Hania is in my Nikah and I am second away from destroying everything you hold dear to yourself. So, you will turn away from her, forget Hania ever existed in your life and never come back. Am I clear?". His threatening voice had everyone in fear

Her uncle looked scared and knowing how much power the man in front of him hold had him cowered back in fear as he ran away. Khizar turned his red eyes filled with pure anger towards the woman he had or thought he loved because the woman he loved was not an abuser or more. He was in love with fake.

He wasn't anymore.

He holds her hand pulling her along with him towards the house as they reached in he pushed her so she fell on the ground hard crying in pain.

"Khizar, I am your wife". Ayesha yelled angrily

"Now, you remember that?". Khizar yelled angrily bending down to her level as he held her chin towards him, "Now, you remember you were a woman who had all the power of the world and this huge mansion along with a son. You had every blessing someone out there is wishing for and what did you do?. You went out to buy people's lives than destroying them each day. You throw your own son away to someone else for what?. For what, Ayesha?".

He had for now just seen things she had been doing not why she had been doing it.

Ayesha didn't speak and cried some tears which had no impact on him now. He had seen the woman (Ayesha) hitting another woman (Hania) for no reasons other than her own personal pleasure. She had made another woman lose her ability to ever have her own child. He was a man but he knows how much he wanted and loved his own child. A woman not being able to have her most powerful ability with her must have broken her so much. He could never pity with a woman who didn't care that her son was looking at his own mother abusing someone weak.

He couldn't even imagine if Hania wasn't there to teach his son right and wrong and his son being sensible enough to know that his own mother was doing wrong he might have been the next criminal abusing the weak around.

His head spins around the possibilities and everything he wasn't aware of. He knows he was at fault, so much fault and he wasn't sure how he will let go of this guilt.

Ayesha had ran away scared that Khizar might hit her and now Khizar was alone still standing there fighting himself.

He feels someone wrapping their arms around his waist then a head on his chest holding him tightly stopping his every thought. He feels someone else wrapping short arms around his legs and that was what paused everything around.

Hania and Hamza were not aware of what happened to Khizar but he looked in pain and they didn't like seeing him in one so they did what they wanted when they were in pain. Hug him.

"Abbu (father), I am here and Ammi (mother) is here too". Hamza said nodding his head to himself

"We are here, Khizar, don't worry everything will be fine". Hania said patting his back

Khizar falls on the ground as he hears their words assuring him. The guilt and the pain were coming back at him. But he felt like breathing again with them beside him. So he hugged them both tightly to himself.

"I promise, soon we will all be happy". Khizar promised

The day went on and Khizar haven't spoken much but he had only spent time with his family (not Ayesha) because with them he felt true emotions.

The next day was the party while Hamza and Hania remained in their room and Jamil's wife would bring them food not wanting to be associated with Ayesha alone since Khizar was out for work. They heard loud music and more going around.

She played some Surah (verses) on a tablet for Hamza and placed headphones for him so he wouldn't want to leave and watch the shameful party. She wanted to check his mother since she was alone and sick too. Her health was going bad rather quickly but she always remained smiling. She would say that what she wanted was happening and she couldn't have asked for more. Her life mission and wish were fulfilled. Hania wasn't sure what she meant.

After placing a sleeping Hamza on the bed she called her husband who didn't answer so she thought either he was busy in the party or business. She understands that this mansion wasn't standing just because of the endless supply of money but that money needed to be earned which meant endless efforts needed by her husband. She was a supportive wife and as much as she loves the attention she loves to give back to people more.

She walked away from the room slowly taking steps towards the other side of the corridor she could see the whole house filled with people and she didn't want to be seen. As she stepped forward someone stood in front of her making her scream in fear.

Khizar had a busy day today whatever Ayesha had been doing would be in his hands tonight and he couldn't wait to see what it's all about. He looked down at his phone which had his dear wife miss call just one and he knows she respected him working. He had seen how much understanding she was and not demanding at all.

He wanted to see his son and wife first when he entered the house he remembered that today was the party he was least interested in. Before Ayesha could see him he walked towards his son room to find him sleeping peacefully but no Hania. He frowned walking away from the door and farther away.

Until he heard a scream that had his blood run cold. Not any scream but Hania's scream. He ran towards her shouts hoping Ayesha wasn't hitting her again. But the scene in front of him breaks his heart.

There was his wife screaming and pushing the man away from her. He saw Ayesha joining him. But he took the step in second after being shocked punching the man away from his wife. He holds Hania in his arms to check if she was fine when he saw the slap imprint and her crying badly all he saw was red.

