THE END

Shehryar was watering the plants while Raseeda was staring at him with thoughtful eyes. Just as Sherhzaad appeared in the garden holding Chahat in her arms, Raseedha addressed Shehryar. "Has the thought of marriage never occurred to your mind?" Shehryar gazed at Sherhzaad who stilled at Rasheeda's words but played ignorant as she combed Chahat's hair. He lowered his ashamed gaze. Not know what to answer, he repeated his mantra. "Who would give their daughter's hand in mine? You know my reality. I am gareeb, maskeen, becha-" "Bechara, hn hn." Rasheeda scoffed. "But you had to have girls throwing themselves at you. I mean look at you." She exasperated at his well built, making him stifle a smile. "If I would have met you twenty five years back, I would have kept you for myself." Sherhzaad scrunched her nose, making Chahat copy her mother's expressions. "I would have been four." Shehryar muttered under his breath. "Huh na. Should I search for a beautiful bride for you? I'm your sure you w