Driving amidst the gigantic mountains of Doon, racing past the isolated road in the darkest hour of New Moon night. Omer is highly imaptient to reach his destination. Mentally cursing Abeer's father to build a home in the outskirts of the city.

He was really stressed and feeling lost after his Grandma left. Nobody was powerful enough to stop her and the one who actually had the power, he didn't even bother. Why? Because Mr Ibrahim's ego is as huge Doon's mountains and his stubbornness...Well , no comments on that. After all its a family trait found only in Khan's family. Each and every member of family has its own epic saga of stubbornness.

He stopped the car in front of Rahmaan's mansion staring it without blinking and observed all the lights are already off. It meant they all are sleeping.

Good!

He fetched out his phone before dialing a number that he have learned by heart now. It ringed with along with every nervous dhak dhak of his heart. Hopeful and scared at the same time until it was soon answered by a really nervously soft voice soothing his heart.

"Hello!"

"Abeer!" He breathed her name like a Dua (prayer) right from his heart and reaching the seventh sky.

"Omer!" She gasped on other side in shock.

"Bahar aao..." Heavy breath was the only sound he heard in response.

(Come out!)

He sighed audibly closing his eyes.

Hands turning white and the veins on his wrist popped up by the vice like grip on steering while waiting patiently for Abeer response.

"Muntazir hu main tumhara.." He whispered. His throat felt clogged with emotions. He heard a sniffed before the phone was hung up on him without any response leaving him restless with agony.

(I'm waiting for you..)

He tried calling again but it was just continuously ringing. He re-dialed the number again after the first ring was over, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

He wants to talk to her, dammit!

More like he needs to before he goes insane by all the turmoil going inside his heart and brain.

His fingers aggressively typed the message, his lips thinned in displeasure before he dialed her back again immediately after his message was send. Hoping for her to atleast pick up this time.

After the three impending rings he was startled by a imaptient knock on his car window. He frowned putting his phone away before turning to look out the window.

He slides the glass window meanwhile his eyes widening in shock witnessing a familiar figure standing there hiding under a plain black shawl, looking around cautiously.

"Abeer?" He breathed, astounded.

Omer instantly unlocked the door of his car before she settled down hurriedly inside without any complaint and breathed in relief leaning back on the car seat. Meanwhile Omer just stared at her baffled and surprised.

"Abeer kya hua ? Is everything alright?" He questioned worriedly examining her face that's still covered with shawl. He prayed for everything to be fine. He can't bear multiple shocks in a day already.

(Abeer what's wrong?)

"Omer tumhe yaha nahi aana chahiye tha." Abeer answered turning her face slightly in his direction, still breathing heavily as if she has been on a marathon and their eyes locked for the first time in eight months.

(You shouldn't have come here...)

They just quietly stared at eachother, heart thumping in Chest. Quenching the thirst of their eyes, pouring the reflection of each other in the deep pool of their eyes. Longing, heartbreak, love, agony swirling in their eyes. The moment just stopped for them until Omer broke the silence. Eight months. Eight months without seeing eachother, hearing eachother was a hell for both of them.

"I just wanted to talk to you. That's it!" Omer mumbled honestly.

"I don't think its the right time to really talk about our issues." Omer frowned. Abeer is again being weird or maybe she is just scared of getting caught at this hour of night with him.

"Not our issues..." he groaned and breathed to calm himself. "Dadi...Dadi left the mansion tonight." He chocked.

"What?" She was shocked.

"Bu..but Why?" She asked flabbergasted and Omer fell quite struggling to break it to her or not.

"Tell me Omer Why?" She snapped imaptiently shaking his arms. She is worried for their grandma now.

"Aaj maine apne parents se baat ki...."She nodded encouraging him to continue. "Hamari shadi k bare me.." He was stealing his gaze from her. And the news snatched the land from Abeer's feet. She can't believe her ears.

And then Omer told her everything.

"Ya Allah!" Abeer palmed her mouth with her shaking hand. Tears pooling in her eyes. "Jiska dar tha wahi ho raha hai..." She groaned fisting her hairs in frustration, her shawl sliding accidentally, unveiling her. Eyes fixed on the dashboard.

