Omar Shah Almeer, has entered his room which was dim, candles and full moon were the only things giving luminous to it, fragrance of the room was so strong that it almost gave him a headache, as he isn't big fan of flowers. Even floor had red rose patels when he clearly told hus sister not to do such a things, rolling his eyes at his sister, Omar closed the door of his room, locking it when he turned to go to the bed, its when his eyes fall on the petite girl sitting on the bedHis wife! His chest puffed up in happiness, as a small smile made its way on his lips.His king sized bed had white silk sheet and, white and red roses spreading there, she was sitting in the middle of it, hugging her legs to herself, her hands which were covered with henna was shivering and placed on her knees, her face was covered, he couldn't get better look of herTaking slow and steady steps toward her, he just stand beside the bed. But, his bride seems to be lost somewhere else.To gain her attention, he
*Flashback* "It is tasty right?" Asked Iman, as she stuffed his mouth with sweet that she made. "Hmm, it is." Mouth still full of sweet, Dabir replied, and picked another piece from her tiffin box. "Why did you make this? Obviously not for me." He asked, still relishing the sweet. "For my niece Madiha. My sister has come to visit us. And Madiha has become so mischievous. Last time I saw her, she was this size." Iman made cup of her hands to show Dabir how little Madiha was, and now, Madiha has started walking and talking, she was growing up fast according to Iman. Madiha was very dear to Iman and it was visible in her eyes which gleam in happiness. "Oh, I just remember, I have to pick Zamin from his school. I am sorry, Iman, but I have to go." Dabir quickly picked his bag and got up to leave. "But tiffin." Iman called after him, telling him to take the sweet box with him as it was for him. But Dabir was running late and didn't listen to her, making Iman shook her head negativel
Madiha was always close to Iman. Even now, she was with Iman in her room, filling her with every tiniest details of her marriage. "How did you two meet?" Iman asked, suddenly"I forgot to tell you that." Madiha smacked her forehead and said, as if it was the most important thing. Well it was, she wanted to tell Iman everything that happened in her life from past five years. Last she met Iman was five years ago, that too when Madiha with her parents went to London. "We met because of my friend Hamna..." Madiha took a sip of her coffee and started telling her. •••*Flashback* "Please!" Hamna requested while holding her hands together in front of Madiha. "What? Are you mad? No!" Shaking her head, Madiha refused. "You are my friend no?" Mustering up innocent face, Hamna asked. "I am your friend and that's why I am saying no." "Madiha, please, I don't wanna get married yet." "No one is telling you to marry tomorrow, you are only going to meet him, to know him." Madiha tried to r
"Do you accept the marriage?" "I do." Madiha said from behind the veil, her voice was undertone and shivering. The moment of vows made the bold Madiha shy. As Madiha accepted the marriage, the hall was filled with congratulations. Priest went to groom's side, who was sitting opposite of Madiha and flower curtains was between them. Priest asked the same question to groom three times. And Zamin accepted it three times. As he spoke third time, the curtains was drawn out, making both groom and bride to see each other, though Madiha's face was hidden behind the veil.Getting up, Zamin went to Madiha, sitting on his knees infront of her, he unveiled her face. Madiha's eyes were glimmered with tears but as she saw happy face of Zamin, her own face broke into a huge smile. Smiling, Zamin pecked on her forehead. •••When Zamin and Madiha were sitting together on sofa, Zamin nudged her and shrugged his collar, as if asking her if his off white suit is good. On which she nod her head, wi
"You know Aunt Iman will live here now." At night, after they returned from Madiha's house, Madiha told Zamin, excitedly. "What?" Zamin, who was engrossed in his phone, raised his head and asked. "Aunt Iman won't go back to London, she will stay here in India with mummy papa." Taking of her bracelet, Madiha explained. "That's nice, she must be alone in London. It is a good thing she decided to live here with everyone." Zamin nods his head and again focuses on his phone. "You are right." Madiha also nods her head, thinking about Iman's loneliness, this thought upset her further, how did Iman live all these years by herself? Without the support of a companion?This sudden question brought Dabir's thoughts in her mind. "Tell me one thing, why is your uncle still single?" She voiced her thoughts. "Huh? What?" "Your uncle, Dabir uncle, he never married right? Why?" Getting up from the dresser, Madiha went to sit beside him on the bed and asked. "Actually the thing is.. first promis
It was Friday afternoon when Madiha visited her parents but found no one was at home except Iman, who was reading a book in the lawn.Seeing Madiha made Iman happy as she put her book down on the table and took off her reading specs."When did you come?" Getting up, Iman hugged Madiha and asked."I was missing everyone here, so Zamin dropped me.""Where is he?" Iman looked behind Madiha, expecting Zamin there, but when she found no one, she turned to Madiha and asked."Oh, he was getting late, so he left.""You should have invited him for tea, at least." Iman was disappointed."It's okay. He can have tea in the office.""Madiha, he is our son-in-law. It is not a good thing that he came to our house and left from the gate.""It's okay, aunt. Chill." Madiha was still careless, not understanding why a son-in-law gets so much attention and hype."Let's go inside." Iman thought it was no use talking to Madiha and invited her in."Where are Mama and Papa?""They've gone to a retirement part
Ambling around the living room, lost in her thoughts, Hafsa Siddique once again dialled his number and the put the phone on her ear. The voice of the caller girl came from the other side, informing that the number she is dialling is switched off. Taking a deep breath in, Hafsa sat on the sofa.Where are you? She asked in her heart, as she again looked at the wall clock. It was past midnight and he has still not returned from office.He has never been this careless before. Whenever he had to work late, he would at least msg her. But today, no msg from his side came, nor he is receiving her calls. Hafsa was now apprehensive, all the horrible thoughts starting making place in her mind. She didn't want to think anything bad happens to him but her thoughts were getting as grimy as the night.
