabhi Jan? Why are you crying?" they asked in unison, concern etched across their faces.

Quickly wiping her tears, Roshni forced a smile. "It's nothing. The garlic in the soup... it's just stinging my eyes a little."

The girls exchanged knowing looks and grinned mischievously. "Bhabhi Jan, you should feed Aman Bhaiya with your hands! He'll love that!" they giggled, making Roshni blush a soft shade of pink.

Later, Roshni carried the tray to Aman's room, where Dadi and Baby were already tending to him. Seeing her, Dadi beamed. "Look, your biwi is so concerned she's brought you soup herself!"

Baby squinted in confusion. "Wait, when did Aman fall sick? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Dadi lightly tapped her forehead. "Baby, he got hurt yesterday saving Roshni in the Kaala Jungle. You forgot already?"

"Ohhh right! Totally slipped my mind," Baby said sheepishly.

At that moment, Sarah and Saima peeked into the room and announced, "Dadi, Phupi! Come with us! Bhabhi Jan wants to feed Bhaiya with her own hands!"

Aman and Roshni both looked up, startled. Roshni tried to protest, "No, no, it's better if Dadi feeds him. I don't even know how this Khan Baba likes his food."

Sarah giggled, "So what? You made this soup with your beautiful hands, Bhabhi Jan! You should be the one feeding him. Slowly, you'll learn everything about Aman Bhaiya!"

Dadi chuckled and stood up. "Well then, I and Baby need to go see Tabeezi anyway."

"But what for?" Baby asked, puzzled.

Dadi gave her a sharp look. Baby blinked, then smiled sheepishly. "Ah, yes! That work. Of course. Let's go."

The four of them left the room but lingered just outside, peeping in curiously. Aman, clearly aware of their presence, said loudly, "If you want to watch something, you can all come in and sit properly."

Embarrassed, the group scurried away.

Roshni stood awkwardly with the bowl of soup in her hands. Aman looked up at her with a hint of amusement. "So? Aren't you going to feed me?"

She hesitated, then spoke honestly, "Actually, Khan Baba... I usually end up burning whatever I cook. I've been scolded so many times for ruining the nankhatai. But this time, I was extra careful—with the garlic, the tomatoes, the pepper, the salt... everything."

She trailed off, realizing she had begun rambling. Blushing, she added, "See what you've done? Distracting me with your chatter while the soup's going cold!"

Aman raised an eyebrow. "You're the one talking nonstop. Come on now, let me have it."

As she placed the soup bowl in front of him, she said half-teasingly, "Last time you got mad just because I didn't leave the last piece of paneer for you... and look what happened. This time, please don't throw the soup at me."

Aman smirked. "Actually, I'd love to see how this soup looks on you."

"Shut up, Khan Baba, and eat," she shot back, though a smile played on her lips.

Aman looked at her with soft eyes. "Won't you feed me with your hands?"

Roshni paused, surprised. Their eyes met and held—longer than either had intended. Slowly, she picked up a spoon, blew gently on the hot liquid, and brought it to his lips.

Just as Aman was about to take a sip, a harsh voice shattered the moment.

"Stay away from my Aman!"

Parveen stormed in, grabbing Roshni's wrist and flinging the spoon away. Her eyes burned with accusation as she shouted, "You've caused enough harm! You are not Ayaana. You cannot save him from the clutches of the Jinn!"

Roshni and Aman stared at her in shock, the warmth between them suddenly engulfed by the chilling winds of reality.

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To be continued

Chapter 3 (The Breaking Point)

The silence in the Junaid Mahal shattered as Parveen's voice echoed through the hall like a thunderclap.

"She is not the Ayaana!"

Roshni stood frozen, the bowl of soup trembling in her hands. Aman turned to face his mother, disbelief clouding his eyes.

"Ammi, what are you saying?" he asked quietly, unsure if he had heard her correctly.

Parveen's gaze remained unwavering. "I'm telling you the truth, Aman. Roshni is not the Ayaana." Her eyes shifted sharply to Roshni. "And you—leave this house. Right now."

Roshni blinked, stunned. "But... Ammi?"

Before she could say more, Parveen grabbed her wrist and started dragging her toward the door. But after only a few steps, she came to an abrupt halt—Aman had caught her other hand, his grip firm and his eyes fierce.

