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Annihilation of self in love part 1

Forgiveness is not easy

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If egoists fall in love, consider them cursed. Damir, putting on his watch, looked at th e reflection emerging in the mirror behind him. What is the meaning of this use less poem? Damir stared at him with blacked eyes. Aliyan nodded in mock regret. Bro you don't understand the meaning of such simple words. "I am not your brother", Damir said seeing him leaning against the wall in front of him "But i consider you my brother" he shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Dameer swung his arm, but he was fully alert he slipped under his arms and move several steps away.Come here, I'll tell you. What is your relationship with me?

Dameer turned and extended his right hand towards him, but Aliyan, looking at him with fixed eyes, took several more steps back.Whatever you want to tell, tell it from there. By the way, when did this accident happen? What accident and confusion appeared on Dameer's face, Aliyan remaind safe.That love accident Aliyan stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder, which Dameer shook. Stop the nonsense.This is not nonsense, it is the truth, which you cannot deny me, sorry, sorry. Seeing Dameer moving towards him aggressively, he rushed towards the door, raising his hands in an apologetic manner. Come back, I'll tell you the meaning of your nonsense. Dameer moved towards him while Aliyan walked out of the room, laughing.You? Faiz Rasool opened the door and looked at the being in front of him with uncertainty. After almost eleven years, he was standing in front of them on their doorstep. His shirt was loose and his khaki pants were dirty, but there were attractiveness on his face. He could recognize the being standing in front of him in just seconds."Yes, Me". Arms crossed over my chest, I answered with great seriousness, about six feet tall, strong, with a cold look in my eyes. Why have you come? Faiz, who was blocking his path by placing his hand on the threshold, had the same cold expression on his face. But the dark expression in his eyes showed his restraint."If you are forgetting, let me remind you that I also have some dear relatives living here." ah Faiz Sahib smiled mockingly. "Dear relatives?" he said, chewing his cud, looking at his gray deep eyes."Those who you left behind for years?"

"We have to go" Dameer shrugged his shoulders indifferently.According to you, snakes have children are snakes, so do you expect anything from snakes? Faiz Sahib remained silent for a few moments.Give way."What if I don't let you go?"You should try it, it was a challenge."Faiz left the path" before the two disciples could argue and, hearing the mother's harsh tone from behind, they moved out of the way in a mocking manner. Dameer looked at them, crossed the threshold, cross the threshold suriya  was dazzled by the young man in front of her.Spread her arms, Dameer covered hereself in his arms, then for a mile his eyes were also moist, but he controlled himself and hugged tighter to his grandmother.MashaAllah, how much you have grown. His grandmother looked at him with moist eyes and caressed her beautiful face with love. Dameer spontaneously held her hand in his and kissed it gently. Dameer heard a trembling voice from behind, his smile was so restrained that he slowly turned around, closing his eyes.Leaving his grandmother's hands, he looked seriously at Maida's eagerness towards him, Maida's steps moving towards him, her manner was captivating, you saw her face with your eyes after years."My name is Dameer not Mir." Mir Faiz and grandmother looked at Maida's smoky face, while before their eyes stood the ten-year-old child who was trembling with fear of going far away. Today, in front of them, a twenty-one-year-old stood there, who can silenced the audience with the movement of his eyes.

Dameer, under some unknown feeling, looked to his right, where the Malih was standing in peach dubata and shirt, thought they were their own faces, and they silently called out, "Bah!"Feeling the warmth of her unhappy face, Faiz and Momina smiled spontaneously. When do childhood habits become easy? While itteba was focused on Maida, who was looking at Dameer with those eyes, Dameeralso looked at Momina, looking away from itteba. Assalamu Alaikum! Momina's face was a little softer, while she smiled and looked at him."Grown up, mashaAllah" he gently patted his shoulder. "You were so little when you left here." He gestured with both hands outstretched. "I wasn't that young," Dameer told him, hiding a smile. "I was ten years old."Won't you meet mother? Momina said while looking at Maida Kanam face, then Dameerl ooked at her. I don't want to meet anyone as Mir. Yes, if anyone want to meet Dameer, I don't mind."

He turned towards his mother while holding his arms. Standing at a distance of two feet, he held her in his arms. Dameer surrounded her with his hands and put his chin on her head. Everyone present there watched this emotional scene with love. A few moments later, he kisses his mother's head, and turn, his face was towards the itteba. "How are you, bah?" He extended his hand, then pulled it back when he realized something. I'm sorry, he actually spoke absently with a red face and withdrew his hand. "I'll leave now"."Hey, how is this? You've come after so many years. Momina said yes. You'll go after eating."

Where are you going at this hour?" Hasnain Sahib asked, seeing Aliyaan going out at ten o'clock at night, while Dameer, near the rug, looked at his flying complexion with a smile.

"That... Dad and actual Ali have some work," he scratched his head.

Shameen also came out of the room while Hasnain Sahib came in front of him and then pointed towards the wall clock.

"At this time of night? What work does he have with you? And what is this absurd getup?" He looked at the leather hand band on his wrist, then the jeans torn from the knees and the frayed shirt with displeasure.

"Dude, Aliyaan," he cursed himself under his breath for coming out of the room at that time, and looked at his father's face with an embarrassed smile.

"Now what does this insipid smile mean?" Hasnain Sahib scolded him. Dameer, watching him being humiliated with interest, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Sorry, Baba, please let me go," seeing the 'no help' sign from Dameer, he requested in a pleading tone. Shameen was also a silent spectator.

"You are not going anywhere. Go to your room," Hasnain Sahib's tone was harsh. Aliyaan came upstairs with dead feet, then with a teasing smile on his face, he glared at Dameer, who was looking at him.

"Hehe, this is a bit too much," Dameer patted his shoulder with artificial sympathy.

I'll deal with you." He warned with artificial sternness. He could never dare to shake his brother's hand.

"I want you to deal with me." He also immediately...

Hasnain and the machine carefully looked at both; they had never seen such a scene before. When both of them would have a conversation... Aleeman's efforts would be ruined by Damir. He slumped his shoulder and came down the stairs.

"What do you dislike about Aleeman's appearance?" The addressee was Hasnain sahib; he was his exact reflection: fair complexion, wheatish skin, proud features, dignified demeanor. He felt love for his son, but love for Amir Hasnain, a right he had perhaps lost the right to express, while he was waiting for an answer.

"I absolutely dislike his appearance. Haven't you seen how he wears torn jeans like beggars, has hair grown like fakirs, and a beard? Ugh, he is a very indecent boy." He said in annoyance, glancing at his son sitting in front of him. With beautiful hair style, a watch on his wrist, and a light beard, he looked very decent. A smile touched his lips, which Dameer felt and nodded (I will snatch this smile from you very soon). And Hasnain almost got the answer to Dameer's question a week later.

He had looked with surprise and disbelief at Dameer's knee-torn jeans and colorful shirt, and moreover, in imitation of Aleeman, he had also shaved. So he had asked that question that day because he wanted to annoy Hasnain sahib. But he had remained silent. Saying anything to him meant provoking his stubbornness, and in stubbornness, he would only harm himself.

Assalam Alaikum, Chachi Jaan (Aunty)" Ahraz had taken a leave from college, and he intended to sleep, but various tasks since the morning had ruined his mood. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and he had barely lain down for five minutes when Uncle Ahmad called.

"Walaikum Assalam, where are you, Beta (Son)? Bhai (Brother) was saying you have a holiday from college today?"

"Yes, I am at home," he replied with restraint. "Did you need something?"

"Beta, actually Samia was not feeling well, so she didn't go to college. Soha has gone; the closing time is now approaching, and I have to go to a meeting. If you are free, would you drop her home?"

"Yes, alright, I am leaving, Uncle." Saying this with restraint, he cut the call and angrily threw the phone onto the sofa.

"Damn you, Ahraz!" He hit the pillow four or five times. "Which donkey gave you the advice to take a holiday?" He twisted his wrist to check the time. There were fifteen minutes left until "her" holiday time. Running his hands through his hair, picking up his bike keys and cap, he went outside, and Ittefaq looked at him with surprise.

"Where are you going, Ahraz? You just arrived?"

"Uncle called; I have to pick Soha up from college. Do you need anything?" Itteba looked lovingly at her brother's face, which was all tangled up with anger.

"I don't need anything." He replied softly, which was characteristic of his nature; it was due to this simple and soft tone that he was beloved by all.

When Ahraz reached the college gate, there were five minutes left until closing time. Parking the bike at the specific spot Uncle had mentioned, he took out his phone (Uncle had said Soha would come to that spot herself). Approximately fifteen minutes later, white joggers came before his lowered gaze, Ahraz raised his eyes and looked at Soha once, then at the screen.

Ten minutes had passed since the leave/end of work. "Where were you?" Ahraz was extremely serious; Soha got scared because Ahraz rarely spoke in that manner. But whenever he did, it would be difficult for the other person.

"With friends?"

"After spending half a day with friends, is your heart not full?" he asked by mistake. Putting his mobile in his pocket, he lifted the bike from its stand. Soha looked at him with a complaining gaze.

"I am deliberately late."

Ahraz's tone was somewhat tearful.

"Deliberately?" Ahraz spontaneously looked at her pinkening face.

"Don't you have any idea? For the past ten minutes, I've been standing in this heat like a fool, and you..." He said angrily. Once. But then he sighed and remained silent. A straight line had formed (or remained). He looked up at the sky. "Sorry, I hurt your bandi/girl." He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"It didn't hurt too much, did it?" Soha looked at his face with concern, which was red and blue due to the injury.

"Only the bone breaking is left. Now will you sit or should I give you an invitation?"

"Why are you getting angry at me? I didn't ask you to come pick me up. You came on Baba's orders." Pouting her face and putting her bag in between, she sat behind him.

"Anyway, I only thought well of you." "What good was hidden in making me stand in such heat for ten minutes, madam? Would you like to shed some light on that?" The bike moved forward.

He increased it this time, his tone was slightly better.

"I thought I would go late, by which time you would have seen the pretty girls," Soha said mischievously, pressing her lips.

"What do you mean?" Ehraaz wanted to see Soha's face by turning his neck back suddenly.

"Look ahead, why do you want to die?" She flustered, Ehraaz straightened his neck.

"I thought you would look at the beautiful girls, that's why I came late. As a cousin, this was my duty, now don't embarrass me by saying thank you."

"You should be embarrassed," Soha glared at his thick hair peeking out from his cap (ungrateful). "As far as looking at beautiful girls is concerned, I think this is a girls' college where there will be samples like you, so madam, I am already bored looking at one sample. The important thing is that I believe in karma. There are three girls in my house."

"Aha!" Soha was very pleased with his thinking, but she didn't want to make him arrogant by telling him or praising him, "So respected Ehraaz sahib, are you speaking dialogues to impress me?"

"By speaking dialogues to me or impressing you, does one get a medal? Anyway, by lowering one's gaze, it's not like... Modesty is necessary not only for women but also for men."

Just then, their bikes fell parallel to each other, and both looked at the same time. Damer's handsome face was visible from there.

"Where are you going?" Damer stopped the car. "Towards uncle's place. Will drop Soha and go home. Where are you going?" "I just came out like this. Come on I feed you both ice-cream come here soha.

He extended his hand and opened the front door, and Soha looked towards Ehraaz. "Why are you looking at him like that, as if he's a cousin? I am a cousin too," he chided Soha.

"Sorry, Bhai!" Soha apologized sheepishly and picked up her bag.

"Why are you in a bad mood?" Daameer ordered ice cream for them and looked at Ehraaz's face, which was gloomy.

"Sleep," he replied. "Last night you were saying you have the whole day today?"

"Wow! So I shouldn't go to sleep? That too for the whole day? Why, what happened?" Daameer looked at his face with interest.

"Haven't had a moment to sit since morning," Ehraaz vented his frustration.

"In the morning, I had to go with Dadu to offer condolences to one of her friends for her husband. Had to sit there with them for about two hours. On the way back, Mamma and Phuppho were ready to go to Chachu's house. When I got there, Bhabi Jaan asked me to get some meat, then she remembered that she had to pick up clothes from the tailor's today. She also had Sameea's medicine. Since Chachu was busy, I had to do those tasks as well."

