" Are you sure you wanna do this right now ... aunty ki khawish hai but if you don't want to hum kohi na kohi banhana maana lenge yah fir baad mein karenge "
" Mumma ne socha hai toh pakka soch samjhe ke socha hoga .. I wanna do it right now here "
" Kya aapko Yeh nikkah Qubool hai ?"
" Ji Qubool hai ... Qubool hai ... Qubool "
" Kya aapko yeh nikkah qubool hai ?" The qazi asked him now .
" Ji Qubool hai Qubool hai Qubool hai " he said without any hesitation.
"Begum Apne yhe acha nahi kiya you should have stopped Bhabhi from putting this wish forward
History is repeating itself begum "
" Toh Hone do history repeat.... hum bhi toh ek Sudden Shaadi se intne saal tak ki shaadi pyaar bari nibhai hai na they can too .. stop with you Alina chant and accept it now that humhare ghar ek aur beti aagayi hai ab .... mein bol rahi hoon agar ab aapne meri beti se zayd priority aur ghar usse se bhulaya toh mera naam bhi Arushi Mezaan Khalid Ahmed nahi " she says walking away .
Back to Present :-
Engagement :-
The hall was aglow with golden lights, shimmering in celebration of a moment meant to be joyous. Alina's smile lit up the room as she clutched the delicate silver ring in her trembling hands. She had loved Amir for years now—quietly, from a distance—waiting for the perfect time to confess. This moment, though unexpected, felt serendipitous.
Her mother, Ayesha, broke the silence with a beaming smile.
"Alina beta, Amir ko ring pehnao," she encouraged warmly.
Alina, radiant with excitement, stepped forward, her heart thundering.
"Amir, apna haath aage lao," she said, her voice soft but steady.
Amir stood frozen, his gaze distant. His mind was a storm, swirling with images of Soha—her laughter, her teasing remarks, the way she lit up his world effortlessly. She was his dream, the very air he breathed, his sunrise and his sunset. He had took this foolish decision so hastily but he thought she would fight back and prove him she liked him too . But she hadn't. And now, standing here with Alina's earnest smile and an unspoken confession hanging in the air, his chest tightened.
It was Aarzoo's sharp nudge that jolted him from his trance. Slowly, reluctantly, he extended his hand. Alina noticed his hesitation and tried to soften the moment with a quiet confession.
"Amir," she whispered, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Main hamesha se tumse pyaar karti thi."
Her words cut through the air like a blade, and Amir instinctively took a step back, guilt flooding him. He glanced at Aarzoo, who stood off to the side, her expression laced with disappointment. She had been against this hastily arranged engagement from the start, knowing full well where Amir's heart truly lay. Amir could feel her judgment burning into him, adding weight to the suffocating guilt he already carried.
Just as Alina reached out to slide the ring onto his finger, a sharp ringtone shattered the tension in the room. It was his mother's phone.
Amir's attention snapped to the sound, and his heart stopped when he saw the caller ID. Soha.
Anger flared within him—why was she calling now, first she says she doesn't like him then she leaves the engagement she does everything opposite to her actions but Before his mother could answer, he snatched the phone from her hand, ready to bark at Soha for disrupting the event. But what he heard on the other end made his breath hitch.
Her voice was trembling, shaky, interspersed with hiccups and gasps for air.
"Am... am sorry, aunty. I didn't mean to disturb... the engagement... but Saif bhai... mumma... papa... they got into an accident, and... Mahnoor di... she... she fainted!"
"Soha?" he said sharply.
Her sobs broke into a full-blown panic attack, her words tripping over one another in a desperate attempt to get them out. Amir's heart shattered at the sound of her distress.
"Soha! Sweetheart, stop. Listen to me. Grab some water. Take a deep breath for me, okay? Please." His voice softened, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his chest.
His hand trembled as he threw the engagement ring across the hall, the tiny piece of jewelry clinking faintly against the floor. Without another word, he turned and marched out of the hall, his emotions overtaking him.
Alina Fisted her hands in anger as she saw How amir left the hall on call with Soha as tears Ran down her face .
"Amir, kya hua?" Aarzoo called after him, running to keep up. She caught the look in his eyes and knew instantly that something was terribly wrong.
Abeer, Amir's best friend, didn't waste a second. He had already sprinted to the car and started the engine. When Amir reached him, Abeer slid into the passenger seat without hesitation, setting up Amir's phone on Bluetooth.
"Talk to her, Amir," he urged.