"Aman? What are you doing? Let go! She doesn't belong here!" Parveen snapped.

Aman's voice was calm but resolute. "She is my wife, Ammi. The daughter-in-law of this house. Her name is Roshni Aman Khan—and she has every right to live under this roof, just like the rest of us."

Parveen stared at him, shocked. Roshni looked at him too, overwhelmed by his words.

Parveen's voice trembled with emotion. "Have you lost your senses, Aman? Is this girl more important to you than your mother's words?"

Aman closed his eyes briefly, steadying himself, then looked at her and said, "I'm only doing my duty—as a husband."

A heavy silence followed. Parveen's eyes widened, her breath caught. A faint, hopeful smile touched Roshni's lips.

But Parveen was far from finished.

"Fine," she said bitterly. "If you're doing your duty as a husband, I'll do mine as a mother. I must protect my son's life. And I know she is not the Ayaana."

Aman's brows furrowed. "How can you say that with such certainty, Ammi?"

Her voice rose, taut with fury. "Don't you remember? This is the same girl who once tried to separate a man from his family—for money!"

Roshni gasped, utterly shocked. Words failed her.

"Ammi," Aman protested, "why are you bringing that up now?"

Parveen's voice turned sharp, her anger crackling in every word. "Because that wasn't just the past—it was the truth of her character. Back then she was deceiving a man, and now she's deceiving all of us. Just like her mother. After all, she is the daughter of a courtesan!"

"That's not true!" Roshni cried, her voice breaking. "I never tried to deceive anyone!"

Parveen glared at her. "Then why were you marrying a man who was already married?"

The question struck Roshni like a slap. She stood frozen as memories of her rushed wedding with Sameer came flooding back—his strange behavior, her discomfort, her mother's pressure. And then it all made sense.

She had been used.

Roshni tried to defend herself, but Parveen raised her hand, silencing her.

Turning to Aman, Parveen said coldly, "It was Adaa who saved your life—not her."

Aman looked stunned. "What are you talking about?"

Parveen pressed on, her voice now filled with bitterness. "When Adaa called, I told her about your condition—about how only the Ayaana could save you. She risked her life for you, Aman. Not Roshni. Adaa is the real Ayaana."

Aman and Roshni stared at each other, bewildered. Aman vividly remembered Roshni shielding him from the jinn soldiers. How could that memory be wrong?

But Parveen's next words sliced deeper.

"I've made my decision. This girl will no longer be part of your life—not as your wife and not as the daughter-in-law of this family. You will divorce her. You will give her talaq."

Aman stood frozen, her words echoing in his ears. Two silent tears slid down his cheeks. Roshni crumpled to the ground in utter shock.

Parveen grabbed her again. "She leaves this house now!"

She pulled Roshni up and began dragging her toward the main door. Roshni instinctively clutched Aman's hand, her eyes pleading. Aman remained frozen, still processing everything—but her touch stirred something within him.

Parveen yanked harder. Roshni's hand slipped from Aman's.

That was the moment something inside him broke free.

Baazigar swooped down from above, nuzzling Aman gently. A flood of memories surged—his first meeting with Roshni, her unwavering strength, her laughter, her light.

He couldn't let her go.

Strength surged through him. He rose and ran after them.

Downstairs, Parveen threw open the door.

"A courtesan like you is a disgrace to this house!" she shouted.

Just as she pushed Roshni toward the threshold, a voice rang out.

"Ammi, stop!"

Everyone turned. Dadi, Baby, Sarah, Saima, and Chotu had all gathered, eyes wide with shock.

Dadi stepped forward, her expression solemn.

"Aman, let Roshni go."

Gasps echoed. Aman turned toward her, devastated. "Dadi? What are you saying?"

Dadi met his gaze. "You heard me. Saima's wedding is near. If people hear a courtesan is living here as our daughter-in-law, they'll destroy our family's reputation. Society will never spare us."

Roshni's heart shattered. Aman stood motionless, barely able to breathe.

Then Dadi's voice changed.

"So, before Saima's nikah, you and Roshni will be married—again. With all the rituals. With grandeur and celebration that echoes through all of Lucknow."

Everyone stared, stunned.

