“O believers treat women with kindness even if you dislike them; it is quite possible that you dislike something which Allah might yet make a source of abundant good (An Nisa 4:19).

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"Why can't he love me?" She asked to no one in particular staring in the air as a tear made its way down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away feeling pathetic to cry over someone who doesn't even spare her a glance.

"If Allah wants both of you together he will move both of your hearts. And if he isn't meant to be yours than get ready to get better than him." Farah, her only friend whispered sitting beside her and rubbing her arm in order to console her.

"Who can be better than the best Farah?" Her innocent question pierced through her heart seeing her in this condition as she laid down her head on her shoulder. A shoulder, only some lucky people gets it to cry on while everyone needs it.

"You know what? I am done with this pathetic thing called love!" She pulled away and said with determination wiping her tears harshly. "If he can't see my love than it is his lost, he will lose the person who loved him to death and I won't even lose anything because he doesn't even…" she took a deep breath. "I won't cry over him anymore." Farah smiled sadly at her, proudness lining her eyes with a hint of remorse.

"Thats like my girl." She pinched her cheek making her slap her hand away but hugged her closer thanking her silently for being the shoulder she needed to cry on.

They were sitting on grass at the back side of their college consoling each other and letting their heart out. Cause both of their conditions were literally the same. And they have only each other to let all of their thoughts out. Everyone in their college knew "Rida Hussain" and "Farah Aziz" were soul sisters. If someone disturbed one of them, he/she would get bonus reaction from the other.

"Tum mera chodo ye batao Subhan ne kuch kiya nahi bohot dino se?" Rida asked referring to their Senior, who probably had some issues with them, precisely Farah and won't leave a single chance to annoy her.

"Yaaaar..." Farah closed her eyes making a face. "Sara mood kharab kar diya." She scrunched her nose in annoyance making Rida laugh.

"Chalo chodo...aj koi faltu logo ki baat nahi." She said still laughing at her best friend or sister.

"Tum baaz ajao apni harkato se. Warna kal ko maine tumhare sar par surgery ki practice karni hai." Farah gritted her teeth in annoyance.

"Haa...fir maine tumhe raat ko akar darana hai white coat me." She laughed out loud at her own wild imagination earning a glare on her side face but she cared less.

"Isse pehle mai tumhara ilaaj yahi start kardu chalti bano. Warna Sir Abrar ne ham dono ka ilaaj kardena hai." Saying she herself got up and looked down at Rida annoyed when she stretched her both hands towards her, asking her to help her get up.

She looked at her for a minute but sighed nevertheless and helped her get up, making their way inside the college where bodies and skulls were awaiting their presence.

Farah was Rida's phupu's daughter. Farah's parents lived abroad, but due to her studies Farah lived at her Mamu's house. Farah was more like Rida's sister than her own sister, Rozina. They had a fine five years gap but due to Rida's medical studies and Rozina's early age marriage they weren't close. But...they looked alike, so much that people confuse them as twins. Farah and Rida both were doing their Masters in Surgery. While Rida had an aim to do specialization in cardiology whike Farah was already fed up of doing Masters and intend to stop her education after it.

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"Assalamualaikum!" They said simultaenuosly entering the lounge and was surprised to see Rozina sitting their with her two years old daughter and their mother.

"Waleakumassalam." They replied and continued with theri conversation ignoring both of them while Asmara, her neice came running to her.

"Khaalaaaa..." Rida bent down on her knees engulfing her soft and small body in a hug.

"Khala ki jaan." She cooed at the little angel, pinching her nose.

"Asmara...ye khala nahi dikhti tumhe...jao mai naraz hu tumse." Farah made a crying face looking at the Khala-bhanji moment.

"Aleeee..." a troubled look passed her face before she stepped forward and kissed Farah's cheek in order to make it up to her and Farah caught her tickled making her laugh out loud.

"Kaisi hai ap aapi?" She asked sitting on the couch opposite to them.

"Mai thik hu. Tum batao? Parhai kaisi jaa rahi hai?" Rozina turned towards her smiling a little.

"Thik jaa rahi hai...bas thak jaati hu thoda." Rida stretched herself tiredly when a yawn escaped her lips.

"Ab parhayi warai bas karo. Bas jald hi shadi karni hai maine iski." Her mother said for the first time since she entered the lounge.

She said nothing. Knowing it won't effect a bit. Her mother was a dominating women. She only knew how to give orders, and if no one listened to her, their she comes up with consequences.

Entering her room, she saw Asmara sitting on her bed comfortably while playing game on Farah's mobile. From the sound of shower she knew Farah was inside.

Skipping away the thought of having a shower she, discarded her hijab and bag and slumped down on her bed tiredly.

It was after dinner when she decided to get her college's work done, Rozina stepped in her room. She smiled seeing her daughter sprawled on her Khala's bed.

"Ammi chahti hai mai tumse baat karu shadi ki silsile me." Taking a sit on the couch beside the study table she initiated the conversation.

"Mujhe abhi shadi nahi karni. Jaakar kehde Ammi ko." Playing with her pen's cap she gritted out.

"Ye kya baat hui Rida? Kabhi na kabhi to karni hai na Shadi?" Ignoring her rude tone she continued.

"Ap mere maslo me na bole Rozina Aapi. Mai jab chahungi tab karlungi shadi. Filhal mujhe apni studies par dhyan dena hai." Spatting out furiously she closed her book not wanting to study anymore.

"Koi hai tumhare nazar me?" Killing her self respect in front of her younger sister she yet again asked earning a glare from her.

"Kya matlab hai apka is baat se?" Rida folded her hands on her chest cause she knew that her sister was sitting in front of her but she was speaking the language of her mother.