Amir hit the gas, breaking all traffic laws as the car roared onto the road. His focus remained on Soha's shaky voice coming through the speakers.
"Sweetheart, I'm coming to you. I'm almost there," he said, his voice filled with an urgency that betrayed his fear.
"I... I can't... I can't breathe," Soha choked out, gasping between words.
"Yes, you can,Sweetheart " Amir said firmly. "Sweetheart, listen to me. You can. Do it for me, okay? Slow, deep breaths. Inhale... exhale... that's it. Good girl. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Her breathing stuttered, still uneven but slowing slightly.
"I... I am so scared," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"I know, sweetheart, I know," Amir said, his voice breaking. "But you're not alone. I'll be with you soon. Just hold on for me. Keep talking to me. What color is your dupatta today, hmm?"
The question caught her off guard, but it distracted her, pulling her mind away from the panic.
"b-black," she whispered, her voice trembling but calmer now.
"Black. My favorite," Amir said with a small, strained smile. "You'll look like an angel, I'm sure. Just hold tight, sweetheart."
The car swerved sharply as Amir took a turn at lightning speed, his race-car reflexes kicking in. Abeer held onto the dashboard with a muttered curse, but Amir didn't care. He only had one goal—getting to Soha.
Within minutes, they screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Amir didn't wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out and ran inside, his heart pounding as he searched for the girl who meant everything to him.
The hospital waiting area was eerily silent except for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant beeping of medical equipment. Soha sat on the cold steel hospital chair, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably. Her head was buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as muffled sobs broke through her lips. The weight of the world seemed to press down on her chest, and her breaths came in short, uneven gasps. She looked completely shattered, lost, and fragile.
Amir rushed into the waiting room, his heart racing faster than his feet could carry him. The sight of her broke him. She was the strongest person he knew, but in that moment, she looked like a child—broken and scared. Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Soha..." His voice was low, desperate, as if just saying her name could take away her pain.
She didn't look up, didn't even acknowledge his presence, her body convulsing with the force of her sobs. He moved closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Sliding down further, he pressed his face into her torso, his strong arms holding her like he could shield her from all the pain in the world.
Soha froze for a moment, as if her body wasn't sure how to respond, but then she broke even more. Her arms shot out and clutched onto him desperately, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer like he was her lifeline. She sobbed harder, her breath hitching and stuttering, her gasps for air making Amir's heart twist in agony.
"Mir..." she managed to whisper between hiccups, her voice raw, trembling, and filled with helplessness.
"Shh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice breaking as he held her tighter. "I'm here. Main yahin hoon. Tumhe kuch nahi hoga, I promise. Tum bas breathe karo, theek hai? Ek deep breath... meri Soha ke liye."
But she couldn't. " Amir ..... bhai.....pa-pa.... Muma—a"Her chest was heaving, her body trembling so violently it felt like she was slipping away. Amir could feel her panic rising, her nails digging into his shoulders as if she was trying to anchor herself. A wave of fear crashed over him, and for the first time in his life, he felt completely powerless.
Her sobs grew louder, her breaths more erratic. Amir's heart raced as he cupped her face gently, his thumbs wiping away the endless stream of tears.
"Soha, meri jaan, look at me," he pleaded, his own voice trembling now. "Breathe. Mujhe dekho. Main hoon na?" But her panicked eyes wouldn't focus on him, lost in the storm of her fear.
He felt like he was losing her, like her fragile form might slip right through his fingers. His desperation turned into frustration. Spinning around, he roared at the hospital staff, his voice thundering through the quiet corridors.
"Koi hai yahaan?! She's not breathing right! Abhi doctor ko bulao!"
The staff snapped into action, and within seconds, a nurse rushed into the room with a syringe in hand. She crouched beside Soha, speaking in a calm, practiced tone.
"Sir, humein sedative dena padega. Yeh panic attack bahut severe hai."
Amir didn't hesitate, nodding quickly. He didn't care about anything else—he just needed Soha to be okay. The nurse carefully administered the injection, and within moments, Soha's sobs began to subside. Her trembling lessened, her breathing evening out as the sedative took effect.
Her head fell against Amir's shoulder, her weight slumping into his arms as her body finally relaxed. Amir exhaled shakily, his hand stroking her hair gently as tears streamed down his face. He pressed his lips to her forehead, whispering,
"Bas, sweetheart. Ab sab theek hai. Tum safe ho. Tum meri ho, aur tumhe kuch nahi hoga."
