The Return

The private jet was filled with excitement and laughter.

After ten long years, the entire Nawab family was finally going back to their homeland —

back to meet the heart of their family, Ayan Nawab.

Far from the airport, Ayan stood in his art room, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

His eyes — deep blue and cold — were fixed on a small painting of a little girl,

around eight or nine years old.

Her innocent smile seemed to pull him into the past.

He looked at the blank canvas in front of him and whispered softly,

> “Today, the waiting ends.

I’ll paint you just as you must look now...

and when you come to me, you won’t ever be able to leave again.”

He was Ayan Nawab, the ruthless businessman everyone feared —

and maybe, something darker too.

A knock came on the door.

“Sir,” his assistant said, “the jet will land soon. Your family is arriving.”

Ayan didn’t reply. He just picked up his coat and walked out quietly.

Inside the jet, many people were talking and laughing —

but everyone’s eyes kept going to one girl.

Her face was covered with a light scarf,

yet her beauty was impossible to hide.

Even the air hostess couldn’t stop glancing at her.

That’s when Zayan, noticed.

In a firm voice, he said,

> “Do you people get paid to stare at my sister, or what?”

Everyone turned silent at once.

Mahira, Ayan’s mother, smiled proudly.

she said softly. “She’s so beautiful that no one can help but look.”

Inaya walked closer and sat beside Rahat.

> “You look nervous,” she said kindly. “Why? Everything’s fine.”

Rahat gave a small smile.

> “I don’t know, Aapi. I just feel a little scared. Maybe because we’re finally going home.”

Hiba, the most talkative one, laughed.

> “Oh, don’t be scared! We’re all here.

And Ayan bhai won’t say a word to you when I’m around!”

Everyone looked at her like she had gone mad.

Ahil, her cousin, teased,

> “Good! I recorded that line. I’ll show it to Ayan bhai —

let’s see his face when he hears it.”

Hiba puffed her cheeks and ran to Arif, Ayan’s father.

> “Bade papa! See? Ahil bhai is bullying me again!”

Arif smiled and said,

> “Ahil, enough teasing. And Rahat, don’t be afraid.

When you were small, Ayan scolded you, yes — but now you’re grown up.

Let’s see how he dares to say anything to you now.”

Rahat stayed quiet.

Hiba leaned to Inaya and whispered,

> “Her face is covered anyway.

How will Ayan bhai even recognize her?”

Both giggled softly.

No one knew what waited ahead —

but everyone felt one thing:

after ten years, everything was about to change.

Ayan had already reached the airport.

He stood in the VIP area, waiting.

His family’s private jet was about to land.

On the other side, Rahat’s heart was beating fast —

she didn’t even know why.

The jet landed smoothly.

Ayan’s eyes stayed fixed on it.

First came out his grandmother, smiling with tears.

Ayan hadn’t planned to go near,

but as one by one everyone stepped out —

his parents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters —

he couldn’t look away.

And then, the last one…

a small figure covered in a white veil,

like something precious kept hidden.

Cars waited outside for them.

The family moved to the VIP side,

and as soon as his grandmother saw Ayan,

she cried with happiness.

Ayan went forward and hugged her.

Then his mother, Maher, held him close and kissed his forehead.

> “My little Ayan has grown up,” she said softly.

“Look, Arif — our son is back.”

Ayan smiled, bowed to his father,

> “Salaam, Abba.”

He greeted his uncle, aunt, and everyone.

He had always been close to them.

Ahil laughed,

> “Bhai, don’t forget us!”

Ayan hugged him.

Then Zayan came,

> “Missed you so much, Bhai.”

Ayan nodded quietly.

Next came his sisters — Inaya and Hiba — running toward him.

Hiba complained,

> “Bhaijaan, you never called us! That’s not fair!”

Inaya added,

> “Yes, you called everyone except us!”

Ayan smiled, patting their heads.

> “How can you say that?

I missed my sisters the most.

Only these two boys,” he pointed to Ahil and Zayan,

“I didn’t miss much.”

Everyone laughed.

The boys made faces,

the girls giggled and hugged Ayan again.

But Rahat stood a little far.

She wasn’t close to Ayan —

in fact, she had always feared him.

Should she go and meet him?

Ayan’s eyes finally found her.

He looked at her slowly, then said in a deep calm voice,

> “Rahat… you didn’t miss me at all, did you?”

(Aayan ne usko upar se niche tk ache se dekha or kaha rahat tumne mujhe miss nhi kya)

Everyone turned to look.

Rahat froze.

> “It’s not like that, Bhaijaan…

I missed you too,” she whispered.

Her face was hidden,

but her trembling eyes showed her fear.

Her mother Saira smiled gently,

> “Go, beta. He’s your brother.

He won’t eat you!

You’re grown up now — don’t be scared.”

But even Saira knew —

everyone feared Ayan a little,

and Rahat just a bit more.

Slowly, Rahat walked toward him,

head bowed low.

He stood tall before her — silent, serious.

Without a word, he pulled her into a hug.

His hand rested on her waist —

protective yet strong.

For a moment he felt if he held her tighter,

she might break.

Rahat’s heartbeat raced.

She wore a white skirt, a light top, a denim jacket,

and a white hijab that framed her gentle face.

Ayan’s fingers brushed lightly over her waist

(Aayan ne rahat ke kamar ko dheere se masal diya)

then he let her go.

Poor Rahat couldn’t say a single word.

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One hug was enough to wake old memories…

but neither of them knew — destiny had just started to write their story.

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