"Abeer.." Omer breathed in disbelief. His gentle touch on her side jaw suddenly awore her of her situation. She pulled the shawl back by her nervously trembling hands hiding herself from his curious and shocked eyes, jerking his hand away in the process.

"Abeer ye..ye kya hua hai tumhe?" But he was stubborn. He approached her again, in attempt to palm her face for inspection.

(Abeer what happen to you?)

"Ku..kuch nahi bs halki si chot hai.." Abeer jerked his hands away, stealing her gaze from him like she is scared about something.

(Nothing, just a small scratch from somewhere.)

"Halki si chot!" Omer freaked out before he pulled a reluctant Abeer stubbornly closer and pulled the shawl down. "Abeer ye koi mamoli si chot nahi hai...Tell me who did this to you? This is a fucking handprint..." His voice hardened in rage and her bruised jaw was firmly yet gently held in his hand to not hurt her.

"Omer...Its nothing!" Abeer snapped monotonously. She hissed while freeing her bruised jaw roughly away.

"Idhr dekho tum pehle.." He strictly ordered making her face him forcefully by her arms. "Sach sach btao kya hua hai? Or kisne kia hai?" His voice sounds dangerously threatening, falling an octave darker while his hands caressing the bruises, pain in his eyes as if he can feel what she endured a while before.

Abeer hicupped feeling helpless and a tear slipped from her eyes.

"Abeer please tell me!" He begged now cupping her face in his affectionately who was looking down to hide her pain and tears.

"Ba..Baba ko sb pata chal gaya hai..." She sniffed finally confessing because she know Omer won't leave her without his answers. Courtesy; to his records of stubbornness.

She wasn't even planning to meet anyone or see anyone, sulking and crying over the pain and humiliation she suffered just because she loves Omer. Until Omer called. Him coming here was a remedy for her. She was feeling so lonely in the confines of her room, everything was safocating her in there.

Her parents even locked Alaya in her room to keep them away from eachother after the sky shattering revelation to her father. She never expected that reaction from her father even in her nightmare when she saw him standing on her doorstep with her mother. Shaking with anger and seething in rage. Before he finally did what she least expected.

He slapped her!

He slapped her for the first time in his life. The force of the slap was so hard that it didn't just bruise her physically but mentally. She didn't just fell on the ground by force but with humiliation.

"To ye sab karne k liye tumhe university bheja tha?"

(So that's why I let you go to university?)

"Kya tum bhul gai thi k us ghar ki deeware is ghar ki deewaro se kabhi nahi mil sakti?"

(Did you forget ? The wall of both the houses can't merge!)

"Pr Ba..baba..it..itni nafrat kyu? Vo bhi to apke khanda..daan ka hi beta hai?"

(But why so much hate father? Isn't he the son of your family too?)

"Nahiii! Nahiii hai vo khandaan ka beta. Mere liye vo sirf Ibrahim ka beta hai. Samjh aai tumhe!"

(No!!No, he isn't! He is just Ibrahim's son for me. Understood?)

"Pr ba..baba main Om..Omer se bohot mohabbat kr..krti hu..mai..main mr jaungi uske bina Baba..." She begged falling in her father's feet in tears, hoping for him to melt like everytime whenever Abeer wanted something.

(But Baba I love Omer and I can't leave without him!)

"Kaan khol k suno meri baat..." He tilted her face up from his feet by bunching her hairs, looking right into her eyes with determination. Abeer winced feeling the pain in her scalp "Tum uske bina mar jao ya jeena sikhlo kyunki main us insaan se koi rishta nahi jodne wala. Agar main us insaan ki wajah se apna pushtaini makaan or maa ko chor sakta hu, to main tumhe bhi usi tarha chor sakta hu!" Her father is another famous member of khan with the same trait of stubbornness.

(Hear me good now..) (You die without him or learn to live without him, not my concern because I won't tie myself to that man in anyway. If I can leave my ancestral home and mother just because of that man then you are just my daughter.)