"There will be Imam Zamin, Mangni, Manjha, Mehendi, Sanchak, and Nikah. The whole city will know Roshni is not a courtesan. She is Roshni Aman Khan—your wife."

A collective silence fell over the room.

Roshni. Aman. Parveen.

Each absorbed the moment in their own way.

And somewhere, in that silence, a forgotten hope found its voice again.

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To be continued

Chapter 4

Everyone stood frozen, stunned by Dadi's unexpected announcement. Parveen broke the silence, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Ammi... what are you saying?"

Dadi's voice remained calm, yet firm. "Roshni is Aman's wife, and the daughter-in-law of this family. Her respect is our family's respect. I understand that the way their marriage took place raised questions, and outsiders may believe Roshni manipulated Aman. But we, as a family, know the truth. And that's why I've decided—their nikah will take place again, with all the traditions and ceremonies. So that the world no longer calls her a courtesan, but the bahu of the Khan family."

She turned to Aman. "Let her go for now, beta. We'll welcome her back officially—after your nikah."

Aman's gaze shifted to Roshni. His mind replayed the moments when she had risked her life, not once but twice, attacked by the jinn soldiers. He remembered how both Baazigar and he had fought to protect her.

He was about to speak when Parveen's voice pierced the moment.

"Then listen to my decision as well, Ammi. Today, I will bring Adaa into this house—so that she takes this courtesan's place in my son's life and in this family."

The room gasped in disbelief. Roshni looked at Parveen in stunned silence, her eyes filling with tears. Her mind reeled as she recalled her moments with Aman—his quiet care, his unexpected support. A dull ache grew in her chest.

Allah knows best, she thought bitterly. Why am I feeling sad? I should be relieved that this strange Khan Baba is finally leaving my life. Then why does it feel like I'm losing my very soul?

Unable to stop herself, tears slipped down her cheeks. She lowered her eyes and silently wept—unnoticed by everyone, except Aman.

His jaw tightened. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. Then, stepping forward, he turned to Dadi.

"Roshni isn't going anywhere."

Dadi looked at him, startled. "But Aman..."

"I understand you want our nikah to happen with all the rituals—and it will. But it will happen with Roshni living here, with me. No matter who else steps into this house."

His eyes locked with Parveen's as he said the last line, calm yet firm. Parveen stared at him in shock.

A small smile broke on Baby's face. Saima, Sarah, and even Chotu lit up with joy. The little boy clapped his hands, squealing, "Yay! Chachu and Chachi are getting married! Again! Chachu and Chachi!"

Without waiting for another word, Aman walked toward Roshni, took her hand in his, and gently started leading her back upstairs. As they climbed the staircase, he paused and turned to face the others.

"Tomorrow, we will go to Roshni's house. In broad daylight. Let the world say what it wants about us entering a courtesan's home. We will conduct the Imam Zamin there—and declare to all of Lucknow that Roshni is the daughter-in-law of the Khan family."

Roshni looked at him, utterly stunned. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. She touched her chest, confused by the overwhelming rush inside her.

Allah knows best. What is happening to me? Why is my heart racing? Why is this arrogant Khan Baba suddenly looking so... adorable?

Just as Aman turned to lead her away, Parveen's cold voice stopped him.

"The Imam Zamin ritual is always done by the groom's mother. Aman—I will never tie the silver scarf with the gold coin on this woman's wrist. She doesn't value it as this family's honor. She'll only see it as a coin to be used for her own gain."

Aman's expression darkened. Before he could respond, Dadi cut in.

"If you won't do it, Baby will. She's Aman's phuphi and holds the same place in this family as his mother."

Baby chimed in cheerfully, "Yes! Aman's phuphi will tie the silk scarf with the gold coin on Roshni's wrist."

Then she paused, frowned, and asked, "Wait... who is Aman's phuphi?"

Sarah, Saima, and Chotu immediately slapped their hands to their foreheads. Dadi groaned and lightly tapped Baby on the head.

"Ow!" Baby yelped. "Oh yeah! I'm Aman's phuphi! Of course, I'll do the Imam Zamin in place of his Ammi."

Parveen's eyes narrowed. Her anger simmered as she hissed, "Then I'll bring Adaa into this house—right now."

Everyone stared at her, disgusted by her stubbornness. Aman didn't respond. He simply turned back to Roshni and led her silently to his room.

