Ziarat a beautiful city - refreshingly cool in summer and snow clad in winter. The winter sun brought out the purity of the heaven-given snow. Snow covered the rich, deep forest, snow resting upon everything as if it were a feather cushion, soft and warm.

His jeep entered through the iron gates. The mansion stood proudly, flanked by rows of skeletal treed covered in snow. He slowly walked forward taking in his surroundings, everything was the same. He stood on the porch and looked at double door wooden doors leading inside.

He had vowed to himself that he wasn't gonna allow himself to be defeated by what he may think is infatuation. He will not fall for the sister of his brother's killer. Yet somehow he find himself back within the traps, in the chains he broke and left. He was back in this house after three years. He had promised himself that he will not set foot here as long as she was here. But the old man was quite persuasive. He made Asfandyar Wali Khan broke a promise, he made to himself.

He walked inside and stood in lounge, Ghulam Bakhsh came and welcomed him, he led him to study where Agha jaan was. Asfandyar thanked him and opened the door, he saw Agha jaan sitting on his chair reading a book which he presumed was a poetry book. He smiled slightly, his Agha jaan was still the same.

"Agha jaan"

He called softly amd went towards him, sitting on his knees he grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. Darab Wali Khan looked at his grandson with tears in his eyes. He placed a hand on his cheek and stroked it softly.

"Asfandyar "

He whispered and pulled him in a hug, tightly gripping on to him as if he let loose he will vanish. Darab Wali Khan was at peace now, his grandson was back at last.

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They were sitting in lounge having tea. Asfandyar was tired after a long drive but the happiness he saw on Agha jaan's face was not letting him get up. He sat there listening to Agha jaan. His eyes darted upward when he heard a feminine voice.

She was standing near Agha jaan talking to him. Her sweet voice was blocking out every other sound in the room, it was gentle and soothing. He heard her voice for the first time, ironically she was his wife. He couldn't understand what she was saying to Agha jaan because he was busy staring at her.

She sat down on the sofa, fumbling with her hands. Nervousness oozing out of her. She slowly raised her head and looked at him. Their eyes clashed.

Blazing grey against calm green.

She quickly averted her eyes, not looking at him for a second longer. He clenched his fists trying to keep his anger at bay. Those green eyes had haunted him. Those green eyes were the reason of his sleepless nights these past three years. Those eyes belonged to someone vicious. Same eyes but the owner was different, Zaroon Achakzai who killed his brother Ghazan Wali Khan.

He stood up abruptly and excused himself, racing towards his room he ignored Agha Jaan's voice. Banging the door loudly behind him he threw the first thing which he saw on the floor and that happened to be a vase which had Lillie's in them, and they were lying on the floor.

He was seething with anger. He knew that if he stayed a bit longer in her presence he would have done something horrible. He didn't wanted to upset Agha jaan. He sat on the bed and clutched his hair tightly in his hand.

Often he dwelt on the fine details of his life, they were a happy family and now all he saw was a bleeding-hearted man who had no one.

His father; Hamza Wali Khan had died when he was really young. Agha jaan was father figure to him and his brother. His mother was drowned in immense pain that she almost forgot that she had two sons. Agha jaan was also depressed on his son's early death but he knew he had to take care of his family. Slowly and gradually he brought them out of grief, they started living again but Ayesha Hamza Khan couldn't bear the loss of her beloved husband, she was slowly slipping away from life.

After Ghazaan was killed his mother couldn't bear the pain anymore and died after two days of his demise. 
Asfandyar was broken, and the injustice on top of that, he had to marry the sister of the same man who was responsible for his destruction.

He could clearly see the love Agha Jaan had for that woman and he hated him for that. He couldn't understand how could Agha Jaan love her despite everything that happened.

He exhaled through his nose and got up. His bags were already placed in his room by Ghulam Bakhsh. He took out his trousers and went to take a shower.

After getting out of shower he pulled out a bottle of medicine from his bag and looked at it for minutes. Looking around he saw no pitcher of water. He grabbed the bottle and went downstairs in the kitchen. Filling a glass with water he popped two pills in his mouth and gulped them down with water, ignoring the warning his doctor gave on the overdose of these pills. He placed the glass on the shelf and turned around to leave.

Passing through the corridor he felt a gust of wind gushing past him, he stopped and frowned, every window was closed the doors were close where was the wind coming from. He walked towards the double wooden doors and saw a silhouette of woman. The doors were wide open letting the chilly air pass through. He frowned and looked at her form clad in a single shawl.

Asfandyar didn't know why she was standing there in so much cold, and he couldn't care less. He went upstairs without glancing back at her, leaving her standing there in cold just as he left her three years back.

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