Aarzoo and Abeer burst into the waiting room, their heavy white engagement outfits now crumpled and dusty from the chaos of the night. Their eyes widened at the sight in front of them—Amir, still dressed in his ivory sherwani, sitting on the cold hospital floor with Soha cradled in his arms, his face streaked with tears.
Abeer hurried to his best friend's side, crouching down and placing a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Amir... bhai, sambhal apne aap ko," he said softly, though his own voice was thick with emotion.
But Amir didn't let go of Soha. His grip on her tightened as he buried his face into her hair, his sobs silent but relentless.
"Maine use almost lose kar diya, Abeer," he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. "Main uske bina kuch nahi hoon. Woh meri duniya hai... sab kuch hai."
Abeer blinked back his own tears, wrapping an arm around Amir's shoulders to give him the support he so desperately needed.
Meanwhile, Aarzoo stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding as she took in the scene. Her earlier frustration with Amir getting engaged to someone else seemed like a distant memory now. All she could see was her brother, broken and vulnerable, and Soha, who looked so fragile in his arms. Swallowing hard, she turned to the nurse, her voice trembling.
The nurse gave her a sympathetic look, explaining softly,
"Unka car accident kaafi severe tha. Mr. Ahmed is in coma & aur parents ka initial treatment chal raha hai. Mahnoor faint ho gayi thi jab unhone suna, but mahnoor 's okay she just fainted hearing about the incident.Woh separate room mein hain."
The sterile air of the hospital felt heavier than ever as Aarzoo stood frozen, her face losing all color when the nurse's words echoed in her ears.
It was as if the ground beneath her had crumbled. Her vision blurred, and her legs buckled under the weight of the news. For a moment, she felt like she might collapse, her entire world spinning. But before she could hit the cold, hard floor, Abeer was there.
He rushed to her side, his strong arms wrapping protectively around her waist as he steadied her trembling form. "Aarzoo! Sambhalo apne aap ko," he said, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Tears streamed down her face as her lips quivered. Her chest heaved with short, shallow breaths, each one a struggle as panic overwhelmed her. "Abeer... bhai ka accident..." she began, her voice breaking into a frantic, incoherent ramble. "Mama aur Mami danger mein hain... bhai coma mein hai... Mahnoor di..." Her voice rose, filled with desperation as fresh tears escaped her eyes. "Woh bhi behosh hai, Abeer! Aur Soha... Soha wahan toot rahi hai... jab Mumma yeh sunengi na, unka toh haath... unka haath kharab ho jayega!"
Her words came tumbling out in a chaotic stream, each one laced with pain and fear. She clutched at Abeer's shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric as if holding onto him could stop her from falling apart. Her breathing became erratic, and she shook uncontrollably, consumed by the enormity of what was happening.
"Aarzoo!" Abeer's voice cut through her spiral, firm but filled with a softness that only he could manage. He gently but firmly held her shoulders, shaking her just enough to snap her out of her panicked state. "Dekho mujhe," he commanded, his dark eyes locking onto hers, grounding her in the moment.
She blinked, her teary eyes searching his face for something to hold onto, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak.
"Abeer..." she whispered, her voice cracking, but he didn't let her finish.
"Bas. Suno meri baat," he said, his voice low and soothing now. Slowly, he pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. "Main hoon yahan. Tum akeli nahi ho. Hum sab theek karenge, samjhi?"
Aarzoo melted into his embrace, burying her face into his shoulder as sobs wracked her body. She clung to him tightly, her fingers gripping his back as though letting go wasn't an option. Abeer's arms encircled her protectively, one hand gently stroking her back while the other cradled the back of her head.
"Shh," he murmured softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Tumhe strong rehna padega, Aarzoo. Sab tumhe dekh rahe hain. Soha ko sambhalna hai, unka sahara ban na hai. Tumhare Mama aur bhao ko tumhari zarurat hai. Aur jab tak main hoon, tumhe kisi cheez se darne ki zarurat nahi hai."
His words were like a balm to her frayed nerves. He didn't rush her or try to hush her pain. Instead, he let her cry, his steady presence anchoring her. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Aarzoo," he whispered again, his voice firm with quiet determination. "Abeer mein chodungi nahi jissne bhi mere family ke sath ese kiya hai "she said gritting her teeth."Tumhari har ladai meri ladai hai. Lekin abhi humein himmat dikhani hai. Tumhe sambhalna hoga. Main hoon na, tumhare saath."
