(8:09 AM)
Everyone got dressed for the wedding.
Nikolai wore a cinnamon brown polo shirt with well-tailored pants.
Lilith wore a burnt orange lawn suit.
Her hair was styled into a bubble ponytail.
"Yayyyyy! Nia Shaadi (Wedding)!" Lilith said while clapping excitedly.
"Shhhhhh," Nikolai whispered.
He gently rubbed her small bump.
"Does your bump still hurt, Bambi?" Nikolai asked.
Lilith shook her head.
Then she smiled at him.
A rocking chair was brought for her.
She sat down slowly while still holding Nikolai's hand.
He leaned forward and kissed her.
She giggled happily.
Some dancers arrived.
"Salam (Greetings)," they said.
(Inside Nimra's Room)
Nimra was still inside her room.
A man named Ahsan entered.
He was a femboy, an effeminate man who worked closely with the family.
"Nia baby, here is the wedding dress. Come on, chop chop love. Hassan and everyone is waiting," Ahsan said.
The makeup artist and henna artist followed behind him.
"No. I am not going anywhere," Nimra replied.
"Do you trust your love?" Ahsan asked.
She nodded.
"Then get dressed, sweetie."
The women immediately began their work.
The henna artist carefully applied designs onto her hands.
"Name?" the artist asked.
Nimra was lost in memories.
Every memory contained Farhan.
Her heart felt heavy.
"Farhan…" she whispered softly.
Still lost in thought.
The artist smiled.
Then carefully wrote his name into the henna design on her hand.
(Three Hours Later)
Hassan opened the bedroom door.
He saw his sister standing near the window.
"It time, sister. Come. Let go."
Nimra shook her head.
"Trust me."
He held out his hand.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
She stepped forward and hugged him.
(Meanwhile At The Airport)
A masked man stepped out after landing.
He took out his phone.
The AI immediately unlocked his location.
The man looked up.
A taxi was waiting nearby.
"Salam (Greetings)," the masked man said.
"Kya aap mujhe is jagah le ja sakte hain? (Can you take me to this location?)"
The taxi driver checked the location.
"Ji haan, yeh Begum-e-Siyah khandan hai. Main aap ko wahan le ja sakta hoon. Yeh yahan se thora door hai. (Yes, that is The Begum-e-Siyah Family. I can take you there. It is a bit far from here)," the driver replied.
"Wahan 10 minute mein pohanch jaain. Yeh lijiye paisay, chalen. (Get there in 10 minutes. Here is money. Let's go)," the masked man said.
The taxi driver's eyes widened.
He immediately accepted the money.
Moments later the taxi sped away.
(Back At The Mansion)
Hassan brought Nimra downstairs.
Everyone looked toward her.
Hidden beneath her clothing was a gun.
"Wawww! Nia pretty!" Lilith said while clapping.
She gently held her tiny bump.
Lilith was now one month pregnant.
"Are you okay, Bambi?" Nikolai asked.
She nodded.
Then kissed his nose.
He smiled.
His hand immediately returned to rubbing her bump.
"You look so beautiful," Najma said.
Nimra truly looked breathtaking.
She wore an elegant ivory white abaya crafted from luxurious flowing fabric.
Delicate embroidery covered the fabric.
Pearl embellishments shimmered softly under the lights.
A long royal veil cascaded gracefully behind her.
The appearance was timeless.
Majestic.
Royal.
She wore exquisite diamond and pearl jewelry.
A beautiful necklace rested around her neck.
Matching earrings sparkled beside her face.
Elegant bangles decorated her wrists.
A delicate maang tikka completed the look.
A stunning white nose ring connected by a fine chain added traditional Pakistani bridal charm.
Her entire appearance radiated purity.
Grace.
Sophistication.
Royal elegance.
Her makeup featured a flawless dewy base.
Soft contouring highlighted her cheeks.
A gentle golden highlight illuminated her skin.
Warm neutral eyeshadow blended beautifully across her eyelids.
Soft brown smokey tones added depth.
Long curled lashes framed her eyes.
A thin winged eyeliner completed the look.
Her lips carried a muted nude-pink shade.
The result was an elegant.
Natural.
Radiant bridal glow.
All the women sat together.
Then—
BANG!
The doors burst open.
