Scene One
Morning Routine – A Settled Life
Life, after all its celebrations and chaos, had finally begun to settle into a rhythm.
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Rimsha and Imran's bedroom. The alarm rang softly at 7:00 a.m., not too loud, not too sudden—just enough to wake a home that was learning its new routine.
Imran stretched his arms and glanced toward Rimsha, who was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting her dupatta.
"You're up early again," he said, rubbing his eyes.
Rimsha smiled.
"Aadat ho rahi hai. Shaadi ke baad zindagi rukti nahi, bas naya tareeqa seekh leti hai."
Imran chuckled.
"True. Aur Amana Superstore bhi intezar nahi karta."
They moved together through the morning—simple, coordinated movements that reflected growing understanding. Rimsha prepared breakfast while Imran ironed his kurta. There was no rush, no confusion—just quiet cooperation.
At the breakfast table, Rimsha poured tea into two cups.
"Aaj inventory meeting hai," she said casually.
Imran nodded.
"Haan, aur mujhe accounts department se bhi baat karni hai."
They exchanged a brief look—a shared sense of responsibility.
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Scene Two
Amana Superstore – Work as a Habit
By 10:00 a.m., the familiar gates of Amana Superstore opened again.
Rimsha and Imran walked in together, greeted by nods and respectful smiles from staff. The excitement of wedding celebrations had faded, replaced by professional normalcy.
Saba approached with her clipboard.
"Good morning, madam, sir."
"Good morning," Rimsha replied.
"Any updates?"
"Sales stable hain. Weekend ke liye promotions ready hain."
"Perfect," Imran said.
"Meeting ke baad detail discuss karte hain."
Inside the office, files lay open, laptops hummed softly, and the clock ticked steadily.
Rimsha adjusted her chair and looked at Imran.
"Lagta hai hum phir se wahi ho gaye hain—sirf titles badal gaye hain."
Imran smiled.
"Farq sirf itna hai ke ab ghar bhi saath hai."
Throughout the day, customers came and went, reports were reviewed, decisions were made. Rimsha checked stock lists while Imran coordinated with suppliers. It wasn't dramatic work—but it was important, grounding.
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Scene Three
Maryam's House – A Different Kind of Discipline
Across the city, at Maryam and Haroon's home, another routine was unfolding.
The dining table was scattered with books, notebooks, and pencil boxes. Ubaid and Irfan sat side by side, bent over their homework.
Maryam stood nearby, holding a cup of tea, observing them quietly.
"Ubaid," she said gently,
"Question theek se parho, phir jawab likho."
Ubaid looked up.
"Mama, yeh maths ka sawal thora mushkil hai."
Maryam placed the cup down and leaned over.
"Dekh beta, agar hum isay step by step karein—"
Irfan interrupted with a grin.
"Mama, main pehle complete kar lunga."
Maryam smiled warmly.
"Competition acha hota hai, lekin samajhna zyada zaroori hai."
From the next room, Haroon adjusted his uniform. His phone rang—another work call.
"Ji… haan… samajh gaya," he replied firmly.
Life around them was moving—balanced between duty and care.
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Scene Four
DSP Haroon – The Weight of Responsibility
Haroon's days had grown heavier.
Inside his office at the ATS headquarters, files piled up on his desk. Maps, reports, and intelligence briefs lay scattered.
An officer stood in front of him.
"Sir, surveillance update aa gayi hai."
Haroon took the file, scanning it carefully.
"Team ko alert rakhein. Koi lapse nahi chahiye."
"Yes, sir."
As the officer left, Haroon leaned back slightly, pressing his fingers to his temple. The calm at home contrasted sharply with the tension of his work.
He glanced at his phone—no missed calls, no emergencies from home.
"Shukar hai," he murmured.
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Scene Five
Lunch-Time Call – Sisters Connected
At 1:30 p.m., Rimsha stepped out of her office for a brief break. She dialed Maryam's number—a habit that had become part of her lunch routine.
The phone rang twice.
"Assalam-o-Alaikum," Maryam answered.
"Wa Alaikum Assalam, api," Rimsha said warmly.
"Kya haal hai?"
Maryam smiled into the phone.
"Sab theek. Tum sunao, kaam kaisa chal raha hai?"
"Routine ban gaya hai," Rimsha replied.
"Subha store, shaam ghar. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai zindagi finally balanced ho rahi hai."
Maryam nodded.
"Yahi asal sukoon hota hai."
Rimsha hesitated slightly.
"Bachay kaisay hain?"
"Bohat achay," Maryam said proudly.
"Ubaid aur Irfan dono mehnat kar rahe hain."
"Haroon bhai?"
Maryam's voice softened.
"Busy rehte hain… lekin theek hain."
Rimsha smiled.
"Allah sab ko apni hifazat mein rakhe."
"Ameen," Maryam replied.
They spoke for a few more minutes—about small things, everyday matters—before hanging up.
Rimsha looked at the clock.
"Lunch break khatam."
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Scene Six
Evening Calm – Study and Silence
Back at Maryam's house, evening settled gently.
Ubaid read aloud from his English book, while Irfan practiced spellings. Maryam listened patiently, correcting them when needed.
Haroon entered quietly, loosening his tie.
"Assalam-o-Alaikum," he said.
"Wa Alaikum Assalam," the boys replied together.
Maryam looked at him.
"Din kaisa tha?"
Haroon exhaled slowly.
"Lamba… lekin manageable."
He watched the boys for a moment.
"Parhai kaisi chal rahi hai?"
Ubaid smiled.
"Mama ke saath easy lagti hai."
Haroon smiled faintly.
"Good."
The house felt stable, anchored by shared routines.
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Scene Seven
Nightfall – A Peaceful End
At night, Rimsha and Imran sat on their bed, lights dimmed, the city quiet outside.
Imran closed his laptop.
"Aaj ka din bhi smoothly guzar gaya."
Rimsha nodded.
"Alhamdulillah."
She leaned back slightly.
"Api se baat hui thi aaj."
Imran looked at her.
"Sab theek hai wahan?"
"Haan," Rimsha replied softly.
"Bachay parh rahe hain, Haroon bhai busy hain."
Imran smiled.
"Lagta hai sab apni apni jagah settle ho rahe hain."
Rimsha glanced toward the window.
"Yeh lamhay… yeh sukoon… kabhi kabhi dar lagta hai ke kahin zyada acha to nahi."
Imran gently took her hand.
"Zindagi har waqt imtehaan nahi hoti. Kabhi kabhi woh sirf jeene ka mauqa bhi deti hai."
Rimsha smiled faintly.
Lights were turned off. Silence filled the room—not empty, but content.
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Scene Eight
A Quiet Chapter of Life
Days passed like this.
Work, study, phone calls, shared meals, silent prayers.
No major events. No loud celebrations. No sudden crises.
Just life—steady, breathing, and peaceful.
And in that calm, each character unknowingly gathered strength for whatever tomorrow might bring.
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End of Chapter