Daameer suppressed a smile by biting his lips; Soha was in a similar state. Ehraaz's style of narrating was so interesting.

"Then I came home and was just lying down when Chachu's call came to pick up this lady from college." He glared at Soha. Daameer smiled.

"Oh, indeed. Really, quite unfair happened to you today."

"Go ahead and make fun, 

."ill ask for the work, that too in the summer, on one condition. She pouted, not agreeing with Damer's style.

"Okay, Baba, ceasefire. I will drop Soha at her uncle's place and tell them. In the future, if there's any work, they should ask me."

"You won't back down from your words, will you?"

"Damer Hasnain is not a person who goes back on his words." He was extremely serious.

"What's the matter, bro? You made me happy."

☆☆☆

"Wow, awesome!"

Damer was sitting at the dining table drinking tea when Aliyan sat near him, saying with pleasant surprise, and he seriously raised a questioning gaze towards him.

"Like me, you've also grown this handsome beard and hair. By the way, the fringe suits you very well. I didn't know that a brother who apparently disagrees with me is so inspired by me."

"How self-deluded you are, Aliyan."

"Why did you get this happy notion that I am inspired by you?"

"It's visible, bro!" Aliyan leaned back against the chair.

"You call me names, I am very happy." He swayed, linking both hands behind his head.

"I don't follow performers."

"Bah!" Aliyan put his hand over his open mouth.

"You are calling yourself a performer."

"Just shut up."

"Okay, you shut up, but please tell me why you adopted this appearance? While you don't like this style at all."

Aliyan became serious while Hasnain Sahib, entering the dining hall, also stopped.

Because Baba and Mamu don't like this appearance."

"Very good, my son," Husnain Sahib said angrily, for both brothers.

"Why are you hurting yourself because of our stubbornness? I can understand being angry with me. Why are you upset with Faiz?" She came in front of him.

"Because both of you wronged me." Dameer's face turned red with restraint, and he stood up with a jerk.

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At that moment, the car stopped at a red signal when a bike stopped near Faiz Sahib's car. He instinctively looked at the biker; anger spread across his face. Hair reaching his shoulders peeking from under the helmet, bleached ripped jeans on his wrist. He tried to turn his gaze away in annoyance, but just then the biker took off his helmet, and he was shocked with surprise.

Joker, it was Dameer, whom he was seeing after almost two years. He hadn't gone to their house since that day, and now he was in front of them without any call. Faiz Sahib put his hand on the horn to attract his attention, and he turned with a style, running his hand through his hair. His manner was a testament. He was well aware of his uncle's gaze.

"Hey! Yes, Amir," he got off the bike and leaned on the window. Faiz Sahib glanced at the signal turning green, then glared at him, who was enjoying his condition. "You come home and meet me."

"Yes, better!" he said obediently, bowing his head, and turned away.

☆☆☆

"Assalam-o-Alaikum! Mami, how are you?" He came towards his uncle's side in the evening.

"Walaikum-us-Salam, I am fine. How are you? Where have you been? You came after so many days?"

There was some work. Is no one home?" He looked around.

"Everyone has gone to Ahmed's place."

"And uncle?"

"He is in the study room."

"Okay. I will meet him."

"By the way, what kind of appearance is this, brother? Dameer closed his eyes tightly and opened them (Aliyan - no one asks Aliyan any questions, why is he acting like a joker while everyone is asking him?)"

"Just for a change, aunty!"

"By the way, this change does not suit you." Her manner was teasing.

"I don't like it myself," he said honestly, and Momina hid a smile.

"Just a few days."

"Okay, you go, I'll bring tea."

"No, aunty, I don't need anything, I just need to meet uncle."

"Did you call me, uncle?" Pushing the door lightly, he came near the study table.

"Are you a Muslim?" Faiz Sahib looked at his face with annoyance.

"Alhamdulillah, uncle! Do you have any doubt?" Dameer suppressed a laugh as he looked at his face.

Putting on an artificial seriousness, he enjoyed their condition.

"What kind of appearance have you made?"

"Why, uncle! What happened to my appearance?" He looked at himself.

"This appearance you've made like a performer, are you not ashamed?" The tone was harsh. But he didn't take their displeasure seriously at all.

"Ashamed of what? Uncle!" The manner was innocent.its a matter of pride instead.

What? Faiz Sahib suspected  About his mental state?"

"Mirasi (hereditary performer) is derived from 'miras' (heritage), and I am preserving my heritage."

"But in our seven generations, no 'mirasi' like you was born." He ground his teeth.

He mumbled. "Then it's the fault of the generations." Scratching his head, he

"Speak louder. What are you babbling about?"

"Can I go now, Uncle? Is this what you called me for?"

"Go, and come back here in a human-like appearance." He said curtly, turning his gaze away from his face.

"Allah Hafiz (Goodbye), Uncle!" Faiz Sahib, who was engrossed in reading a book, suddenly heard a loud voice near his ear and glared at his nephew with displeasure, who instinctively stepped back.

"What was that?"

"I thought since you are busy, and due to your busy schedule, if you couldn't hear my farewell words, you would get angry."

As Dameer backed towards the door as a precaution, Faiz Sahib smiled despite himself.

☆☆☆

"Hey what's up bro!" Alien slapped Dameer's shoulder in the lounge while watching a netball match, which Dameer instantly shrugged off.

"How many times have I forbidden you to get too friendly with me?" Alien's face paled.

"When do you ever let anyone get friendly?"

"Get out of here."

Miro," Hasnain sahib interrupted his harsh tone, "He is your brother, Aliyan. I have told you before, don't call me Miro. My name is Dameer." There was no rock-like stiffness on his face. "He is my brother."

"The reality won't change if you don't accept it, and the reality is that you are our Miro and Aliyan is your brother." Hasnain sahib's tone was soft.

"You were the one who made Miro into Dameer." "That was all for your good, son!" Hasnain sahib's tone was defeated.

"My good?" Dameer came in front of them. "You snatched my childhood from me. When I needed you people the most, you threw me there like an orphan. What good was in that?"

His eyes became moist; he was still trapped at the age of ten. Aliyan felt his brother's pain himself.

"Do you know how many nights I slept and how many I stayed awake? When I was sick, there was no one to ask about me. I cried alone, laughed alone. I fell and got up alone, and after so much agony, if I have become this Dameer, you both want Miro." Before he could lose his composure and take long strides, he left everyone there feeling regretful and went outside. ☆☆☆

"Assalam-o-Alaikum Nanu, how are you?" That day, Dameer, dressed in a sky-blue shirt with new hair and full sleeves, came to his maternal uncle's house in his earlier decent style. He bowed in front of Nanu in the lounge after his maternal aunt.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam, how is my child?" She kissed his forehead with affection. "Your child has grown up. Faiz, who was present there..."

Faiz Sahaib felt Dameer ignoring him and told his mother quietly. "Can't you see anyone else here besides mother?" Dameer didn't even look once.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum Nani (maternal grandmother)!" Nani smiled at his style. She understood well.

"Mami (maternal aunt by marriage) jaan! Where is Itteba?" "She is in her room."

"I will call her." He got up and moved towards Itteba's room. Faiz Mamu (maternal uncle) shook his head watching his back. He knocked and peeked inside, and she was seen offering prayers on the left side.

"What happened, didn't Itteba come?" Momina asked in a warm tone while serving tea to everyone.

"She is praying." He sat next to Nani again. "Where is Mama (mother)?"

"She is sleeping."

"Is everything okay? Why is she sleeping at this time?" He asked with concern. The Asr (afternoon) prayer call had already happened.

"She is not feeling well. Will you eat something?" Mami asked Dameer ,placing lentil rice and salad in the tray.

"No, thank you?"

"Itteba had fallen asleep after returning from university. She was feeling hungry." Mami replied seriously.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum." Approximately five minutes later, Itteba came there.

"Wa-Alaikum-us-Salam." Dameer looked at the charming face, watching the coffee-colored dupatta (scarf) in her hands.

"How are you?" Seeing the food on the glass table, she pulled a floor cushion and asked Damir, who was completely attentive.

"I am perfectly fine. How are you, Itteba?"

Now you are grown up, Dameer?" Ittbaa asked softly.

"So?" He looked at Ittbaa's face with some hesitation, while Faiz sahib was looking at his nephew with thoughtful eyes.

"So, you should call me Ittbaa instead of 'Bhai'." She said softly while putting lentils on white rice.

"But I like 'Bhai' only. Please don't correct me in the future."

"Just a minute, folks." Momina looked at her daughter and nephew in surprise. "Wamir, you're calling Ittbaa 'Aap' (formal 'you')? And Ittbaa, you're calling Dameer 'Tum' (informal 'you')? What's going on? Dameer, you are one year older than her."

"I like calling Ittbaa 'Aap'." At Dameer's answer, their eyes turned towards Ittbaa.

"Sorry, but I am used to calling him 'Tum' since childhood." Ittbaa shrugged her shoulders.

"Aunty, please leave it." Dameer turned their attention to himself after seeing Ittbaa's embarrassed face. "I like whatever 'Bhai' calls me," he said and got up and sat near Ittbaa.

"Ittbaa! Look at this." He showed his phone screen to her, where tiny white rabbits were running around.

"These are very cute." She smiled.

"They belong to Aliyaan?" He told her.

"Aliyaan?" Ittbaa looked at his face with a questioning gaze.

"Hasnain Ahmed sahib's son."

"Miro! Nanu interrupted, "He is your father."

Faiz Mamoo put down the phone while looking at him.

He looked seriously, who was sitting very close to his daughter. He wanted to interrupt but stopped. Just then, seeing Ittiba subtly creating distance from Dameer, he smiled and got up. His daughter knew her limits well. Mubbani had gone into the kitchen.

"Please give water." Putting the phone on the table, she picked up a spoon from the plate. Ittiba, extending the water towards her, saw her eating rice with her own spoon.

She praised. "They are very tasty," she said while taking the water.

"Eat some," she extended the spoon towards Ittiba.

"No. You eat, I will take more," Ittiba said seriously and got up.

"Auntie! How is your health now?" Ittiba asked, seeing Maidah lying flat on her back. Ahraz also entered the room right behind her.

"Why are you lying like this?" Worry creased his forehead.

"I'm fine, son!" She gently kissed his palm.

"Then why do you look so weak?" Ahraz asked, picking up the blood pressure monitor.

"Amma! You could have called me." Maidah, seeing Suraiya and Faiz Bhai entering the room, sat up.

"Keep lying down." Faiz Bhai said gently and took a seat near her, while Ahraz held Suraiya's hand and made her sit near him.

"Miro had come." Maidah looked at her mother and brother with moist eyes. "Brother, he didn't even meet me before leaving."

"With time  he will get better." 

Placed a hand gently on his head. How much time?

As much as it took to distance him from himself. Their tone was harsh; Sharia, Itteba, and Ahraz looked towards them at the same time.

The remedy for eleven years of pain cannot happen in eleven days. If he doesn't give importance to anyone now, the reason behind it is us. We all wronged him.

"Itteba," Maida looked towards him, "as far as it has been felt by me, Miro listens to you. Son! You ask him to forgive his mother. Mother is ashamed, son!"

"I will talk, Auntie, please don't worry." She opened Maida's joined hands.

"Itteba! Bring tea, son." Faiz Sahib wanted to divert the scene. Itteba went out, nodding her head.

"Send Mamma, Bina!" When Momena entered the room, there was a deep silence.

"Is everything alright?" She looked at everyone's faces one by one. Faiz Sahib took a deep breath and looked towards his mother.

"Maan," Faiz Sahib called seriously.

"I am going to say something to you in everyone's presence. Please be healthy."

"What is this thing that makes you fear my displeasure?"

"I want to talk regarding Dameer"

"If you want me to stop him from coming here, then listen, Faiz Rasool, I will not do anything like that."