(The Enemy Arrives)
A man walked inside.
Beside him was his son.
Several armed men followed behind them.
The room immediately became tense.
The men were Kashan Ali and his son Adeel.
Nimra was hugging Olivia.
"I don't know where he is," Nimra whispered with tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry. I have a feeling something is about to happen," Rima said.
"Oi Najma. Salaam (Hello)," Kashan said with a smirk.
He exhaled cigarette smoke.
Najma remained seated.
A gun rested in her hand.
She neither smiled nor moved.
"Where is your so-called son?" Kashan asked in his mixed accent.
Adeel's eyes landed on Nimra.
Nikolai quietly signaled Kalma.
He wanted Lily farther away from the danger.
Kalma immediately carried her away from the center of the room.
Adeel smirked.
Then he walked toward Nimra.
Armed men surrounded the area.
Nikolai leaned against a wall.
He chose not to interrupt.
He simply watched.
"Dekhiye, woh bohat khoobsurat lag rahi hai. Main use le jaunga. Ab woh meri biwi banne wali hai. (Look, she looks so beautiful. I will take her. She is going to be my wife now)," Adeel said while smoking.
He stepped closer.
Nimra still held Olivia.
Then—
He touched her face.
SLAP!
Nimra slapped him hard.
"Hey!" Adeel shouted.
He grabbed her wrist.
Nimra immediately kicked him.
"How dare you!?" Kashan roared.
Adeel's face twisted with rage.
SLAP!
He struck Nimra across the face.
(The Arrival)
"Hey! You hit Nia. Now bhai (brother) hit you back!" Lilith shouted while running forward.
"Huh?" Hassan said.
Then—
BANG!
BANG!
Two gunshots rang through the hall.
The bullets struck Adeel.
"HOW DARE YOU HIT MY NIA!?"
A furious voice echoed through the mansion.
Everyone froze.
They turned toward the entrance.
The masked man stood there.
"Hani here!" Lilith shouted while clapping.
Tears rolled down Nimra's face.
The man slowly removed his mask.
Farhan.
It was Farhan.
He walked forward.
(Chaos Begins)
Weapons were drawn.
Both groups immediately opened fire.
Gunshots echoed everywhere.
People scattered.
Men fought across the hall.
Yet in the middle of all the chaos—
Lilith was doing a tiny happy dance.
Nikolai looked at her.
Then burst into laughter.
One hand rested protectively on her bump.
She giggled at him.
Farhan ignored the gunfire.
Ignored the chaos.
Ignored everything.
He walked directly toward Nimra.
Gunshots continued around them.
He reached her.
Their eyes met.
"Nia…" he whispered.
SLAP!
Nimra slapped him.
"Are y…y…you mad!? Huh!?" she cried.
SLAP!
She slapped him again.
"You stabbed yourselves! Are you crazy!?"
Farhan smiled.
"Maybe."
"Yayyyy! Bhai here!" Lilith cheered.
"Hi Lily."
He gently tapped her bump.
"Hi little bean."
Lilith giggled.
(Revenge)
Hassan grabbed Kashan by the neck.
"This is for my father!"
PUNCH!
His fist smashed into Kashan's face.
"This is for your useless brother raping my mother!"
PUNCH!
Again.
And again.
And again.
Najma's eyes filled with tears.
Years of pain.
Years of suffering.
Years of hatred.
All returned.
Hassan pulled out a knife.
Then repeatedly stabbed Kashan.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Meanwhile Nimra raised her gun.
She aimed directly at Adeel.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Six bullets.
Six shots.
Adeel collapsed.
At the same moment—
Both Hassan and Nimra screamed together.
"BASTARD!"
Their voices echoed through the hall.
They kicked the fallen men.
Nimra's white bridal gown became stained with blood.
(The End Of The Wedding)
Farhan pulled Nimra into his arms.
Then hugged her tightly.
She finally stopped fighting him.
Tears continued flowing down her cheeks.
"Yayyyyyy!!!!!" Lilith shouted while clapping excitedly.
Nikolai stood behind her.
His arms wrapped around her.
One hand rested over her small bump.
He rubbed it softly.
While watching Farhan and Nimra finally reunite.
And for the first time in years—
The Begum-e-Siyah family finally tasted a moment of peace.