AATISH-E-ISHQ #1
❝𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞❞.
From entering into a forced arranged marriage at a young age to becoming a father. From becoming a father to burying his wife. And from burying his wife t...
(This is the story of someone who has never been in love. And when he did, he was left with nothing else but loving his lover passionately)
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"Baba, mein aur Amma ji chahte hain ki aap ek baar phirse shaadi karle".
(Dad, me and grandma want you to get married once again)
Jalal turned his head to look at his daughter and his aunt. They looked at him with concern, but he just smiled before walking out.
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"Baba, this is Kubra Jamal and Kubra, this is my Baba, Jalal Sh-".
"Jalal Shah Alam, nice to meet you", Aayat raised her eyebrows looking at her father's gestures.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jalal", Kubra smiled as they both shook hands.
"She's an event manager. She's organizing an event at my university and I'm in charge", Aayat told her father as he nodded.
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"Kitne arse baad aapke chehre pe aisi ronaq dekh rahe hain hum, Kya baat hai Jalal?"
(After such a long time, I can see the glow on your face. What's the matter Jalal?)
Shazia smiled looking at his face. He looked down to hide his smile which widened before he looked up at his aunt.
"Pata nahi kab, kese...lekin humein mohabbat ho gayi hai phuppo jaan".
(I don't know when, how...but I'm in love aunt)
He claimed.
"Mashallah".
Shazia hugged him happily. She was happy that after having such a hard time, finally, her son was getting happiness in his life.
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"Mama, mera unse koi taalluq nahi hain. Mein sirf unka event organize kar rahi hu, that's it".
(Mom, I have no relation with him. I'm just organizing their event, that's it)
Kubra told her mother.
"It's not only about you, Kubra. I've seen the way he looks at you, and from what I can see, this will not end just with you organizing his event, it's gonna go far".
Her mother tried to explain.
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"Kya yeh sachme tumhari mohabbat hai ya phir koi aur baat hai".
(Are you really in love with her or there's something else?)
Jalal jerked his head around to glare at his best friend.
"Sochna bhi mat Usmaan. Kabhi bhi aayeinda, Kubra ke liye meri mohabbat par sawal mat uthana".
(Don't even think, Usmaan. Never again, question my love for Kubra)