His encouragement seeped into her like a lifeline, calming her erratic breaths. Slowly, her sobs softened, though her tears didn't stop. "Abeer..." she whispered again, this time with less panic and more reliance.
"Haan, Aarzoo," he responded immediately, his voice steady and sure. "Main yahan hoon."
She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, her face stained with tears and her eyes puffy from crying. "Mujhse nahi hoga...mama kho baatana " she said shakily.
He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Mujhse dekho," he said softly. "Tumhe pata hai na, tumhare andar kitni strength hai? Tum apne ghar ke liye ek pillar ho. Aur jab tak tum ho, tumhara ghar nahi tootega. Tumhe bas yakeen rakhna hai. Aur jab tumhe lage tum toot rahi ho, bas mujhe dekhna. Main hoon na, tumhare liye."
His words struck something deep within her. She nodded slowly, still clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping her together. Abeer smiled faintly, pressing his forehead to hers for a brief moment of comfort. "Tumhe sambhalna hoga, Aarzoo. Sab kuch theek hoga," he repeated, his voice a steady mantra.
The weight of his assurance filled her with a small flicker of hope. She didn't know how, but with him by her side, she believed that somehow, she could handle this. Wiping her tears, she leaned against him one last time, taking in his strength as she readied herself for the battle ahead.
Turning back, she saw Amir still cradling Soha as if letting her go would shatter him entirely. His shoulders shook as he whispered soft reassurances to her, his words filled with love and anguish.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured. "Main tumhare saath hoon... hamesha."
Aarzoo knelt beside them, placing a gentle hand on Amir's arm.
"Amir, she'll be okay," she said softly, her voice filled with determination. "Hum sab uske saath hain."
Amir nodded weakly, his tear-streaked face etched with a mix of grief and fierce protectiveness. He leaned back slightly, adjusting Soha in his arms so she could rest more comfortably against him. As Aarzoo and Abeer exchanged a glance, they silently vowed to do everything in their power to protect the two broken souls before them.
The faint hum of hospital machinery filled the heavy air as Arushi and Mezaan rushed inside, their faces pale and stricken with fear. Mezaan had tracked the location of the car, but nothing could have prepared them for the gravity of the situation they were about to face.
Arushi's steps faltered as she entered the central hallway, catching sight of Amir sitting in the waiting area, his head buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking. Her heart sank further when she saw Aarzoo quietly sobbing in Alishba's arms nearby. Amir's closest uncle, Asad, stood nearby, discussing something with a group of doctors.
Arushi's voice trembled as she approached, leaning on Mezaan for support. "Amir... kya kaha unhone? Kya ho raha hai?" she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of fear.
Amir raised his tear-streaked face, his eyes hollow with pain. "Mama aur Mami ki condition critical hai... aur Saif bhai coma mein hain," he said hoarsely, his voice barely audible. He choked back a sob, but his words spilled out. "Mahnoor... woh behosh thi lekin ab theek hai. Aur Soha... Soha ko injection diya kyunki woh toot rahi thi." His tears flowed freely now, and Arhaan stepped forward to hug him, offering silent support.
Asad interjected gently, his voice calm but commanding. "Amir beta, main Ahmed sahab aur Bhabhi ki reports dekhne ja raha hoon. Tum log please Arushi Bhabhi ko sambhalo. Yeh small hospital hai, but if we request, they might transfer the case to our team."
Amir nodded, wiping his tears. "Khalu, bas mujhe yeh chahiye ki Mama, Mami, aur Saif theek ho jayein. Nahi toh... main apni zindagi ke sabse zaroori logon ko kho doonga—Mumma, Soha aur Mahnoor." His voice broke again, and he turned to Arhaan, who held him tightly.
At that moment, Arushi and Mezaan reached him fully. Arushi's trembling steps halted as Asad's words about the critical condition of Ahmed and Aisha replayed in her mind. Her face froze, and she stumbled.
"Bhai... critical condition mein hain? Aur... aur Bhabhi bhi?" Her voice rose into a terrified cry, and her legs gave out beneath her. Mezaan barely caught her as she sank to the floor, her hands clutching her chest as sobs wracked her body.
"Nahi... yeh nahi ho sakta... mere bhai aur bhabhi... unhe kuch nahi ho sakta..." she wept, her entire body trembling. "Mujhe kuch karna hoga..."
