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❝𝑘𝑎𝑏𝒉𝑖 𝑈𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑁𝑎 𝐶𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎❞ (2)

Be Truthful

~~~ "You must be truthful, for truthfulness leads to righteousness and righteousness leads to Paradise.

A man will keep speaking the truth and striving to speak the truth until he will be recorded with Allah as a Siddeeq(Speaker of the Truth).

Beware of telling lies, for lying leads to immorality, and immorality leads to Hellfire.

A man will keep telling lies and striving to tell lies until he is recorded with Allaah as a liar. " ~~~

(Reported by Muslim)

••••••

Standing alone at the bus stop, she thought about her future. She just came back from an interview for a new job.

Many buses passed by, but she couldn't care less to enter one.

The recent events got up to her:

There was a time,

Where there was no respect for her,

When no one cared for her,

Where she felt lonely

But now,

There is someone who respects her,

Cares for her,

Loves her,

And best of all, makes her feel beautiful!!

After 7 days, Hashir's mom had given a positive response.

Though his mother was too reluctant in not letting the marriage go ahead, Hashir was also too adamant in marrying her.

She remembers Hashir's words so clearly:

He sees her heart, not beauty.

Bakhtawar was grinning like an i***t under her niqab. Now that she thinks about it, she has been smiling too much nowadays.

"Bakhtawar, what are you doing here?

Were you waiting for me?

Eh?"

A voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Glancing at the person, her eyes lit. The one who stole her dreams at night.

If it isn't the one and only,

Hashir!

"Nope, I was waiting for the bus."She mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Oh I see. So you were waiting for the bus instead of watching them go by for more than 1 hour."He replied sarcastically taking a seat beside her to which she scooted away a bit.

"Oh No, I was just about to take the next bus."She replied while playing with the lint on her abaya.

"Don't take the bus, I'd be happy to drop you," Hashir said staring into her eyes trying to read at least a few of her thoughts.

"Bakhtawar?"

Hashir called when he found no response.

"Jee?"

"Where in the world are you hiding? You know, You should stop overthinking. It's not good for your health" he said as he stood up caressing the imaginary wrinkles on his dark blue T-shirt and then gesturing her to follow him.

Confused and unsure if she should go with this man or not. Who knows where he would take her?

"Hashir?"

She called him timidly as warmth spread through her cheeks and heart just by calling his name out loud for the first time.

"Yes?"

Hashir asked giving her a full 32 teeth smile.

"Where will you take me?"

She asked feeling embarrassed.

Bakhtawar, why would you ask that?

Now he will think you don't trust him.DUMMY! Her subconscious mind yelled at her.

"I was just curious!" Bakhtawar tried to argue with her subconscious mind

"Oh, we're going on a date, Sweetheart. "

Her heartbeat felt like a marathon.

A shy smile spread over her lips on the endearment he gave her.

But wait,

What did he just say!?

A Date!!

Hashir noticed her change of emotions.

Shyness at first,

Confusion next.

Hashir chuckled seeing her change of emotions.

"Bakhtawar!, I'll drop you home. Don't give me that look."

Hashir said taking her hand in his pulling her behind him.

"Stop. Please. Hashir, I'll take the bus. Don't worry about me."She said pulling her hand away from his grip.

"Oh, Puh-lease Stop it yaar. Please bandeh ko khatir nawazi karne ka mauka to do"

(Let this guy just show you some hospitality)

Rolling his hand, he opened the car door royally for his princess. Bakhtawar giggled at his antics as she shook her head denying it.

He arched his brow in a questioning way.

"Ummm, I'll take the back seat" Bakhtawar replied nervously to which he nodded seeing her nervousness.

She sat at the back seat tucking her abaya in as to not let it tear if it were to get stuck.

"Thank You"

She said a bit loud.

This one thank you was not only for the drive but for making her feel on cloud nine for the past 7 days.

"Why are you saying thank you Husn-e-Jahan?"

"You gave me hope in my difficult times. And there's so much more you did. Thank You."

"Yaar paraya na kardo shukriya keh ke. After marriage,you are gonna be my priority. There's no need for a thank you."

(Don't make me feel like a stranger with your formalities)

Marriage?

She thought it would forever remain a dream. A dream since she was 12. Hoping that one day, someone would accept her the way she is.

《》

The wind was slapping across his face, his eyes clad in glasses while a small smile playing on his lips. Hashir drove the car, glancing at the rear-view mirror from time to time.

The girl seated at the back was someone different. She was one mystery to solve.

Parking near her house, he opened the door for her. Hashir went back to get his sweetheart. Bakhtawar's breath hitched feeling his proximity.

"I'm going to London for a while. We'll have our marriage once I'm back. Don't ever lose hope,Bakhtawar. Yeh duniya Kisi ki hui he jo humari hogi. "

He said pecking her clothed forehead and drove after saying goodbye.

(This world doesn't belong to anyone and it won't be long to us as well)

>>>>>>>

Today was brighter than any other day for her.

The wind was tranquil.

A loud hustle bustle was heard downstairs.

while she was...

Cladded in a turquoise color dress looking like a fairy.

As per his promise, he came back making her feel on top of the world.

Today is her nikkah.

!!!Ooo, exciting isn't it!!!