Their tone was harsh. Maida's face turned pale. (Were the doors of this house about to close on her son again?)

"If you don't approve of him coming here, I will go to Ahmed's place. At least he won't forbid Miro."

"I am not saying anything like that, Amma!"

"Then?"

"I want to say, make Damer understand. He is not a child anymore."

"Yes, as if he doesn't know he has grown up now." Their tone was harsh. Faiz Sahib just looked at her.

"You are getting emotional, Amma!"

"If only I had gotten emotional ten years ago, my child wouldn't be so broken today. Anyway, speak openly, what..."

"Have you noticed, Damer's manner towards Ittaba is still like childhood? Staying in America now doesn't mean a person should forget their limits." Faiz Sahib was trying to make Amma understand in hushed tones.

"Okay. I will make him understand and you also improve your attitude towards him, otherwise I will not tolerate it."

"Come on, Miro, start now." He was currently in Nanu's room, lying on her bed with his head in her lap, while she was running her fingers through his hair when Ittaba entered the room and broke the silence.

"Start what?" Damer opened his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Then turned his neck... the girl was in his every vein like a peace..

That's it, what's disturbing you?" "How can you say I am disturbed?"

"Not just disturbed, you are angry too. Come on, speak up! Whatever is in your heart." Itteba called him softly.

"You are forgetting, Itteba! I am not a child anymore." He smiled softly at her elder-like tone.

"But for me, you are still the same Meero from childhood, like I am Itteba." Wameer's smile faded; had he not remembered something? Nano felt his pain and kissed his forehead. Itteba suddenly felt something was wrong. "Look at me, Meero."

"Cannot look." He said in a broken manner and turned over, now hiding his face in Nano's lap, his back towards Itteba.

"If you are angry with me, you can be."

"Why would I be angry with you?" Controlling himself, he sat up again. Just then, seeing Maida enter the room, his face became serious again.

She had brought tea.

"Why did you bring it? The maid was coming." Itteba took the tray from her hands.

"No problem, beta! Meero, will you have tea?" She was hopeful for him, looking at her son's face with love. Itteba smiled.

"Your son won't have tea, he has complaints with me today."

"Shall I tell you something, Itteba?"

Dameer looked at his mother once and then didn't look. "I have no complaints from you,

 and yes..."

Complaints also have dignity; they are not made to just anyone."

He silenced all three gently; seeing Dadu and Phuppo's pale faces, Ittiba had to change the subject.

"Why did you leave your studies incomplete and come back?"

"Didn't feel like studying." He replied seriously while taking the tea.

"This is not good. It was your third year of MBBS."

"Do you want Meer to die?" "God forbid," Nano and Maman looked towards him, startled.

"Think before you speak," Nano scolded.

"I am telling the truth, Nano! If I had stayed there any longer, I would have died." Maida quickly got up and went outside. Damir watched her back and put the tea on the side table. Nano hugged him tightly to her chest, and Ittiba also got up with tearful eyes.

"Ittiba!" Damir opened his eyes at the sound of her footsteps and saw her. She stopped at his call. Damir extended his hand towards her so she could hold his hand and sit on Nano's left side, like in childhood. Ittiba looked helplessly at Dadu, who gestured with her eyes for her to go. She quickly went outside, while Damir was looking at his empty hand which Nano had kissed with affection. He was startled and paid attention.

"Do you love me very much?" He affectionately held her hand and placed it on his heart.

"I always do. I want to say something."

"Yes, say it. I am listening."

"You have grown up now, son! You are a Na-mahram (unmarriageable kin, but here implies someone not in immediate family that one can freely interact with) to Ittiba. Our religion does not allow such familiarity with a Na-mahram. You and... you cannot hold Ittiba's hand."

But he is my support."

"That was my childhood, Meero. Now Itebba will not like this either."

"Okay. I will pay attention in the future."

"I expect the same from my child, and yes, you are angry with whom? Whom do you complain to? Do it, but don't torment yourself by staying silent like this."

"If I come to do something like this, my first target will be your son." The tone was teasing. Nana smiled.

"Does my son mean anything to you too?" He gently patted his head.

☆☆☆

Maah Rukh's maternal uncle was taking a shower at that time. When Aliyan entered his room, he pursed his lips in their style, seeing Maah Rukh's uncle's bag shimmering on the charging bed. He glanced at the closed door of the washroom. There was a charming smile on his lips; he felt elated at the thought of teasing him. Now the fun will come. Then the door opened with a click sound. Aliyan turned towards him with his hands in his pockets. But he ignored him.

"You believe in love, Bro?" He shook his head, then threw the wet towel on the sofa and glared at him. Admiration surfaced in Aliyan's eyes for him.

"Okay, let's change the question." It was a wonder that his glare had no effect on Aliyan.

"Tell me, did you fall in love?"

"Shut up, uncle, out of my room."

"Answer my question first."

"Don't test my patience, otherwise you are just one punch away." The tone was warning. Aliyan kn

ew very well.

He had an idea that Dameer Hasnain could really break his face. So, as a precaution, he stepped back several paces, but he still didn't give up.

"By the way, I just saw an ID with a beautiful name on your phone. He was taken aback. Dameer's hands stopped. Aliyan carefully watched him stop.

"Hmm, so there's something fishy. What a beautiful name. Mah Rukh was the name, surely she herself was very dear, ah." But before he could utter another word, Damir groaned under his foot.

"I never allowed myself to call a name in that manner, so who are you to do so?" Before his other punch could turn Aliyan's face, Hasnain Sahib came between them.

"Come to your senses, Mirwa, what are you doing?" He pushed Dameer back, while Aliyan was restlessly watching his southern style.

"You explain to your son, ask him to stop interfering in my matters, otherwise no one will be worse than me. I will take his life."

"You are not a lord, Damir." Sahib also got angry.

"Next time if he... he interferes in my matters, then you will see."

"I will do it," Aliyan stood in front of him. "You are my brother. His... you cannot deny this fact. P..."

"I will break your face," Dameer grabbed his collar. His breath was heavy while his face was red.

"Step back, both of you." Hasnain Sahib advanced towards them in an aggressive manner. "This drama..." "Baba please, let me talk today, brother..."

"Now if you take one more step forward..."

So I will do what you can't even imagine." 

"Baba, please step back." Aliyan tried to move them back.

"Shut up, Hasnain!" he roared. "Don't forget. I am your father, both of you. It will take me a minute to pull this arrogance out through your nose."

Now his face was towards Dameer. "Get lost, both of you, from my sight!" he roared.

"Now you are crossing the line," Dameer's tone was flat.

"This is my house, Dameer Hasnain! Go and show these thuggery elsewhere!" Dameer walked away from there in surprise, while Hasnain sat on the bed as if with lifeless legs.

"This is your house, yes, Baba?" At Aliyan's tearful tone, he raised his gaze towards him.

"No need to be too emotional. Miro was angry and you don't know, he would have ruined your appearance in a minute. He's a brown belt."

"You wronged Miro!" Hasnain Moeen had also come there. Aliyan's face turned red with rage. "The way you snatched my brother from me ten years ago. Exactly the same way you separated them from me today." 

"He would have killed you, Ali!"

"No, he wouldn't have killed me. Aliyan rubbed his eyes. "Because I myself created such an environment. So that he could vent his anger of so many years, but you..." He swallowed a lump of tears.

"You separated them from me again." Before he lost control, rubbed his eyes, and walked out. 

Soha! Please clean this." Ehraz placed the roasted chickpeas in front of her. She, who was engrossed in watching an Emraan Hashmi movie on the tab, glanced at the plate of chickpeas, then looked at Ehraz's face.

"I am not well, Ehraz! I have a fever along with the flu."

"I am not asking you to move a mountain. Just peel the skin off them, like Mama does." He sat down next to her. "And you, grow up now." He looked at the screen once and said seriously.

"It happens." "I can't clean them. This skin is tough."

"You are an extremely clumsy and lazy girl. I'm going to tell Dadu," Ehraz glared at her, and just then the doorbell rang, and he got up.

☆☆☆

"Assalam-o-Alaikum, Chee Mami Jaan!" Dameer had just come out of his room after freshening up when Momina's call came.

"Walaikum Assalam, how are you, beta?"

"Alhamdulillah, I am fine. How are you? Is everyone at home well?"

"Everyone is fine, you haven't come all week. Amma was missing you."

"I was busy." He glanced at Alien coming towards him, who came and took a gulp from the tin in his hand. Dameer looked at him with restraint. That boy was a complete brat.

"Are you free now?"

"Yes, do you need something?" He ignored Alien and walked out of the kitchen. Alien looked seriously at his back as he climbed the stairs and went to his room.

"Amma has been at Ahmed Bhai's since morning, for medicine."

Did not take (them) along. It is almost noon now. Had sent Ahraz to fetch them but he also stayed there. If you are free, do this, give them that medicine. Drop Aadya home.

"Okay. I will pick them up from uncle's house." Taking the bike key, he started quickly descending the stairs. Sohaib was on the phone.

"And listen, don't go on the bike, Miro." He stopped at Mani's instruction. "Maybe Soha would also come with them, then (I would) take the car."

Khaki pants, white shirt, short hair, looked handsome. The steps moving towards the door paused at aunty's words, then looked towards the kitchen.

"Aali!" He called from there, while Aliyan was in a state of sheer joy. Dameer had called him. He darted towards him with lightning speed.

"Yes, brother."

"Bring the car key from my room. Maybe it's in the table drawer and take this." He tossed the bike key towards him.

"Don't you worry, I am leaving right now. Goodbye!" As he went out the main door, Aliyan also reached him running.

"Shall I come with you?"

"Where?" he asked seriously while taking the key from his hand.

"You are going towards uncle's place, aren't you?" Dameer looked at his hopeful face for a moment.

"Oh, you mean you want to go to the elder uncle's place?" Aliyan nodded vigorously in affirmation. "Huh," Dameer spontaneously said, then...

Aliyan's face turned pale, which he felt intensely.

"I am going to Ahmed uncle's place right now. I have to pick up Nani from there, maybe the girls will be there too. When I go to the elder uncle's place, then let's go."

☆☆☆

At the sound of the doorbell, Ahraz, glaring at Soha, came to the door with a plate in his hand. Seeing Dameer, he smiled spontaneously.

"Why are you showing your teeth in happiness?" Dameer asked, seeing him standing in the middle of the doorway smiling.

"How did you forget the way here today?" He spread out further, and Dameer glared at him.

"For your information, I come to my uncle's place almost every other day."

Ahraz glared at him. "You never told us."

"Ahraz, move out of the way."

"No. First tell me, why didn't you tell me that you often come to uncle's place?"

"Call Haya and Soha too, I have come to pick them up. I am not in the mood to answer any of your useless talk."

"I have one intention, I will call them, but Soha cannot come."

"Why can't Soha come? Because she has passed away," Ahraz said with utmost seriousness.

For a few moments, 'passed away' meant what? Dameer was unable to speak.

Passed away means she has departed from this mortal world, and that too without a ticket. He made a hand gesture like an airplane.

He made it and flew it, then placed a plate full of chickpeas in front of her and did it again.

"Brother!" Ehraaz's expression was filled with annoyance. He turned around abruptly, his face red, listening to her nonsense. Ehraaz bit his lip and scratched his head, while Damir moved towards Soha.

"Soha, don't take it to heart. It's his habit to talk nonsense."

"Did you see? How he hit me?" Soha's eyes filled to the brim.

"Sorry, I was joking." Ehraaz felt embarrassed.

"It was an extremely absurd joke, there is a limit to joking." Damir scolded him, then looked at Soha. "Now get ready quickly. Auntie said I should bring you too." He patted Soha's head.

"Why don't you come inside? Samia, Chhoo, and Ittiba are also there."

"Is Ittiba here too?" He looked towards Ehraaz in surprise. He nodded his head.

"Then there is no cure for Ehraaz's rudeness?"

"What happened now, man!" Ehraaz exclaimed as he entered the lounge behind him. Damir turned around and looked at him. "You are going to take four women on a bike? Have you lost your mind?"

