The Art Of Love ✓

8.3|Fidaa: Her Home|

She was in peace. After whole five years, she was home. Finally.

She could feel her Shahana Amma caressing her hair and the teardrops that kept running down Shahana's wrinkled face.

On the other side her Neelofer Amma was sitting, holding her cold hand between her warm ones.

Aziz was standing in a corner, looking at his Dada Jaan. He was waiting for him to speak something. Something he had promised to Aziz five years ago.

But it was hard for Dada Jaan. He will complete his promise no matter what. But the consequences may apart him from his younger son Ibrahim. Even if Ibrahim let his grudges go, Shahana will never forget his injustice. But he had to fulfill the promise he made to Aziz.

That the day Aziz will bring Fida back, he will get Aziz and Fida married. He will break Aziz and Kauser's engagement that day.

"Ahmed." Dada Jaan called his elder son.

"Jee, Abba Jaan?"

"Aziz ke Nikkah ki tayyari shuru karo..."

Kauser's head snapped to his direction.

How could he?

She was so happy to get her little Fida back, but his one order ruined her happiness.

Can't he see she don't want to marry Aziz?

Her grandfather looked at her and continued,

"...Fida ke saath." He was trying to gauge her reaction.

Did he again made her upset?

Did he again became the cause of her tears?

Did he again discriminate between Aziz and Kauser?

No.

He could see relief wash over her. As if a burden was lifted up from her soul.

"Ye aap kya keh rahe hai, Abba Jaan?" Shahana protested. She stood up from her seat, all of a sudden her aura turned cold and stoic.

"Aziz aur Kauser ki mangni hui thi das saal pehle. Ye das saal maine besabri se apni beti ke nikkah ka intzaar kiya hai. Aur ab aap Aziz ka nikkah Fida se karwana chahte hai?"

Shahana felt betrayed. Her daughter was 27 now, the age when a woman should be enjoying motherhood. {Shahana's point of view, not mine.}

"Shahana..." Ibrahim tried to calm down his wife. He was kind of relieved at this decision because he very well knew that Aziz and Kauser were each other's ruin. He kept quiet because it was his mother's last wish to get the kids married in the future.

"Ibrahim, rokei'n Abba Jaan ko. Woh hamari beti ki zindagi barbaad kar denge." By now Shahana was a crying mess.

But her tears were only agitating Kauser. For the first time she was so elated on her Dada Jaan's any decision.

She needed to make Shahana understand the situation.

"Amma, aayein mere saath." Kauser held Shahana's shoulders and took her to her parents' bedroom.

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Shahana was sitting on the bed. Her tears were just like her, stubborn.

"Amma, jo ho raha hai, sahi ho raha hai. Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi hai Aziz aur Fida ke nikkah se."

"Kauser, pagal ho gayi hai? Khwab dekhein hai maine tere aur Aziz ke nikkah ke. Dhokha diya hai Abba Jaan ne. Naa unhone kabhi mujhe apni bahu mana, naa tujhe apni poti. Koi qadr nahi hai hamari unki nazron mai."