Afraid to meet Amaan again in the room, Asmaira decided to explore the garden area on her own after she came out of the living room after her evening tea. She was still not comfortable to go to his room and also the conversation she had with Fariya in the earlier part of the day was still echoing in her mind.

"She had high expectations from you, I hope you won't disappoint both of us". Fariya told her when she met her in her study.

She randomly roamed in the garden not specifically moving anywhere. She needed her moment, she needed her time to settle. She was scared that she would let them down. She never left her family for a day and here she was, living in a new surrounding. She felt out of place.

When she met Hania and Ishaal she noticed that she looked odd. Though they don't make her feel inferior, but she could see a huge difference between her class and theirs. Mrs Hashmi was a polite woman who seemed to support her, but she has a reputation to maintain too. Though she didn't marry to become part of their society, yet it was part and parcel of life she chose.

Raina was so natural, she thought.

'You are not here to impress them' she tried mentally preparing herself. With her zero confidence how was she supposed to handle the responsibility, how will she be able to achieve it, she dint decide any particular plan to handle it. What was she supposed to do now? One hand she has to avoid her devil husband as much as possible or till she attain her plan. On the other hand, she had zero experience in handling the new role.

'Where are you now? Are you happy? She thought while looking at the evening sky. "Raina" she whispered.

While Asmaira was in her own thoughts, Fariya was noticing her from the wall length window in her study. The initial doubts which she held for Asmaira was long gone, however, she could see the inner struggle Asmaira was going through. She could see that she was scared, she was lost, but she was determined to handle her new role. Even Salar put across his doubt to Fariya once.

"Are you sure about her? What if she is not the right person?" Salar asked.

At that time, even Fariya was skeptical, but after meeting Asmara today she is confident. The only problem now is Amaan.

"Mummy" Fariya's chain of thoughts was broken when Ishaal called her.

She moved her gaze from Asmaira and looked at Ishaal.

"Kabir is awake!"

"Very well, ask Maya to call Asmaira to my room and make sure we are not to be disturbed until I say" Fariya spoke while making her way back to her room. She turned to Ishaal and told,"You know what to do".

Ishaal nodded and left.

Asmaira stood near Fariya's door and knocked gently. She knows why she was called for, she was waiting for this moment since long, she knew this is what she is here for. Mixed emotions were seen on her pale face. She was scared, nervous and also a slight hint of guilt was there in her eyes. She took a deep breath and went inside the room.

The moment she entered the room, she froze and what welcomed her made her eyes moist and soon a trail of tears started falling all over her face. She was least concerned with the curious look she was getting, as if the only thing that was there in the room was her and the Baby. Yes an year old baby was sitting on Fariya's lap giggling and playing with her hair. Along with Fariya and her daughter in law, there were three other females, two girls aged about 8 or 9 and three boys, aged 9 or more.

'Just like her' Asmaira thought.

When Fariya saw her, she ushered her to sit beside her while the baby was still on her lap. She hesitated as a new wave of guilt caught her, however, seeing Mrs Hashmi's encouraging smile she slowly started taking steps and sat beside Fariya. Reading Asmaira's face Fariya told, "Kabir looks exactly like her, except for his green eye", while gently caressing his face.

"Kabir" Asmara murmured as if her silent prayers were answered.

Kabir had his mother's facial features, same plump cherry red lips, big eyes like a doe except the color was green. He had a straight nose and the same charisma as his father, Amaan. How could such a devil have an angel like son, Asmaira wondered.

Kabir stared at Asmaira as if wondering who the stranger was and why his grandmother was talking to her and not playing with her. She wanted to hold him, hug him and love him, but is she qualified to do that? Am I good enough to even touch him? He was a pure soul who was suffering for no fault of his. He missed his parents love and care though Fariya and the rest of the Hashmi family take special care of him.

"Amber here is Kabir's nanny who takes care of everything about him, I want you for now to observe everything and learn about Kabir. He does' not like new people around him"

'Although it is not his fault, he misses his mother and without her it is difficult to handle him' Fariya thought, but didn't tell Asmara since she thought Kabir will not get close to her so soon.

Much to her surprise when Asmaira held out her hand to Kabir he dint backed out like always instead he stared at her for a second and with a big smile he went into her arms. The shock and surprise was evident on everyone's face who were present in the room.

'It took me 3 months to get him comfortable with me and this time he dint react like always and what's more surprising, he smiled' Amber thought to herself.

Tears of happiness could be seen in Fariya's eyes. It was a miracle to see a woman like Mrs Hashmi to actually cry. She was a symbol of an emotionally strong woman. Even her husband could not take her for granted.

'Finally, my Kabir is happy' She could not help but think.

Meanwhile Asmaira was holding Kabir and playing with him, she learnt that day that Hania is the mother of two babies, one boy and one daughter, meanwhile Ishaal was mother of three, two boys and a girl. She was surprised was an understatement, they don't look like mothers forget about how they handle babies along with their work. Hania works along with Freya in her NGO while Ishaal has her own boutique stores around the city.

Asmaira requested Fariya to take her leave along with Kabir. Amber kept following them and kept talking about his routine and day to day activities and hurdles which she faced. Asmaira listened to her like an obedient student as she wanted to learn about him as soon as possible.

