chapter 27.

                                    

                                          

Jeene ka tu sahara ,tu hi roshni,kehta hai har sitara, meri tu Chandni, 
Hum juda hojaye aisa mumkin nhi , 
Dhoop ho tum meri , chaao bhi ho tum hi , 
Pass ho toh dur hai , 
Tanhaiyan. 
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Author pov.
Afra's heart felt like it had been pierced by a sharp knife. The reality of her father's betrayal was a harsh truth she couldn't escape. She had always thought of her father as a god, someone who was infallible and just. But now, she saw him for what he truly was - a greedy and treacherous man who had betrayed her mother.
As she thought about her mother, Afra's eyes welled up with tears. The pain and sadness she felt were overwhelming, and she couldn't help but wonder what her mother must have gone through.
Izhaan, sensing her distress, was quick to comfort her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he patted her back in a calm, soothing manner. But despite his outward calm, a tornado was raging inside him. He was consumed by fear and anxiety, knowing that he had to protect Afra at all costs.
" Izhaan, what would have happened to Ammi?" Afra asked, breaking the hug as she looked up at Izhaan with tears-stained eyes. "What if she found out about Baba's betrayal?"
Izhaan's expression was reassuring as he took Afra's hands in his. "You don't have to worry about anything, biwi," he said,"I'll take care of everything. I'll handle Shaheer Jamal and Baqar Jameel. You just leave everything to me."
Izhaan's words were meant to calm Afra, but they also hid a deeper truth. He was determined to protect Afra, no matter what it took. He would stop at nothing to ensure her safety and happiness, even if it meant facing his own demons and confronting the people who threatened their love.
Izhaan's eyes locked onto Afra's, his gaze burning with an unwavering devotion. He knew that he would never leave her side, no matter the cost. Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, he would choose to be with her, to protect her, and to love her.
As he took Afra's hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers, he felt a spark of electricity run through his body. He lightly kissed her knuckle, and Afra's heart skipped a beat at the gentle gesture.
"I'm really sorry, jaan," Izhaan whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "Sorry for everything you've had to endure because of me."
Afra's eyes fluttered closed as Izhaan's lips brushed against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. His words were a balm to her soul, soothing the wounds of the past.
"Mubarak ho aapko meri jaan," Izhaan whispered, his lips grazing against hers. 
Afra's heart thumped wildly in her chest, but her eyes remained closed, savoring the moment. Izhaan's gaze, however, was fixed intently on her, as if he wanted to see only her, to drink in the beauty of her face, and to memorize every curve and contour of her features.
"Aap mera junoon thi, begam," Izhaan whispered, his voice low and husky. "Aur ab na khatam hone wali mohabbat ban chuki hai." 
He paused, his eyes burning with intensity as he pulled Afra closer. The air between them grew thick, and it seemed as though the world around them had melted away. Izhaan's voice was barely audible as he continued, "I have no words, biwi, but you've made me the luckiest man in the world."