The Truth Behind Umair’s Return
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EPISODE 7 — “The Truth Behind Umair’s Return”
Ayesha didn’t sleep that night.
She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the confrontation again and again — the words, the accusations, the lies, Yasir’s silence, Umair’s manipulation, and her own fear.
One sentence kept echoing in her mind:
“Yasir… I need time.”
Those five words felt like a knife twisting in her heart.
Ayesha’s Restlessness
By morning, Ayesha looked pale and exhausted.
Her hands shook whenever she thought about Yasir’s face — hurt, betrayed, unsure.
She whispered to herself:
“I have to fix this.
Before he pulls away completely…”
But before she could leave to meet him, her phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
> “Ayesha, it’s better if you know the truth.
Umair didn’t return for you.
He returned because of a debt…
and you are his way out.”
Ayesha felt her blood freeze.
She typed back instantly:
“Who is this?!!”
No reply.
Just a second message:
> “Don’t trust him. Ask him why he left you the first time.”
Her heart thumped violently.
She grabbed her bag and rushed out of her house.
She needed answers.
And she would start with the man who had disturbed her entire life—
Umair.
Umair’s Real Face Begins to Show
Umair opened the door with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Ayesha… I knew you’d come back.”
“I didn’t come for you,” she said sharply.
“I came for the truth.”
Umair leaned against the doorframe.
“What truth?”
Ayesha stepped inside without waiting.
“Why did you leave me years ago?
The real reason.”
Umair’s jaw tightened for half a second — barely noticeable — but Ayesha saw it.
“There is no ‘real reason,’ Ayesha. I told you—my family—”
“Stop lying!” she snapped.
Umair’s eyes darkened.
“She thinks she’s brave now,” he murmured.
Ayesha took a shaky breath.
“Umair… someone messaged me today. They warned me about you.”
Umair’s expression changed instantly — controlled shock.
“Oh? What did they say?”
“That you came back for something else.
Not for me.”
Umair’s jaw slowly clenched.
“And you believed that?” he asked quietly.
Ayesha hesitated.
“Not yet.
That’s why I’m asking you.”
Umair stepped closer, voice softer but sharper:
“Ayesha… people will say anything to break us apart.
Yasir would say anything to get you.
Even your friends—”
Ayesha interrupted:
“It wasn’t Yasir.”
That hit Umair.
He blinked.
Something cold flashed in his eyes.
Then he whispered:
“Then who?”
Before Ayesha could answer, Umair grabbed her wrist — not softly, not gently.
“Listen to me,” he hissed.
“You don’t need to believe others. You only need to believe me.”
Ayesha pulled her hand away immediately.
“No, Umair.
I need the truth.”
Umair’s smile slowly returned — but this time it wasn’t charming.
It was dangerous.
“You want the truth?” he whispered.
“Fine. I left because I had no choice. I came back because I still love you.”
Ayesha shook her head.
“That’s not the truth.
That’s the story you keep repeating.”
He stepped closer again.
“And it worked, didn’t it?”
Ayesha froze.
Umair smirked —
he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
His slip — his arrogance — his real self had revealed itself for a second.
Ayesha stepped back with fear in her eyes.
“Umair… what are you hiding?”
Umair’s expression went from confident to cold.
“Leave it, Ayesha.
Not every truth is meant to be known.”
She whispered:
“No.
Not this time.”
She turned away — but Umair grabbed her arm again, tighter.
“Ayesha—”
“Let me go!”
He held her for a moment longer…
then released her slowly.
“Fine. Go.
But you’ll come back.
You always come back.”
Ayesha didn’t look back as she walked away.
But Umair’s last sentence echoed in her ears like a threat.
Yasir’s Silence
Ayesha rushed straight to Yasir’s house.
Her heart raced.
She rang the doorbell once.
Twice.
Three times.
No response.
She texted him:
“Yasir please… talk to me.”
No reply.
She called him.
Switched off.
Ayesha felt the world closing in.
“Yasir… don’t disappear like this…
Not now…
Not when I need you…”
She sat on the steps of his house, crying quietly.
After a long time, his neighbor came out.
“Ayesha beta, Yasir left early morning.
Said he needed peace.
Didn’t say where he was going.”
Ayesha wiped her tears.
“Did he look okay?”
The neighbor sighed.
“No.
He looked broken.”
Ayesha’s heart fractured.
The Hidden Letter
When Ayesha returned home, something was slipped under her door.
A white envelope.
No name.
Hands shaking, she opened it.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
A sentence written in rushed handwriting:
> “Ask Umair about the loan.
Ask him about the people looking for him.
Ask him why he suddenly needs you back.”
Ayesha felt her knees weaken.
Loan?
People looking for him?
Need her back?
Her hands trembled.
Another message appeared on her phone from the same unknown number:
> “Before he drags you into his mess, find the truth.
And stay away from him…
before it’s too late.”
Ayesha whispered to herself, terrified:
“What have I stepped into…?”
The Final Twist (End of Episode 7)
Ayesha decided she needed answers tonight — no matter what.
But when she returned to Umair’s house…
The lights were off.
The door was slightly open.
Her heart pounded.
“Umair…?”
No answer.
She stepped inside slowly.
The house was a mess — broken glass, overturned furniture, papers everywhere.
And on the floor…
A photo frame of Ayesha shattered into pieces.
Ayesha gasped.
Then she saw it —
on the table:
A file with her name on it.
Her picture.
Her details.
Her schedule.
Everything.
Her entire body turned cold.
Umair had been watching her.
Tracking her.
Monitoring her.
For how long?
A noise came from the bedroom.
Ayesha froze.
She whispered:
“Umair…?”
But the voice that came was not his.
A rough, unfamiliar voice said:
“Looking for him?”
Ayesha’s blood ran cold.
She turned slowly…
Two men were standing inside the room.
Not Umair.
Strangers.
And one of them said with a cruel smile:
“He owes us a lot of money.
And guess what…
you’re part of the deal now.”
Ayesha stepped backward in terror—
Blackout.
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