Nikkah-e-Mohabbat (نکاح محبت)
In the enchanting realm of affection, where hearts entwine like a symphony, Nikkah stands as a union of two souls. Neither time nor circumstances can dim the radiance of this amorous bond; it's a celebration of love, ca...
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Nestled in the hills of Islamabad, Malik villa, stands tall and proud, like a majestic guardian watching over the land. The outside of the villa is like a masterpiece of art, with fancy designs that make you feel like you're in a fairy tale.
Big arches reach high up into the sky, showing off the villa's fancy style that's been around for a long time. The colors of the villa match the earthy tones of the hills, making it look like it's a natural part of the scenery.
Balconies with pretty iron railings give you a spot to enjoy the amazing views of the hills and the city below. Colorful flowers and vines crawl up the walls, making the villa look like it's covered in a cozy blanket of nature.
When the sun goes down, soft lights turn on, making the villa look warm and inviting. The front door, made of fancy carved wood, welcomes you inside to a place where history and modern life come together.
Malik Villa's outside was like a mix of old stories and new adventures, making everyone who sees it feel amazed and inspired.
Inside Malik Villa, a flurry of activity filled the air as preparations buzzed in anticipation of the upcoming dinner with guests. Aliya Ahmed Malik, the elder daughter-in-law, was busy giving instructions to the servants and checking on the progress. After ensuring every detail was perfect she joined her mother-in-law, Jahanoor Begum, known as Beejan.
"You've been worrying all day, now sit." Beejan urged with a tender smile, signaling that all was in order.
"Ammi, I just want everything to be perfect. They are very close to Malik sahab." she replied, referring to her husband and Beejan's elder son, Ahmed Malik.
Before the conversation could continue, a strong, authoritative voice echoed through the room, causing both women to pause in their conversation.And there he stood, Almir Ahmed Malik, the epitome of strength and charm, his presence filling the space with an aura of magnetic allure.
His arrival prompted a shared smile between the two ladies, a testament to their admiration for this diligent and dutiful son and grandson. Moving gracefully, he approached his grandmother, bending down to place a reverent kiss upon her forehead before turning his attention to his mother, basking in their affectionate blessings.
"Walaikumaslam, May you always be happy" his grandmother's voice carried the weight of countless well-wishes, a testament to her unwavering love. With a gracious nod, Almir acknowledged the blessing he received, his gratitude evident in his demeanor.
"When are the guests expected?" he inquired, his voice resonating with a blend of authority and anticipation as he took a glass of water, offered by a maid.
"Around 7" his mother responded.
Concerned for his well-being, his mother inquired, "you want to eat!" aware of his tendency to neglect his own needs in his commitment to duty.
"A coffee but say to Ayla" he mentioned as he stood up from the sofa, referring to his youngest cousin and the daughter of his chachu.
"She's asleep." his grandmother informed, prompting Almir's brows to furrow slightly, worry etching his features.
"Is she okay?" His concern surfaced, considering it was an unusual time for Ayla to rest.
"Yes, a little tired." Beejan's reassurance eased his worry, a weight lifting from his shoulders. With a nod of gratitude, he excused himself and retreated to his room.
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Ayla's peaceful slumber was interrupted by persistent knocking on her door. Groggily, she glanced at her phone and realized it was nearly 7 o'clock. She had slept for a good four hours.
"These weeks have been exhausting" she murmured, rubbing her eyes.
Rising from her bed, she answered the door to find a maid waiting, instructing her to come downstairs as the guests had arrived. Ayla nodded in understanding and, after selecting an outfit from her closet, hurried into the bathroom to freshen up.
Choosing a printed brick brown kurta pajama, she loosely pinned her hair at the back and applied a red tint on lips. She draped her dupatta over her shoulder and descended the stairs.
"Careful Ayla!" Almir's voice rang out as she stumbled on the stairs, her dupatta caught.
"Sorry" she pouted, feeling a tad clumsy.
"Pay more attention" he advised, and she nodded, feeling her cheeks warm. This cousin of her always make her mouth shut, only with his presence.
Why must I always stumble in front of him, she wondered.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she sensed Almir's presence beside her. He gently wiped away lip gloss , adjusted her dupatta, and patted her cheek.
"Now, go" he encouraged, and she hurried downstairs. Entering the kitchen, she tried to steady her breath, pushing away her racing thoughts. Her mother, Sara Faik Malik, and Almir's mother, were busy preparing something.
"Thank goodness you're awake" her mother said in angry voice. Guest were at home and her daughter coming now.
"Don't scold her. Look at her routine and there's no female of her age, so it's fine" Aliya supported Ayla, earning a grateful hug in return.
The trio moved to the dining area where the guests were already gathered for dinner.
After the meal, they all convened in the drawing room, sipping tea. Almir'd mood seemed a bit sour, as a boy gazing Ayla. He had noticed a boy's uncomfortable stares during dinner, and he know it had made her uneasy.
He clenched his fists, glaring at the boy. Eventually, his tension eased as he saw Ayla move away from there.
At night, a sense of protectiveness flooded Almir's thoughts. He couldn't help but to think why he reacted that way. Maybe because she's his cousin! He sighed feeling uneasy. Discarding cigarette in the ashtray he slipped into bed, his mind entwined with unresolved thoughts. Whereas Ayla in her own world, relaxing a bit, munching snacks and reading a novel.
