My collection of short stories. Mostly plots that keep running in my mind but I can't turn them into fully fledged stories.
I don't write other women or any kind of cheating trope. I like my main characters virgin before they find each other
1. Mirz...
The day he had patiently waited for years was finally here. He had literally forced himself to sleep to be well-rested for today or else anxiety and excitement would have kept him awake all night. It had been three weeks since Aira came back and three weeks since preparations for their wedding started.
He still remembered her face after they had finalized a wedding date at a dinner in Khan Villa. He had forced her to meet him on the terrace, to escape all the teasing their siblings had started as soon as they were informed about the nikkah being close.
It wasn't too difficult to see the eagerness behind Mirzaan's attempt to keep a neutral face and Aira's shy smile with a prominent blush.
Their family knew about their deep feelings the moment both of them looked at each other after consenting to the date. Their siblings couldn't contain their excitement as this was the first wedding of their generation, and not just of anyone but their favourite two people were gonna get married to each other.
Mirzaan was sitting in his room, having already worn his cream ivory sherwani, he was waiting for his father, who would tie the Safa around his head and then the groom would be all ready to go get his bride.
Even though Khan villa was just down the street, the wedding party was still going to arrive in a luxurious entourage of Rolls Royce and Audi's so that they could take back their bride in proper style.
Soon his Baba, Ammi, Saad and Sana entered the room all ready in appropriate royal attires that showcased the status of one of Pakistan's wealthiest families.
His mother got teary eyed when she saw her son all ready to be the groom and bring his wife home. She was, after all the first person whom he told about his one and only love, and his wish to only ever get married to her.
Aliyaar smiled at his son and made him sit down at the dressing table to get started on the Safa. It was a tradition in their community, where the groom's father would tie the Safa around the groom's head, in an act of passing down the responsibility to the new generation and giving their blessings. It also showcased their status as only a few families were allowed to wear Safa's due to their generational role as leaders of the community as well as their province.
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{Mirzaan's Look}
"Aira Appi toh aapko dekhke flat hone wali hai aaj bhaijaan" Sana teased her older brother.
This time, instead of scolding, Mirzaan said something that had Saad and Sana double checked to see whether it was their brother or some imposter.
"Woh toh already flat ho chuki hai Sana isiliye toh aaj baat nikkah tak pohochi hai" he said, looking in the mirror and adjusting his Safa with a smirk on his face. He wore his gold Patek Phillipe and applied some light perfume because Aira was allergic to strong scents and got ready in his complete attire.