"For your information, I neither have a car nor is my father rich enough to get me a separate car."

"Shut up!" Dameer glared at him and walked towards the kitchen, where Ittiba, Maida, and Nimra Mami were present. "Assalam-o-Alaikum, ladies!"

"Wa'alaikum-us-Salam, gentlemen!" Nimra Mami teased him. He kissed his mother's head without saying anything and stepped back. They liked his style very much. 

then looked at Attiba's face. Wearing a white and pink contrast dupatta, she was cutting the cucumber.

"You don't have peace, Attiba?" She picked up a slice of cucumber and put it in her mouth. Attiba looked at her with questioning eyes. "Don't you get tired from working?"

"What mountains do I move that I should get tired?" Milad glared at her, keeping her at a distance. Just then, Sumaiya entered the kitchen, and Dameer smiled involuntarily upon seeing her.

"How are you, doll?" (Soha and Sumaiya were twins, and Sumaiya couldn't speak). Sumaiya nodded her head. Maidah carefully watched the colors spreading across her son's face, who was fully focused on Sumaiya. Who knows what they were talking about in gestures, while Dameer took her and left the kitchen.

☆☆☆

"Dadu! You tell us, whom do you love the most?" At that moment, at Faiz uncle's house, everyone was sitting in the TV lounge surrounding Darya when Soha suddenly asked him. "I love everyone equally," he smiled gently.

"What kind of talk is this?" Soha pouted. "Please tell us whom you love more."

"I am telling you, I love everyone equally. For a mother, all children are equal."

"It must be so. This won't do, you have to take one name." She got stubborn. Ahraz and Dameer smiled. "Dadu! Do this. Take her name. Anyway, she is fond of forcibly hearing expressions of love." Ahraz nudged Soha's leg, and everyone laughed.

"You keep quiet, Ahraz Rasool!" Soha pointed a finger.

He picked it up and glared at her.

"You know, you know." Now he turned to Dadi, who was smiling and looking at the children's faces with loving eyes.

"Today, he told brother Dameer that Soha has migrated to this mortal world."

"What are you saying? Ehraz, did you do this?" Momina got angry, so he got flustered. "It was a joke, Mom! This has become serious."

"Who makes such a joke?"

"Sorry, I'll be careful in the future." He was reminded of Aliyan with intensity as he looked at Dameer's face.

"Apologize to Soha, not to me." Momina glared at her son, who immediately turned to Soha.

"It's okay. Don't apologize now. I have forgiven you." Before Ehraz could apologize, she said this.

"Thank you, madam." Ehraz stood up, bowed, and then, holding the mobile like a mic in front of his mouth, he shouted:

"Dear friends, people with beards and without beards, please describe the word love."

He first did the movement in front of Helen Ward, who was smiling at his movement. "We are all ears, beautiful lady."

"Love, passion, is a child."

"Wow, what a dialogue you have said!" Ehraz began to pretend to be artificially affected, then held the mic in front of his mother. "Please shed some light on the word 'love'."

"If you ask any mother, you will get the same answer. Love, passion is only a child." Ehraz looked at Mandah and Nimrah Chachi, who supported Momina.

it was. Dameer typed while taking out his phone.

"Aali! What are you doing?" He was doing it my way. He could understand. What he must be feeling after seeing his face.

"Am I dreaming or did you really message me?" He smiled, shook his head at the quick reply and looked ahead where Ahraz was now teasing Samia.

"I really messaged you. What are you doing?" As he sent the message, he was completely focused on Ahraz who was moving towards Ittaba.

His full attention was now on the front. What would Ittaba reply?

"I'm doing it for you." Seeing the line appear on the phone screen, he smiled and put the phone in his pocket.

"Would you like to say something?" Ahraz was now standing in front of Ittaba. A soft expression, as always, was spread on his face.

"I don't know the definition of love, but for me, everyone associated with my love is a person."

"What a political answer," Ahraz was annoyed. "Just take one name."

"Baba!" Respecting Ahraz's wish, he took Faiz Sahib's name. Ahraz smiled.

"People usually take their mothers' names."

"I also love Mama, but you took one name."

"Maha is so obedient!" He was now in front of Dameer who was getting ready to leave.

I'm leaving, Nani! God willing, we will meet soon." He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"You're leaving, ignoring me?" Ahrar was shocked.

"No, I'm leaving after giving you an answer."

Dameer became serious. His gaze went from his mother to Ittiba, and then focused on Nani's face. "The definition of love can probably only be given by you, but to me, love is the name of the peace my heart finds in the presence of a person."

"What is it, friend? You have stolen away hope." Ahrar warmly patted his shoulder.

"Ahmad and Nimra are also here today, so I want to tell you something, Amma!" Laiz Rasool said seriously. "You know Abrar, right?"

"Your colleague?" Ahmad looked at his brother.

"Yes, he has proposed to his son for Ittiba. They want to come. What do you all think?" Momina and Suraiya looked at them in surprise.

"What happened, Amma! Why are you so surprised?"

"You're talking about Obaid, right?"

"Yes, him. He's a good boy."

"What do you think of Miro?" Momina asked, hesitating with courage.

"He is my nephew, I think he is good."

"Then when there is a boy in the house, what is the need to look outside?" Amma said seriously.

"I know, Dameer is very dear to me, but I don't think he is a better choice for Ittiba." Seeing Maida's pale face, her tone softened.

"I also agree with Amma's point."

Brother!" Ahmad also said, "There can be no better choice than Dameer for my daughter Ittiba."

"He is Hasnain Ahmad's son, Ahmad!"

"So, they have never seen their brother's face. A restlessness spread across Momina's face."

"So, it is said that sons are the reflection of their fathers. Besides, he is confused about his life, he doesn't know what he wants. He himself doesn't know, he has left his studies incomplete. He is extremely childish. I will not choose an irresponsible person for my daughter, so don't bring up this topic again."

"Why would we bring up this topic again?"

Amma said angrily, "She is your child. You will make a better decision."

"Brother, can I ask you for something?" Maida turned towards Ahmad.

"Of course, say it, or rather, command it."

"Give me Sameea for Dameer"

She looked at her sister-in-law's face in surprise.

"I want my niece to become my daughter-in-law. You saw how Dameer treats sameea with gentleness and love." (Faiz shook his head at his sister's thought with regret.) "Brother, sister-in-law, you don't have any objection to my Mero, do you?" Maida asked hopefully?

"We have no objection." Ahmad placed his hand on her head, "But you should ask Dameer first, once."

☆☆☆

"Your mother is not well, Mero!"

Nano told him with extreme seriousness. He was lying on her bed,

staring at the ceiling.

"What happened to her?"

BP is high."

"Has it always been like this, or has this issue started after I came?"

"Why are you so suspicious? She is your mother."

"As Itba'a was putting grandmother's clothes in the closet, he took a deep breath. Who knows what was wrong with him, he seemed fed up with everything."

"I'm not suspicious," Itba'a said softly, looking at her. "Smile a little, Anjagh! Come here."

"I'm busy."

"Just tell me this, when are you not busy? Whenever I see you, you're busy."

"Now Dameer, not everyone is as free as you, right?" She closed the closet and started arranging the dining table that Mir would set up as soon as he arrived.

"Are you taunting me?"

"Yes! Absolutely." Dameer involuntarily laughed at her bluntness.

"You should also be considerate of people's feelings, Itba'a."

"Do you?" Itba'a asked seriously. "Grandmother told you that your aunt is not well, and instead of going to her, you are telling her things. He got angry at her carelessness all of a sudden. What is your problem? Itba'a's tone was harsh."

"I want to punish them the same way I suffered... Dameer's face turned pink."

"you don't know, but aunt have suffered more than you."

"How can I believe that?"

"You can't, because you don't want to. Itba'a tried to explain it to him properly today..."

She sat on the foot of the bed with leisure.

Wearing a navy blue shirt, he looked a bit tired with his messy hair. His beard was also grown. He was not looking at her. Nanu was quiet.

"How can I believe you, Iteba, when I myself am restless? My absence doesn't make a difference to anyone."

"You are mistaken," Iteba interrupted her. "Your presence is important to everyone."

(And to you?) He could only think. "And why are you restless? Do you pray?"

"No." He shook his head. "Even so, there is no peace anywhere."

"I don't find peace at your door, it's as if my intentions are bad."

At Iteba's spontaneous poetry, she looked up.

"Tell me one thing. Look, tell me the absolute truth. The way you ignore your aunt, do you behave the same way with your uncle?" His head shook mechanically.

"Then how are you looking for peace? When you hurt those settlements, those people who are not even allowed to say 'uff', so many times a day?"

"I try, Iteba, but my heart doesn't agree. I want to forget all that and go somewhere where these people can't see me." Nanu saw his face with her eyes.

"I wasn't a toy, I was a living human being whom the mother sacrificed for her brother and the father for his father."

"Forgive them," Iteba said, barely holding back tears. She reached out to hold his hands, but he pulled his hands away in the middle of the way, Dameer with intensity felt 

Allah loves those who forgive."

"When the heart is not willing, what good is a verbal apology, I follow."

"Come back, Mero! Before it's too late. Your aunt is in a lot of pain."

"It's already late."

"I follow!" He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his palms.

"And after time has passed, if someone appreciates it, it is called regret."

"This is your ego, Mero, which is not letting you bow before your parents. Remember, there is great peace in making sacrifices and sharing, whether it is ego or happiness, you must think about it."

☆☆☆

"Sami, wait a minute, I'll be right there." Seeing Sohana move forward, he gestured for her to stop there. Samia saw his back, which was breaking the bougainvillea flowers on the wall of Rana House. She got frustrated, got up, and came out of the gate in her own thoughts, bumping into Aliyaan, who was taking a slip out of his pocket with his head bowed and a phone to his ear.

"What a nuisance, yaar!" He somehow managed to hold the falling phone with his hand and looked at the girl in the pink shirt with frustration. She was looking at him with her gray eyes, full of concern. For a moment, Aliyaan was mesmerized by this sight; there was so much innocence on her face that his gaze lingered. Samia raised her hand in an apologetic manner, and he was startled.

"What do you mean? First you bump into me, and then you curse me?" Samia instinctively shook her head in denial.

"Ma'am, you're shaking your head, troubling your tongue..."

How dare you speak such words about my sister?" Soha came in front of Aliyan with a red face. Sameea tried to stop her, but she wasn't listening. Just then, Damir, who was coming from the direction of his uncle, saw them, got out of the car, and came towards them.

"Were you commenting on my sister?"

"Look! You are misunderstanding." Aliyan stammered helplessly and looked at the girl, then at his brother.

"What happened?" Dameer had to ask.

"He was threatening and taunting my sister." Aliyan looked at the girl in disbelief, who was lying, while Sameea's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Look, I didn't say anything like that. You can ask this lady."

"Aliyan, you get out of here." At Dameer's harsh tone, Aliyan quickly moved towards his bike.

"Should I come, brother?" Dameer left Sameea and the people and immediately returned home. He saw his brother, who was on a phone call, asking for permission.

"If I say no, you won't come?"

"No, I will still come." He said with audacity, putting on a show of humility.

"Then why are you asking for permission?"

Dameer glared at him.

"I was just fulfilling a formality." He came inside and sat on the sofa. "You won't ask why I came?"

"Tell me, why did you come?" Dameer also took a s

eat near him.

"I had to tell you something." He became serious. Dameer nodded, giving permission.

"The girls we met today, that girl was accusing me. I hadn't said anything like that, and you are also misunderstanding me."

"First, tell me, what were you doing there?" He scratched his head at Dameer's question.

"Actually, I was looking for Uncle Ahmed's house." Dameer spontaneously saw his face turning pink with embarrassment. Alian, seeing Dameer staring, said, "Now don't stare like that, I told you I have to meet my uncle and grandmother, but you never take my words seriously. I had to muster up the courage myself, but bad luck. By the way, what were you doing there?" This time, he also became suspicious.

"You had reached the place in the morning, but you probably rang Rana Ahmed Sahib's bell. Uncle's house was right next to his, and yes, Uncle is a lawyer. Next time, go to the gate on the left side."

