Chapter 12


    Chapter Twelve


    "Deary! She is already in pressure, and she doesn''t want to celebrate anything without her family. Try


    to understand love." Yasmin softly tells her daughter, who visibly looked upset due to Mushk''s behavior.


    An understanding look passes on her face.


    "But mom, aren''t we her family?" Yasmin shakes her head at her stupid daughter.


    "Of course we are, but the thing of real blood family is very different." She tells Hana, hitting her head


    slightly.


    Hana pouts at her mother and sulkily sits there, Yasmin only smiles at her and leaves the room.


    Mushkes out of the washroom only to see Hana still sitting there. From what Mushk could see, she


    knew her behavior hurt this poor girl who only wanted to celebrate.Hana looks up hearing the


    washroom door shut.


    "I..I was just…going to..go” Stuttering in between, Hana stands up.


    Mushk felt bad for scaring her. Silently cursing herself, she goes towards her and makes her sit on the


    bed.


    "I''m sorry, its just that I didn''t imagine all of this to happen. My world turned upside down just in few


    hours and I don''t even know whats happening. My mind is all jumbled up." Mushk softly tells her.


    Understanding her plight, Hana smiles at her, side hugging.


    "That was insensitive of me. I''m sorry." Hana tells her, who just shake her head at her, smiling.


    "You can apply henna to me" As soon as the words were out of Mushk''s mouth, Hana''s eyes lit up like


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    she got her favorite candy.


    Smiling at the lively girl in front of her, she looks down at her hands which were on a pillow, on which


    the beautiful yetplicated designs were being drawn.


    ~~


    Next day, the house was deadly silent, except for few gurgles from Murtaza, who kept smiling at Irtaza


    for some reason, maybe because he resemble his father bit.


    It didn''t look like a wedding was about to happen in few hours there, the atmosphere was gloomy and


    the weather outside had turned sour.


    Low thunder could be heard, as if they were trying to warn Mushk to stop the uing storm. But what


    can a mere storm do when the creator of all creations already wrote her fate.


    Mushk looked at her palm and no, they weren''t the deepest shade of red. The saffron color on her


    palms scared her a bit. She was anxious at what this color meant, because like many other, she too


    believed in the myth, which was very famous.


    All the things were warning her, first the weather and then her henna, but the greatest of all wanted it to


    happen and it will happen.


    She was silently sitting in the living room, having nothing to do she just kept her eyes on the boys who


    were ying on the floor, and Ibrahim for the first time opened up to Mujtaba, though he was more


    fascinated by the baby in his fathers arms.