Amir and Aarzoo were at her side in an instant, wrapping their arms around her. "mumma... please, sambhal jao," Amir said softly, his voice filled with desperation. "Aap strong ho... abhi sabko aapki zarurat hai. Soha ko sambhalna hai. Hum sab theek karenge, I promise."
Aarzoo, too, clung to her mother, sobbing quietly. "Mama aur Mami theek ho jayengi, mumma. Hum unhe kuch nahi hone denge."
Asad, meanwhile, had disappeared to speak with the doctors. Hours passed slowly, the weight of uncertainty crushing everyone in the hospital waiting room. By 5 a.m., the situation remained critical. Ahmed's surgery had been ongoing for three hours with no updates. Aisha's surgery was delayed because she wasn't stable enough, the truck collision having left her with severe internal injuries.
When Aisha finally regained consciousness, Soha stirred awake as well. Her pale, tear-streaked face betrayed the toll the night had taken on her. Against Amir's protests, she walked unsteadily toward the doctors' room, her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world was on her.
The nurse tried to stop her. "Ma'am, please, you can't go in there."
But Soha wasn't listening. She pushed open the door to find Amir sitting with Asad. Without looking at Amir, she slumped into the chair beside him, her voice hollow and devoid of emotion. "Uncle... Mumma ki tabiyat kaisi hai? Koi update hai Papa aur Bhai ka?"
Asad hesitated before responding, his voice carefully measured. "Beta, Ahmed Sahab ki surgery abhi chal rahi hai. Unki condition critical hai, lekin humari team best efforts kar rahi hai. Bhabhi ki surgery abhi start hone mein time hai... unki condition abhi unstable thi, lekin woh hosh mein hain. Main doctors se baat karke aapko unse milne ki permission dilwa deta hoon."
Soha's lips trembled, but she nodded. "Aur Bhai? Kya woh theek hoga?"
Asad's expression darkened slightly. "Beta, Saif ki condition ka kuch kehna mushkil hai. Coma ka case unpredictable hota hai. Woh 10 minute mein uth sakte hain... ya phir ek saal, ya zyada. Hum apna best kar rahe hain, but bas dua karte raho."
The words crushed her, but Soha nodded numbly and left the room. Amir followed, his hand gripping her shoulder as they entered Aisha's room together.
Aisha lay on the bed, her face pale but lighting up with a weak smile when her eyes met Soha's. "Soha..." she whispered.
"Mumma..." Soha ran to her side, falling to her knees as she clutched her mother's frail hand. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Mumma, aapko kuch nahi hoga... main aapke bina nahi reh sakti..."
Aisha smiled weakly, stroking Soha's hair. "Bacha, ro mat. Mujhe pata hai... mera waqt kam hai. Shayad... shayad main tumhare saath na reh paun..."
"No!" Soha cried, shaking her head. "Aap aisa mat bolo... aap yahan se nahi jaa rahi..."
"Bacha," Aisha said softly, clutching her hand tightly. "Meri ek wish poori kar do... uske baad mujhe chain milega."
Soha wiped her tears, trying to smile for her mother's sake. "Aap kuch bhi kaho, Mumma. Main karungi."
Aisha's voice trembled. "Mujhe tumhari aur Amir ki shaadi dekhni hai. Yeh mera sapna tha..."
Soha froze, her hand slipping from her mother's grasp as shock washed over her. "Mumma..."
" Arushi Di Please aapko toh pata hai ... just think this as my Last wish i want tjem to get married " Arushi looked towards amir soha left thr room in shocked state Amir was going behind her but AARZOO stopped and amir went towards Aishah and sat down and held her hand .
" Beta Kya tum soha se shaadi karoge ?" aishah and Arushi asked .
" Mein apki soha ke liye Jaan bhi desakta hoon agar is she asks me ... aap samjho mere taraf se haan hai ... i will ask soha aswell don't worry but if she disagrees i won't marry her right now but someday in future " Amir said placing a small kiss on her mami's hand .
Soha's gaze lingered on him as she heard what he said before she went out .
" bhabhi i would love to have soha as my daughter in law mein usse meri mahnoor aur aarzoo se badh kar pyaar dungi i promise we will love protect and respect her decision, Orders and everything " arushi said holding her bhabhi's hand .
Amir Rushed out and to meet with a distressed Soha .
" Soha .." before he could say something else she responded back saying.
