They continued to eat in silence and Haya asked answer question, which she wanted to ask for a long time
"Abrar..." trailing off sceptically she continued, "you didn't believe your Chachi... Did you?"
He coughed unevenly as soon as she asked him that, "what type of crazy question is that? Of course, I don't believe her." Haya's eyes teared up as she heard how sincere he sounded.

A huge relief hits her heart knowing that he trusted her. Abrar gulped a glass of water as he continued, "she's a sick woman, Hayat. Don't take her words to your mind." Abrar held her hands as he gave a little squeeze to it, she gave him a blank stare.
"I know you must wonder why are still tolerating her even after all of this?" she nodded her head curiously as he continued, "it happened eighteen years ago."
A drop of tear rolled down his cheeks as he recollected that memory, "I had an elder brother... I know it must be a shock. But it's true, I had an elder brother... His name was Balaj and he was very close to me and Ayaan. Even though he was chachi's son, we behaved as if we were biological brothers. Sometimes we all forget that he was chachi's son. My parents and everyone else pampered him as their own son. He was the firstborn child after all. My father loved him more than he loved us, me and my twin I mean."
Haya had her mouth agape as she heard his narration. This was so freaking shocking, no jokes.
"And just like this year, Imran Sheikh wanted to compete in the elections that year too. He lost it as expected and his ego couldn't accept that. He wanted revenge. Fucking revenge. He killed my brother for a fucking revenge." Abrar banged his fists on the table as he recollected that memory that happened just in front of his eyes.
"What?" Haya couldn't believe her ears. Was Imran Sheik that sick? Disgusting is all she could feel right now.

"Bano Chachi was a mess for days. She lost her son, who was obviously close to her and his loss took a toll on her." Abrar sighed. Haya still couldn't understand what had to do with Bano's crazy behaviour towards her or Abrar.
"But why does she hate you?" she asked it aloud. He gave her a bitter smile, his eyes bloodshot red.
"It was supposed to me, Balaj died to save my life..." she gasped at this. Everything was too much for her to process. No way in hell did she expect all of this to happen.
"You always ask why is that lake so dangerous, right? Because well, he died there. It should have been me. But he took that bullet for me. Chachi was too heartbroken to lose him, she didn't have Meruza at that time and his loss affected her mind a lot."

"She blamed me for his death. Wishing that I died instead. She started taking out her anger by hurting me all the time. She found happiness in my pain. And I didn't mind it. I understood where she was coming from. So, I let her do whatever she wanted to do." Abrar sighed.
"I was responsible for his death after all." Haya shook her head in disbelief.
"Stop blaming yourself."
"But."
"You're not responsible for his death, Abrar. Your Chachi needs help, whatever you say. If she finds happiness in your pain, I'm sorry to say she needs to get herself checked. You guys shouldn't have let her do anything for this long." Haya muttered in a tone of disbelief. She could understand Abrar's pain like it's her own. It must be really hard for him to be blamed for someone's death. That was so horrible. No one deserved that.
"I know... But I sometimes feel what did I ever do to deserve you as my wife? You're too good for me. I mean, we are poles apart... I'm nothing but danger. I cost you your life once. That kidnapping still haunts me like crazy. What if that Imran bastard killed you or something? With me, you should always be alert for your life. I don't know which enemy will haunt us at what time...You deserve someone better, someone, who could keep you safe. I sometimes think... I don't deserve you at all and that I should let you go." Abrar confessed his insecurities one by one and Haya was an emotional mess from within, she might burst out crying any moment.
"But I love you too much to let you go." Abrar controlled his tears as she saw her glare at him. They did not bother that they were in a public restaurant or the fact that their dessert was melting.
"Then don't let go." Haya snapped at him angrily, not even realizing that he has actually confessed his true feelings for her. She was too angry at whatever bullshit he spoke sometimes ago.
"Don't you dare." She added with a glare, just the thought of him leaving her has weirdly twisted her heart and she couldn't stand that even for a minute.
"Would never dream of it." Abrar smiled as he saw her angry face. His heart skipped a beat knowing how angry she is at the thought of him leaving her. And he would never let her go either. Not in this lifetime at least. He's too selfish to leave her.
And yes, he was in love with her. He did not know how did that happen but it did and he could swear that it's the best feeling, ever. To love someone with all his heart sounded so crazy but he was crazy. Crazily in love with her.
"Wait a minute. What did you say?" Haya bit her lips in realization, as heat raised to her cheeks.
"That I wouldn't dream of letting you go?" a teasing smile formed on his lips as he very well knew what she wanted to hear. A bit of teasing would ease the situation and he'd gladly do that to cheer her up. She huffed at his response making him smile but later on confused him with her sudden shyness.
"You're so evil. But I love you too." Haya smiled shyly as she watched his eyes go wide in surprise. His reaction was what she'd call priceless.
"I don't know how did that ever happen. But it did, and I don't regret it. Not even one bit. And I'm so glad that I came to that stupid tour and met your bi jaan. And I'm so so glad that we got married." Haya mumbled as she smiled like an idiot. Months ago, she would have laughed at your face if you said to her that she'll fall in love with Abrar. But now, she really was in love with him. The crazy kind of love, which makes her heart flutter and her legs float. It was crazy, but it is true.
Abrar was still finding this hard to believe. It felt too good to be true, " you're not joking right?"
"I'm not." a wave of euphoria hits his heart as he heard those words. He did not know when did he fall in love with her, but he did. And it felt so good to have those feelings being reciprocated.
"I love you..." damn, it felt so good to be able to say those words.
"I love you too." and even more good to hear it back.
"I guess the desert is wasted, let's go home then? We will inform Natasha on the way." Abrar smiled as he paid the bill and they both stood up to leave, their faces glowed brightly with happiness. Anyone who'd see them will also feel happy because they were continuously smiling that crazily.
"Home?" She whispered as something dawns upon her.
"You don't want to go?" He raised his brows but she was too lost in her thoughts.
Haya has always wanted a home... She dreamt of it for years... To have that one place where she'd be loved and cherished. Where people would actually care for her, protect her and would miss her if she went anywhere. It took her years to find it, but she was so glad that she has finally found that place.
"What are you thinking, Hayat?" Abrar gazed at her, as they stood outside the restaurant. The street lights in the dark made her face glow beautifully.
"Anywhere you are is my home." Haya blinked away her tears as she gazed at him, his face filled with shock and surprise. Those words are far better than hearing I love you.
Abrar didn't care that they were in front of a restaurant and that people were walking past them, busy driving. All he could see was his wife and the love she held in her eyes, for him. He wanted nothing but to hold her tightly in his embrace and he did just that.
"Say that again?" he demanded like a child as he inhaled her lavender fragrance, Haya melted in his arms as she kissed him near his heart.
Their actions attracted audience, but they were too much in love at that moment to care about any of them.
"Anywhere you are is my home." she closed her eyes in contentment while he pressed his lips against her hair. God, she wished for the earth to stop rotating and live in that moment forever and ever. It was too precious.
Abrar was her home! The one which she always searched for...
"I'm so glad that I married you, Allah... I cannot believe that I'm saying these words." Abrar laughed aloud happily as he broke the hug and she held his arms, feeling shy suddenly. Her cheeks warmed up. They finally did realize that they were in the middle of the busy road and people were passing them curious glances.
"Let's go." Abrar held her hands tightly as he guided her towards where his car was parked, ignoring the audience, who went back to mind their own business.
"To our home." Haya glanced at him sideways and passed him a fond smile, as they walked hand in hand... towards their happily ever after.