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Next day ... Arsal enter in the samra room ...

" What are you doing here " samra asked because usually he was outside at this time .

" Yr actually ... I was invited Aliya tonight for dinner ... " Arsal said making a face and samra was shocked ...

" Are you in your senses ... You knew how much Bree baba will angry on this .... If you introduced her as your girlfriend" samra said in shocked in shouted manner .

" Oooo dafer.... Slow your volume pleasee ... Otherwise he will knew right now " arsal said putting his hand on her mouth .. and she slap on his hand ... He quickly remove his hand ...

" Arsal .... Now what will we do ... They all was Soo angry on you still ... You invited her " samra said in worry ..

That's why I am here ...now tell me ... What I do " arsal asked sitting on the bed properly .

" Ok ... I will make the arrangements... And told to brii Ami that ... Aliya Is my friend .. I mean ... She is our uni friend .. and that you liked her ... " Samra said seriously

" Are you mad ... Mom will killed me " arsal said in fear

" Nooo ... That not going to happen arsal ... I will convince her .... Pleasee ... If you you have courage to take that step then .. you should have to face the conquence " samra said seriously and ahad nodded .

" Ok I will try ... " Arsal said and went outside

At evening samra was sit in the lounge and arsal came

" Are you still there .. goo and get ready ...Aliya will be reached at any moment " arsal asked looking at her and then sit on the sofa with her .

" Because she is your guest ..not mine .. and I am not interested in your Soo cold girlfriend " samra said with hurt .

" Come on .... You promised me that ... K you will not take that all talk between us .. " arsal said in warning tone .

" Arsal ... Pleasee ... I have a headache... I am going in my room .. when your friend came .. inform to all of them .. " samra said and went to her room ...

At night, Aliya came for dinner, and they were all sitting at the table. As usual, Arsal sat with Samra. Samra was just playing with her food, and Arsal noticed this. Bena was talking with Aliya.

"Arsal, beta, Aliya is your guest... keep her company," Bena said.

"Mom, she's talking with everyone... don't worry," he said and looked at Samra.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Nothing... talk to Aliya, not me. She's the one who's your life partner," Samra said quietly.

"But I want to talk to my partner in crime," Arsal said and took a bite from her plate. She glared at him but didn't react. She was about to grab the bowl when Arsal took it.

"You want this... I'll give it to you," he said.

"Arsal, don't irritate me," she said because he was eating from her plate. She slapped his hand, but Arsal continued to eat. After dinner, Aliya and Arsal sat in the lounge with the family. Samra went to her room because she was hurt seeing them together.

"Mom, look, Samra left again," Arsal said like a child.

"Arsal, sometimes you should leave her alone... she's not feeling well," Bena said, and he pouted.

"Wait, I'll check," Arsal said and went to her room... Samra was sitting on the bed, crying and hiding her face in the pillow.

"Samra, are you still thinking about the same thing?" he asked, and she looked at him.

"Arsal... why can't you see my love for you?... I keep hurting my self-respect by waiting for you... please don't treat me like this," Samra said, crying.

"Samra... it's enough... I'll talk to dad about divorce today," Arsal said.

"Arsal, please... listen to me... you... you can't do this to me... Arsal, please don't divorce me... I'll spend my whole life with your name... please don't divorce me," she pleaded, crying.

"Samra, look, you are very important to me... but I have never seen you like this before... please control your emotions," Arsal said and left.

"What happened? She didn't come out, did she?" Bena asked.

"She... she felt sleepy, so I didn't disturb her... Aliya, shall I drop you home?" Arsal said, and she nodded.

They sat in the car.

"Arsal, before you go to London, talk to your mom and dad about me... I don't know why, but I feel like someone wants to separate us," Aliya said.

"Hmm," he just hummed, thinking about Samra's behavior. He dropped Aliya off at her home and went to Ali's home. He sat on the sofa, holding his head.

"What happened?" Ali asked.

"Samra... I don't know why, but she's gone mad... seriously... she said she loves me and wants to give this marriage a chance," Arsal said in frustration.

"Arsal... I think you've gone crazy... she really loves you... in fact, you love her too," Ali said.

"What nonsense are you talking? There's nothing like that," Arsal said.

"There is... you keep your girlfriend, Aliya, against her will... if she doesn't talk to you for 2 minutes, you get upset... you count every second... your girlfriend who is going to be your wife... if she says something about Samra, you get angry... " Ali said.

"All this is because I consider her my best friend, and she's attributing her attraction and obsession to love... and since this marriage happened, she's planted it in her mind," Arsal said.

"Your mind is messed up... a girl... who the whole world revolves around you... who can do anything for you... you're hurting her, Arsal... you'll regret it a lot," Ali said.

"This can't be happening... I know my goal, and she knows it too. I'm flying to London in a week... leaving all this behind. I love Aliya, and she's with me, she'll support me... not like you and Samra," Arsal exclaimed angrily.

