Sultan:Her wanted husband (18+)

Snake and snake charmer

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Meanwhile, Zubair, noticing his friends body language slyly teased him, "Ammi, do you know what the sweetest language in the world is?"

"No, my child... But why do you ask?"

"I shall enlighten you. Bengali is acclaimed as the sweetest language, and their sweets are referred to as 'mishti'..."

Caught off guard, Sultan nearly choked on his food shooting him daggers. Amidst the banter, Sadafa retorted, "If that's the case, you must know what they call an idiot in Bengali, right?"

"That's your department so you must know better!"

Shama quickly interjected settling the duo still hissing at each other. "Sultan..."

"Yes, Ammijan?"

"Your Jubaida bua has arrived," she informed him. His face showed annoyance. "Ammijan, you can handle them."

"Son, they came from a long way to here..."

"They?,"he almost gasped. "How many troubles are coming?"

"Yes, Zara is with her, your cousin sister. You remember her right?"

"Ammijan, have you ever seen people forgetting snakes?"

Zubair nudged him. "That's the same Zara you proposed to, right?"

"It was just a minor attraction," he stated coldly, but then his features softened, a smile playing on his face. "Between, things are different now..."

Zubair smirked. "Correction, between Sultan Emad Khan is going gulugulu on Mishti Gupta now... and maybe forever?"

"You want to die badly by my hands," Sultan smiled with a hint of confusion as he started to dress up.

"Your ears flush red."

Things apart,Jubaida and Zara were warmly welcomed.

Jubaida admired the house,taking quick look around the house and chuckled, "Arey Shama, your house is so beautiful! So big and everything looks so expensive!"

"Your late bhaijaan paved the way, and his sons did the rest. It's nothing much. After all, a house is truly beautiful with peace and happiness, isn't it?"

"That's true! That's true," Jubaida replied with a fake smile, whispering to her daughter Zara, "Haram ka Paisa sahi to banaya ha!"

while Zara's eyes widened as she watched Sultan descend the stairs, looking devilishly handsome.

Sultan, trying to leave, was stopped by his mother. "Where are you going?"

"Ammijan, I told you I have some work."

"Let it be done later. Sit here and talk with your aunt. It's been so long!And Sadafa and Mishti went to the kitchen. They will bring tea and snacks. Have tea with them!"

Upon hearing Mishti's name, Sultan politely obeyed and sat down, facing Jubaida and Zara. Zubair, taken aback, was forced to sit as well, muttering, "Fine, let's have tea!" internally facepalming.

Zara couldn't help but dreamily gaze at Sultan, noticing how much he had grown into a man.

His voice, deep and captivating, made her heart skip a beat. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed how much he had matured into a man.

That voice of his, so deep and powerful, could easily make any girl feel weak at the knees. The last time she laid eyes on him, he was a disheveled, awkward boy prone to stuttering.