Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

?Epilouge-01?

He glanced at his mother, who was staring at him in stunned silence, her eyes filled with disappointment.

The hurt in her gaze was more than he could bear.

Without waiting for a response, Hanan turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the living room, leaving his family bewildered and shaken by his sudden outburst.

As he made his way up to his room, the door slamming behind him, he sank onto his bed.

His emotions were a whirlwind of guilt, frustration, and confusion.

He knew he had hurt his parents, but the anger he had felt in that moment still lingered.

He needed time to process everything-the pressure from his family, the confusion about his future, and, most painfully, the unresolved feelings he had for Barkat.

It was a night of silence in the Zaidi household, the echoes of Hanan's outburst reverberating through the walls, leaving everyone to wonder what had caused their son to act so out of character.

But for Hanan, the real battle was within himself-a battle he wasn't sure he was ready to face just yet.

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Huma quietly entered Hanan's room and saw him lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

His face was devoid of any expression, but his eyes spoke volumes of the turmoil within.

"Hanan," she called softly, breaking the heavy silence.

Hanan turned his head toward her, startled for a moment, before sitting up on the edge of his bed.

"Ammi..." he said hesitantly, his voice barely audible, "I'm sorry. Mujhe aapse uss tarah baat nahi karni chahiye thi."

("I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.")

Huma smiled gently and walked over to sit beside him.

"Kya baat hai, Hanan? Kuch hua hai kya?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

("What's the matter, Hanan? Is something wrong?")

Hanan shook his head at first, but Huma's knowing gaze didn't falter.

"Mujhe jhooth mat bolna, beta. Batao mujhe," she urged, her voice soft but firm.

("Don't lie to me, dear. Tell me.")

Hanan hesitated before finally looking at her. "Ammi, kya mera kisi ko pasand karna galat hai?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

("Mom, is it wrong for me to like someone?")

Huma tilted her head slightly, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Bilkul nahi, beta," she reassured him.

("Not at all, my child.")

"Toh jisse main pasand karta hoon, jisse chahne laga hoon, woh iss baat ko kyun nahi samajhti?" he asked, frustration and hurt evident in his tone.

("Then why doesn't the one I like, the one I've started to love, understand this?")

Huma placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Ho sakta hai ki usse koi darr ho," she suggested.

("It's possible that she has some fear.")

Hanan sighed.

"Toh mujhse kehti kyun nahi?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.