"Okay, just answer me this... if you had to choose between Aliya and Samra, who would you choose?" Ali asked.

"Of course, Samra," Arsal responded without hesitation, and Ali smiled knowingly.

"Now, think carefully about your question," Ali advised, and Arsal looked at him with wide eyes.

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"You're all going crazy... she's my best friend, you don't understand her like I do," Arsal declared before storming out of the house. Arriving home, he noticed Samra's room light on. Ali's words and his own response echoed in his mind, causing him to pause before entering his room.

"What was I doing? She'll think I care for her like that again, and then she'll get her hopes up," Arsal muttered to himself, retreating to his room. Sleep eluded him that night, his mind consumed by conflicting emotions.

The next day, Arsal avoided talking to Samra, his frustration mounting as the day progressed.

"I need to talk to Samra... I can't go on like this," Arsal finally said, making his way to her room. Finding her sitting on the prayer mat, tears streaming down her face, he sat beside her, concern etched on his face.

"What are you praying for, that's making tears stream from your eyes?" he asked softly as she opened her eyes.

"I was praying for Allah to guide us to the right relationships at the right time," she replied, settling onto the bed.

"Samra... just forget about all this," he said dismissively, but she smiled through her pain.

"Is it that easy to forget? Fine, let's say you could forget about Aliya... can you forget about her?" she challenged.

"What's the big deal... I'll forget about her. And if you want, I'll leave her too. But let's not talk about this again. If you promise me that, then I'll forget," Arsal replied calmly, and she smiled.

"You can forget... because you don't love her. If you did, you'd be sitting here praying for her like I am," she said softly.

"Why did you come here if you're going to bring up old things?" Arsal said, attempting to change the subject.

"Shame on you, Samm," Arsal said, and then they started talking about trivial matters.

The next day, everyone was gathered at the dining table when Arsal drew everyone's attention.

"I want to talk to all of you," Arsal said.

"Okay, go ahead," Ahmad said.

"Baba... I want to go to Aliya's house and propose to her," Arsal said, and Ahmad Sahab looked at him, tears welling up in Samra's eyes.

"Your mind is messed up," Ahmad Sahab roared.

"Why is there anything wrong with it... I think Aliya is nice. But Beta, I thought you liked Samra," Bena Begum intervened.

"Why does everyone think I like Samra... we're just friends!" Arsal shouted.

"Excuse me," Samra ran to her room.

"Your mind is messed up," Ahmad Sahab repeated.

"Your mind is messed up... Samra is in your nikah," Ahmad Sahab exclaimed in anger, leaving Amir and Bena in shock.

"What are you saying, Bhai Sahab?" Amir asked, taken aback.

"Yes... when Sinan and Haya's marriage was fixed, so was theirs... I thought it was just a formality since they would finish their studies and settle down easily. Besides, it was our wish too," Ahmad explained.

"I don't want to marry Samra," Arsal said angrily.

"She is already in your nikah," Ahmad retorted angrily.

"I will marry Aliya only... otherwise, I'll leave home," Arsal declared in anger.

"Arsal... I am arranging a small function in four days to announce your marriage to both of you... and this is my final decision. Marriage is not a joke... and Samra... I won't let this injustice happen to her, understand?" Ahmad said sternly.

"You will force your son into this," Arsal said and stormed out.

Samra heard everything as they were shouting loudly.

"Arsal... I didn't know you could be like this... but it's not entirely your fault... I'm the one who fell in love... not you... so why should you be forced into this relationship... I'll talk to everyone," Samra said through tears.

"Ahmad... what's happening... I don't understand... I thought Arsal liked Samra," Bena said.

"I don't know... I also thought so... but now, I'm not so sure from his actions," Ahmad Sahab replied.

"Samra... has anyone asked her about this?" Ahmad asked, and Bena Bagum looked down.

"I've asked Samra so many times," Bena said.

Flashback...

Samra was sitting on the sofa when Bena Bagum approached.

"What's wrong with my daughter... why are you sitting with a sad face?" Bena Bagum asked lovingly.

"Mum, your son keeps messing with my mind... do you know he went shopping with his girlfriend?" Samra said, making a puzzled face.

"And you didn't go with him... usually, he takes you along," Bena asked.

"That's right... Mum... I'm really scared... that his girlfriend will take him away from me," Samra said, and when she realized what she said, she blushed and looked at Bena, who was smiling.

"Samra... dear... tell me something honestly," Bena asked.

"Are you in love with Arsal?" Mona asked, and Samra blushed furiously, lowering her gaze.

"Well, Mum... I... I... umm..." she stuttered, turning red.

"Samra... my daughter... I am so happy," Bena kissed her on the forehead, and Samra ran away, colliding with Arsal.

"Hey, troublemaker... why are you planning to attack me... and why are you blushing like a tomato?" Arsal asked, and she pushed him away, running to her room.

Flashback ends