Caretaker

Hoor ul Ain, who was dressed in off-white, announce herself in the wide hall as if life has been put into some motionless thing. Her voice shocked everyone sitting in the hall.

The state of Zeeshan Rehmani was worth seeing. He was looking at her unbelievably and with wide eyes. He hardly murmured.

"B...but why Hoor ul Ain....?"

He still was not believing whether he rightly listened to her. When she glares at Shanzal Ali Shah's shocked face and said strongly.

"I have the right to live my life according to my will bhayya, elder aunt has already given consent for my proposal to Faisal, so I can't disappoint her, I believe she will do what is better for me...."

Her words were contradicting her eyes. Zeeshan, Shanzal, and her aunt all were startled by her utter lying. She was not getting why she denied such a dashing man.

"Then..... I..... I am nothing to you, can't I have the right to think of your betterment, will I ever think of something bad for you....?"

Hoor ul Ain's words have hurt him a lot that his hurt feels its heaviness. Shanzal just give a sad look on her simple face and came out of there. But he was really very depressed now.

"You know that I really love you bhayya, after losing papa you are the only one to whom I see and felt alive, after I lost my dignity and respect and people started poisoning with me their words, you were the one whom I put my head on chest and let my tears fall, I don't want anyone favor in my life bhayya, so please..... let me live according to my will, please..."

In a moment her eyes were watery. Zeeshan did his best to not let her take that decision. But after his countless tries, he finally succumbs to her insistence.

Meanwhile, Shanzal tried his best to meet with her for once but she was not getting out of her room no matter what.

Circumstances have taken a huge turn in a short span of time.

That flawless and fragile girl married to Faisal and came to Ahmar Village from Rehmani House in her brother's blessings. Faisal Ahmar, apparently sober-looking, was an aged businessman.

In actuality, he doesn't need a wife but an aaya who can take care of his children.

Thus, he easily gets that caretaker in the form of Hoor ul Ain. She has already forgotten how to laugh and talk. After getting marrying, she breaths as if after remembering.