Meruza was sleeping peacefully when Haya knocked at her door, in the middle of the night. She got up to see who it was at this time, half curious and half annoyed. Annoyed because her precious sleep was disturbed for whatever reason it is.
"Who's it?" Meruza asked in her sleepy voice. The moment she opened the door, a very teary-eyed Haya barged into her room, taking her by surprise.
"Haya? What's wrong?" Meruza was now fully awake. She strides towards Haya, who sat on her bed, worryingly. Haya looked like she'd burst out crying any moment.

"Your cousin is the biggest jerk I've ever seen," Haya muttered furiously as she controlled herself from not crying. He was definitely not worth her tears. And she considers it's weak to cry in front of others. That's what she's been telling herself continuously but her heart was so hurt from his actions. She couldn't hold on to that tears anymore.
"I heard Chachi and you talk about his birthday, and I thought I'd surprise him with a cake and he just threw it away. I mean who does that?" Haya asked as she wiped away her damn tears which wouldn't stop flowing. As she recollected that moment again, it hurt her a hundred times more.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Meruza's eyes widened in shock as she gasped at the new piece of information. That explained her mother's sudden interest in Abrar's birthday. Damn, she was such a cunning woman.
"I baked him a cake." Haya sniffled as she stared at Meruza confusedly.
"Haya... you don't understand. I mean didn't Abrar tell you. He should have. What an idiot that guy is. Let me just go and give him a slap myself. You wait here. Please stop crying, I'll ask him to come and apologize to you. Just wait here." Meruza was so furious. Haya was furthermore confused. She looked at the disappearing image of Meruza with a frown.
What a weird family!

***
Abrar was smoking angrily when Meruza barged into his room, with a furious and annoyed face. Her eyes fell on the destroyed cake first and then she shot him a dirty glare.
"You do realize how much of a jerk you're, right?" Meruza asked as she stared at the cigarette in his hands and then shot him a furious glare.
"Stop it Meruza." Abrar snapped at her rudely, to which she rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"Answer me, Abrar. Did you tell her about Ayaan's death?" he gave her a blank stare as a reply.
"Then what else do you expect from her, Abrar? Huh. She was your freaking wife, Haya deserved to know. First of all, you did not say her anything and when she wanted to do something nice because she wasn't aware of things, you behave like a jerk. What is her fault in this?" Meruza lashed out at him.
"I almost forgot about this day, Meruza. I didn't even realize it was our birthday. What else would you expect from me, when she woke me up in the middle of the night to celebrate my fucking birthday. The same date when I lost my twin? I wasn't in my senses, all my mind could process was the date and the memories related to it." Abrar shot back, his voice cracked slightly at the memories of his twin.
"It was Ammi who told her about your birthday." A moment of realization passes through his mind.
"I'm sorry, Abrar. I can feel you; I really do. But it still wasn't Haya's fault, technically you should have told this to her earlier and then it wouldn't have gone this far. She has taken so much effort to bake that cake hoping that you'd be happy only to get such a sick response?" Meruza asked him angrily, disappointment clearly evident in her voice.
"I lost my mind, okay. Stop reminding it to me again and again." Abrar whisper yelled. She stared at him blankly not believing how easily he has accepted his fault. He never does that. Like never! And this was a first.
"Are you going to apologize to her?" she shot him a glare, he shrugged.
"I will. Okay. Now please leave. I wish to be alone." Abrar sighed. And the angry Meruza melted at that. She could feel what he must have been going through. It was hard to lose your sibling, who was so close to you. She knew that feeling.
"Don't smoke too much." That is all she said before leaving his room.
Abrar stared at his cigarette and smashed it on the ashtray. Smoking wasn't helping today. The look of hurt on Haya's face before she left the room was piercing his heart. He hits his hand on the wall in anger but winced in pain, as it was already injured and was in the healing process.
He hoped that Haya would forgive him though.
***
The next morning at the breakfast, everyone knew Haya and Abrar have fought because of the change in their seating positions. It was Haya who changed her place and sat beside Meruza. Bano was doing a happy mental dance as she saw the look of hurt on Abrar's face. Nothing gives her more happiness than seeing Abrar Shah in pain. She'd do anything to hurt him. This was nothing after all.
Bi jaan and Sarah passed worried glances to each other as they felt the heat of the situation. Ibrahim and Jubair were oblivion to any of these. All they could worry about was finishing the breakfast quickly and attend the important party meeting.
Haya felt the heated gaze of Abrar's eyes on her. But she didn't care. She had her head on the plate and not once she raised it. Her whole focus was the breakfast.
"Abrar beta, why are you not eating anything?" Bano asked in her sugar-coating voice, clearly enjoying the drama which she has created.
"I'm not hungry." Abrar abruptly left the table, shocking everyone. Now Haya did raise her head. She looked at him with a frown, as he walked upstairs.
"What happened to him?" asked the clueless Ibrahim.
"Don't you know it's his birthday today? He must be upset." Bano smirked wickedly as she saw the colours change in everyone's face.
"Ammi. Just eat." Meruza hissed at her, but Bano didn't care. She has got what she wanted. And now she was super happy.
Haya watched all of this with a confused face. Why would anyone be upset about their birthday? What's wrong with this crazy family?
Soon enough everyone left the table abruptly, except for Bano who was eating her breakfast as if nothing was wrong.
Haya too got up from her chair as she lost the appetite to eat any more, confused as hell. Wondering what was wrong with all of them.
But she was extremely pissed right now and wanted Abrar to know it.
With a smirk, she too climbed upstairs and stopped in front of the door. Taking heavy breaths, she opened it and made sure to shut it with a loud bang. Abrar snapped his head at her dramatic entry.
He was upset until a moment ago, but all he wanted to do right now was to ask sorry and clear things between them. They were doing great until yesterday and he didn't want his anger to spoil it all.
"Ha.." he opened his mouth to call her, but she ignored Abrar like he never existed and walked to the dressing table. Looking at him through the corner of her eyes, she applied talcum on her face. And made sure to mess up the whole table as she placed it back, totally intentionally. Not even bothering to clean it up.
Abrar frowned as he saw the mess. He seriously hated mess. And Haya was doing exactly that. With an innocent shrug, she walked into the dressing room and when she came out, he could see the pile of her clothes which she threw down, from outside.
He was sure that she's doing all of this intentionally, hitting him at his weak points. Even at the dining table, she let her dupatta down. Not bothering to place it on her head. He wanted to tell her to wear it properly but after the look of anger which she passed on his way, he decided against it.
Looking at the condition of his room now reminded him of the first night of their wedding. Their first encounter as husband and wife, with Haya in her weird bridal pyjama. Looking back at the memory made him feel bittersweet.
So, she was showing her anger in this way. Did it bother him? Heck yeah...
Abrar watched her jump on the bed with a huff as he sat on the sofa watching her keenly. She looked really pissed right now and he wondered how should he approach her and ask sorry. What if she hits him or something?
"Haya?"
Ignorance.
"Well, look, about yesterday..." Abrar trailed off.
Ignorance again.
"Did you hear someone talking with you, Haya? No right? Let's go out then." Haya hopped down the bed as she made sure to mess up the bedspread and walked out of the room. Whilst flipping her hair in Bollywood style.
"Oh, Allah. She's talking with herself again. What a crazy woman!" Abrar stared at his door in disbelief.
Well, pacifying the angry Hayat Ali is not an easy job after all.