the last noor : chapter 6

Title : The Return to Light

Aryan's condition worsened with each passing day. Once a vibrant, confident man, now he barely spoke, lost in a daze of memories and shadows. His mother, unable to watch her son wither away, tried every cure the world could offer. The best psychiatrists declared the truth she feared the most—Aryan could only be healed if he reunited with the one he truly loved.

On the other side of the city, Zahira was no longer the fragile girl from the past. The pouch of diamonds she brought back from the dark realm had become her seed to bloom. Alongside Sajiya, Aahil and Yasmin's daughter, she launched a unique art and design brand that combined culture, mystery, and power. Zahira's sharp mind and Sajiya's passion turned them into a force the business world couldn't ignore. Within months, they had risen to the 8th most powerful company in the country.

Zahira became a celebrity—talented, graceful, and admired by all. Yet, in the silence of her room, when the lights went off and applause faded, she felt an ache—a hollow space Aryan once filled.

One evening, Aryan's mother, broken and desperate, knocked at Zahira's mansion with Aryan beside her—disoriented, lost, murmuring Zahira's name over and over. The moment Zahira opened the door, Aryan's dull eyes lit up for the first time in months. He rushed into her arms, sobbing, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… don't leave me again."

Zahira held him tightly, whispering, "It's okay… you're safe now. I'm here."

From that day on, Zahira took care of him—nursing his mind, speaking to him with kindness, and slowly bringing pieces of him back.

But peace never lasts long.

One night, a group of masked men, rivals of Aryan's powerful family, discovered his weakness. They infiltrated Zahira's villa, armed with weapons and cruelty. But what they didn't expect was Zahira's true form. As they charged, Zahira's instincts kicked in—the reflexes, the speed, and the Weapon of Death she had taken from the dark realm surged into her hands. Her eyes gleamed red for a moment as she fought with the strength of a hundred warriors. One by one, she took them down.

But the floor was soaked in blood. Her heart beat fast, and her hands trembled—not with fear, but with something darker.

Zahira wasn't herself anymore.

Zahra was taking over.

She stared at her reflection, her eyes flickering between hers and Zahra's. "No," she whispered. "This isn't me."

Panicked and broken, Zahira rushed to Aahil. After hearing everything, Aahil looked serious but calm. "There is one place," he said. "An ancient church… where Rayan first met me, when I was still Malik. That place… it's sacred. It might be the only place powerful enough to cleanse what's clinging to you."

"Will it help Aryan too?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yes. But you must bring the weapon with you."

With Aryan by her side—confused, fragile, and still whispering her name—they made the journey. The old church stood hidden in the forest, untouched by time. The moment they stepped inside, a warm wave of light passed through them. The air shimmered as if the spirits of the past had been waiting.

As Zahira stood near the altar, the darkness that once clung to her started to burn away. The whispers stopped. Zahra's grip loosened. She gasped, her body falling to the ground as Aryan caught her.

At that very moment, Aryan's eyes widened. The fog in his mind cleared.

"I remember," he whispered. "Zahira… Zahra… the cave… the betrayal… everything. I remember it all."

And for the first time in what felt like eternity, he looked at her with full clarity and love.

They had both returned—not just to each other, but to themselves.

From that day on, the nightmares stopped. The haunting dreams, the shadows of the past, the broken pieces of other lives—all vanished like mist in the morning sun. Neither Zahira nor Aryan ever saw those visions again.

They were finally free.

In the weeks that followed, Aryan and Zahira got married in a quiet ceremony under the same stars that once witnessed their pain. Their hands, once tied by destiny and torn by time, were now held together by choice, by peace, by love.

They built a life filled with warmth, creativity, laughter, and light. And with each sunrise, they healed—not just themselves, but the wounds of generations that came before.

The love that was lost across lifetimes had finally found its way back—and this time, it won.