Ishq hai (ARY)- Minal Khan, Danish Taimoor - Page 112

Originally posted by: Puruuu

I have had the exact prediction, but ye kaafi itv hojayega

But also shah will only agree for marriage if isra is in some major danger

This seems to be the only possible situation unless Nimra was day-dreaming aur inn log sab milke humko ullu banaye hai 😆

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

This seems to be the only possible situation unless Nimra was day-dreaming aur inn log sab milke humko ullu banaye hai 😆

I feel death track nimra ka hai, last ke 3-4 episodes mein mar jayegi

Because aur kisi ko maarkar kuch nai milega ,

I know she is a victim but usko aisa baki sabne hi banaya hai and sabki galti hai

Originally posted by: Puruuu

I feel death track nimra ka hai, last ke 3-4 episodes mein mar jayegi

Because aur kisi ko maarkar kuch nai milega ,

I know she is a victim but usko aisa baki sabne hi banaya hai and sabki galti hai

Nimra ya Haaris?

I feel Haaris naak mein dum karke rakhega if he is not killed off.

Btw guys ek aur blooper mila 🤣

Episode 21-22 PArt 1 play karna and watch carefully at 8:10 when they show Shahzaib...Dnaish itna seriously dialogue bol raha tha and right side mein, matlab uske ear ke line se seedha upar dekho toh ek makkhi baithi hui hai 🤣🤣

Makkhi ko bhi usse pyaar hai

And at 8:25 when he shakes his head, wapas udhke baith jaati hai

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Nimra ya Haaris?

I feel Haaris naak mein dum karke rakhega if he is not killed off.

Then if its harris to pakka fir ye murder hai, either isra apne self defense mein maarde aur shah takes thr blame or shah shoots him

Nimra atleast maregi to suicide hi hogi ya apni bevakoofi se

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Btw guys ek aur blooper mila 🤣

Episode 21-22 PArt 1 play karna and watch carefully at 8:10 when they show Shahzaib...Dnaish itna seriously dialogue bol raha tha and right side mein, matlab uske ear ke line se seedha upar dekho toh ek makkhi baithi hui hai 🤣🤣

Makkhi ko bhi usse pyaar hai

And at 8:25 when he shakes his head, wapas udhke baith jaati hai

Haha haan pehle bhi bahaut baar ho chuka h

Pak dramas mein makhiyon ka purana role h, ye log hatate bhi ni h screen space se, they like to co exist 😂

Originally posted by: Puruuu

Then if its harris to pakka fir ye murder hai, either isra apne self defense mein maarde aur shah takes thr blame or shah shoots him

Nimra atleast maregi to suicide hi hogi ya apni bevakoofi se

Nimra mujhe at places redeemable bhi lagti hai...ki shayad usko akkal aa jaye...because uske dimaag mein ye sab thoughts Khala aur Sameera ne daale hai.

Haaris ka toh literally sense hi banta uski thinking ka. UK se abhi abhi aaya hai, ladki ko shaadi pe dekh liya aur decide kar liya ki voh chahiye...uske baad jab voh ladki usko pasand nahi karti aur uski shaadi ho chuki hai toh kaunsa sane aadmi aisa behave karega? And Haaris ko Isra promise nahi ki gayi thi pehle se, naa Hammad ne usko bachpan se bola tha ki meri behen tujhse shaadi karegi...toh ye toh clear psycho hai. Iska koi aur agenda hai hi nahi, Isra ko paane ke alawa.

Shah will kill him imo. For Isra. It would be poetic also, ki Shahzaib ends up picking the gun to shoot the guy who was the main reason why Shahzaib had picked up the gun in the first place as blackmail in order to ask Isra to marry him.

Originally posted by: Puruuu

Haha haan pehle bhi bahaut baar ho chuka h

Pak dramas mein makhiyon ka purana role h, ye log hatate bhi ni h screen space se, they like to co exist 😂

Ek baar Meherposh mein tha, very romantic scene, Shah Jahan and Mehru are in the car talking...and peeche crow style maarke chal raha hai 🤣

My dudes, i am writing the os, the besharam one yes...these two haven't even gotten to the main event and I am blushing like a fool ☺️☺️☺️🤣🤣

Its Isra's viewpoint btw, so that might make sense ☺️

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Okay my peeps, you know that hospital scene bothered me. So here's my own version 😉 This is how I wanted Isra to respond! Leave me a good review as always, I am very greedy. 😆

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ISRA’S POV

I had never felt as helpless as I did right now. My mother was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, while doctors were trying to stabilise her. How did all this happen? Was it my fault? She had been unwell for days, and it all started after I “left” my house. But mom told me I should try to make my wedding work…she would not keep me away from her if she was in immense pain…would she?

My heart thudded erratically when I noticed some irregular patterns on the ECG machine. The nurses moved quick, grabbing an oxygen mask and putting it on her. I breathed a slight sign of relief when I noticed her heart rate returning to normal.

From the corner of my eye I saw Shahzaib on the phone, filling in his mother on the details. From what it looked like, she was concerned. But knowing her, it could all be a lie.

Shahzaib…when has he not been there for me? Despite all the insults and physical injuries caused by my family members, he was here. He did not think twice before grabbing his car keys and sprinting outdoors. Shahzaib was actually turning out to be exactly how he would say he was. Every negative incident was kept aside, and he was here today. As a son-in-law. Would anyone else do this? I doubt it. Even Hammad bhai did not have such a huge heart, had the roles been reversed.

‘Hammad had called me. When I heard Aunty fell sick and he wasn’t around, I got scared too,’ I heard an all-too familiar voice. ‘And you are her daughter…’

Disgust coarsed through my veins, knowing the source of the voice, causing my brain to drain out his remaining sentences. Haaris. The same man who was interested in my qeemat.

