A/N: I know its been a very long time, so sorry about that. I've just not been inspired by the ongoing tracks at all. I hope the show picks up soon. On a happier note, heres chapter two :)
Chapter 2
The Guests had begun arriving. Asad stood at the door, greeting the extended family, close friends and acquaintances who were arriving. His polite half-smile was plastered on his face, hiding the doubts that were lurking at the back of his head. He was uneasy tonight, and wondered if it was too late to lock Najma up in the house and never let her leave. Imran...Imran who had been Najma's then Nikhat's and now Najma's again. Fate was playing a cruel game with them. He knew that for him, there was no difference in his feelings for Najma or Nikhat. If things had happened the other way around he would have felt the same pain, the same anguish which no one seemed to understand.
Farhan stood watching as the rest of the family prepared to leave for the Khan-villa. He watched in amusement at Imran's barely concealed glee at finally getting the girl he had always wanted. He was glad for Imran, the cousin he always kept in touch with through all these years away from India. Imran was the little brother he had never had, and no matter how much he disliked his mama's wife, he had always loved Imran. Farhan's mother and her brother, Imran's father had stopped speaking after he had gotten married to Haseena bi. Recently though, the two families had started speaking again although Farhan knew his father only tolerated them for his mother's sake.
Zoya smiled as she put the finishing touches on Najma's makeup. Her mind however was on the information her Jeeju had revealed. Zaid was coming to Bhopal. He was planning to open up his software company in India after a few years of working in a well-known US based software firm. He also had the intention of offering Zoya a job. Soon, her New York life and her Bhopal life, two things she had held as two very different parts of her life were about to collide.
Tanveer stood outside in the rain, her plan was almost complete. Tonight she would be taking from Asad Ahmed Khan his beloved sister's happiness. Dressed as a bride, Tanveer would make Asad realise that by turning her out, he had destroyed his sister's happiness. Najma would definitely come home as Imran's wife alright, but not before Tanveer did.
Imran wasn't going to give in to Tanveer, he was done with her. It didn't matter that he had almost destroyed his life, it didn't matter anymore. Najma was with him now, and he was ready to get out of the downward spiral his life had been going down ever since she had left him. Tonight, he would tell Najmaa the truth, the one truth that might destroy him, but he would tell her everything. All those thing he had done wrong with Nikhat, he would do right with Najma. With that resolve in mind, Imran took one last look in the mirror before going down the stairs to meet the rest of his family and leave for the Khan Villa.
Nikhat looked around at the dcor as she tried to ignore all the stares people were sending her way. It had taken great strength of will to attend the function, and an even greater strength of will to convince the rest of her family to do so. She had convinced her abbu, bhaijaan and in turn Humeira, her best friend to attend the function with her. Nuzhat too had joined in the party. She hadn't tried convince her Ammi, knowing Shireen would only make things difficult for everyone here. However, Shireen had accompanied Badi Bi to an old rishtedar's house tonight and didn't even know of them coming here tonight.
Ayaan was angry with the one person who until now had been perfect in his eyes. Asad, his beloved bhaijaan who had always been there to fix all his problems, to make everything okay was today hurting his sister beyond belief and Ayaan could never forgive Asad for doing this. Humeira walked over and slipped her hand into Ayaan's, reassuring him. Powerless to do anything else, she stood there sadly sympathizing with Nikhat but not understanding the need of attending this function. Perhaps she better than anyone could understand Nikhat's pain.
The groom's side had arrived, and Dilshad made her way to the door to welcome them. Zoya followed her Phoopi in order to help out with the greetings. As Dilshad and Zoya joined him, Asad felt uneasy. It was getting too late to stop the procedures and he had a bad feeling about this. As he looked up, he saw Haseena Bi get out of her car, that irritating smile adorning her face. That woman, his sister was soon going to become the new target of this woman. He also knew Zoya wouldn't understand the significance of Haseena Bi being a problem for Najma. Zoya saw the good in everyone, the good in every situation and even after life had handed her so many setbacks, she still managed to live everyday like a new adventure. There was nothing wrong with Zoya's thoughts, Asad had figured that out the moment he realised his love for her.
What he wasn't able to explain to her was the place a mother held for her son. Zoya could never realise that going against a mother's wishes was something no son liked doing. Love, it was all well and good, but a Nikah was the joining of two families. He couldn't explain to Zoya the inner peace and happiness he felt when he saw his family sitting together with Zoya; everyone just happy to be eating together after a long day. He wanted a family like that for his sister, one where not only would the guy love and cherish her, but she would never feel the lack of being away from home.
"Zoya, can you please go see if Najma is ready to come down?" Dilshad quickly asked as she made her way over to greet Haseena Bi. Zoya's prompt answer of "Yes Phoopi" was followed by a quick dash up the stairs, into Najma's room. Najma sat at her dresser, feeling nervous yet excited. Tonight would mark the beginning of a new life, a life with Imran. They would finally be happy together.
Tanveer stood outside the Khan Villa, ready to put her plan into action. She watched from outside as the two families' laughter and happiness. "Oh Jammy, your happiness is short-lived, as is your sister's happiness. Tonight I will take your precious Najma's happiness away from her, when I announce to the world that the love of her life, Mr. Imran Qureshi is the father of my unborn baby." Her evil laughter echoed into the night as she searched through her contacts for the number she wanted. Pressing dial, she waited for him to pick up. Tonight, she would make sure that Asad Ahmed Khan found out the real truth of her child. She would wait to tell him until after the Nikah though. She could just imagine the kind of money Asad would pay for his sister's happiness in her married life.
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