As hot tears streamed down her cheeks, Daneen couldn't help but miss her mother during this crucial moment in her life. She hugged her father tightly, and Haider patted her head, also with tears in his eyes.
"Children grow up so fast; it feels like just yesterday when you were learning to ride a cycle and caused such a commotion. Tumhari wajah se Zaim ko bohatt mara hai main ne!" he said with a smile, reminiscing.
Daneen chuckled between her sobs. She looked absolutely stunning in her bridal attire.
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They stood near Murtaza's Fortuner, prepared to bid farewell to Daneen as she embarked on her new journey with him.
Zaim, too, hugged her tightly, offering his heartfelt prayers for her happiness and success in the days ahead.
Eight minutes into their drive towards Murtaza's home, Daneen couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and a sob escaped her lips. Leaving the house where she had spent half of her life was not an easy task. The home that had been a witness to both her sorrows and joys was difficult to leave behind.
Murtaza initially ignored her tears, but as her sobs turned into hiccups, he gently retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her without uttering a word or even looking in her direction.
Daneen took the handkerchief, whispering a quiet thank you, and Murtaza simply nodded, choosing to remain silent.
As Daneen calmed down, she couldn't help but notice Murtaza's handsome appearance, wearing a golden prince coat over his creamy kurta pajama. His towering figure always made him stand out in the crowd.
A small, shy smile appeared on her face, but what bothered her was that he hadn't glanced at her even once, let alone complimenting her. Feeling a bit annoyed, she grumpily gazed out of the window, unintentionally making an adorable expression.
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Misunderstandings are the walls that separate hearts~
Murtaza stood in the kitchen, gulping down water, holding his prince coat in his hands with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny arms.
He was lost in his thoughts, deeply contemplating the situation. When he learned about his parents' decision for the rukhsati, he made a big fuss, worried that Daneen might not agree with their choice. He feared she might be regretting her nikkah with him. He firmly refused his mother's suggestion for this sudden rukhsati.