I decided to ignore him, hoping he would leave. But he was too thick-skulled to understand he was being ignored. ‘Don’t worry at all, she will be absolutely fine.’ I felt his fingers graze my back, causing bile to rise at the back of my throat. ‘My mom is equally concerned.’

And why do I give a flying f**k of what anyone else thinks? I am here, my husband is here. I know kicking out Haaris would cause more problems with bhai, problems that I would not be able to solve over one conversation.

‘Don’t worry, she will be fine.’

For heaven’s sake, leave me alone! And step back!

‘Shahzaib!’ My mind screamed at me.

I felt comfort engulf me when Shahzaib walked next to me, his face was dangerously dark, eyes full of anger. Involuntarily my body moved towards him, seeking comfort. Haaris was on a phone call now but was still around, his presence was filling me with discomfort and disgust.

I looked at Shahzaib, my eyes pleading him to do something. For my mother. With regards to Haaris. I noticed his eyes softening when he looked at me. His frustration was radiating off him, as he paced between Harris and I. But he was holding himself back, avoiding to come closer to me. But why?

‘Because,’ my mind began sarcastically. ‘You are the one creating the barrier. If you don’t accept him as your husband he for sure will never touch you!’

I was so engulfed in my own train of thoughts that I never noticed a doctor stepping out. She informed us one of us could meet her. I began to walk swiftly towards the hospital room without a second thought. My eyes welled up with tears when I saw my mother’s weakened state.

‘I want to say thank you,’ she said softly.

‘No no!’ I took her hand in mind. ‘Don’t apologise. I am your daughter.’

‘We’ve wronged you.’ My heart broke as he voice broke. ‘Where’s Shahzaib?’ She changed the topic.

‘Outside. He’s been here with me since the time you were admitted,’ I told her truthfully. Very cautiously, I added, ‘Haaris is here too.’

Mumma contemplated her next words, ‘Okay Isra, listen to me carefully, before I go to rest. Shahzaib’s your husband. Any Tom, Dick or Haaris does not matter. Focus on your husband now, and your family. I know you are facing problems there, but seeing what Shahzaib did tonight for me…I might have been wrong about him after all.’

How did mummy know I was having issues?

‘Mumma—’

‘Not now Isra. I want to sleep, they’ve given me some sedatives. I will see you in the morning okay?’ My heart soared at the thought that my mother wanted me to stay. Smiling at her and squeezing her hand gently, I walked out of the room.

My heart began stuttering again when I witnessed Shahzaib and Haaris in, what seemed to be, an intense conversation. Shahzaib’s back was to me, but the look Haaris’s face ran chills down my spine. My gut feeling could not be so wrong. The unpleasant vibes from him were very much there and true.

‘What are you waiting for?’ My mind asked me. ‘You know what to do!’

For once I decided to listen to my mind…because my heart was on the same page too. I walked upto both these men, standing next to Shahzaib. He had not realised I was next to him.

‘Hey,’ I said quietly, touching his arm gently. My gesture seemed to throw him off guard.

He cleared his throat, ‘How’s aunty?’

‘She’s fine, sleeping now. She wants us here in the morning.’ My words were definitely pissing Haaris off. So why not take it a notch higher. ‘Excuse me,’ I said too-sweetly to the freak. ‘You’re standing between my husband and I.’

That did it. Haaris staggered backwards as if I had slapped him.

Moving closed to Shahzaib, I added, ‘You can leave now, her family is here to take care of her.’

‘Hammed asked me to stay,’ Haaris’s aggression was surfacing. But I would not back down. Not after what he said to me. Because this was not just about me, but about my husband’s self-respect too.

I shrugged, ‘Suit yourself.’ I knew what to do next anyway. I turned to completely face Shahzaib, who looked like a confused ten-year old. It was endearing, to see a grown man exhibit child-like innocence.

‘You okay?’ He asked me.

‘Mmhmm.’ Surprising him, I stepped closer and put my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, inhaling Shahzaib’s perfume, he had been using the same one I had gifted him on his last birthday. This was so familiar, was I really so stupid to gave given up on this sense of warmth, security and love?

Feeling tears rise at the corner of my eyes, I whispered, ‘Hold me please?’

Shahzaib’s shoulders relaxed and he wound his arms around me, burying his face in my hair. Just like the first time we had hugged, two years ago.

‘Anything for you,’ he murmured. A huge grin spread on my face, mixed with a few tears staining Shahzaib’s shirt. This entire feeling of comfort was why I was so adamant on marrying this man.

I felt his hand stroking the back of my head, his deep breaths in my hair. His heart was hammering as fast as mine was. It felt like teen love, the innocent kind we see on TV.

‘Calm your heart,’ I teased him, for once being in my surroundings that was Shahzaib.

‘I am trying, but you are full of surprises.’ His baritone register directly in my ears fired me up, and this was not the place or the time for such thoughts.

Cheekily, I pressed my lips on his chest, my smile growing wider as his heart thudded on, ‘Hope its not a problem.’

Now was his turn. He gently placed his lips on my forehead, kissing me. ‘Not that all.’ The softness in Shahzaib’s voice and actions calmed me down.

I held on to him tighter, not caring if Haaris would see us or a doctor would reprimand us for PDA. No one can stop you from doing anything in the confines of your home.

And this was my home.

This is so well-written!🤗

I wish all this could happen in the drama instead and Isra would be expressive not just romantically but generally as well.

You have described it really well😳

I have read your OS the before ones but wasn't able to comment and theres alot of pages to catch up lol.

Danish said in his gameshow that his looks and hairstyle change due to character and people remember Sultan but this time Sultans daddy will come🤪😳🤣