Hazerin Nazerin... Dekhti ankhoo aur parhne walo ko Mera Salaam...

I missed you all...

Yes we are back, and I am very thankful for the people who didn't give up on me and very sorry for this long wait.

All these updates today are dedicated to my guardian angel. Love you🤍

And love you all for being here.

Enjoy the update and keep loving...

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"یہ جو بات بات میں اُن حسین آنکھوں کی بات کرتے ہو

وہ اُن آنکھوں میں ہمارا عکس رکھتے ہیں

اور یہ جن کے خواب تمہاری آنکھوں میں ہیں نہ

وہ اپنے خوابوں میں ہمیں آداب کرتے ہیں

اور جن کے سامنے آنے پر تمہاری نگاہ نہیں ہٹتی

وہ مسکراکےلمحوں ہمیں تکتے ہیں

اوروہ جن کی صورت پر تمہارا ساراشہرمرتاہے

وہ فقط اِک ہم ہی پہ مرتے ہیں

Yeh Jo baat baat main un haseen ankhon ki baat krte ho

Wo in ankhon main humara aqs rakhte hain

Aur yeh Jin ke khawab tumhari ankho main hain na

Wo Apne khawabo main humain adaab karte hain

Aur Jin ke samne ane pe tumhari nigah Nahi hat,to

Wo muskra ke lamho humain takte hain

Aur wo Jin ki Surat pe tumhara Sara sehar Marta ha

Wo faqat ek hum hi pe marte ha

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Dawn rose from the bosom of the night, promising to end the day but the beginning of a new era. For two souls who are at war with each other, with their past.

Buds, perturbed for being awakened from a sea-deep sleep, dress into their regular floral attire. As the whole Affandi palace was decorated like the bride.

The wind, elated, belled the leaves, and the birds chirped from mellow corners. Soft music, shimmering lights, fresh and artificial flowers decor, and the elation of happiness.

People were rushing around to make sure everything is perfect, or near to perfect because it was their young master nikkah. But the man of hour stood in front of the mirror with eyes devoid of emotions and a heart full of burden.

He straighten the cuffs as he wore his watch gifted by his miyan Ji, he looked at the person standing there and he can't unsee the truth.

He was finally going to get hold of the soul promised to him, to be in his possession and to do what he want. But there is still that unsatisfactory feeling in his heart that stab and pierce him like the thorn of the roses, he reserved only for her.

"Aese mat Dekho khud ko miyan... Nazar lag Jaye gi,"

Without turning around Wajeeh knows who this person is. The presence is not pleasant but neither repulsive so he just stands there and lets the person invite themselves in like always.

"Are you done getting ready dulhe raja?"

Ignoring the question, he asked his own while the new person rolled their eyes.

"When did you come?"

Picking up the perfume bottle, he keep himself busy while the person rolled their eyes at the very typical welcome.

"Long enough to see you looking at the mirror... lost in your thoughts, or better in Bhabhi thoughts,"

"I am not lost in her thoughts... You know she is far away from those,"

Wajeeh chuckled humourlessly that didn't affect the person who came close and take a seat on the dresser looking at the man who looked like a prince in his white shalwar kameez.

"Yeah she doesn't come to your mind, she lives there... In your darkest and deepest corners,"

"Oh please... Don't start again,"

"I can't start something that never ends in the first place... Zubaria owns that black heart of yours, even if just for the hate... She does and from today she will officially rule it too,"

Those words stop all movements as he looked at his friend with dark eyes, glaring hotly at him, for anyone else it's the look that screams and demands silence but it's not efficient on his friend and that's what irritates him more.

"Shut up shahzaib... We are not having this chat again,"

Shahzaib rolled his eyes at his stubborn friend, being friends with Wajeeh Affandi was always a task but with each passing year, shahzaib make sure his friend know he is not going anywhere.

This is another topic that he never stops mentioning and Wajeeh never stops avoiding. He knew his friend loved that woman but his ego and their past are not letting him accept that.

"Then why marry her huh? Stop this game Wajeeh,"

"Whose side are you huh?"

Shahzaib sighed as picked the light pink almost white sherwani from the bed and stood behind his friend to help him wear it.

"Come on wear it,"

Rolling his eyes still annoyed but he complies with the command. Buttoning the sherwani, he looked at the mirror while his friend stand behind him.

Place his hands on Wajeeh's shoulders and looks at him with a sympathetic smile, it makes Wajeeh clench his teeth, this joker can read him like an open book, only two people have this capacity and he never likes it when they open all cards before his knowledge.

