Love Tales Of Khan Villa

Chapter 1

A beautiful mansion can be seen on the outskirts of the city. The city is known for its beauty in the whole world. It is known for the presence of several parks and forests, including the Margalla Hills National Park and the Shakarparian. It is home to several landmarks, with the most notable one being the Faisal Mosque, the largest mosque in South Asia and the fifth-largest in the world. The city itself possesses a sense of calmness and purity. Yes! The city is none other than the capital of Pakistan, Islamabad. A magnificent villa stood there surrounded by acres of gardens. There was a board outside the main gate which said "THE KHAN VILLA". The khans were known for their intelligence, wisdom, gracefulness, and bravery. They were the king of business which started as a small shop by their great grandfather and his wife. The business flourished and soon reach great heights. Then the CEO position got passed on to his generation and now it is in the hand of second born of Usman Abdullah Khan.
As we go inside the villa its beauty intensifies even more. Having a mix of beige, grey, skin, and brown color the villa looks even more exquisite than outside.

A young girl is seen ascending the stairs in a drowsy mood. With her tan skin, long black hair, and features that she inherited from her mother, she looks pretty and cute.

"Haye Allah g phir se Monday. Ku ajata hai itni jaldi Monday. Thori si Sunday ki raat lambi kr detay. Apko pata hai na nafrat hai mughe Monday se phir bhi app baar baar le ate isko. Mughe nahi university jana. Kia azaab hai ye." (Oh God again Monday. Why does it come so fast? You should have extended Sunday night. You know I hate Monday but still, you bring it every time. I don't want to go to the university).
Yes, the girl is none other than our youngest Khan, Zinia. Who apparently like everyone hates Monday?

She sees her mother and Amina bi working in the kitchen and goes there.

"Assalam o Alaikum! Ammi. Kya ban raha hai. Bohut achi khusbo arahi." (Mom. What are you cooking? It smells so nice).

"Walaikum Salam! Beta aj tumhare Baba ki farmayish pr desi ghee ke paratha ban rahe." (Today I am making clarified butter parathas on your dad's request).

"Oh waqai! Kia baat hai." (Oh really! Wow).

"Acha ab jao aur sbko table pe bula lao." (Okay now go and call everyone on the table).

"Arrey Ammi Zakwan bhai to wese bhi Baba ke sath bethe kuch discuss kr rahey hai. Zaviyar bhai waqat ke paband hain khudi ajein ge. Rahi baat Zayan bhai ki unko uthana mushkil hi nahi na mumkin hai." (Oho Mom Zakwan brother is sitting with dad discussing something. Zaviyar Brother is punctual he will come by himself. And about Zayan Brother it's not difficult but impossible to wake him).

"Acha ap fazool batein na banao sb ko bula kr lao." (Okay don't talk unnecessarily and call everyone).

"Jee meri payari Ammi." (Yes my sweet Mother). With that, she went upstairs to call her brothers.

A man was taking a shower. His toned abs can be seen with water dripping down them. With his muscular and six and a half feet tall body, he looked intimidating. A little tan skin and god-gifted features made him look perfect. He was the one and only Zaviyar Usman Khan.

By the time he got out of his bathroom and get dressed, there was a knock on his door.

"Yes! Come in"

"Assalam o Alaikum! Bhai. Arrey wah ap tiyar bhi hogaye. Wo breakfast lg gaya hai ajein." (Oh Wow! You are ready. Breakfast is ready, come).