Son âme précieuse

Goldenish blue & Azure

It was beautiful morning in the outskirts of Haripur hazara located in the middest of green lush fields a magnificent haveli stood it was the sight to behold for the tourist who would come here once in their lives no doubt the Malik's had done a great work in building this palace like haveli that everyone would not go before saying praise worthy word and why wouldn't they be because it is the most unique and antique type of haveli in whole Haripur hazara.

Made on the way of old french mansions from exterior while interior was another story which was made with the touch of modernization in it indeed one would stay and look at it that it would make them forget the other things around them the whole interior was designed as the modern Spanish way the insides were painted in dark gray white and dark brown oak color giving the whole place an odd vibes but still it is the sight worth seeing even the furniture in the whole haveli was gray or either like oak dark brown except his.

An hustle and bustle could be heard in the whole haveli people can see running here and there everyone seems to be on a very high alert mode as if something big is going to be happen servants and maids were trying their best to make everything perfect well why not they would be after all it's the wedding of the Malik's second eldest son Saarim junaid Malik with his third uncle only daughter Palwasha Rohail Malik.

Everyone seems to be very busy the wedding was set to be after twenty days and for the main reason to settle it after twenty days was because of their eldest son Nahim shamraiz Malik who is living in London from past ten years and now he is also returning to attend the marriage ceremony of his best friend cum cousin.

' Palwasha Palwasha where the hell are you? ' came so not soft voice of her mother who was screaming her name on the top of her lungs.

'Zama moor زما مور '   I don't want this marriage our men don't respect their women, she stated as her eyes got teary with the sudden thought of getting married to Saarim junaid Malik.

(زما مور /Zama moor= my mother)

'Zama karanah lour زما ګرانه لور'   I could not do anything in this matter your baba will kill me if I try uttering a single word against his decision, her mother replied softly patting her head as she was also bounded with so called traditions.

(زما ګرانه لور /Zama karanah lour= my dear daughter)

' Amma I don't want this please talk to baba jaan about it I just passed intermediate and without my consent they arrange my marriage' she said looking at her mother with accusation in her eyes.

(Amma= mother)

I can't do anything dear I'm sorry I'm bound with family traditions beside your father will never agree to this and he will create a big fuss on this, her mother said avoiding her gaze.

Amma how long how long tell me we are going to stay like this never spoke for our rights we are women doesn't mean that we don't have any rights to educate ourselves, her daughter angrily yelled because nothing was helping this situation her mother was helpless as other ladies of the haveli and their cold strong personality was just a facade.

' Amma fine I got it that im elder daughter in the family but you see Nashwa is the most youngest us of all tell me when she will be ending her matriculation you would do the same with her '? Her voice seems bitter making her mother shook her head as tear gathered in her eyes.

' Zama lour our Nashwa is so innocent she would never be able to tolerate the coldness of the weather it would be difficult for her to survive in this environment' her mother stated the fact.

(Zama lour= my daughter)

Amma we will take Nashwa away from here we won't let any har--

Shut up Palwasha we are not to decide this beside let her complete her matriculation first then we will think about it, her mother firmly said making her laugh sarcastically.