Anaisha was going to visit Hasan's home for the first time as their daughter-in-law. She didn't know, why it was an issue and why she was panicking. Normally, she never cared about what people thought of her. But this time, she couldn't pick what to wear. She didn't want to be too flashy nor too underdone. Also, she had mostly sleeveless blouses. It was frustrating. Finally, she picked a pink floral full-sleeved blouse and plain pink saree, that she neatly, draped, and pleated, making sure there was minimum skin showing.
At the exit of the airport, Hasan gave his hand to her. Mindlessly, she handed him, her luggage. He gave her a puzzled look.
"Let's go," Anaisha replied, putting on her aviator sunglasses and walking ahead of him.
"Be careful." Hasan helped Anaisha sit on the man-pulled rickshaw. It was on her insistence; else he was in favor of hiring a taxi. Anaisha adjusted her saree and shifted. Hasan sat beside her, and she was squeezed to the side.
"Are you comfortable?"
She nodded, touching her meenakari, double-layered Jhumkas.
Anaisha felt her heartbeat increase as she walked with Hasan. The road was a little uneven and so, she held him tightly. Few people passed greeting Hasan and passing a look at Anaisha.
"Beta, Hasan." Keshavji's booming voice greeted him. Hasan stiffened. He respected Keshavji a lot, he and his family has done so much for them. But he feared his reaction upon knowing Anaisha was his wife.
The man held his Dhoti and limped towards them. The pestering sprain in his left knee made it difficult for him to walk. But for a man in his eighties, his health was good.
"Namaste, Keshavji." Hasan folded his palms and lowered his head.
"Bless you." Keshavji ran his palm over his head. Then, his gaze traveled to Anaisha. She copied Hasan. He nodded at her.
"Um, Keshavji, she is Anaisha. My—um—wife." He introduced them, crossing his fingers behind his back.
Keshavji took a moment and then smiled, nodding his head. He blessed Anaisha as well and suggested she should visit their place and meet his daughter-in-law. Anaisha agreed.
Hasan pushed the door and stepped into his house. In the courtyard, there was his father, Mahmood Rauf.
"Asalam Aliakum, Abbi."
His father placed the newspaper beside him and smiled brightly at his son. He walked to his son and embraced him. Hasan closed his eyes with a small smile on his face. After they parted Mahmood called out to his family and soon, his wife, Bilal and Zahir also came out into the courtyard. Momina's face turned bitter upon looking at her daughter-in-law.
Anaisha was interested in Zahir's reaction, but strangely, she couldn't decipher his look.
Bilal hurried to Hasan and hugged him, then greeted Anaisha politely. She smiled back, acknowledging him.
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The Bad Girl- ANAISHA ✔️ (Completed)
عاطفية(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl) Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...