The rays of the sun fall on her face, enhancing her beauty with its gleam as she stirred in her sleep. Turning to her left side, Hafsa hug the comforter more close her and reaches her arm out to hold Daniyal. But found his side of the bed empty.Opening her eyes, she looked around to find him, but he was nowhere.He must have left for his morning exercise. Thinking this, she sat up and put her long brown hair in a bun.Today, she has to go to the office. There was an important meeting which she couldn't miss.•••"Huzaifa, Ayaan, Wake up." After getting ready, Hafsa went to her sons'
It was Friday afternoon when Madiha visited her parents but found no one was at home except Iman, who was reading a book in the lawn.Seeing Madiha made Iman happy as she put her book down on the table and took off her reading specs."When did you come?" Getting up, Iman hugged Madiha and asked."I was missing everyone here, so Zamin dropped me.""Where is he?" Iman looked behind Madiha, expecting Zamin there, but when she found no one, she turned to Madiha and asked."Oh, he was getting late, so he left.""You should have invited him for tea, at least." Iman was disappointed."It's okay. He can have tea in the office.""Madiha, he is our son-in-law. It is not a good thing that he came to our house and left from the gate.""It's okay, aunt. Chill." Madiha was still careless, not understanding why a son-in-law gets so much attention and hype."Let's go inside." Iman thought it was no use talking to Madiha and invited her in."Where are Mama and Papa?""They've gone to a retirement part
"You know Aunt Iman will live here now." At night, after they returned from Madiha's house, Madiha told Zamin, excitedly. "What?" Zamin, who was engrossed in his phone, raised his head and asked. "Aunt Iman won't go back to London, she will stay here in India with mummy papa." Taking of her bracelet, Madiha explained. "That's nice, she must be alone in London. It is a good thing she decided to live here with everyone." Zamin nods his head and again focuses on his phone. "You are right." Madiha also nods her head, thinking about Iman's loneliness, this thought upset her further, how did Iman live all these years by herself? Without the support of a companion?This sudden question brought Dabir's thoughts in her mind. "Tell me one thing, why is your uncle still single?" She voiced her thoughts. "Huh? What?" "Your uncle, Dabir uncle, he never married right? Why?" Getting up from the dresser, Madiha went to sit beside him on the bed and asked. "Actually the thing is.. first promis
"Do you accept the marriage?" "I do." Madiha said from behind the veil, her voice was undertone and shivering. The moment of vows made the bold Madiha shy. As Madiha accepted the marriage, the hall was filled with congratulations. Priest went to groom's side, who was sitting opposite of Madiha and flower curtains was between them. Priest asked the same question to groom three times. And Zamin accepted it three times. As he spoke third time, the curtains was drawn out, making both groom and bride to see each other, though Madiha's face was hidden behind the veil.Getting up, Zamin went to Madiha, sitting on his knees infront of her, he unveiled her face. Madiha's eyes were glimmered with tears but as she saw happy face of Zamin, her own face broke into a huge smile. Smiling, Zamin pecked on her forehead. •••When Zamin and Madiha were sitting together on sofa, Zamin nudged her and shrugged his collar, as if asking her if his off white suit is good. On which she nod her head, wi
Madiha was always close to Iman. Even now, she was with Iman in her room, filling her with every tiniest details of her marriage. "How did you two meet?" Iman asked, suddenly"I forgot to tell you that." Madiha smacked her forehead and said, as if it was the most important thing. Well it was, she wanted to tell Iman everything that happened in her life from past five years. Last she met Iman was five years ago, that too when Madiha with her parents went to London. "We met because of my friend Hamna..." Madiha took a sip of her coffee and started telling her. •••*Flashback* "Please!" Hamna requested while holding her hands together in front of Madiha. "What? Are you mad? No!" Shaking her head, Madiha refused. "You are my friend no?" Mustering up innocent face, Hamna asked. "I am your friend and that's why I am saying no." "Madiha, please, I don't wanna get married yet." "No one is telling you to marry tomorrow, you are only going to meet him, to know him." Madiha tried to r