"You won't be going to university anymore from now!" His father ordered before he left the room dragging Alaya with him.

"Abeer!" Omer called her second time looking worried, shaking her shoulder when she was suddenly zooned out whimpering in pain.

"Haa..haa!" She was startled jumping on her place before facing him.

"Abeer baba ko kya pata chal gaya hai?" He cupped her face tenderly, her hand held in his gently with so much love and affection shining in his dark eyes. "Please, Mere dil ka chain! btao mujhe kya hua h?" He begged on the edge of loosing all the patience and to go and ask her father himself.

(What did father find out?) (Please, the peace of my heart! Tell me what's wrong?)

"Omerr..." She whimpered not able to form a sentence still scared from previous event and unable to digest the harsh reality of her loving father.

"Tell me.." He encouraged lovingly kissing the inside of her palm that was in his grip before placing it between his jaw and palm of his hand.

"Omer...", She hiccuped throwing herself in his arms craving for a tender touch of love and affection. Meanwhile Omer was taken a back. His heart beating so fast feeling her this close for the first time, so perfect in his arms the way he imagined until her next words broke the spell.

"Ome..Omer..baba..baba..he...hi.." She couldn't even finish the sentence again and clutched his shirt collar tightly clinging to him like a desperate child as if trying to protect herself from the harsh reality repeatedly going in her mind, losing herself in his warmth and the masculinity of his big arms that promises only protection. After losing her father love and warmth she is desperately need someone to make her feel the love that she has lost tonight.

"Baba ne tu..tum..tum pr ha..hath uthaya?" Omer asked in disbelief trying to pull her a little away to look at her. She didn't tell him but by the way she is behaving its clear who is the culprit. Abeer objected pushing his hand away before hugging him like a bear again, whimpering loudly in response to his question.

(Father hit you?)

That question burned a hole in her heart. She wants to run away from that reality. Meanwhile Omer started shaking in anger, hands curling in fist before he hugged Abeer close to his chest and sniffed her signature amaryllis fragrance from her hair to calm his raging nerves down, a rare fragrance that only Abeer wears and the reason for him to feel her presence even from 2 hands distance.

"Pl.. please...I want to forget it.. just.. please..hold me..", She begged rubbing her nose on his black shirt in protest. And he did what she asked for. He was desperate for answers but he held himself back for Abeer sake. This doesn't look good seeing at Abeer's condition.

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Abeer woke up by the loud noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her heavy head feeling a mild headache from all the crying last night. She yawned before eyeing the clock on the table and her eyes widen.

Its 12 O' clock in the afternoon!

After Omer left Abeer came to her room and cried again until fajr. Eventually she slept after offering her fajr prayer and crying in from of her creator to ease her pain and guide her in trials she is going through now.

A loud yelling from downstairs brought her back to reality of the current situation going on in her home. She got cup from the bed, slipping her feet in her soft bunny sleepers.

Messy bed hairs, red puffy eyes, bruised and swollen cheeks, all the colors lost from her face, her skin looking ghostly white. She was looking like a homeless beggar hit by a truck last night and she knew it well that's why she didn't bother to check herself in mirror before running out of her room to find out about the new drama going downstairs.

"Aaap to kya Ibrahim khud b aata to bhi main ye kabhi manzoor nahi karta!"

(Why you? I wouldn't have accepted even if it has been Ibrahim himself in your place!)

"To saaf kyu nahi kehte k tumhe Ibrahim k sath sath apni maa se nafrat ho gai hai?"

(So why don't you tell me clear that you hate me now too along with Ibrahim?)

Abeer stopped right on the stairs in shock witnessing the scene in her mansion living area. Her mother and Abeer standing like bystanders in a corner meanwhile her father is arguing with her grandma who was standing beside a proud Omer who has an angry expression plastered on his face.

"What's going on here?" Abeer whispered curiosly to Alaya who was standing in a corner. They both are away from their eyes.

"Dadi tumhare liye Omer ka rishta laai thi..."Abeer gasped in disbelief.

(Grandma is here for your and Omer's alliance.)

"What?"