"Right," he nodded at Dameer's detailed answer. "You aren't misunderstanding me, are you?" Alian looked at his face. "I'm telling the truth, that girl was lying. I didn't say anything like that. First, that girl bumped into me, and then instead of apologizing, she started cursing me."

"Alian," Dameer said, "She wasn't cursing you."

"Believe me, brother, she was cursing me with both hands raised." He stopped. "If she had to apologize, she would have done so with her tongue..."

"She can't speak." Alian had to say this to put a brake on his tongue. Alian looked at Dameer's face with uncertainty. "How do you know?"

That was Samia, Ahmed uncle's daughter Soha, and they were twins.

Aliyan stood under the influence of a strange feeling.

"What happened?" Seeing him standing so restlessly, Dameer was surprised (he was going without teasing him today).

"I have some work, see you later."

Before he could leave, Dameer grabbed his wrist. He stopped and turned back. For the first time, Dameer stood in front of him, creating a circle around him, and Aliyan's eyes involuntarily welled up.

"Sorry bro, I didn't know. Samia can't speak." When Dameer brought him face to face, he said seriously.

"Why are you so soft-hearted and sensitive, man!" Dameer gently touched his face.

"Ha. Only in your case."

"No," Dameer refuted him.

"You are like this for everyone. Take the example of Abhi." Dameer carefully looked into his gray eyes, where a sparkle was shining. Aliyan's questioning gaze was also on him. "You got emotional for Samia just now, right?"

Aliyan's face turned red quickly. Dameer was enjoying his state.

"By the way, my dear, a person's face should not be an open book either." He was enjoying his state.

"Dameer!" Hassnain Sahib called from the breakfast table. He was coming out, completely ready.

"Come here, I need to talk about something." Thameen and Aliyan were also present there.

"Yes." He was wearing an off-white shirt with the cuffs rolled up.e breakfast," he said to his son, gesturing to his wife, who placed orange juice in front of him. "When are you starting your studies?"

"Never."

"May I ask the reason?" Mr. Husnain asked softly, leaving his breakfast.

"I don't feel like it." He shrugged his shoulders. Yameen and Aliyan also turned their attention to him.

"You are taking undue advantage of my leniency."

"I haven't taken any undue advantage, you are the one talking about something unfair."

"Are you so detached from every matter, or do you just put on this act in front of me?" Mr. Husnain thought for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. (Son, wait two minutes, I'll knock some sense into you.)

"I am like this. Careless in every matter, detached."

"And this is certainly not something to be proud of," he said, pressing his hands on the table and looking at his son's face.

"What do you want to say?" The tone was somewhat sullen as he put the glass back.

"Just that you should pay a little attention to the events happening around you." He smiled. Aliyan looked at his father's face in surprise. He didn't know what mood he was in so early in the morning.

"Alright, sorry," he said, raising his left hand as he saw Dameer's frown. "Don't be angry so early in the morning, or my mood will be ruined for the whole day."

"May I go?" He took the mail and keys. He should get up, but just then, a call came on his cell phone. Mr. Husnain had changed the angle of his gaze, hiding a smile. Dameer had seen his mannerisms perfectly and put the cell phone in his pocket.

Okay, enough with the jokes, let's be serious now." Hasnain suddenly became serious.

"When was the last time you met your mother?" Taimoor, Aliyaan, and Daamir looked at him at the same time.

"Why are you asking?"

"I'll tell you, but first, tell me, when was the last time you two met?"

"Four days ago." He seemed confused.

"Four days ago?" Hasnain nodded. "Did your mother tell you anything?" His probing manner made everyone suspicious.

"Did she tell me anything?"

"It was a very important matter. She should have told you."

"Why are you playing with us? The child is getting worried. Tell us, what's the matter?" Taimoor had to speak up.

"Faiz has fixed the marriage of his daughter, Itteba, with Abrar's son, Eid." As he said this, he saw the happiness on his son's face, while something clicked in Aliyaan's mind. He left his breakfast and went to his brother.

"Did you know about this, Meero?"

"No." He shook his head. "I have to go for some important work."

"That's good, focus on your work."

"Was it necessary to ruin his mood so early in the morning?" Taimoor was annoyed by her husband's manner, while Hasnain smiled.

"It was necessary, that's why I did it. The young man has become a bit too careless. Maybe he has forgotten that he is our child, and we know him inside and out."

"Baba, brother is upset."

"No, I want him to be upset, maybe then...he start taking life seriously"

Ahraz and Itba'a had an accident on their way back from the university, in which Ahraz was saved with only scratches, while Itba'a's wrist and arm were fractured. She stayed in the hospital for a whole week and came home, and everyone came to visit her. Except for Dameer, and everyone noticed this. Itba'a was also angry with him. What an inconsiderate person he was. He didn't even make a single call. Her engagement function was also postponed to a later date due to the accident.

About a week and a half later, he visited his uncle's house. Ahraz had gone to his private office, and the aunt had gone to the neighborhood, while Maida and Nanu were at home. He greeted Nanu and stood in front of Itba'a's room. He was going to see her after so many days. He had been asking Ahraz and his mother about her well-being, but he didn't have the courage to see her in her injured state, so he didn't come.

'Come on in, son.' Maida, seeing him standing at the door with soup, said. He nodded and entered the room behind her. 'How are you, my niece?' At Maida's soft tone, he smiled and looked at the person standing behind her.

'So you found the time to come here?' Seeing the expressions of complaint on her cheeks, he turned and looked at his son's serious face. 'Then you know how inconsiderate your son is.'

The tone was one of complaint.

Dameer looked at her once and then turned to his mother, who was smiling.

'Teach him a good lesson, Itba'a, my son has become very spoiled.'"

You are my mother, not ittebaa." He said, as if reminding her of her mother, and Atiya smiled.

"I want some tea," she said to her mother seriously.

"Should I bring something to eat with it?" She touched his face with love.

"If there's something light to eat..."

"You sit, I'll be right back."

"How are you, ittebaa?" After her mother left, he pulled a chair closer to the bed.

"You didn't remember to ask about my condition for a week and a half?" Atiya's tone was one of complaint.

Against her habit, he was wearing a black shalwar suit with black sandals. Her face was lightly shaved, serious and handsome, while itteba was wearing a white trouser with a black shirt and a dupatta of both colors.

"I've been asking about you from my aunt and Ahraz." He didn't look at ittebaa face once, then he reached out and picked up the diary from the side table.

"Can I see this?"

"It's not mine." Itebaa said, setting the clock. In this attempt, a wave of pain shot through her arm. It was then that Dameer looked at her. She was bearing the pain by clenching her teeth. Dameer quickly got up.

"Does it hurt a lot? Where is the medicine?" Itebaa looked at him with moist eyes at his restlessness. "If you had to sit, you could have told me, why did you put yourself through this pain?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It was just a little strained, it's fine now."

"I hadn't come to you for so many days for this reason." Itebaa was startled and looked at his face, which was turning red under some feeling. "Are you in pain, or something? Is it hurting?" He raised his hand to touch it, but then pulled it back. Itebaa felt his avoidance intensely, and he seemed a little different.

"What's wrong, Mero?" Surprise flashed in his tone, and he was startled and composed himself. "What's wrong with me?" he deliberately smiled. "Will you have soup?" Seeing his mother enter the room, he took a calm breath.

Mahida gave itebaa medicine after giving Dameer tea. Dameer took the tea and went to his grandmother. When itebaa fell asleep, Mahida went to her room.

"Can I come in, Mom?" A little while later, he was standing at the door of their room, asking for permission.

"Of course, my child," she said with love. "How long have you been taking BP medicine?" he asked seriously, looking at the medicines on the side table.

"Since you left?" Her tone was a little soft. Dameer hugged her tightly. "Forgive your mother, son." He put his hand on her cheek, and Dameer kissed her hand. "Please don't call me a sinner. I'm not angry with you. I had complaints against you, but they are gone now." "Are you telling the truth?" Mahida looked at his face with tearful eyes. He nodded. "Do you want to say something, my son?" Listening to her strong heartbeat in Dameer's tight embrace, Mahida lifted her face from his chest and asked

How do you know?"

"These uncontrollable heartbeats of yours are telling me." He smiled and placed his hand on her heart. "Tell me, what do you want to say?" Dameer got up from beside her and sat in front of her on his toes, placing his hands on her knees.

"I want to ask something from you, Mother." The mother cupped his face in her hands. "Order me, my dear son, I'll sacrifice myself for you."

He bent down and kissed her forehead. "I want your allegiance." He took her hands in his and lowered his gaze, saying it with a bang.

"Allegiance?" Her lips trembled. "What are you saying, Dameer?" Her tone trembled with the fear of the unknown. Dameer looked at his mother's pale face with his pink eyes.

"I want your allegiance, Mother. I cannot live without it. The thought of them going away makes it hard for me to breathe. The allegiance of the Prophet is like a ventilator for Dameer Hasnain's life. Without it, it would be difficult for Dameer Hasnain to live."

"Miro!" The mother cried out and put her hand over his mouth. "Forgive your mother, son. Your brother will not come back. They see you in the context of your father."

"But I am your son too."

"Your mother is very indebted to your brother's favors." She looked away.

"I can't repay his favors. He has said yes to Brother Abrar."

"Do you want to sacrifice your son for these favors? His tone was once again filled with disbelief."

It's not like that, Miro."

"It is, Mama."

"M...Miro, I made a mistake!"

Averting her gaze, gripping her trembling hands, her heart was about to close with fear, and Dameer became anxious.

"What mistake, Mama?"

"We... I..." Seeing the blood-splattered face of "your son," she didn't have the courage to say anything.

"What, Mama?"

"I saw a name, Mahrukh, in your phone's call log. Dameer bit his lip hard. Then you behave with someone like Sameea, and then you send him to the lab and remain silent." Dameer took out the mail and showed her the saved number and name.

"Please tell me what you said. Because of this Allah's curse?" Her face turned dangerously red.

"M... I... I got a brother for you..."

"Mama, please!" Dameer, in a defeated tone, left her hands and sat on the bed. A painful silence hung in the room for a few moments, then Dameer stood up.

"My God!" he groaned. Gripping the phone tightly, he looked at his mother's blood-drenched face. "If you can't bring some ease into my life, then please don't bring calamities either, you people."

His tone was so defeated that he was on the verge of tears. He came out with a jerk and stopped for a moment when he saw Faiz Mamoon, then quickly walked away from there in frustration.

Dameer had not been to Uncle Faiz's house for the past week, and the thought of going to Ahmed's place made him afraid. How could his mother think of Sameeha for him? His uncle had called him, but he had made an excuse of being busy and apologized.

Mahida had apologized to Ahmed, they had no complaints, but Nani was very angry at his refusal. How dare he refuse?

It was Sunday that day when they had all been called. Dameer was also asked to come to Faiz's house, and in a minute, he was there. Besides Ahmed and Nimra, everyone else was also present in the TV lounge.

"Stop there. Don't come forward." Before Dameer could habitually move towards his Nani, his steps stopped right in the middle of the lounge at her harsh tone. Both uncles and brothers looked at his pale face with regret. But Dameer Husnain, dressed in a trouser and white shirt, seemed pitiful to them, while Maida's eyes were moist.

The punishment for one of their mistakes was being borne by their son for eleven years. With his hands tied behind his back, he only focused on Nani's face.

"Do you know why you have been called here?" Dameer shook his head.

"Amma! Let him sit down," Ahmed looked at his mother, whose face was red.

"You be quiet, Ahmed. This is our matter." She snapped at her son and turned towards him, who was standing there with his hands tied behind his back like a criminal. "Your mother has conveyed your refusal to us, and it is because of one of her shortcomings."

"There is no shortcoming in her, the shortcomings are in me, Nani, or perhaps all the shortcomings of the world are in me." He was a victim of self-pity, Faiz 

Sahib...