"Koi pasand hai tumhe?" Rozina couldn't meet her furious and accusing gaze while asking. "Agar nahi...to Ammi chah rahi hai tumhara rishta Sikander se..."

"Apna jumla mukammal mat karna aapi." Slamming her hand on the table she stood up furiously. "Ye Ammi ne kaha hai na?" Stating rather than asking she stormed out off the room with her sister hot on tail screaming for her to stop.

But Rida didn't listened her cries. She was beyond furious. Was she a foot ball? That whenever anyone pleases they kick her where ever they want? She had had enough.

Slamming her parent's room's door she glared at her Mother. Mother? Did she even know what is a Mother?

They both startled at her sudden appearance.

"Mujhe abhi shadi nahi karni hai. Behtar hoga ap apne rishte apne paas rakhe. Mai jab chahungi jisse chahungi shadi kar lungi. Apko mere piche thakne ki zarurat nahi hai...ap..." before she could utter anything more a loud sound resonated in the room. Sound of flesh slamming on flesh. Sound of the slap she recieved fron her own father.

Rozina gasped behind her.

Rida although didn't budged from her place. She was now used to it.

"Aisi aulaad hone se behtar tha ham beaulaad hote." Saying Hussain Sahab grabbed the belt kept on the dressing table and gave her a strike making her flinch but she still didn't moved from her place, followed by another, than another, than another. Until he himself was tired of hitting her.

"Kaash! Kaash ap beaulaad hote!" Rida barely whispered before turning around. Ignoring the tear stained face of Rozina she ran back to her room.

Rozina felt guilt seeping in her whole body. Without meeting her parent's gaze she turned back and closed the door behind her.

That was the difference between her and Rida. She surrendered herself to her parent's demands long ago. But Rida didn't, she knew to stand up for herself. Even if it meant to bear this daily beatings. That was also the reason why she was married even before completing her education. She didn't argued back than, just nodding her head at her father when he told her she was getting married next week. But...Rozina was glad that she did, Numan was all she could ask for in her better half. The fear of getting someone like her father faded when she stepped in her own house after her wedding.

She had heard many girls wanting someone like their father for their better half. But neither she nor Rida ever wished for something even close to it.

Sikander Aziz was elder brother of Farah and was living with his parents in Canada. A true gentelmen, if anyone would describe him. But for Rida, he was like an elder brother while he too consider Rida and Farah as equals. Marrying him was an off topic for Rida, and Rozina knew it. But because of her Mother's constant nagging she was compelled.

Only a day of visiting her "wonderful" family and she was already exhaust. Note the sarcasm. Not bothering by bringing her daughter back to her room she fell asleep knowing, Rida and Farah could entertain her for a night.

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Rida sat on the carpeted floor leaning on her bed and facing the balcony, which was able to provide just right amount of light to enter her dark room through the street light just across the road.

She sighed, pain swallowing her whole existence like fire. But this wasn't first time nor it was last. She thought it will lessen due to her growing age and her parents will be slightly ashamed for beating a grown up daughter, but well...dreams never come true.

Getting beaten up to get what she want was like a routine for her now. From shifting her admission in Private school to getting her admission done in MS...she remembered signing off each form with trembling hands. Trembling hands not because of nervousness or excitement, but because of pain!

Pain of getting beaten up. Pain of getting ignored. Pain of wanting her father to fill in every detail instead of her. Pain of wanting her parents to smile at her with pride.

But nothing changed. Neither pain, nor her parents.

Sometimes she thank Allah that Rozina got married and stepped out of this hell hole. Otherwise she would too have been going through this.

The difference between both of them was, Rozina would kill her dreams and surrender herself to their parents. While Rida would get herself kill and surrender herself to her dreams.

She startled with the sudden ringing of her phone and ran to grab it from her study table only to get shock at the displaying caller id. Contemplating for a minute of whether to pick it up or not, she finally slid the green signal and said her salam.

"Rida...Shifa has gone in labour pain. I am taking her to hospital. Tum call karke arrangement karwa sakti ho?" She took a minute to process his words and when she did she came to action immediately.

"Ji...ji...mai karti hu." Saying she cut the call and immediately dialled hospital number followed by Shifa's gynecologist.

Informing Farah and leaving her with Asmara she picked up her car keys and dashed out.

As soon as she reached the hospital, Shifa was already on stretcher and was getting dragged by nurses towards the operation threater.

Quickly wearing her scrub she met her Mamu's family outside the operation theater.

"Rida? Tum rahogi na andar?" Her Mami asked with teary voice. Seeing her child in pain was too much for her.

"Ap fikar na kare Mami. Bas dua kare." Saying hurriedly she ran inside without glancing at anyone else.

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It was two hours later when a cry resonated in the empty corridoor of the hospital making them jolt in their position.

After a while, Rida came outside with the baby in her hands wrapped securely in white blanket. She had a teary smile on her exhausted face as she looked up to all of them.

"Beti hui hai." She barely whispered when all of them broke into cheers huddling around her in happiness and looking at the baby.

Riyaz came forward and gave azan in her ear, while she held the baby securely.

Peace erupted in her heart hearing his beautiful voice.

"Shifa kaisi hai?" Finishing off the Azan he looked at her still bent down towards the baby making her heart to beat crazily.

"Wo thik hai. Kuch der me hosh ajayega. Mami?" She stepped towards her Mami after answering him not wanting to be that close to him more than needed.

"Mai aati hu." Handing the baby to her Mami, she wiped her tears and scurried away from their without knowing where she was going.

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♡Author's note♡

Assalamualaikum beautiful Readers🤗

Its been a long since I updated.

Where is Riyaz and Rida's Fam? Here is the first chapter of Rida and Riyaz.

Do comment and say how was it?

P.s. Updates won't be as frequent from now on, but I will try my best.

Until next time,
Love,
Nabiha🤎