Dusting the imaginary dust and removing the non-existent wrinkles from the sherwani, shahzaib spoke gently but with words that hold the power to bend the strongest men.

"I am on your side of course you are my friend... My brother from another mother... I love you even when you are impulsive and dumb sometimes, but you know Wajeeh... Hurting her hurts you too... You can say it's all hate, but even under all this hate, there is still love... Your ego might come in the way... What happened years ago,"

"We are not talking about that,"

Nodding his head as he knows that it's a forbidden topic for his friend. But he hopes Wajeeh finds it in his heart to give this relationship a chance.

"Ok fine... But what I am saying, give it a chance, give her a chance... Let the past go... Don't let her one mistake ruin everything... She didn't even know where she go wrong...,"

Wajeeh looked at his friend, his brother with blank eyes, he had lived these words for years, having a battle with himself. He won't let anything go, she will burn in the fire, she started. The fire that was scorching his whole existence for years.

"That day... I promise myself this... it's happened 4 years ago... She started this shahzaib... And I will end this,"

Sighing at his stubborn bull-like friend's behavior he was going to scold him when the door burst open, slamming into the wall as they both turn towards it to see palwashy with a very weird and annoying expression on her face.

"Eww... If your bromance is over, please come down, Baba is calling you both,"

Shahzaib smirked at the woman who looked at him with disgust and turn to his friend and acted to whisper the words mockingly but the tone and volume is clear and loud enough to reach the woman.

"Wajeeh... Are you sure she is your sister? If yes then I guess you might need to get her back to school, if no then please get rid of her...,"

Wajeeh chuckled as his friend moved away to smile brightly at his sister who was fuming by the end of his sentence. It's no secret that palwashy Affandi and shahzaib Kayani hate each other with Passion.

He doesn't like their insults but let them be as they are adult enough for this. And the fact that his sister acts all high and mighty so he just lets them fight it out.

"Bhai stays away from him, I am sure he is secretly gay and after you... He never misses any chance to stick to your side anyway,"

This time shahzaib narrowed his eyes as he moved toward her, grinning when she step back instinctively.

"Sweetheart, I can assure you I like women 1000%... And even if I like men, I will accept it, I have nothing to hide... Just because I don't give you attention and fall at your feet, doesn't mean I am gay, some of us have high standards,"

Palwashy gasped at the cruel words but Wajeeh interrupted them before world war 3 started in his room.

"Palwashy go please, we will come soon and from next time knock on the door instead of barging in... This is your last warning,"

"Ugh, you are just like this disgusting friend of yours... Throw him away because he is ruining your sense of loyalty to your family... Ja rahi hun mujhe bhi shoq Nahi eska muh dekhne Ka,"

Stomping the ground she spat the words at Shahzaib who just smiled extra sweetly on return and go away.

"Why don't you leave her alone?"

"Oh... I love to push her buttons... And don't let me start on how excited I am about going to Hayat villa... That place always makes me happy,"

"yeah for free food and drama,"

"Yes... The best entertainment of my life,"

Picking the pocket square for his sherwani, shahzaib finished the look, as he smiled at his friend with a proud look in his eyes.

"Bas karde... Otherwise, I will think about what palwashy has said,"

Punching him on the shoulder, shahzaib made a face as he push him towards the door.

"Ew... No dude I don't swing that way and even if I do, you are totally not my type... Only Bhabhi can handle you and your vengeful heart,"

"Tu Phir shuru hogya,"

"Han, han... Come on, now let's get you married mister grumpy,"

With that, they left the room to meet at the house and continue the night where celebration and tears are in order.

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"MAMA!!! DADDA JAAN!! TAYI AMMI!! BARAAT AAGAYI,"

The loud declaration of their arrival was done by none other than Roshane Hayat khan who look like a kid on a sugar rush.

"Roshane!!! What did I say about screaming?"

"But mama-,"

"Ruko tum,"

"Baba!!!,"

And just like always, the dance of mother-daughter started as the poor Shahwar stood between them as the peacekeeper.

"Bano... My love, let her be... It's her sister's wedding. She is just excited, you go and welcome Appa otherwise she will find another reason to taunt everyone,"

Shahbano stopped as she looked at the main gate and where everyone was already busy with the flowers and smiles while here she is stuck with her stupid kid and her husband.