She was getting married to the one and only:

That gave her love

Respect,

Strength,

Who fought for her,

Who stands up for her through thick and thin.

Haaaaa, what a dream

"Maulvi sahab aa gye he. "

Someone yelled making her heart beat faster.

Placing the dupatta on her face like a veil.

Her mother held her shoulder turning Bakhtawar around to face her.

Her eyes were filled with tears??

'Why would my mother cry? Didn't she want to get rid of me?' She thought to herself

"Bakhtawar beta."

Her mom called her in a croaked voice.

"I know what you must be thinking:

"Why I always hated you!?"

But, believe me, beta, I'd never hate you. You're my daughter, My blood.

Kabhi koe maa apne bachche se nafrat nahi kar sakti hai"

Her mother said as tears rolled down continuously.

(No mother can hate her daughter)

"Ammi!"

She pouted hugging her mother tightly.

"Don't cry, beta.

See, Maulvi is here.

May Allah give you all happiness" her mother said kissing her forehead making Bakhtawar be in a daze with all this affection.

Maulvi came in with her father, brother, and two-three more witnesses.

"Bakhtawar Ali wald Azeem Ali apka Nikkah Hashir sheikh wald Faizal Sheikh se haq-meher 50,000 me tay kiya jata he. kya apko ye Nikah qubool hai."

What if he changes after marriage???

What will happen if he loves someone else in future?

Insecure thoughts surrounded her mind.

She fisted her lehenga tightly causing it to shrink.

Her mother gestured her to say "yes"

Oh yeah

"Stop thinking Bakhtawar!"

Her mind yelled

She nodded

And Said

"Qubool Hai."

She accepted him as her husband.

"You are looking beautiful Husn-e-Jahan" Hashir whispered in her ear causing her to shiver.

They were sitting for dinner after the Nikkah. They are the only two present in the room. Bakhtawar didn't feel like having dinner with so many people. Hashir was awestruck seeing her face. Her big eyes pink lips and straight nose. She is indeed beautiful.

"Thank you. You're looking handsome as well."

"Well, that's me, he ki nhi. Thanks for the compliment, Jaan."

Soon, the rukhsati came.

Hugging her family, she cried a lot.

So what if they gave her taunts.

So what if they considered her a burden.

She spent her whole 22 years with them.

Hashir consoled her while driving.

He grabbed her hand, pecked her knuckles and said:

"I love you"

As light flashes through his orbs. He moved the steering wheel rapidly to balance the car but it hit hard with the other car causing the cars to roll on the road.

Blood was seen everywhere.

"I love you."

Pecking on her lips.

Those were the last words he said before closing his eyes.

He loves her.

"I love you too."

Saying that she also closed her eyes in his arms.

>>>>>>>

A man cladded in black sitting in the car was waiting for traffic clearance.

"Zahid, what is happening here!?"

"Sir, someone might have met with an accident "

He stepped out of his car,

moving towards the accident scene. Calming his heart, he tried looking through the crowd. He made his way through, only to be utterly shocked.

There he was, his best friend:

!!!Hashir!!!

He panicked like no tomorrow. Hashir just got married to the love of his life.

He was soo happy. What an admirer he was of Bakhtawar.

Not wasting another second, he rushed to call the ambulance.

Both of them were taken into the operation theatre.

He called the families informing them about the accident.

After 5 hours of distress, the doctors came out.

"Mr.Siddique, please come with me. "

The doctor said removing his mask.

"Mr. Siddiqui, one of the patients is in a critical condition. He might not survive. Prayer is the only miracle to work if God wills."

>>>

The Sun was Gloomy.

The Wind was blowing like a Storm.

Every heart in the hospital was crying for their loved ones,

Waiting for any response.

As a ray of hope flickers, a nurse appears from the doors.

The family threw questions at her:

How is the patient?

How is my son?

How is my daughter-in-law?

How is my sister?

Ignoring all the questions she asked about Gibrael Siddiqui.

Gibrael followed her into the room correcting his tux.

His eyes were filled with tears seeing his best friend.

Memories came rushing back to him.

The laughs they shared.

The cries they shared

What people admired about them both was their brotherly bond.

"Gibrael "

Hashir croaked in pain and agony.

"Hashir, how did yoy know I'm here, that you asked the nurse about me?"Gibrael asked out of curiosity.

"Siddique, Dil se Dil ki raah hoti he. I don't have much time. I need you to listen to me." Hashir coughed and gestured him to come forward.

(That's our heart to heart connection)

"Yaar mene tujhse baat nahi karna. Aesi bakwass karega toh." Gibrael twisted his neck in anger.

(I do not want to talk to you if you speak nonsense like this)

"Listen to me, Please!!!"

Hashir insisted taking his hand in his.

"Please take care of my husn-e-jahan. She's sooooo innocent and soft-hearted. She's gonna break if she finds out I left her. I promised her that I will stay by her side for life but I guess, fate won't allow me. I want you to promise me that you will marry her. Love Her. Make Her feel beautiful. Promise me,

Gibrael. "

Hashir said, his breath coming out rapidly.

"Yes"

"Yes, what Siddique?"

"I will marry her."



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