" Amir Ill marry you ... mama ne zindagi mein pelhi baar kuch pucha hai .. ill marry you "
" listen don't take a decision so quickly relax and Take in everything and then decide "
" unke pass utnna time nahi hai Amir or wait ... you don't want to cuz of alina ?" She asked
" What no Mein already haan boldiya hai andar i came here to ask you " she felt a relief but also abit angry annoyed and scared.
" Im ready ill marry you right here right now "
Saying this both walked inside the Room of Aishah hand in hand seeing this aishah was happy super happy. She nodded slowly. "Main shaadi karungi, Mumma... yeh aapka sapna hai. Main mana nahi kar sakti."
Moments later, Qazi Sahab was summoned, and the ceremony began quietly in the hospital room. Arushi, with trembling hands, draped her shawl over Soha's head like a bridal veil. Abeer, Asad, Arhaan and Mezaan stood solemnly by, witnessing the quiet union. Soha's heart pounded in her chest as Amir's steady presence grounded her.
The hospital room was filled with quiet murmurs and the soft beeping of monitors. The air was thick with emotions—a mix of fear, love, and hope. The Qazi Sahab sat with a Quran in his hand, ready to perform the Nikah. The dim light reflected on the solemn faces gathered around, with everyone silently praying for strength.
Soha sat beside her mother, Aisha, who lay weakly on the hospital bed, her smile barely masking the pain. Arushi lovingly draped a red shawl over Soha's head, turning her into a beautiful bride in her pale attire. Amir sat across from her, adjusting his white kurta nervously, his eyes fixed on her, filled with a quiet resolve.
The Qazi began, his voice calm yet commanding.
"Soha Ahmed bint-e-Adam Ahmed, kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
Soha's heart raced as she looked down at her trembling hands. Her eyes darted to her mother, who gave her a faint nod of encouragement, and then to Amir, whose gaze silently reassured her. With a deep breath, she answered softly but firmly:
"Qu....bool... hai...."
"kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
"Qu....bool... hai...."
"kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
"Qu....bool... hai...."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. The Qazi then turned to Amir, who sat upright, his shoulders tense.
"Amir Khalid bin Mezaan Khalid, kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
Amir's jaw clenched for a moment as he glanced at his father, Mezaan, who gave him a rare approving nod. His eyes then found Soha, and they softened. His voice, steady and filled with emotion, rang clear:
"Qubool hai..."
", kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
"Qubool... hai...."
", kya aap ko yeh Nikah qubool hai?"
"Qubool... hai...."
The Qazi smiled and announced, "Aapka Nikah, Soha Ahmed bint-e-Adam Ahmed aur Amir Khalid bin Mezaan Khalid ke darmiyan, Quran aur Sunnat ke mutabiq, 2,00,00,000 ka haq mehr par ada kiya jata hai. beta aaj se aap
MRS. SOHA AMIR KHALID Mubarak ho !"
Tears rolled down Arushi's cheeks as she hugged Aarzoo, both overwhelmed by the moment. Mezaan Khalid placed a firm hand on Amir's shoulder, a rare but deeply heartfelt gesture of pride. Abeer, standing by the doorway, offered a silent prayer of gratitude for the couple.
Amir turned to Soha, his voice low but tender as he spoke to her for the first time as her husband.
"Soha, ab tum meri zindagi ka hissa ho. Tumhare bina kuch bhi adhoora lagta hai. Main tumhare saath hamesha khada rahunga, tumhe protect karunga aur khush rakhoonga. Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bada waada hai."
Soha's lips quivered as she wiped her tears, whispering back, "Aur main bhi, Amir. Main kabhi aapka saath nahi chhodungi. Mere liye yeh sirf ek farz nahi, yeh ek naya safar hai... ."
Aisha, from her bed, smiled through her tears. Her trembling voice broke the silence:
"Mubarak Ho Bacha Aaj Se aap Bangaye ho
MRS . SOHA AMIR KHALID ... meri bachi ka khayal rakhna Amir " she said as her breath fastness They quickly call nurse and Soha Breaks down seeing her mum's breathing getting worse every second.
" Humhe Urgently Surgery Karna hoga Aap log Jake form Tayar Kigeye "the Nurse Said Kicking them out .
The room filled with the heartfelt murmurs of prayers and blessings. As Soha's father, Adam Ahmed, fought for his life in surgery, and Soha's mum was getting ready to fight for with her death while her Brother was lying lifelessly ,
this Nikah became a beacon of hope for the family—a reminder that love and unity can emerge even in the darkest of moments.
All Soha Could Remember was how In the end, Aisha smiled, her face filled with peace as her last wish was fulfilled.
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