"Fine... But we will have a word about this later Roshane and you are coming with me,"

Taking hold of Shahwar elbow, his wife dragged him while he looked back at his daughter who was blowing kisses at him.

Shaking his head at his blessings, he turned around only to smile sheepishly when he saw shahbano glare.

Soon they join everyone at the main entrance of Hayat villa, where stood the Affandi family. The smile on beenish face was not something to miss, because she is not Hayat's family daughter today, but she came to get her daughter-in-law.

Shahbano, Fazila beghum, and Ghazal beghum were busy welcoming the guests as it was not a big function but as hosts, it's their duty to give special attention to the groom's family.

Roshane and Rumi too joined the females as the males were busy greeting the men and making arrangements.

"See Fazila Bhabhi, I finally came to take my zubi with me,"

"Alhamdulillah... Come Appa...,"

Roshane leaned towards Rumi who was smiling at the scene in front of her. This is the first time she saw her phupho this happy but soon Roshane's words get her attention.

"Look at chamak challo... Kaise idhar udhar Dekh rahi ha, I am sure she is looking for Azlaan Bhai,"

Getting annoyed by his name and the thought of them together, she turn to her twin and scolded her.

"Tumhain kya... Let her do what she wants, you come with me, let's say hello to the guests or mama will hunt us down later,"

Roshane was shocked because normally Rumi just keeps quiet while she bitch about people but this time the tigress was on the surface.

"Esko kya hua... Why is everyone after me today?"

Pouting she just followed her twin knowing that shahbano Hayat khan will hunt them down if anyone says that they didn't come to meet them. Typically desi mother behavior.

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Yawar and Azlaan finally came back from the backyard after checking the arrangements for the last time. The dinner will happen in the backyard garden after the nikkah.

As they had already changed before going out, they saw the guests have arrived. Greeting and nodding at everyone they reached the living room that was transformed into the beautiful creation of serene white.

Their minds got blown by how beautiful the twins and Kabir made the place but dedication can be seen.

As they were going to greet the groom, they saw Kabir standing here on the floral curtain with a scowl on his face. The two men looked at each other and then at Kabir.

"Loud speaker chal Raha ha na?"

Getting startled by Yawar's voice and the hand Azlaan placed on his shoulder, he looked at his brothers.

"huh?"

"Is the loudspeaker working Kabir? For the nikkah? Remember I told you to check the sound system 10 minutes ago,"

Kabir facepalms himself as he completely forgets about that whole the two men looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What were you doing little brother that you forget about it?"

"Nothing... I will go and do it now,"

Azlaan hold his shoulders as he turned him fully towards them and look at him.

"Doesn't look like nothing... Now tell us, why were you shooting laser beams on that wall as you stand here alone,"

But before Kabir can say another word or deny him, Yawar whistles lowly and spoke getting the two men's attention.

"Oh, I know what got his attention,"

Closing his eyes at the teasing tone of his older brother he knew he is caught. There is no way he can deny or escape these two.

Azlaan frowned when he looked in the direction Yawar pointed at and what he saw made his blood boil.

The woman who always ran from him, don't speak a word in his presence, smiled rarely, and don't miss any chance to escape him was standing there with her twin talking and laughing with the groom and another man.

"Who is he?"

Trying his best to keep the tone less hostile and more curious, he asked but Kabir sighed as he again turn to glare along with Azlaan while Yawar chuckled as he explained.

"That's Shahzaib Kayani... You know wajeeh's best friend since childhood...,"

That's when Azlaan remembers the man and he can clearly see the charming and bubbly kid in this man, who is definitely a charmer.

Since childhood the boy will accompany his bestie to the Hayat villa and because Wajeeh basically grow up in the house so he was a very frequent visitor.

"He never misses a chance to come here. The ladies of this household love him and the twins have some sort of crush on him... I mean I won't judge them because the man got looks but it always makes our kabiro jealous when his bestie gives another her attention,"

"I am not jealous,"

"yeah, and the apple didn't fall on Newton,"

Ignoring the two bickering siblings, Azlaan put all his focus on the girl who was smiling and laughing. As if feeling a burning gaze on her back, she turned around and the smile vanishes making his heartbreak.

Their eyes stay locked for a moment but soon Ghazal beghum called him and he looked away.

"Azlaan beta, go and receive Moulana Sahab... He is waiting outside,"

"Bhai main bhi Aya,"

Nodding at Kabir's words who wanted to escape, they left as Yawar goes to meet the groom and the guests.