Dameer saw the mother's face from behind, she understood very well from the mother's expression that she was taking out her anger on Dameer. After Nanu, he saw his mother's face, which was full of restraint, blood was

gushing, she had her hand on her mouth to suppress her sobs. Dameer cast his gaze on his feet.

"Give a reasonable reason for your refusal?"

"I don't consider myself worthy of this." He replied with a bowed head.

"Very good, which means you know yourself." Her voice trembled.

"There, maida's restraint gave way and she interrupted her mother, "You are being unfair to my son."

"Didn't you realize it so soon, Bibi!" Her tone was sarcastic. Maida opened her lips to say something, but Dameer spoke up.

"Ma! Please, let Nanu say it. What is the status of an extra being?"

"Don't say that, Miro, why are you tearing your mother's heart?" She gathered her tear-stained face in her cupped hands, while Ahmed also came to his nephew.

"Dameer, you are my son, you are my life, my uncle's life." He kissed his forehead (Nanu wiped his tears on the pretext of cleaning his glasses).

"I have no complaint. Don't devalue yourself like this." Dameer's gaze fell on Faiz Rasool, who was looking at his face with pursed lips.

"It's because of me that you all are hurt, for which I apologize to all of you present here." Everyone's eyes were moist. Dameer turned away with his head bowed.

"Miro," before he could cross the threshold, he turned back at the call. Faiz, holding his brother's and son's hand, called out.

You have done me many favors, which I cannot repay. But after what is happening to my son in this house today, my staying here would be an insult to the word 'mother'. I am leaving your house." Her tone was firm.

"That's a good thing," Faiz got up and came closer to them. "You have made a good decision, and now we will see..." He placed his hand on Dameer's shoulder. "...if your son is capable of taking on his mother's responsibility or not."

"These arms certainly have the strength, Uncle, to take on a mother's responsibility." He placed his hand on his uncle's hand. "Even if I fail, I will not take your favor again."

Holding his mother in his arms, he walked out of the lounge, but his steps paused for a moment to see the sullen faces of Ahraz and Atiya.

Faaida lovingly kissed Atiya's forehead, while Damir turned his gaze away from the scene and walked on. Momina, Ahmed, and Nimra also followed them to the porch.

"Where would you like to stay?" he asked his mother.

"Wherever my son lives," she said, smiling with tearful eyes.

"I am sure our Mero will fulfill his responsibilities with grace," Momina said, touching his face.

"Thank you, Auntie, for this trust!" Ahmed smiled. Nimra Auntie patted his shoulder, and Ahraz came running to hug Dameer's feet. Atiya also came with small steps.

"Sorry, Bare Baba and Dadu, for the injustice done to you." Ahraz was truly sad, and the same was ittiba.Dameer smiled softly.

"It's okay, buddy," he said patting Ahraz's shoulder. "Whatever happens, happens for the best."

"You were so insulted, and you're still looking for the good in it?" Ittiba looked at him with restlessness. Dameer replied, "What if? If it hadn't happened, would Mom have gone with me?"

"That's also true, but where are we going, dear?" Ahmed Mamoon asked softly. "Are you going to your father's house?"

"No." Dameer answered with a single word. His mother's face, which was looking at him, turned serious. "That's my responsibility."

"Best of luck!" Ahraz wished him, and he bent to open the door for his mother, while Faizi, hiding a smile, sat near his father and hugged him tightly in his strong arms. His father tried to free himself, but the grip was firm. "Leave me, Faizi! Let me go!" he scolded him in a moist tone, but Faizi did not let go.

"Don't let them go, this childish display of love is a good thing."

"Don't be so childish, what childish display of love have you seen?"

"You're taking out your anger on me by crying like this. It would have been better if you had hit me with two shoes. Anyway..." Ittiba wiped the tears from his eyes with her fingertips. "Are these for your grandson or for your daughter's departure?"

Feeling embarrassed by his own words, he laughed, and his mother hit him playfully on the cheek.

"Where is your son, sir?" It was the second day since Dameer and Maida had moved into the flat. When asked about Dameer, Haneen smiled and pressed Dameer's number. His face was glowing. They were aware of Maida's presence. Aliyaan stopped his hand and looked at his father's bright face. As soon as the call was attended, Haneen put it on speaker on the table and cleared his throat, asking Dameer, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the flat." A serious voice emerged.

"What?" He looked very innocent, as if he didn't know what his son was doing.

"Yes, this is true, but where are you going, brother?" Ahmed Mamoon asked softly. "Are you going to your father's house?"

"No." Dameer answered with a single word. His mother's face, which was looking at him, turned serious. "That's my responsibility."

"Best of luck!" Ahraz wished him, and he bent to open the door for his mother, while Faizi, hiding a smile, sat near his father and hugged him tightly in his strong arms. His father tried to free himself, but the grip was firm. "Leave me, Faizi! Let me go!" he scolded him in a moist tone, but Faizi did not let go.

"Don't let them go, this childish display of love is a good thing."

"Don't be so childish, what childish display of love have you seen?"

"You're taking out your anger on me by crying like this. It would have been better if you had hit me with two shoes. Anyway..." Ittiba wiped the tears from his eyes with her fingertips. "Are these for your grandson or for your daughter's departure?"

Feeling embarrassed by his own words, he laughed, and his mother hit him playfully on the cheek.

He was smiling. His face was glowing. He was aware of Maida's presence with Dameer. Alian stopped and looked at his father's bright face. As soon as the call was attended, Hasnain turned on the speaker, placed it on the table, and cleared his throat before asking Dameer.

"I'm in the flat," a serious voice emerged.

"Alone?" The tone was very innocent, as if he didn't even know what his son was up to.

"No," Dameer replied with a single word, looking at his mother's face who was looking at him.

"Turn on the speaker, man," Hasnain adopted a friendly tone, and Dameer, looking at his phone in his hand, followed his instructions. After many years, Maida and Hasnain's heart pounded violently upon hearing the voice from the phone.

"So now I'll tell my son, who he is with." Hasnain's tone was mischievous. Hasnain, Maida, and Alian were looking at him like this after so many years.

"Who am I with?" Dameer sat back, leaning against the back of the chair with ease.

"You've sent mom away? With your rude uncles?" He laughed. Alian was surprised, while Maida and Hasnain were unable to comprehend his demeanor. Dameer suddenly became serious.

"You can't use such words for uncles, Baba."

"And you can't take the side of your tormentor uncles in front of your father." His tone was one of warning.

"But is Badi Mama really with you?" Alian's enthusiastic tone forced Dameer and Maida to smile.

"Let me talk to her, hello Mama! Can you hear me?" Maida nodded her head in confirmation.

"Mama doesn't want to talk to you."

Dameer said with satisfaction. "I am a family of seven pillars, son. That's why Husnain's dry voice emerged, addressing Aliyan. "We get erased in the 'I', but we celebrate in the 'friend'." The next moment, the call was dropped by mistake. Dameer involuntarily saw his mother's hazy face. "She is right to say that. Her tone was defeated."

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"Is your health okay, your grandmother?" Ittaba saw them silently and kissed their forehead with affection. "I'm fine, child." "Are you sad?" "Very much," she said seriously. "By the way, Dado! You have done a lot of injustice to me." Ittaba sat beside them... "I know." Saying this sadly, Ittaba saw the face of the girl with the red and historical shirt and trousers, what importance did she have for their grandson, maybe she didn't even realize it. For whose sake he had become worthless. "What are you looking at?" Dadu moved her head in confusion and handed the mobile lying nearby towards her. "Call Miro." "Do you want to talk?" she held the phone with a smile. "No, you do. I just want to hear her voice, she's okay, right?" her tone was filled with emotion. Ittaba shook her head and, dialing the number, turned on the speaker.

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"Bero! That same evening, Aliyan opened the flat door and rushed towards Miro in an affectionate manner.

Dameer stumbled and regained his balance with difficulty, then glared at the one who had shaken him. "Where is Maham?" he asked, his searching eyes darting around.

"She's gone to the neighbors, that's why the door was open," she said. He came into his room.

"Oh!" his enthusiasm faded.

"There's no need to make a face, she'll be back soon," Dameer said seriously. Aliyan looked at his face intently.

"You seem quite sad, what's the matter?" Dameer was leaning against the railing, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture pensive. He looked at the deep blue sky where a few white clouds were drifting. Aliyan followed his gaze.

"What happened?"

"What does a person do when dreams die, Aliyan?" Aliyan looked at his sad face, taken aback.

"Dreams never die."

"They don't die, but they do get buried," Dameer's voice was heavy with sorrow.

"It is a man's good fortune to cry for a special woman." Aliyan placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "She must be very important, whose mention brings tears to my brother's eyes."

"I was about to say more after meeting her..." Dameer Hasnain, on his special red chiffon cell phone, rushed into the room where Mah Rukh's name was written. Coming behind him, Aliyan saw the name, while Dameer just stared at the screen.

"I'll just end the call," Aliyan said, turning to go outside, but Dameer grabbed his hand and stopped him. Aliyan looked at his sad face with questioning eyes. Dameer brought him closer to the sofa.

He gestured for her to sit.

"It's Nano's call. Cut the call and dial the number yourself," he told Aliyan.

"Assalamu Alaikum, are you well?"

"Wa Alaikum Assalam, it's not Dadu, it's me." Hearing the unexpected voice, both brothers looked at each other.

"Bia, how are you?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

"I'm fine. How are you?" The soft, heartfelt tone made Damer's heart melt.

"I'm fine. What's wrong with me?" he adopted a cheerful tone.

"Doesn't seem like it." Damer closed his eyes tightly and leaned back on the sofa, Aliyan watched his brother's filled-with-anger expression, clenching his fists on his knees. Suraiya and Aliyan became spectators to the conversation happening between them.

"Bia, why aren't my prayers accepted?" She was rubbing her burning eyes with her thumb and index finger.

"Prayers are never rejected, Miro," Aliyan said, placing his hand on her burning eyes with the tips of his fingers, as if to soothe them.

"But my prayers are being rejected," she whined. "My prayers have no effect, whatever I want gets away from me. Am I such a sinner? Tell me, Bia! Why does this happen to me?"

"You say prayers have no effect?" Bia's tone was soft. "Shall I tell you when a prayer has an effect?"

"When?" She placed Aliyan's hand on her heart.

Aliyan seemed a bit nervous.

"When the seal of patience is placed upon them." Damir suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight while Aliyan looked at the mobile screen with surprise, as if he could see Itba's face there. And patience is not that you stop asking, but patience is that you stop crying in front of people. The being who mends broken hearts is only Allah, He loves those who are humble and content with His will. Cover your prayers with the blanket of patience and see how they become a canopy. Listening to this from Wamera, he became peaceful and closed his eyes.

"Are prayers accepted?" The tone was a whisper.

"They are definitely accepted." Itba's confident tone made Aliyan feel a pang of jealousy. If you want something, you will definitely get what you are asking for. Not in a certain way, but you will get something.

"No." Damir stood up with a jerk. "I only want what I'm asking for." The tone was stubborn.

said. "Are you being stubborn?" Itba said with disbelief.

"You can think whatever you want, I only want the one I desire. Otherwise, I will not accept any substitute for it."

"What have you asked for?" Aliyan smiled at his curious tone.

"I have asked for life, Itba! Pray that my breathing continues. Can I call you later?"

"Yes, of course." Itba dropped the call and looked at Dadu's face, which was filled with sadness and sorrow.

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"Mird! Look at the door. The bell is ringing continuously."

He was kneading the dough when Maida called out, but perhaps he was in the washroom. Finally, he washed his hands and had to go to the door himself. As he opened the door, after eleven years, the face he had loved, Maida's Husnain, was in front of his eyes.

Husnain, Sameen, and Aliyaan were all looking at Maida's face, where there was unease.

"Bari Amma, can we come in?" Aliyaan had to try to break the silence, so she was startled and moved to the side.

"Who is it, Mama?" Damir's words, as he rubbed his hair with a towel, were said with a smile as he looked at Sameen and Husnain.

"You people are here?"

"Why? Is there a restriction on our mother coming here?" Aliyaan chirped.

