Book 1 of the Holy Matrimony series
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Makhfi: Adjective. hidden, secret, concealed
6 lives on a journey for success, will they succeed in their goal or not.
/The story revolves around 2 souls who are tied together but can't be together. Join the...
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Chapter 1
Third persons POV
Dim lights, surrounded by nothingness, she sat alone, her mind filled with unsaid thoughts. thoughts that visited her often to remind her of what she had and what she lost.
A knock on the door disturbs her, a lady also in her late twenties enters and says "Everyone else has already left and have gone home ,you should also head out " it was Saira her secretary and best friend .
she just hummed in response, still lost in the past. Saira passed her friend a tight lipped smile, she had seen her like this multiple times, and each time sympathy passed over her features for her friend "This is wrong, you're not only torturing your own self but also traumatizing the good memories you had....move on or forgive him." her words echoed in the air, the truth out loud stood there waiting for her to accept it or let it go. Her only response was to dismiss the discussion, because it was the safest option. and playing safe was better, and that's what she was good at. "Saira tum ghar chali gao, main bhi nikal hi rahi hu." Saira passed her one last look before she left the room. A deep breath left her lips as she got up to head out. Her brunette hair fell down her back as she packed up her stuff, her mind still on that person who had stolen her peace since last two years, since the day they broke apart.
Life has been a huge mess since last two year's, since the time she left everything and came back.
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Meanwhile, nine men approached the sprawling estate of Azhar Khan.
Five of them were in their late twenties, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, their youth carrying the quiet confidence of men who had seen power up close and survived it. With them walked four elder men, seasoned and commanding, their presence heavier, their expressions carved by years of authority and influence. All nine were dressed in simple shalwar kameez, deliberately understated, yet nothing about them was ordinary.
It was the kind of simplicity worn by men who did not need to announce themselves.
As they passed through the wrought-iron gates, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The aura surrounding them spoke of wealth, dominance, and unspoken control, the kind that did not rely on loud voices or visible weapons. This was power that walked calmly, knowing doors would open, one way or another.
One of the younger men stepped forward and rang the bell.
They waited.
Seconds stretched into minutes, the silence thick, broken only by the distant rustle of trees and the low hum of the city beyond the estate walls. Finally, the door opened.
A man in his late fifties stood there, tall despite the silver threading through his hair, his posture firm and unyielding. His sharp, assessing gaze swept over the men before him, not with fear, but with measured caution.
It was Azhar Khan.
The man of the house. A formidable businessman whose name carried weight in boardrooms and beyond. And above all, the father of three daughters, his three princesses, whom he guarded with the same intensity he protected his empire.
He did not step aside immediately. His presence alone filled the doorway, as if the house itself stood behind him, alert and watchful. The air between the two sides tightened, heavy with anticipation.
This was not a social visit.
Something had arrived at Azhar Khan's doorstep, and whatever it was, it would not leave without changing the course of the night.
Azhar's POV
The bell was ringing continuously, I walked towards the door expecting my impatient daughters but when I opened the door, I was not ready for what I saw.
In front of me stood my four elder brothers and 5 of my nephews.
A few minutes we all stood in awkward silence and then I spoke" Asalam u alaikum "
They all responded with Walaikum Salam.
I stood aside and gave them space to enter.
Shahvaiz POV
When Azhar chachu opened the door there was an awkward silence .It had to be a shock for him as he last saw us four years before on Omair bhais wedding.
We all sat down in the living room, the whole house was decorated beautifully and held simplicity.
A few moments later Azhar chachu spoke dismissing the silence
Azhar: "Yaha ana kaisey hua ap logo ka?"
Baba: "Ithink it's time ke hum purani baatein bhul jaye"
Azhar chachu responded "Bhai aplog yaha agai mere liye wohi bohat hai ,ap isko apna hi ghar sumjhay."
We all started comfortably chatting with each other about business .
Azhar chachu was continuously checking the time , so I asked "Koi masla hai kya chachu ".
Everyone's attention was to us now
Azhar chachu said that "Just waiting for the 3 of them."
When chachu said Mehr's name Shahzain got stiff in his seat, I shrugged it of thinking maybe because he is seeing her after 16 years.
Chacha Asim said "ati hongi bas.ker kya rahi hai aj kal.
Azhar chacha said "Noor aur ZUNI mera business sambhal rahi hai ,mehr phupa ka aur apna business sambhal rahi hai".
Mehrma's POV
I parked my car and stepped out, two silhouettes stood near the door, I huffed in a deep breath and walked towards them, both of them were up to something it was obvious. i called out Mahnoor's name as I approached them. A woman in her late twenties looked at me, her brown eyes shone under the nightlight.
Zunaira the youngest out of us 3 was huffing about something, probably she did something and now needed help in resolving the issue. typical Zunaira. She was in her early twenties, brown hair and brown eyes, lean figure and a slender neck. she was the prettiest one. a figure to up hold and personality bright enough to attract everyone.
Mahnoor replied "Wo hum late ho gai aur hum baba ko batana bhul gai."
Mehrma: So what?
Zunaira: Thia is what I was saying." she spoke dramatically huffing in the process as if telling a fact. In return I just rolled my eyes at their dramatic-ness.
Mahnoor just shrugged her head as if she was really not in the mood to listen to either one of us.
Mehrma: "Kuch nahi hota" I exclaimed and motioned both of them to move aside
I opened the door and saw that the lights of drawing room was on so I asked Noor and Zuni if we were expecting guests and they replied with NO!
It was weird to have guest at our house except for a certain family, which were not welcomed here by any three of us. those people were Mahnoor's in laws. I wasn't a big fan of them if you haven't guessed until now.
We all marched towards the drawing room and opened the door to see my four Taya's and 4 of my male cousins and then finally I saw the person who is the reason of my destruction my one and only husband