"Yes! But dad rejected right away."

"Ammi you are always welcome here as my mother but please don't expect me to treat you like anything of that family." His father excused firmly.

"Rahmaan! Omer Abeer ko Ibrahim ki nahi tumhare marhoom baap or meri bahu banana chahta hai. Maine vo ghar chor diya hai!" Sadaf Khan tried to explain herself again but the firmness was still present in her eyes.

(Rahman! Omer wants to make Abeer my and your dead father's daughter in law. I have left that place even now.)

"Acha?" His father asked amused. "And where will you take my daughter after marrying her then?" He taunted now glaring at Omer.

"He will live with me in our old house!" Sadaf Khan replied proudly.

"Until I earn myself a house for us insha'Allah!" And Rahman laughed so loud as if he have Heard the biggest joke of his life confusing everyone. He sobered before speaking.

"I can't believe this.." he chuckled.

"You are nothing without your father's wealth and name." He insulted him. "And if you are planning to get back to your father's business then I am sorry I won't let my daughter to be bound to that man in anyway." He snapped rudely.

"You are a nobody if you leave your father, not worthy enough of Rahman Khan's daughter. A peasant, A commoner! This is all you will be! Its not a joke to start from scratch. It takes years and years of hard-work and you are asking for my daughter's hand without a guarantee of your own future." His humiliation was instigating a fire of rage in Omer blood.

Abeer who was listening all this she was losing her sanity. facing new harsh realities of her father every second is like a disaster for her. She can't believe her father could be this heartless and blind in ego, pride, hate and rage. This hate and stubbornness is so irrational. Two parties trying to satisfy there ego by who going to knee down first.

"And if you choose to work for your father then you will be an enemy to me too. So again, not worthy of my daughter. So is there anything else you have to offer then tell me?" He taunted mocking him.

Omer knew Mr Rahman didn't mean what he said. He is just finding a manipulative way to get rid of this proposal in a best way. His condition expresses it loud and clear.

"I don't know about wealth, property and my father and your relation but one thing I am very clear about is that. I have same blood as you and my father running in my veins. " Omer stood proudly daringly looking in his father's eyes. His broad bulky and tall frame even dimining her father.

"Agar aap dono bhai ki zidd hai k main or Abeer kabhi ek na ho to meri bhi ye ek hi zidd hai...bachpan se...jiska naam..." He moved a step closer, crossing his hands on his chest, looking even more scary and leaned near Rahmaan ear. "Abeer hai!" he whispered and pulled away smirking at Mr Rahman who stared at him dumbfounded.

(If you both are adamant on to not let Abeer and I to be one....then I have this one obstinacy too...since childhood...and her name...) (is Abeer)

"Khayal rakhiyega chachu..." he smiled walking backwards lazily. "Kahi ap dono ki lagai hui zidd ki aag se mera fitoor shola ban k na uthe!" And with that last warning he left taking a proud Sadaf Khan with him.

(Take care uncle...) (Who knows the fire of obstinacy you both have kindled could rise the blaze of my obsession.)

Rahman Khan's backbone chilled by Omer cold stare. He stood there unmoving even after Omer left. The serious threat in his brown eyes dancing like angry fire, promising endless oppression to his stubborn ego.

"Aap thik to hai?" A meek voice of his wife startled him.

(Are you alright?)

"Ha..haan!" He fumbled rubbing the sweat from his forehead.

Rahaman Khan is feeling scared for the first time in his life. Because he knows if Omer is anything like every true Khan member of the caln then its a no joke. A true Khan with popular family trait; daring and stubborn then this can't be ignored seriously. Rahman and Ibrahim are the first hand victim of their own stubbornness and ego, they both know well how it swallows a person sanity and compassion towards eachother. It blind them to the extent of to leave their families merciless.

Meanwhile Abeer and Alaya ran away in her rooms before anyone could notice them there witnessing everything.

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"Mubarak ho! Mubarak ho!"

(Congratulations! Congratulations!)

"Hajra Begum aaj apko kya ho gaya hai?"

(Hajra darling what's wrong with you today?)