"I'm not asking you, Hama, I'm asking Papa." Dameer threw the wet towel at his face. "Why are you standing? Move back."

He said this to Sameen, observing the etiquette of hospitality. Meanwhile, Husnain was staring at Maida's face without blinking. "Papa, please sit down," Aliyaan tried to break their concentration with a naughty, loud voice.

"You get out of here," Dameer said to her in a fake tone. "Go to the kitchen. Bring water." Then he turned to the three confused people. "You all sit down and stare at each other." Feigning seriousness, Aliyaan put her arm around his neck and took him towards the kitchen. As they entered the kitchen, they both burst into loud laughter.

"What a fun situation, yaar, Aliyaan," she said. "We are the ones who are going to reconcile two mothers and a single father."

"You're right, we are. I am completely on my side."

"I refuse," Dameer raised his hands. "I can't stand emotional scenes, and yes, I feel ashamed." Dameer feigned a shy act and hid his face in Alian's shoulder.

"What?" Alian looked at his brother in surprise. "What's there to be ashamed of, dude? Reconciling two people is a virtuous deed."

"Oh, get lost!" Dameer hit him. "You're a complete donkey." At that, both of them turned their attention to their father's harsh tone.

"What does your brother think of himself?" Hasnain's tone became aggressive as he looked at Mida's bowed head.

"What kind of ghost has possessed him? He's become a hothead too?" Alian asked in surprise, stopping at the threshold of the room.

"Have some shame, he's a father," Dameer snapped at him.

"I'm asking you something, Mida!" Hasnain flared up.

"What can I say?"

"Remember, Mida, I can tolerate the injustice done to myself, but I will take full account of the injustice done to my son from your brother."

"Can't you talk calmly?" Shemeen asked in a pleading tone, feeling sorry for Mida's condition.

"As long as a calamity named Faiz Rasool is in my life, how can I be calm and talk peacefully?"

"Now you're the one being unjust," Mida muttered. But Hasnain's scolding made Alian and Dameer smile.

"What an aura, man," Alian said, elb

owing Damir.

placed on his shoulder. "In the future, I will also be a life partner like this."

"Then forget that I will let Sameera enter your life." Damir blasted at him.

"Miro!" Alian came in front of him. "You know my desire." His face was glowing like a tube light.

"I am your brother, and he is two years older." Damir patted his shoulder.

"I love you, my friend." Alian hugged him warmly and kissed his cheek.

"Get away, idiot." Damir rubbed his cheek in annoyance and pushed him away, but he didn't mind and ran towards his parents.

"We have packed our bags and we are leaving." Alian's steps stopped at Husnain's tone. Maida also looked at them with questioning eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"Maybe you have forgotten." He came in front of Maida, who was a few steps away, and looked closely at her face, where the story of the past years was written. If Husnain Ahmed had suffered, happy Maida Husnain was not there either.

"You are still my wife, and a wife lives in her husband's house, not her son's." He gestured to Damir to come closer.

"I am grateful to you." Damir's face became serious as he touched his face. "You have freed my wife from the captivity of her tyrannical brother."

Maida looked at his style with a complaining look, while everyone else smiled.

"Well, your uncles have a lot of accounts to settle, I hope we can settle them soon."

Hasnain Ahmed and Faiz Rasool were graduates of the same institution. They had a rivalry from the beginning. It was in this situation that Hasnain and Maida met at Hasnain's cousin's wedding. Hasnain's cousin's wife was Faiz's paternal cousin.

Hasnain belonged to a landlord family, and his engagement was decided by his maternal uncle since childhood. Sheen was an educated, beautiful girl, but the center of Hasnain's attention was Maida.

He was captivated by her at first sight, and Maida felt the same way. She was the only, beloved sister of two brothers, and they considered it their duty to fulfill her every wish.

Faiz Rasool was the apple of his father's and Suraiya Ahmed's eye.

When Hasnain talked about marrying Maida at home, a storm broke out in the mansion. But they were so stubborn that if Maida was not included in their life, they would not accept the machine either. And his parents had to reluctantly agree, while it took Shumar and Suraiya about two years to be convinced because Faiz was strongly against this relationship. After Hasnain's tireless efforts, they agreed to the relationship despite Faiz's opposition.

While on one hand, Maida's heart was happy to have Hasnain, on the other hand, the displeasure of her devoted brother was also a burden on her heart. She was sent off with the blessings of her parents. However, Ahmed was happy.

Hasnain brought Maida to his house in the city, according to the condition of the marriage, their marriage took place three months later.

But Mida was not aware of their marriage. Aliyan was one and a half years younger than Dameer. After Dameer's birth, by accepting Mida and Hasnain's marriage, Faiz had made Mida even more devoted to him. He had lifted the burden from her heart.

Dameer was welcomed with open arms by the family. Itbaa was one year younger than him, and he always spent the weekends with his grandmother. The friendship between Itbaa and Dameer was exemplary; they always liked to be together.

After the death of their grandfather, Mida and Dameer stayed at Faiz's house until the fortieth day. Itbaa would be on the left side of his grandfather, while Dameer would be on his right, resting his hand on Itbaa's hand, which was on his grandfather's stomach.

In childhood, Itbaa was very fond of becoming a teacher. That's why every Sunday, she would become Sameera, Hooba, Afraz, and Dameer's teacher. Wearing her grandfather's glasses and a white dupatta, she would look very cute to Dameer Hasnain, turning a scale in her small hands.

When she would call Dameer "Mero," he would very politely say, "Yes, teacher," while he would call her "you," and Dameer would call her "Aap" (a respectful way of saying "you"). This habit had become so ingrained that he would call her "Aap" even in a normal routine.

Dameer was ten years old when the revelation of Mida and Hasnain's marriage and son was made. She was so possessive in matters of love that she couldn't tolerate Hasnain's name with anyone, let alone his second wife, and eleven years after their marriage, their first fight broke out.

"You cheated on me, Hasnain."

"Listen to me, Mida!"

"I don't want to hear anything. Answer me, why did you do this to me?" she shouted, grabbing Hasnain's collar in her fists.

That's why I hid it from you, because I knew you would react this way." Hasnain helped them. As for the second marriage, my father agreed on the condition that it would be for you, because leaving an engaged person is considered a great disgrace in our culture. He said, "You should divorce her right now."

"That's not possible." Hasnain's tone was firm.

"Then leave me." Hasnain looked at Maida's unyielding attitude with anxiety. "I don't need a fake husband. For your sake, I saddened my father-like brother, and in return, I am getting a co-wife."

"This is the tragedy, Maida!" Hasnain shook her. "In these ten years, I have never seen you smile from the heart. You are always mourning your brother, and this is the difference between you and Tayyab, she has known about this since day one, but she has never said a word."

"Fine, I am bad. Leave me and live your life with your favorite wife. I will go to my brother's house with my son."

"You are not going anywhere, and neither is Damir," he warned, raising his finger.

But Maida was stubborn. The next day, when Hasnain went to the office, she took Dameer and left for Faiz Bhai's house. Hasnain was furious about this. He wanted to turn back and never look at her again, but the distance from his son was unbearable. Dameer was used to sleeping between Maida and Hasnain. He would spread one arm and one leg on Hasnain and the other arm on Maida.

Mama! When will we go home?" On that day, Dameer said, holding her hand. He was missing his father and it had been three days since he had met him.

"Now we will stay here with our uncle." She lovingly said, stroking his hair, "Are you enjoying it here with Tano and your uncle?"

"Yes, Mama! He was quiet, and so was Ittaba."

"Yes, Ittaba too."

"When we go home, we will take Ittaba with us."

"What's going on, my dear?" Faiz uncle said softly, ruffling his silky hair.

"Uncle! We will take Ittaba with us." He said seriously, sitting on his uncle's lap.

Just then, Momina announced that Hasnain had arrived. Dameer, sitting on Faiz's lap, called out for his father and ran outside. Faiz and Maida also came to the lawn, where Hasnain was passionately kissing Dameer's face.

"Miro! Go inside." Maida almost pulled him off Hasnain's lap. Hasnain looked at her with restraint.

"Mama! I want to stay with my father." He said, trying to hold on, but Ittaba also came there.

"I'll give you a slap. Go away."

"Kho! Don't scold Miro." Ittaba stood in front of Dameer like a shield. Faiz took both of them away from Hasnain.

"Come on, Miro! We are going home." Hasnain held out his hand towards him.

"My son is not going anywhere." Maida hid him behind her.

"He is my son too."

This is not your son, Aliyaan is your son."

"Hassnain, go from here." Faizan said seriously.

"I will go with my wife and son."

"If they don't want to go, you will force them." His tone was harsh.

"Or should I go?"

"No."

"I heard, she doesn't want to go."

"Okay. Here, you have them. I am taking my son with me. Come, Dameer!" He extended his hand.

"He is my nephew. He will not go with you." Faiz Rasool pulled Dameer away from his reach.

"Uncle! I want to go to my father." When Dameer freed his hand from his grip, Faiz's face turned red.

"The children of snakes are also snakes. Take him away, don't show me his face again."

In a fit of rage, he grabbed Dameer's arm and pushed him with full force towards Hassnain. He fell with a thud on the marble floor. Maida wanted to rush forward, her eyes welled up, while Hassnain in one leap, hugged his crying son.

"Stay away from my son." Hassnain roared, jerking Maida's hand.

"Congratulations on your brother." Just then, he turned his attention to the little girl who was hiding her face in Faiz's chest, calling out "Baba Miro, Miro, Miro" and sobbing. Hassnain glanced at her and walked away from there.

Dameer was greatly affected by this incident. He fell ill. Hasnain called Sameen and Aliyan to the city to stay with him. As time passed, Damir began to recover, but he was becoming more and more stubborn and headstrong. Aliyan loved him dearly, but Dameer would push him away every time. So Hasnain was forced to send Dameer to his sister's place in America, which made him even more resentful of everyone else, except for his grandmother and Itba, whose sadness he still remembered as if it were the first day. Compelled by his heart, he left his studies unfinished and returned home.

"What's the matter with you two?" Dameer asked irritably, glaring at Ahraaz and Aliyan, who had forcibly put him in the car.

"Just be quiet!" Ahraaz glared at him. "We are on an important mission today." Aliyan forcibly fastened his seatbelt. "May God be your supporter and protector."

"Are you sending me on some impossible mission?" Dameer asked, looking at Ahraaz after seeing Aliyan take the driver's seat.

"It's not like that," Aliyan said, and drove the car forward. Seeing the car traveling on familiar roads, Dameer straightened up.

"Are we going to Ahmed Mamoo's place?"

"Yes, we are going there."

"Stop the car."

"But why?" both asked in unison, surprised.

"I don't want to go there," he said seriously, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Why?" Ahraaz became angry.

It's Dado's birthday today, she went to Uncle's place because of you. Because she didn't 

want you to come to our place." Dameer pursed his lips while Aliyaan was surprised.

"But why don't Nanu and Nani want brother to go to your side?"

"They are angry with Baba about something."

"They are angry with Mamoon, so what does brother have to do with their anger?" He said to himself.

"You should ask your brother that yourself." Ahraz got even angrier.

"Let's go now, they are waiting."

"You should have told me earlier." Aliyaan glared at him.

"I didn't even get a gift for Nanu and look at my appearance." He looked at Dameer after looking at himself, who was wearing a white and black striped full-sleeved shirt.

He had also styled his hair with his hands. His face was serious, his lips were pursed, his eyes were fixed on the windscreen.

"What great feat would you have achieved by getting ready? You would have stayed the same as you are now."

Ahraz looked at his short hair and clean-shaven face. "Where are your bands? You even got a haircut. Is everything alright?"

"You've developed a desire to become a human?" Ahraz was enjoying his words, and Aliyaan's smile was also included in his laughter. Dameer gave a stern look to both of them, and their laughter came to a halt.

Ahraz saw his aunt, mama, Ward, Sameeha, and Soha, and greeted them. Then, he cast a look of gratitude at his uncle.

"Masha'Allah, among so many ladies, one gentleman."