The Next Morning

Outside Junaid Mahal, Adaa stood alongside Rakh Jinn. Her expression was uneasy.

"Until now, every plan we've made to separate Aman and Roshni has failed," she muttered. "Aman's mother has called me here to stay—but how do I drive a wedge between them?"

Rakh Jinn's eerie grin widened.

"A jinn knows every twisted path and dark emotion in this world. We were trying to use Aman's hatred against Roshni. But that hatred has now become sympathy. And before it turns into love, we need to redirect our strategy."

Adaa frowned. "But how? Roshni is the Ayaana. Her heart is full of goodness. What negative emotion can we even provoke in her?"

Rakh Jinn's grin turned sinister. "Doubt."

Adaa's eyes lit up in recognition.

Rakh Jinn continued, "We'll plant doubt in Roshni's heart—about you and Aman. Make her question what she sees. What she hears. Make her distance herself. Not because we pushed her... but because her heart tells her to."

Adaa smirked, fully onboard.

And thus, the real game had only just begun.

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To be continued

Chapter 5 (Bubble Trouble and Bathtub Blunders)

Aman and Roshni's Bedroom – Morning

A gentle ray of sunlight filters through the curtains, falling softly on Roshni's face. Birds chirp cheerfully outside as they perch on the windowpane, their sweet melody coaxing her awake. Slowly, Roshni opens her eyes, smiles at the birds, and says cheerfully, "Good morning!"

She turns toward the sofa, expecting to find Aman, but notices it's empty. "Where did he go so early in the morning?" she wonders aloud. As she sits up, flashes of the previous day rush through her mind—especially Parveen's cold hostility toward her. Her face falls slightly. "Allah knows best," she murmurs. "I should get ready quickly and help Ammi in the kitchen. Maybe then I'll win her heart."

She walks into the bathroom and tries to shut the door, only to find the doorknob broken. Frowning, she mutters, "Allah knows best! This Khan Baba, always chanting 'Kiya Meefa, Kiya Meefa' like some grand magician, can't even fix a doorknob!"

She mockingly imitates Aman, raising her hands dramatically, "Kiya Meefa!" but the door remains stubbornly broken. "Even the doorknobs in Khan Baba's house have his attitude," she grumbles. "Anyway, why waste my time?"

She fills the bathtub with warm water and bubbles, then wraps herself in a towel before slipping into the tub. The warmth soothes her, and before she realizes it, she dozes off in the bubbling water.

Outside the Bathroom – Rakh Jinn and Adaa

Rakh Jinn smirks as she lays out her plan to Adaa.

"I've broken the bathroom doorknob and cast a shield around it so Aman's voice won't reach Baazigar. He won't be able to use his magic inside. When he enters, he'll be forced to bathe with the door ajar. And once he begins, I'll cut the water supply. He'll try to use magic—but fail."

She adds with a sly grin, "That's when you enter, pretending to have heard his voice and offering to help. Eventually, the whole family will arrive... and seeing you and Aman in such a compromising situation will be enough to plant the first seed of doubt in Roshni's heart."

Inside Aman's Bathroom

Aman walks in, puzzled to find no one around. "Where did that crazy woman go? She must be downstairs."

He notices the broken doorknob and calls for Baazigar. But there's no response. "Great! Now Baazigar has joined Roshni in her drama. Even he doesn't listen anymore!"

He eyes the bathtub, filled with bubbles. "Why on earth would she leave the tub like this?" He shakes his head in disbelief and begins to undress. Fully naked, he steps into the bath cubicle and turns on the shower. Just as he starts soaping up, the water abruptly stops.

Meanwhile, Outside

Rakh Jinn casts her spell. She signals Adaa, who nods and prepares to walk in.

Back in the Bathroom

"Why did the water stop?" Aman mutters, frustrated. "Baazigar!" he calls again, but still no response.

At that moment, Roshni stirs awake beneath the bubbles. She jerks up, gasping. "Ya Allah! Thank goodness I didn't drown in my sleep. Khan Baba doesn't even let me sleep in peace!"

She groggily gets out of the tub, wrapped in her towel—just as Aman steps out of the cubicle, completely unaware of her presence.

Their eyes meet.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Roshni screams in shock.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Aman yells, realizing she's there, and quickly grabs a bucket to cover himself.

