Next morning, 10 AM, Kot Lakhpat Jail, Lahore.
Big jail, dirty, smelly.
Rayan, Ayesha, Rehan, Dadi, Fatima Bibi all went to meet Kamran.
Rayan had bought fruits, sweets, new clothes for his father, despite everything.
Kamran was in jail hospital, on bed, with heart attack, oxygen mask, looking very old, 60 years old, white hair, weak.
No longer mafia don, just old dying man.
When he saw Rayan and Rehan, he cried.
“Rayan…
my son…
you came…” Rayan stood far, holding Rehan’s hand, cold face, but eyes wet.
“Why did you call us?
What do you want?” Rayan said coldly.
Kamran removed oxygen mask, weak voice, “Rayan, I…
I have 2 months left, doctor said, heart failure, I will die in jail…
Before dying, I want to…
I want to ask forgiveness…
For leaving you and your mother 25 years ago…
For trying to kill Ayesha, Fatima Bibi, Rehan…
I was blind for money…
Now I have no money, no son Kabir respects me, no wife, only jail…
I realize…
love is bigger than money…
You had love, I had money, you won…” Ayesha, with big heart, came forward, despite Kamran trying to kill her twice.
“Kamran Uncle, we forgive you.
Because we have love, we can forgive.
Hate makes us like you.
Love makes us different.” Rehan, 5 years old, innocent, went to Kamran’s bed and touched his white hair.
“Dada, are you my Dada?
Papa said you are in jail because you did bad things.
But Mama says if someone says sorry, we forgive.
So I forgive you, Dada.” Kamran cried loudly, holding Rehan’s small hand.
“Rehan…
my grandson…
first time…
someone called me Dada…
Thank you, Beta…” He took out a small locket from under pillow, old gold locket, with photo of Rayan’s mother, young.
“Rayan, this is your mother’s locket, she gave me when we married, I kept it even after leaving her, I…
I always loved her, but I loved money more…
Give this to Ayesha, for your mother…
Tell her…
forgive me…” Rayan took locket, crying now, holding his father’s hand for first time in 25 years.
“Papa…” Kamran smiled, hearing “Papa” after 25 years, and closed his eyes peacefully.
Heartbeat stopped.
Machine beeped long beep.
Doctor came, checked, “He is no more.
Heart attack.
He died peacefully, smiling.” Rayan cried, holding his dead father, Rehan cried, Ayesha cried, Dadi cried, Fatima Bibi cried.
Even though Kamran was villain for 25 chapters, in death, he became human.
He died asking forgiveness, with grandson’s hand in his hand, with son calling him Papa after 25 years.
Jail allowed burial as per Muslim ritual.
Rayan did his father’s Janaza, gave him proper burial next to Rayan’s mother’s grave, fulfilling his last wish: “Bury me next to your mother, so in death we are together, which we couldn’t be in life.” At grave, Rayan put mud and said, “Papa, forgive me too, for hating you for 25 years.
Now you rest with Mama.
Both together.” Ayesha held him.
After burial, they came home, sad, but peaceful.
One villain story ended.
Kamran’s chapter closed.
Kabir was still in jail, 10 years left, but after father’s death, he also wrote letter to Rayan, “Bhai, forgive me too, I want to become good, teach me business in jail, I want to work in your company after release.” Rayan forgave Kabir too and said, “After 10 years, you can join company as junior, if you become good.” So both villains forgiven.
That night, Rehan slept early, tired.
Rayan and Ayesha were in bedroom, with mother’s locket, looking at Rayan’s mother’s photo.
“Your mother was so beautiful, Rayan, like you,” Ayesha said.
Rayan said, “Yes, and you are beautiful like her, and Rehan is handsome like her.” Ayesha smiled, then suddenly ran to bathroom and vomited!
Rayan ran, “Ayesha!
What happened?
Food poisoning?” Ayesha vomited again, then checked calendar on phone, face changed.
“Rayan…
my periods…
late…
15 days late…” Rayan’s eyes wide.
“What?
Again?
Second baby?” Ayesha took pregnancy kit from drawer, same like 5 years ago, and checked.
Two pink lines!
Positive!
Again!
“Rayan!
Positive!
Second baby!
Rehan will get brother or sister!” Rayan picked her up, spinning, like 5 years ago!
“SECOND BABY!
REHAN’S BROTHER!
AYESHA PREGNANT AGAIN!” He shouted so loud that Dadi, Fatima Bibi, Rehan woke up and came!
Dadi shouted, “Second baby?
Again?
Wah!” Rehan, 5 years old, hearing, jumped, “Mama!
Brother?
My brother coming?
Like Alishba’s brother?” Ayesha, vomiting but happy, nodded, “Yes, Rehan, your brother or sister coming!
In 9 months!” Rehan hugged her belly, even though no bump yet, “Hello, brother!
I am Rehan Bhai!
I will protect you!
Like Papa protected me!” Whole family celebrated again, like 5 years ago, sweets distributed, but this time no gunman, no villain, only happiness.
Rayan called doctor, doctor confirmed, “Yes, 3 weeks pregnant!
Second baby!” Rayan put hand on Ayesha’s flat stomach and whispered, “Hello, baby number 2?
This is Papa Rayan again!
And big brother Rehan!
Come soon, we are waiting!” Ayesha laughed, crying, “Rayan, Rehan wanted sibling yesterday, and today Allah gave!
Rehan’s dua accepted so fast!” Rehan said, “Mama, if brother comes, I will give him my Spider-Man toys!
If sister comes, I will give her my chocolate!” Dadi said, “If girl, name Aiza, like we planned 5 years ago!” Fatima Bibi said, “If boy, name Rayan again