Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 𝓞𝓯 𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮

Asfandyaar and Zubab were growing beautifully after their marriage. Asfandyaar prioritised Zubab before anyone. Zarmain was the happiest to witness him loving her daughter so much but in every story, there is someone who is ready to destroy others.

In the life of Asfandyaar and Zubab, it was people.

They don't leave any chance to knock Zubab on coming from a middle class family. Maham is in good terms with Zubab. Sweeter and kind, it was pretty shocking for Zubab to acknowledge Maham being kind to her.

No one except Azeem knows about the past life of Zubab in Shah house. Asfandyaar made sure to invite everyone to the after wedding party after a few days of the actual wedding.

The party was to be conducted in the evening. Zubab was still in the hospital. She received a text from Asfandyaar. She smiles looking at the ID she saved his number with. A with a heart. He had her heart.

A♡: Jaan, you are seriously checking patients when you should be checking out your fit for the eve?

Jaan. Just the way she read it made her grin like an idiot. Once, she believed his ex-husband calling it made her happy but she realised calling it and meaning it are totally different things. He meant calling her his soul. She was his soul.

Zubab: I am done, honey!

A♡: *unconscious on hearing my honey calling me honey*

Zubab: *chuckles*

The evening arrived, the Shah Mansion was glistening with lights and the servants running around to settle everything perfectly. Asfandyaar got ready in Moosa's room to let the beauticians be comfortable in Zubab and his' room as they doll up his wife.

"It's my after-party." Asfandyaar looks up at Moosa who is checking his hair in the long mirror and taking mirror selfies. "I know."

"Then stop acting as if it's yours."

"I am not acting. I am the single Shah now. The hottest bachelor." Moosa runs his fingers in his hair and sits next to Asfandyaar. The mirror was in front of them. So, without asking Moosa captured another picture, this time with his brother in the frame.

They looked fine and natural.

"I look good in every angle," Moosa says, zooming in his face. "You look okay..."

"Save that for the next brownies." Asfandyaar glares at him. "I don't care brother. I have bhabhi. I know the exact phone number of bhabhi, I will send all your ugly childhood pictures if you don't agree to my wishes."

Asfandyaar smirks. "She saw it."

"You are a liar." Moosa gets up and walks towards the door. "I need to check up on deserts. Are you coming?"