Roshni, covering her eyes, shouts, "What kind of shameless creature are you, Khan Baba?! Walking around naked?!"

Aman fires back, "Should I take a shower in a full suit and tie?! What are you doing in my bathroom?!"

"This is my bathroom too!" she retorts. "And I was here first. I just... fell asleep in the tub!"

Aman stares in disbelief. "Who in their right mind sleeps in a tub filled with water?!"

"I do!" Roshni snaps. "And what's your problem—" She turns to face him, then quickly averts her eyes again. "Ugh! Khan Baba, at least wrap a towel around you!"

"My eyes are burning with soap! I can't see a thing. How do I even find the towel?" he grumbles.

Annoyed but flustered, Roshni grabs a towel, walks over with eyes tightly shut, and stretches it out. "Here. Take it."

But Aman, unable to see, fumbles and doesn't grab it. Finally, Roshni sighs, wraps the towel around him herself, cheeks flaming. Aman freezes, feeling oddly awkward. ("Kahani Hamari" instrumental plays softly in the background.)

Just as Roshni turns to leave, she accidentally steps on a bar of soap Aman left on the floor—and slips. Aman instinctively pulls her toward him, and she clutches him tightly in fear.

"Roshni, what are you doing?! Let go!" Aman shouts.

Realizing she's clinging to a half-dressed Aman, she lets go instantly—just in time for Adaa's voice to ring out from outside, "Aman!"

Panicked, they both stumble—right into the bathtub together.

The Family Enters

Adaa walks in and freezes, stunned to see Aman and Roshni tangled up together in the bathtub.

Moments later, the rest of the family storms in—equally shocked.

Chotu enters, wide-eyed. Saima quickly covers his eyes, murmuring, "Not for your little eyes!"

And as silence falls over the bathroom, all eyes locked in shock, Roshni and Aman remain frozen—wrapped in towels, drenched in chaos, and tangled in a moment neither of them expected. Between stolen glances, awkward tension, and the weight of everyone's stares, one thing becomes painfully clear: nothing in this house stays hidden for long.

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To be continued.

Chapter 6 (Bathtub Confessions and Bursting Bubbles)

The entire family stood frozen, stunned to see Aman and Roshni—wrapped in towels—together in the bathtub. The silence was broken only by the rustle of Saima's quick reflex as she covered Chotu's eyes, shielding him from the scene. One by one, the rest turned their backs in awkward haste.

Parveen's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. "Aman, what is going on here?!"

Aman, visibly flustered, stammered, "Actually, Ammi... the shower water stopped suddenly and—"

Before he could finish, Sara raised an eyebrow and interjected with mock seriousness, "So you thought it was the perfect time for a romantic bath with Bhabhijaan? How romantic!"

A chorus of giggles followed. Aman and Roshni turned crimson.

"Enough, Sara!" Parveen snapped. "Aman, clean up this mess and come downstairs for breakfast."

With that, the family slowly dispersed, though not without exchanging a few amused glances. Aman and Roshni remained in the bathroom, still too embarrassed to speak. Roshni, uncomfortable, crossed her arms over her chest. Aman, sensing her unease, quickly turned his face away. He got up, retrieved a dry towel, and gently draped it around her shoulders.

"You finish your bath here comfortably," he said quietly. "I'll use the guest room."

(Kahani Hamari plays softly)

Roshni looked at him, her expression softening. "Allah knows best... This Khan Baba might show off his attitude most of the time, but he's got a kind heart."

Later, both returned to the bedroom—fresh out of their showers, wrapped in bathrobes, and still carrying traces of their earlier embarrassment. Aman immediately walked over to the cupboard, fumbling for his preferred blazer and shirt. But the exact ones he wanted seemed to have vanished.

"Baazigar!" he called.

This time, Baazigar appeared—only to fly past him with majestic disinterest and perch on the window.

"Baazigar!" Aman called again, more sternly.

The magical bird turned his head away, ignoring him.

Aman scowled. "You've really started showing attitude lately!"

Roshni, watching from behind, muttered under her breath, "He's only taking after his master."

Aman spun around. "Did you say something?"