Ahmed did not pay attention to his style. Then, seeing him with Dameer and Alian, all the women also turned their attention.

The grandmother, looking at Ramir, spread her arms with teary eyes. He was in her arms in a second. For the first time, Alian was confused among these people.

"Young man, how are you?" Ahmed stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Alhamdulillah, I am fine. Can I call you uncle?" He hesitated.

"Of course, if I am Damir's uncle, you are also his brother." He said, taking him towards his mother, "Amma, this is Alian, Dameer's brother."

"Assalamu Alaikum, Nanu!" He bowed before her. The grandmother stroked his head and replied.

"This is Momina Bhabhi. And this is my beloved wife, the beautiful Nimra, Faiz Bhai's wife." He smiled. "You already know Ahraz. This is Sameeha, my sweet doll."

He said lovingly, holding Sameeha in his embrace.

"There is no doubt about that, she is a doll," Alian agreed, nodding his head.

"Happy birthday, Nanu! Sorry, we couldn't bring any gift. Actually, Ahraz told us on the way. But it's on credit." Alian said playfully.

He was sitting next to his uncle, as quiet as Dameer. Alian was beaming as much. Just then, Soha entered the lounge with a tray of tea, followed by Ittiba, carrying another tray.

Oh, My brother! Soha was immensely happy to see him. How long has it been since you came?"

Damir raised his eyes and looked at her once, then his gaze went towards Ittaba. There was pleasant surprise on her face too, but as soon as her eyes met Dameer's, her gaze instinctively lowered. Since he had returned from America after childhood, they had met barely four times, but today for the first time, Ittaba felt a hesitation in his manner.

"They weren't even going to come today. I and Ali brought them by force," Ahraz told Soha.

"Thank you, son!" Dadu looked at Ahraz and Aliyan with grateful eyes. "You brought my child to me."

Faiz sahib had arrived about fifteen minutes after the cake was cut. He hadn't noticed Dameer and Aliyan's presence.

"Dad says it's absolutely right. My uncle is really very handsome, یار." , Aliyan whispered into Dameer's ear, which Faiz sahib heard clearly. He had just entered the lounge after taking the call, while the two of them, with their backs to him, had not seen him. Damir glared at him.

"He's not often like this, it's just his nature. He's not very expressive." Faiz sahib smiled at his manner, while Dameer moved towards the table to get a plate.

"I have to take a selfie." He turned everyone's attention towards himself and turned on the front camera.

"Everyone, come here, to Nanu." Asn bent down and took the fingers from Soha and Ittaba's plate.

He took a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth. The change in his demeanor today was surprising Ittiba.

"Faiz, you too." He said seriously after seeing Faiz Sahib sitting on the sofa.

"I'm not coming." He said curtly.

"Why do you want to provoke me?" He stood in front of them, his arm on his chest.

Faiz Sahib hid a difficult smile.

"And you probably don't know, if I get stubborn, nothing good will happen."

"Are you threatening me?" He was surprised in a fake way.

"Whatever you think." He shrugged indifferently, just then the doorbell rang.

"I'll see, it must be Ubaid." When Faiz Sahib stood up, Dameer blocked his way. The muscles on his face tightened at the name Ubaid.

"Move, give way." His tone was apparently serious as he looked proudly at his nephew who was two inches taller than him.

"You sit, I'll receive him, he is your guest." Everyone stopped their activities and turned their attention to him.

Especially Ittiba was still watching their mannerisms. Dameer moved towards the door. He opened the door in an aggressive manner and saw the face of a handsome young man in front of him, who smiled after seeing him for a moment, while Dameer looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"I'm Ubaid." He extended his hand, while Dameer looked at his hand and then held it.

"It's Nani's birthday, so I've come to wish her." He said, telling Dameer,

He saw his red hands in a tight grip. "My hand will become furniture, friend!"

"You've come, thank you." Dameer let go of the hand, and Obaid was left watching, his hand was numb.

"Is this for your grandmother?"

Obaid shook his head, and Dameer reached out and took the bag.

"I'll give them to her. The family is inside, otherwise, I would have definitely offered you tea. You can go now."

"Okay, please do tell Faiz Uncle about my visit." He said with a friendly tone, not knowing what it was about Dameer's anger and control that brought him a sense of peace, making him smile broadly.

"Goodbye." Dameer closed the door with a thud and came back, having offered the flowers to the dustbin.

"Who was at the door?" Ahmed Mamoon asked.

"It was someone who came by mistake. I've explained it to him properly so that he never forgets and comes this way again."

"You are very dangerous, friend." Ahmed Mamoon said, understanding, while Faiz Mamoon patted his shoulder.

Hassnain, Shameen, and Maida were present at Faiz Rasool's place at that time. There was silence despite the presence of Suraiya, Ahmed, Nimra, Momina, and so many other people.

"If we had to remain silent like this, what was the need to come here? After all, Faiz Sahib had to be the one to speak." Hassnain said.

"The way you greet people with a frown, how can the next person even dare to speak?"

They had started talking in their own specific way. Nani, Ahmed, and Momina took a deep breath (the taunts were about to begin again). Maida helplessly looked at her brother and husband.

"If you don't know how I am, then you shouldn't have come here."

"I had to come because you are not the only one in this house; there are other people who are very dear to me."

"Like?"

"Like my mother, for instance," Hasnain said gently, touching her knee. "Momina, my sister-in-law, and my daughter."

"Am I nothing to you?" Ahraz interrupted.

"For now, you can leave, Ahraz." At his father's glare, he left with his lips pressed together. Nani was silently observing their mannerisms, but her face was a testament that she soon intended to teach her son-in-law and son a lesson.

"Call my daughter."

"As far as I remember, you only have two sons," Faiz Sahib replied.

"Will you two stop this nonsense, or do I have to take off my shoe?" At their mother's fierce tone, they both fell silent.

"You speak, Hasnain! How should I come?"

"Mother, I have come today to forget all the old complaints and build a new relationship! Make my daughter your daughter."

Faiz Sahib did not say anything this time.

"I assure you that I will keep her as a daughter, not a daughter-in-law, Faiz!" Now she turned her face and addressed him.

"I know there have been many differences between us in the past, who was right, who was wrong..."

I don't want to get involved in this debate. I have accepted it as my destiny. You should also be big-hearted and start our relationship afresh, like friends.

"But I have said yes to Abrar."

"I will talk to him myself. You just say yes. Haseen has come here after thinking of a solution to all the problems."

"Mother! What is your opinion?"

"I don't have anyone dearer than Damper, but the consensus is that she is your daughter. You decide what you think is right."

"Mother! Now leave the anger." Faiz got up and said to his mother in a soft tone. "She will only agree if I hold her ears."

"Mother! She will agree, otherwise it would look strange to hold her ears at this age." Haseen Ahmed said in unison, and Suraiya smiled, nodding her head in affirmation, and kissed her son's forehead.

"I also say yes, but tell your son to do it. Why should I give my daughter's hand into his hand?"

Ten days later, the Ahraz house was presenting a unique scene with its electric lights. A smile was dancing on everyone's face. In the lawn, three boys dressed in white shalwar kameez were seated with glowing faces. Only close relatives were invited to the function. Dameer, Aliyaan, and Ahraz were eagerly waiting for the brides, and their wait ended when they saw a small group of girls coming from the front. It was Itab, Soha, and Sameea, walking like fairies in red-colored dresses with light makeup and delicate jewelry.

 First, Damaeer stood up. In a white shirt, his bright, shining face was like a divine light. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful figure whom his aunt and uncle had seated beside him.

"Sit down, son." He didn't know how long he would have stood there, so Nimra Bari playfully teased him, and he became shy. "How is the gathering?" he asked in a whisper. Itba'a clutched her trembling hands together and nodded her head. Dameer was well aware of her condition. The boy she used to treat in a dignified manner was now about to be tied to her in a beautiful relationship. Her nervousness was justified.

He turned his face slightly and looked at Itba'a's face hidden behind her veil, with a serious expression.

"You said it right. Prayers are never rejected. You, Itba'a Rasool, are the fruit of the prayers I offered in my Tahajjud." Upon this heartfelt confession, Itba'a's eyes became teary and looked towards him.

"Maybe you don't know, but in some matters, I am very egoistic and stubborn. But you are the only person whom I have always loved more than myself. I confess that I respect you more than even myself."

"Am I that important to you?" Damaeer Hussain's melodious voice was filled with affection.

In short, you are dear. The summary is that you are more than life i tself.

 "Hello, friend!" Just then, Damaeer was startled and looked towards the person who was approaching (Itba'a also lowered her head). A man with a mischievous face in an off-white suit was walking towards

 them.

He was wearing white jeans and holding a red rose. Dameer stood there spontaneously.

"Congratulations on your marriage, my friend!" Ubaid happily hugged him.

"Thank you," Dameer smiled softly. "May I now join your family's mansion?" His tone was full of mischief.

Dameer was amused by his mischief and did not laugh. Meanwhile, after a short while, the marriage of Ahraz and Sohail Aliyaan and Sameea was also completed peacefully.

Ten days ago

According to Faiz Mamoon, Dameer was sitting in his office in front of him.

With his usual serious demeanor, Faiz had ordered tea for him and rested his hands on the table.

"Do you know why I have called you here?"

"Yes!" He looked at Mamoon's face seriously.

"Do you also know that your parents have asked for Ittaba's hand for you?"

"Yes!" His lips trembled as he looked at the table. Mamoon carefully watched this reaction. "You don't have any objection, do you?"

"To what?" He looked at him innocently.

"The matter has been finalized. A month ago, she had an accident and a fracture. It's possible she might limp now?"

"No, I know everything, and I have no objection to anything."

Hmm?" Faize feigned surprise. "Despite the fact that Itbaa treats you like children and calls you 'tum,' you don't object to that either?" "Dameer smiled gently.

"I don't even object to her calling me 'tum,' uncle! Because she is neither like my aunt nor my Maah Rukh," he said with gentleness and affection.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Of what?" he was confused by their question. Faize wanted to laugh out loud. "In front of a father, how are you expressing your feelings for his daughter? Don't you sell shame and respect in America?"

"Oh, please! Dameer stood up in a daze. "Sorry, sorry." He apologized and rushed backwards towards the door.

And as soon as he stepped outside, Faize, who had been holding back for a long time, burst into laughter. He had complete faith in his nephew that he would keep his daughter very happy. And trust is the most important condition of any relationship.

Approximately a month ago, when Dameer was talking to his mother about Itbaa, both Zeebriya and Faize had heard all their conversation. She kept looking at her son, maybe she wanted to say something, but Faize's silence made her sad. To express her feelings, she had to involve Dameer, but Faize was well aware that the mother only wanted to emotionally blackmail Faize. Despite this, she was ready for Dameer, but she kept silent because she had already given her word to Ab'raar that he was Dameer...

On the other hand, when Husnain asked Ab'raar to takes back her son's proposal, he would be grateful to her because Ubaid was interested in his class fellow, and he himself was going to apologize to Faize because his father had given his proposal without asking his opinion.

On the day of Nani's birthday, he also intended to apologize to Uncle, but Dameer did not let him reach them.

At Dameer's aggressive manner, Ubaid first looked at him with surprise, but then, recognizing the reflection in his eyes, he felt safe and at peace. He was not listening to a reason to break two loving hearts. And Faize Rasool, remembering Dameer's words, still felt overwhelmed with joy while looking at his daughter, the bride.

"I need your guarantee that you will keep her happy." Faize heard the echo of his own voice.

"I'm not giving you a chance, convince me. Why should I choose you for my daughter?" Dameer instinctively saw his serious face.

"What if I refuse?"

"I'm not saying I'll bring the moon and stars for them, but I can assure you that I will love and respect them more than myself."

"All I know, Mamoo Ji, is that if you refuse, I will die from being deceived a second time."

Faize Mamoo looked at his face for a long time. As much as he was lovable himself, his words were just as lovely. He needed a life partner for his daughter just like this, who would love her just as much as he did, and Dameer Hasnain was a perfect match for his standards.