*Flashback* "It is tasty right?" Asked Iman, as she stuffed his mouth with sweet that she made. "Hmm, it is." Mouth still full of sweet, Dabir replied, and picked another piece from her tiffin box. "Why did you make this? Obviously not for me." He asked, still relishing the sweet. "For my niece Madiha. My sister has come to visit us. And Madiha has become so mischievous. Last time I saw her, she was this size." Iman made cup of her hands to show Dabir how little Madiha was, and now, Madiha has started walking and talking, she was growing up fast according to Iman. Madiha was very dear to Iman and it was visible in her eyes which gleam in happiness. "Oh, I just remember, I have to pick Zamin from his school. I am sorry, Iman, but I have to go." Dabir quickly picked his bag and got up to leave. "But tiffin." Iman called after him, telling him to take the sweet box with him as it was for him. But Dabir was running late and didn't listen to her, making Iman shook her head negativel
Omar Shah Almeer, has entered his room which was dim, candles and full moon were the only things giving luminous to it, fragrance of the room was so strong that it almost gave him a headache, as he isn't big fan of flowers. Even floor had red rose patels when he clearly told hus sister not to do such a things, rolling his eyes at his sister, Omar closed the door of his room, locking it when he turned to go to the bed, its when his eyes fall on the petite girl sitting on the bedHis wife! His chest puffed up in happiness, as a small smile made its way on his lips.His king sized bed had white silk sheet and, white and red roses spreading there, she was sitting in the middle of it, hugging her legs to herself, her hands which were covered with henna was shivering and placed on her knees, her face was covered, he couldn't get better look of herTaking slow and steady steps toward her, he just stand beside the bed. But, his bride seems to be lost somewhere else.To gain her attention, he
The room was filled with a mixed fragrance of burning candles, red flowers, and perfume. The situation inside of her was also mixed, she wanted to cry, because this was the first time she is away from her family. She was happy that she is going to start a new verse of her life, she was scared while thinking of the future, and her husband whom she got married to a few hours ago.How he is? Or more likely who he is? Hana Khan doesn't even know what her husband looks like.She hadn't saw him, it was purely arrange marriage from both side. She knows his name Omar Shah Almeer, the name itself screams power and dominance.She had a glimpse of him. But, only a glimpse, nothing else. That too of his back, not his face.It was the day when his family came to her house to fix the date of marriage, he was also with them. He was in the living room with their families. While Hana was in kitchen with her sister-in-law, preparing for dinner. "Hana! Pass me the paste from fridge." Ramsha asked her
"Your wife has been stressing over something alot. Please make sure she is fine and doesn't stress at all. Otherwise it'll effect both the mother and the child." Holding Subh-Dil's hand in his, Ammar recalled the advice of the doctor. "What it is that is making you stress? Please tell me so I can help you." He rubbed the back of her hand against his cheek, and mumbles. "Please, Subh-Dil, don't keep it all in your heart, just let it go and leave everything on me." He stayed like that for what felt like infinity, and then softly kissed her knuckles. He placed her hand on her stomach and left. If Subh-Dil wanted, she would have told him everything. But she didnt. He needed to find out the truth. He needed to know about Azam Tahir. What had he to do with Subh-Dil? He deserved to know the truth. But what kind of truth, when Subh-Dil isn't ready to tell anything. And if she isn't going to tell him anything, he'll find out the truth by himself. He ran his hand through his hair several
"Soni and I know each other since childhood. We loved each other and wanted to get married but my father didn't agree because of our status differences. That's why we ran away from our houses.""But my mother fall sick and I had to return home.""You can ask anyone from the village, Soni was missing from her house for three days." A stranger was standing in his office, talking awful words about his wife, but Ammar wasn't the man who would just sit there listening to all of this. He threw the man out of his office and told his men to give him a good beat. Ammar didn't know who he was, his guard told him someone name Azam Tahir is here from Aaspur, Subh-Dil's hometown. Thinking he must be her relative, Ammar allowed him to come in.The rubbish he said about Subh-Dil made Ammar's blood boil, he wasn't able to concentrate on his work anymore. He decided to take a day off and go home. He thought of talking about it to Subh-Dil but then