Roshni walked toward the cupboard. "Let me help you." As she stood close to him, he instinctively moved aside, feeling a strange flutter of discomfort again. She reached in and, without hesitation, pulled out exactly the outfit he was looking for.

He blinked, surprised. "How did you know I wanted these?"

She smirked. "Allah knows best... Why wouldn't I? After all, you are my shohar."

His eyes widened at her words.

Roshni's eyes darted nervously. "I—I mean, you always wear such boring colours. So predictable!"

Aman narrowed his eyes, mock insulted. "Rubbish! My style is classic. Do you know I'm considered one of the most handsome men in Lucknow?"

Roshni laughed out loud. "Allah knows best! Handsome, Khan Baba? That's rich!"

Even Baazigar gave a chirp that seemed suspiciously like a laugh.

Aman rolled his eyes and walked away.

Outside, Hidden in Shadows

Rakh Jinn and Adaa were observing everything.

Adaa folded her arms, frustrated. "You said this plan would drive them apart. But look at them! They're getting closer."

Rakh Jinn's eyes gleamed with malice. "Can't you see? Every time we try something, it's Roshni who ruins it. But not for long. I'll set a trap so twisted, she won't even realize she's walking straight into it. And this time... she won't be able to stop us."

Junaid Mansion Dining Hall

Downstairs, Sara, Saima, and Chotu waited impatiently. Aman finally arrived and sat down, followed closely by Roshni. Adaa, trying to keep up appearances, hurried ahead of her and took the seat beside Aman.

Parveen smiled politely. "Have a seat, Adaa."

Aman shifted uncomfortably. Roshni's face fell.

But before Adaa could settle in, Dadi's voice rang out.

"Adaa, Aman's nikah was with Roshni, not you. What was once planned didn't happen. Inshallah, I believe it was Allah's will. Let Aman's biwi sit beside him."

Everyone fell silent.

Adaa, stung by the words, forced a smile and stood up. Roshni hesitated, but Dadi gestured toward the seat.

Roshni took her place beside Aman. They exchanged quiet, grateful glances. (Soft background music plays)

Sara elbowed Chotu, who stood up and innocently asked, "Dadi, in school, boys and girls use different bathrooms. So... can a boy and girl take bath together?"

Aman choked on his food. Parveen reached out to help, but Roshni quickly patted Aman's back and handed him juice.

Parveen sighed in frustration.

Dadi and Baby burst into laughter. "Not all boys and girls can, Chotu," Dadi said, winking at the couple. "But a miya and biwi can."

Baby blinked. "But we're doing Aman and Roshni's Imam Zamin, right? So who are the miya and biwi?"

Dadi gave her a small thump on the head.

"Oh right!" Baby giggled. "Their nikah already happened! Should we go to Roshni's house for the rasam, Ammi?"

Suddenly, Adaa stood up.

"Excuse me, everyone. I think it's time I returned home."

Parveen looked alarmed. "But Adaa—"

"No, Ammi," Adaa interrupted firmly, glancing at Roshni and Aman. "It's better I stop coming between them now."

With a sweet but chilling smile, she turned and walked away—masking the smirk playing at her lips.

Back in the Dining Hall

Parveen's expression hardened. She turned to Dadi, her voice trembling with restrained fury.

"You all go to this courtesan's house and celebrate her Imam Zamin if you must—but I will never step foot in that place. Nor will I ever accept that woman as my daughter-in-law."

With that, she stormed away, leaving behind an air thick with tension.

Roshni, stunned and teary-eyed, lowered her gaze. Aman looked at her with quiet anguish, the pain of divided loyalties written clearly on his face.

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To be continued.

Chapter 7 (Whispers, Rituals, and Shadows)

As Aman's family arrived at Salma's home, the street fell into a hush—broken only by mocking voices from the watching neighbours.

"Till now, only men came here seeking courtesans to dance at their parties," one snickered. "But now, even a whole Nawab family has arrived. Looks like courtesans are in fashion these days!"

Roshni's heart sank at the cruel words. She lowered her gaze, trying to compose herself. But Aman had seen her expression, and that was enough.

His eyes darkened with anger. Stepping forward, he confronted the crowd with a steely voice.

"Maybe earlier, people did come here seeking courtesans. But today, my family is here for something far more honourable. We've come to ask for Roshni's hand in marriage. And with the Imam Zamin ritual, we are officially welcoming her as the daughter-in-law of the Khan family."

