Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

Zain stepped out of the sleek black car and stood for a moment, taking in the familiar sight of the grand Abdullah Mansion.

The sprawling estate, with its intricately carved gates and lush greenery, had always felt like home to him, no matter where in the world he was.

His heart raced with anticipation, his longing for his family finally coming to an end after two long years.

He pushed open the door, and before he could take another step, his mother, Surriaya, was there, her arms wide open.

Zain's eyes softened, and he couldn't help but smile as he walked towards her.

The moment he enveloped her in a tight hug, Surriaya's tears fell freely, a flood of emotions overwhelming her.

"I'm here, Mom. Ab toh rona band kar dijiye," Zain whispered softly, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.

("I'm here, Mom. Now please stop crying.")

Surriaya chuckled through her tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand. "Pagal, kitna miss kiya maine tujhe. I'm sure tujhe yaad nahi aayi hogi," she said, her voice full of love and warmth.

("Silly, I missed you so much. I'm sure you didn't miss me.")

Zain gave her a playful look. "Maine sabse zyada aapko miss kiya, Mom," he confessed, his tone genuine, his eyes glimmering with affection.

("I missed you the most, Mom.")

Just as they shared this tender moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind, and Zain turned to see his father,

Osman, walking towards them.

Osman was dressed in a sharp business suit, radiating power and authority.

His presence alone commanded respect, and in the business world, rumors swirled that Osman Abdullah was an arrogant man.

But to Zain, he was nothing less than a rock, his idol, the one person whose approval meant everything.

"Apne baap se bhi mil lijiye, Zain," Osman said, his deep voice filled with affection as he stretched his arms open.

("Meet your father too, Zain.")

Zain smiled and moved to hug his father, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I missed you, Dad," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Osman patted his back and smiled warmly. "Welcome back, bete," he said, his tone gentle.

They parted, each of them grinning, before a sudden weight crashed down on Zain's back.

"Arey meri jaan, tu aa gaya?" Fahad's voice rang out, and before Zain could react, his older brother had jumped onto his back, laughing loudly.

("Hey my love, you've come?")

Zain whined and staggered slightly under the weight. "Bhai, please get off me, bhaari ho gaye ho aap," he groaned, trying to stand straight.

("Brother, please get off me, you've become too heavy.")

Fahad, enjoying the moment too much, pressed his weight even more, causing Zain to wince. "Main bhaari nahi tu kamzor ho gaya hai" Fahad teased, chuckling at his younger brother's discomfort.

("I'm not heavy, you've become weak.")

Finally, Fahad let go, jumping down with a grin.

Zain turned and hugged his brother tightly, feeling the bond between them stronger than ever.