𝑅𝑖𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑡 /فریب کاری🥀

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 2

🎶 " 𝑀𝑒𝑖 𝐴𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑀𝑜𝒉𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑦𝑎, 𝑀𝑒𝑖 𝐹𝑎𝑞𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑀𝑜𝒉𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑜𝑔- " 🎶

Dilara was singing along to this song playing on her phone, when her mother suddenly entered the room, interrupting her music session.

"𝙉𝙚 𝙨ö𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙞ğ𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙡ı𝙮𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙣?"
( "Do you even understand what you're singing?" )
- her mother questioned

"𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙯, 𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙖ğ𝙖 ç𝙤𝙠 𝙜ü𝙯𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙚ğ𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙞?"
( A little, it sounds so beautiful doesn't it)
- Dilara replied, softly smiling while combing a few strands of her hair.

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 "
- Azra barged in the room unannounced, giggling along with gul.

" 𝙆ı𝙯 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚ş𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨ı𝙯 𝙚𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙮𝙞 𝙗ı𝙧𝙖𝙠 "
( Stop pestering your sister )
- their mum replied with a frown.

" 𝘼𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 "
(But mum)
- Azra explained herself

" 𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 "
- the mother replied firmly, her tone carrying a hint of authority.

They left the room leaving Dilara behind, she got up from the chair placed directly in front of the huge mirror with traditional patterns crafted of wood on the edge, she began singing again but in a low tone almost as if she was whispering to herself.

Gently swaying her body she was humming to herself, while delicately applying blush on her already rosy cheeks. Her love for ghazals, Urdu shayri and soft romantic songs was clearly shown in this scene as she was lost in her delusional world.

A slick black Mercedes pulled up on the front porch of the magnificent mansion right beside the newly painted water fountain, a tall figure stepped out with effortless grace, his sunglasses reflected the sunlight, adding a touch of mystery to his charismatic appearance.

Ayaz ( Dilara's older brother ) walked towards him with clear intentions and a huge welcoming smile on his face,

" 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙧.𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠 "
- Ayaz exclaimed in excitement

Soon Baris Osman ( Dilara's father ) joined them, and with the same polite demeanor as his son, welcomed Aly ( aka Hamid ) with open arms.

With a gentle tug on Aly's hand, he leads him into the house. The corners of Aly's lips slightly curl upwards forming a sly but very genuine looking smile as he enters through the large doors, his eyes glisten when he looks around the inside of this mansion, for a moment he is lost in his thoughts.

Mr.Osman then, gestures towards the array of plush leather couches scattered around the living room and invites Aly to take a seat. Aly follows his guidance and settles into one closest to him, right next to Ayaz.
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Author's remarks ✍🏻

•Additional Details; Dilara's family is both fluent in Turkish & English, so is Dilara although her Urdu on the other hand needs a lot of practice but I'm sure by the end of this book she'd probably perfect that too✨

~ "𝐴𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑒𝑖𝑛, 𝐸𝑘 𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐾𝑖 𝐺𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑢 " 🌍✨

[ In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace ] - 𝙽𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚛 𝙺𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒 🥀

~ signing off, F💞