There was stunned silence.

"I extend an invitation to all of you—to witness the ceremony and bless her. She is no longer just Roshni. She is now the pride of our household."

He turned, eyes firm. "Khuda Hafiz."

Dadi and Baby beamed with pride.

Dadi said with warmth, "You've finally begun to act like Roshni's Mia jaan, Aman. Fighting for your wife's respect—that's what a true husband does. And today, my heart swells seeing my grandson stand up for his biwi."

Aman and Roshni exchanged a look—full of emotion and unspoken gratitude. (Soft background music plays)

Sara, Saima, and Chotu coughed in playful teasing.

Dadi laughed. "Come, let's begin Roshni's Imam Zamin."

Inside Salma's House

Salma watched in astonishment as the Khan family entered—with gifts double the grandeur of those brought by Sameer's family. Her eyes sparkled, not from joy, but from strategy.

Dadi greeted her warmly, "As-salamu alaykum!"

Salma replied, "Waalaykum as-salam."

Dadi continued, "We've come to perform the Imam Zamin of Aman and Roshni. When their nikah happened, the circumstances didn't allow us to celebrate. But now, we want to honour every ritual with pride. Our Imam has already conducted the Salat al-Istikhara. Let us begin."

Salma paused, caught off guard. She remembered her promise to Rakh Jinn—to separate Aman and Roshni. "They've begun to truly accept Roshni," she thought. "This is going to be more difficult than I imagined... unless—" She remembered Rakh Jinn's instructions. "Instill doubt in Roshni's heart."

Regaining her composure, she smiled sweetly. "That's wonderful. I'm glad you've accepted my daughter into your family. But... where is Parveen Sahiba?"

Everyone fell silent. Saima answered carefully, "Ammi has a high fever. She's resting at home."

Salma's eyes narrowed. "Or is she still against the nikah? I need to find out." Outwardly, she smiled. "Shall we begin the ritual?"

The Imam Zamin Ceremony

Roshni sat at the center, flanked by Dadi and Salma. Aman stood nearby with Sara, Saima, and Chotu—though his eyes kept wandering toward his bride.

Chotu whispered, "If you want to keep staring at Chachi, just sit beside her, na!"

Aman blushed deeply.

Baby approached Roshni with two silver-threaded bands, each adorned with gold coins. She tied them gently around Roshni's wrists.

"Do you know the meaning of this ritual?" Baby asked.

Roshni shook her head. Baby smiled, "Well... I forgot too!"

Dadi rolled her eyes. "It means that from today, Roshni is officially our daughter-in-law. And from this moment, she belongs to Aman."

Aman and Roshni's eyes met—soft, lingering, filled with everything words couldn't say. (Music swells gently)

Dadi then announced, "With Imam Zamin complete, the next ritual is the Mangni. Everything has been arranged at the Junaid Mahal. Roshni will now stay with us until the nikah."

She turned to Salma. "We'd be honored if you joined us there as well."

Salma put on an act of polite resistance, murmuring about societal taboos and living in a daughter's in-laws' home. But with persistent coaxing from Dadi and Baby, she finally agreed.

As they walked toward the exit, Salma's thoughts turned dark. "Now that I've entered the Junaid Mahal, I will twist Roshni's heart so tightly that she'll never say 'Qubool Hai' at the nikah." Her lips curled into a triumphant smirk.

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To be continued.

Chapter 8

Junaid Mahal – A House of Celebration and Schemes

The air inside Junaid Mahal shimmered with excitement as vibrant drapes, fragrant flowers, and shimmering lights transformed the residence into a palace of joy. Dadi and Baby moved through the grand halls, supervising the final touches for the engagement.

Baby glanced around curiously and asked, "Ammi, why is the house being decorated so elaborately today? It's neither Eid nor Muharram."

Dadi, without missing a beat, teased, "These decorations are for my nikah."

"Really?!" Baby exclaimed. "Wait... WHAT? Ammi, you're getting married again—at this age?!"

Dadi rolled her eyes and gently smacked her on the head. "No, you silly girl! These decorations are for Aman and Roshni's engagement!"

Baby blinked, then giggled sheepishly. "Oh right... I forgot!"