Kabir's room was near to Fariya's on the first floor and as expected it was lavishly decorated for him. The walls were decorated with light blue color along with various cartoon characters. Even he had separately room for his closet, much to Amber's annoyance. 'Who would create a closet room for a toddler' she used to complain while folding his clothes. Though Asmaira already knows the answer to that. Like mother, like son. She smiled for the first time after her marriage recalling how Raina was obsessed with kids. She already decided the name for her babies way before her graduation.

Kabir! Much to Maya's surprise Asmaira already knows his name, and why not, for years she has been listening to that name, how Raina could not stop being obsessed with the name. During family gathering or any function, one could find Raina immersed with the kids, not bothering about where she was, how she was supposed to behave as a girl. The moment she sees babies, she jumps up and starts playing with them.

"Mam, Kabir is a fussy eater and doesn't eat much. It takes hours for me to feed him just a bowl" Amber interrupted her thoughts. All the while she didn`t let go of Kabir and even he could not keep away from her.

After meeting Kabir, time quickly flew for Asmaira and she didn`t realize it was already dinner time and as for the rules all the family members will eat together. She was surprised as she thought in the morning that they don't each together. With all the events happening around her, she completely forgot about her fear, Amaan. She forgot that he was now her husband and is part of the family, which means he will also be there at that dinner table. With that realization, her steps halted in between and she started trembling with fear. She remembered last night's incident, the hatred, the disgust which she saw in his eyes. How will he react when he comes to know about her and Kabir? One thing Asmaira was sure of, if he knows about her taking care of Kabir he won't be happy.

'I need to talk to Mrs Hashmi', with that thought she made her mind.

As told, Maya was around Asmaira as a shadow, even she was shocked when she saw her Madam crying seeing Kabir smiling.

'Indeed, madam knows what's best for her family. Who could have thought a simple plain looking girl like Asmaira would turn out to be the special one for Kabir' she thought while walking towards the dining area along with Asmaira.

Once the news spread to the maids about Kabir and Asmaira, a particular question was popping in their mind, including Maya's, 'Does she know Kabir even before the marriage?'

It would not be wrong to say that Asmaira's house could be accommodated in the dining room. The room was big, no, enormous with 10 chairs, a table set with one wall covered with two ceiling to floor length windows, showing the mesmerizing sight of the illuminated city. A gigantic crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling just above the center of the round table, making the table a shadow of the chandelier. Though Asmaira doesn't know about the luxury and life of the rich class, she was damn sure that the chandelier itself will cost in the millions, just to decorate a dining room.

While she was still amazed and admiring the room with her open mouth, she noticed some one's gaze on her, and much to her horror, everybody was looking at her, while some were smirking at her expression, some were giggling and one particular member was frowning at her. She immediately looked down, Hania could not control her amusement and laughed.

'She looked like a 2 year old with nothing but excitement seeing the chandelier' she was thinking while trying to hold her laugh however a stare from Salar made her quiet.

As head of the family, Salar sat at the one corner of the table while Fariya occupied the seat next to him. Salar's right hand side seat was occupied by his elder son followed by Hania. Beside Hania, Ishaal was sitting winking at Asmaira to cheer her from her embarrassment. Since her husband stayed abroad half of the year the seat next to her was empty. When Asmaira was about to sit next to Ishaal, she was called by Fariya to sit beside her. Once everybody was seated, dinner was served and the moment they started eating, Salar raised a question.

"Where is Amaan?"

Though it was not directed at anyone, Asmaira felt as if it was meant for her, and much to her horror Salar directly looked at her. Everybody knew the answer except for Asmaira. Salar never had a good impression about her since the beginning and like his son, he was not a fan of people like Asmaira.

'So unlike her' he frowned while thinking.

Upon getting no reply, he took his phone out and called someone, "Find him" is all he said and hung up the call. The rest of the dinner went silently with Salar asking about business to his son. In between he kept asking Hania and Ishaal about their business. Asmaira again felt like an odd one out. She somehow had a notion that, Salar doesn't like her much and gave the same vibe as his son. She shuddered at that thought.

Sensing Asmaira's silence, Fariya squeezed her hand lightly and gave her a warm smile as if telling 'you are home'.

Home!

Suddenly remembering home Asmaira felt grieved, her eyes started to moist and tears well up. Before she could react, she heard the screeching of tires and sport cars stopped with a loud sound.

BANG!

As if her heart knew who it was, it started beating rapidly, her palms started sweating and she tightly held her dress to stop herself from trembling again, now that she was in front of everybody she can't show her fear.

"So you remember your way back home?", Salar said with a grimace.

Amaan who just about to take the stairs stopped.

"Care to answer, where were you since last night?" Salar asked again with a tone of sarcasm.

'Was he not there yesterday night' Asmaira thought, but not daring to raise her head.

When Amaan turned to look at his father, his eyes fell on Asmaira.

'She dared to sit at her place' Amaan was in fury, not even bothering that his father was looking at him for an answer.

As if she got a hint she raised her head and saw Amaan marching towards her and glaring. "Get off the chair, " he yelled, startling her.