The morning dawned with a peculiar stillness in the Shaikh household. Mahenoor stood in the veranda, her favorite place to reflect, as the cool breeze played with her hair. Her mind wandered between the events of the past few days-the reconciliation with her family, the emotional exchanges with Omar, and the growing undercurrents of tension surrounding them all.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Zikra calling her name. "Mahenoor Appi, breakfast is ready! Everyone's waiting."

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