He moved towards the man (the same man he found outside of his house) punching and kicking him hard until his guards came and separate them.

"She called me". The man said pointing at Hania

Khizar broke away from his guard punching the man again holding his collar, "How dare you?. How dare you placed your filthy hands on my wife?. How?".

The anger was pushing his rational side to end he couldn't see his wife being raped or touched against her wish. He had been respectful and never touched her how could someone even enter his house and do such a thing?.

"Sir, we know who the man is and you have to see this". His guard pleaded

"Khizar, please". He heard her begging him

He stopped immediately and turned to his wife handing the man to his guard asking them to empty his house and he will deal with this. He holds his wife closer to himself inhaling her scent which calmed him down.

"I am sorry, Hania. I was late". He whispered

"No, no, you came on time or he would have-". She started crying without being able to finish the sentence

Khizar took her to her room asking her to change and after tending to her wounds and handing her a pain killer he laid beside her wrapping his arms around her to provide her comfort to sleep. After some minutes she was peacefully sleeping and he placed her back moving to deal with the man downstairs.

As he walked in the empty hall he saw Ayesha looking pale and the man face was filled with bruises.

"Khizar, he might be right Hania had called him. I am sure". Ayesha said

Khizar turned his red eyes glaring at Ayesha, "Don't and I mean it. Do not speak about my wife like that. Am I clear?".

Ayesha nodded scared.

"What do you have?". He asked his guard

He looked down at the file and his eyes widen as he looked at the content he threw that file at Ayesha who looked at it then at him with wide eyes.

"This is a lie". Ayesha said

"A lie?. It says that he was your boyfriend before you married me and then you transferring money in his account. It shows pictures of him coming in and out of my house. Pictures of you and him together and more. You are saying this all is a lie?". He yelled angrily

"I am done". He said finally as he looked dead in Ayesha's eyes

"I divorce you". He said the first time and Ayesha ran to him but he raised his hand stopping her

"I divorce you". He feels his shoulder weight lifted as he remembers the times she had hurt that innocent soul

"I divorce you". He said last time ending every relationship for the sake of himself and his own family who had suffered her brutality

Ayesha stood there shocked that her plan had backfired she called her boyfriend to have Hania raped and show it as she had called him but now she stands there with no husband, money or any power.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS". Ayesha yelled angrily

"Guards, throw them out and make sure they are never seen here again". He said with finality

That was the end of the woman who had done wrong to another. But she forgot that Allah was greatest and when he starts his game no one could stand in front of him. A woman with faith could never be broken and Allah would never allow harm to her more than he wanted her to have to be strong and face the world.

Everyone came to know about Ayesha's doing and the house remained quiet for a month. Hania was going to a doctorate degree adjusting her timing so she can take care of her family whome she loves. It was only a few days after Ayesha was thrown out that when she came back from her classes she found two elder people with her husband.

She wanted to move away but then heard Khizar calling her. He forwards his hand and she took it sitting beside him.

"Ayesha had done nothing. This woman had used some magic to trap you. My daughter is not like that". The elder woman said angrily

"Don't speak about my wife that way". Khizar said angrily throwing the file with proof towards them,"There are video footage and more details in there you can see how good your daughter was and that is not the end she had tortured my wife every single day and I could show you the scar but I will not have some outsider looking at her body. There is the bat who had blood strains on it that Ayesha used on my wife".

Haina holds Khizar hand tightly and she held her back just as tight.

"She is my wife and she will remain until my last breath. Your daughter played with me and my family and I will not have someone like her in this house. I wanted to have her suffer as much as my wife did but I have just kicked her and took my son rights from her but if you or her try something with me or even think about insulting my wife the results will not be good". He said angrily

After that time, the house started having it's life back. Hamza was happy to have his mother (Hania) have his custody as he didn't want to ever be back to Ayesha. He hasn't considered her as his mother even after Hania had said many times he will never forget how she (Ayesha) treated someone he loves.

He was just like his father. And now Khizar would take her out on dates and bring her things that he knows she loves. He would spend hours hearing her talking and wanting to learn all about her so he can fulfil all her wishes. They had shared a kiss or kisses but he never took a step forward. He would show how much he respected her each day and he wanted to heal her every wound.

To start with he wanted to do things right so he holds Hamza's hand as he stands in the hall waiting for her to come back from her classes. He heard the door opening and his heart started beating rapidly.