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"Haye Bhai it sounds so cool,"

"yes... I am telling you it's to die for... I highly recommend it,"

Rumi and Roshane were talking with shahzaib about the new amusement park and how they wanna go there when Shahbano came there alerting her daughters.

"Rumi, Roshi...,"

"Ji mama,"

"Go and get your zubi api, nikkah will start soon... And make sure to give her the piece of chocolate I left, I don't want my girl to feel nauseous or nervous Oki?"

"Aye, aye captain,"

"Yes...and Roshi make sure your sister doesn't steal the chocolate to deliver to dadda Jaan later,"

"Mama... You cannot say that in front of people,"

"shush I can and I did... Now go,"

When her pouting daughters went away she turned to move as she has many things to do but a voice stopped her.

"Aye one of my favorite woman,"

Shahbano chuckled at Shahzaib's words, as she knew he loves to play the charmer.

"Isn't it my favorite charmer?"

"Bano!! Hey, young man eyes off my wife,"

Rolling her eyes at her husband who magically appeared out of blue and glared at the man who was almost her son. Punching Shahwar on his arm she looked at the man who is like her son and smiled brightly.

"Don't mind him zaib... He is just growing in numbers but not literally,"

"Ha ha... no offense taken aunty, but let me say you both still look amazing together,"

And Shahzaib knows what to say to make Shahwar smile as he puffed his chest like a proud caveman. While shahbano shook her head as she dragged her husband to make sure the sweet platter is nearby for nikkah time.

"Well saved young man... Now excuse me and this caveman we have some work,"

Leaving him smiling they both went as they bicker about something, this is one of many things he loved about the family. The unity and the love, it is not artificial or facade, it's pure and rare.

He looked at his friend who was sitting there lost in his thoughts, but his eyes were searching for his favorite person.

"Mujhe dhondh Raha ha zaib puttar,"

"Miyan ji,"

Turning around he beamed at the old man who he loved as his own grandfather. He hugged the man who returned the favor with equal passion.

"What's the status of Mission?"

"Stubborn as always but don't worry... I won't let him do whatever he wants anymore,"

As they both sat down they know what they are talking about, jhanzeb Hayat khan sighed but he knew His lord will help him and his children.

"And what about the other mission?"

Smiling mischievously at the man, he takes something out of his pocket and secretly drops it in dadda Jaan's palm who quickly hide it.

"It's done and complete... As you demanded, this time no one will find out where you will hide it. I have ordered a special bookcase for you, will be here in two days,"

He winked at the old man who smile brightly, he knows his love of chocolate and his family restrictions but a little happiness won't hurt anyone.

"But this is the last one miyan ji, I don't want to die anytime soon by daddi maa, shahbano aunty, or worst your beloved Rumi hands,"

Chuckling lightly he nodded his head as he looked at the man with eyes full of glee and knowledge of years.

"Han...han... I know I am surrounded by killer females don't remind me, chal Aja, nikkah will start soon,"

"yes, partner let's go... And get that stubborn bull married,"

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اور وہ جن کے انتظار میں تم اک مدت سےجاگ رہے ہو

وہ تو آنکھوں سےمنتظر ہمارے لگتے ہیں

اور جن کے قصیدے سناتے سناتے تم نہیں تھکتے

سنا ہے وہ ہر وقت ہماری ہی بات کرتے ہیں

اور یہ جو کہتے ہو کہ اُن کے سامنے لفظ نہیں ملتے

وہ ہم سے آنکھیں جھکا کر بات کرتے ہیں

اور جن کی محفل میں ادب سے تمہارے لب نہیں ہلتے

وہ ہم سے ملاقات کرتے ہیں

اور جن کےدیدار کو ہر لمحہ تڑپتی ہیں تمہاری نظریں

وہ ہماری اِک جھلک کوترستے ہیں

Aur wo Jin ke intazar main tum ek mudaat se jaag rahe ho

Wo Tu ankho se muntazir humare lagte hain

Aur Jin ke qaseede sunate sunate tum Nahi thakte

Suna ha wo har waqt humari baat karte ha

Aur yeh Jo kehty ha ke un ke samne lafz Nahi milty

Wo hum se ankhein jhuka ke baat krte hain

Aur Jin ki mehfil main adaab se tumhary laab Nahi hilte

Wo hum se mulaqat krte hain

Wo Jin ke dedaar ko har lamha tarapti hain tumhari nazrein

Wo humari ek jalak ko taraste hain

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