Aman and Roshni's Room – A Mother's Poison

In their room, Roshni stood in front of the mirror, putting on the final touches to her elegant attire. Just then, Salma entered with a soft smile, her eyes warm—at least on the surface.

"My little princess," she whispered, "you look breathtaking. Just like your mother."

Roshni blushed and turned, only to be drawn into a conversation that would change everything.

"So," Salma began, her tone light but probing, "how are things between you and damaad ji?"

With a gleam in her eyes, Roshni replied cheerfully, "Allah knows best! Khan Baba is... really good, Ammi. He takes care of me. Yesterday, he even defended your honor when the neighbors insulted you. He's... kind. Thoughtful."

Salma's eyes narrowed slightly, but she masked her intentions behind a smile. "And what about love, Roshni? Does he love you?"

The question made Roshni pause. Her face flushed with memories—moments shared with Aman that had unknowingly carved a space in her heart. She lowered her gaze, smiling to herself.

Salma noticed the change instantly. "What happened, hmm? Where did my laado go?"

"Nowhere, Ammi," Roshni replied shyly. "Right now, nothing like that exists between us. But... after nikah, don't most husbands and wives grow into love?"

Salma's expression hardened slightly. Her voice dipped. "Do you truly believe Aman will ever accept you as his wife?"

Roshni's smile faded. "Ammi, why would you even ask such a thing? Khan Baba is not like Sameer—the man you proposed for me, who was already married."

Salma's eyes widened in shock. Roshni's tone grew colder. "Yes, I found out. Not from you, but from my mother-in-law."

Trying to regain control, Salma deflected. "That's exactly what I'm worried about. What does your mother-in-law really think of you as a daughter-in-law? Has she ever truly accepted you?"

Roshni looked confused. "Why are you so concerned about her acceptance, Ammi?"

Salma turned away for a moment, her eyes flashing with sinister glee. "You're stepping right into the trap, my child." Composing herself, she turned back with feigned tenderness. "Laado, I'm just trying to help you see the truth."

"What truth, Ammi?"

"That Aman... doesn't love you. And he never will."

Roshni's heart skipped a beat. "What are you saying...?"

"Because," Salma said, her voice sharp, "there is someone else in his life."

Roshni stood frozen. The delicate bangle set in her hand slipped and clattered onto the floor, scattering like broken illusions.

Salma continued, "He married you only to save his mother. And now, he's using you to protect his family. But when all of this is over, Aman will give you talaaq... and marry Adaa. Because she is the one he truly loves."

Tears welled up in Roshni's eyes, blurring her vision, dark kohl now streaking her cheeks.

"But how do you know this?" she whispered.

Salma placed a hand on her shoulder. "Because I've lived this life. A courtesan is only desired until her usefulness ends. Then she's discarded. Aman doesn't see you as his equal—he sees you as a means to an end. A tool. You are an Ayaana—a magical shield for his family. And when the danger is gone, so will be your place in his life."

Roshni's legs trembled. Her world cracked.

Salma leaned in one last time, her tone deceptively soft. "I know you hated me for suggesting Sameer. But he would've loved you, cherished you. Unlike Aman, who will one day cast you aside for Adaa. And you'll be left... as the second woman in his life."

Salma turned and walked out, a wicked smile curling on her lips.

"The seed of doubt is planted, Rakh Jinn. Now, it's your move."

Elsewhere in Junaid Mahal – Shadows Among the Guests

Among the swirling guests and celebration, two unseen threats slipped through the crowd—Rakh Jinn and Adaa, both cleverly disguised.

Adaa whispered impatiently, "Today is Aman's engagement. Do you really want to stand here and watch them exchange rings?"

Rakh Jinn's gaze was fixed, her voice calm but dangerous. "We haven't come to watch. We've come to act."

"Then why are we here?" Adaa demanded.

Rakh Jinn smiled darkly. "To bring back Sifrati Jinn."

Adaa's eyes widened. "But you failed to retrieve his ashes. You said we needed them!"

"I did," Rakh Jinn replied. "But now, I've discovered another way."

"How?"

Rakh Jinn leaned in and whispered, "Through Aman."

"What?!"

"Don't forget—Aman is a Demi-Jinn. A part of Sifrati Jinn lives within him. And tonight... that part will awaken."

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To be continued.