"Abbu (father) do it right". Hamza said stern

Khizar nodded as he saw her looking around in dark.

"Why is it so dark?". She mumbles switching the lights on

She gasped as she saw the balloon and decoration around and then at her husband and child.

"What is it?". She asked confused

"Hania, I know I might not be best at it". He started receiving a kick from his son, "Ouch. I mean I am absolutely not good at this. But I wanted to do everything right and it is with making you my wife, not in secret but accepting you in front of the world. By having you as my wife from heart and no because of need. I wanted to have you in my life rightfully and wanted us to forget the bad days and start new. Will, you accept me and my son and marry me?".

That was her day the day she feels she was wanted. The day she knew Allah had answered her every prayer and then she was accepted as a wife of Khizar. Everyone knows and everyone respected her.

It was the first night after their marriage and she was sitting waiting for her husband. She heard the door opening and her heart started beating as he neared her.

"You are still so shy from me, Biwi (wife)". He said chuckling not wanting her to be scared

He walked closer to her lifting her veil and his breath caught in his throat. She was a beautiful woman he had seen and his heart agreed.

"You may not be my first but I promise you will be my last and forever. If we meet in Jannah (heaven) I want us to be together there". He said smiling and she smiled nodding, "I brought you a gift".

He hands her the file he had been working on. She opened the file and tears started brimming in her eyes as she looked at him for confirmation.

"This is your parent's house, Biwi (wife), now it's yours". He said wiping her tears away, "Have I told you how much I love you today?". He asked and she shakes her head, "I will show you tonight then".

That was a blissful day indeed. She wanted to be accepted, respected and most of all loved. And in the end, she had it all. Maybe even more than she has thought.

Years passed, Hamza was now about 10 years old and same young boy for her. She stands in front of the mirror looking at the glowing woman who was being loved and her skin was healthy, her eyes shining and each scar she had on her skin was now her battle marks. That her husband loves a lot.

She walked downstairs smiling to herself when she heard the duo downstairs.

"Ammi (mother), how many times I have told you, you cannot take stairs"

"You cannot take stairs, Biwi (wife)".

Hamza and Khizar said together and then looked at one another. They have a sort of competition who can take care of her well.

"I am perfectly fine walking". She whined

"No, you will not take the stairs". They said glaring at one another

Khizar smirks at him, "Why don't you bring her down, son?".

Hamza stomped his feet on the ground, "One day I will grow big and wouldn't let you carry her anywhere".

"Oh yeah, she is my wife and I will do anything I want with her. You are not taking her anywhere". Khizar argued

Hania let them argue as she was about to take another silent step down when she heard her husband who was still glaring at her son, "Don't even think about taking a step, biwi (wife)".

She huffed as he wrapped his arms around her taking her down the remaining steps and bringing her to the couch. Hamza brought her milk and fruit which she whined but ate anyway.

"I am going to finish my homework. I love you Ammi (mother) Abbu(father) and my lovely sister". He yelled

"It's a boy". Khizar yelled

He groaned when his wife giggles beside him and then bend down pressing a kiss on her big stomach and then forehead.

"How is my beautiful biwi (wife)?". He asked smiling tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear

"Perfect". She grinned

She hadn't finished her studies and no, she wasn't pausing it either. Her husband and son supported her throughout her nine months and she knows she will do a better job when the child will be here.

Yes, she was having a baby, it was a miracle no one had thought about. It came to her by surprise and she had her heart almost stopped at the news that Allah had indeed shown he showers his blessing on whom he wants.

Now, she was nine month in and only she knows what's the gender is because she loves her son and father fight each other on it.

Her mother-in-law was no more and she was true to her words. Once the house was filled with laughter and happiness she passed away. After a few months of her marriage. They missed her at times but knows she is in a better place.

They have left the mansion and now lives in a small but comfortable house. It wasn't the size that matters but the hearts and their heart were connected. So the house that had Hania heart was what they bought. The mansion walls reminded them of pain and they wanted to only remember happiness so they have let go of that place completely.

Now, they live in their own house and Hamza and Khizar love that the house had imprints of the person they have loved with their hearts.

Allah had never let down the ones that believe in him.

"What if it's a girl?". She asked smiling patting her stomach

"It's doesn't matter to me if it's a boy or a girl. The thought of having a child with you is enough for me. But, I love arguing with Hamza. Did you ever see how when he talks about having a sister his eyes are filled with so much love and excitement and then the protectiveness over her. If it's a girl she will have us both to protect/love her just like her mother". He said kissing her forehead wrapping his arms around her