Fairytale (What We All Longed For)ON HOLD

Not all are bed of roses. 1

The pastel blue heel clad feets slowly descend from the broad stair case of the villa. The twinkling lights illuminating the stair case in hues of orange casted a dark shadow as she carefully descend. Her feet clad in heel came to subtle halt as she noticed the unusual quite and gloominess.

Seeing her halted at the end of staircase. Farzana bi approached.

Barhi begum Shahiba...Her voice seems a little off.

A frown mared Her milky forehead as she turned to her side facing farzana Bi..

Is something the matter...She asked reluctantly. with a soft smile. Sensing the gloominess this early in the morning, means something did happened.

Folding her arms on her chest...She looked at farzana bi who has her head bowed down..She seemed contradicted not pushing any further she stepped ahead.

Her heel clad feet step towards the sitting lounge creating a click sound that disrupted the silence....Seeing her step forward Farzana Bi and another maid followed her.

This seems to be the usual routine at this time Mrs Shahzain gave direct instruction to servants. from what's to cook in morning till dinner. And also the time where servants discussed their problems with her.

Her heel clad feet come to subtle halt upon reaching the sitting lounge when her gaze fell on Dilshaad Bakhtayar Afandi...A man who resembled his brother like a splitting image.
A man whose aura is more dense than any man she ever met.
A man who spoke with a underlying threat creating fear in hearts.
A man whose mere sight instil fear among the hearts of feudral Lords.
A man who once spoken stood by his words something he took from his brother.
A man who demands perfection to no end.

Yet the only person whose unaffected by above all is Iram Shahzain Bakhtayar Afandi...

Whose one offended look was enough to change the unyielding feudral Lord mind.

Whose one smile is enough to crack his unaffected exterior.

Only presence he valued. The respect he showed sometimes overwhelm her to no extent.

Since the moment she stepped into this house..Her bond with Dilshaad immediately clicked although its nearly impossible for cruel, heartless Dilshaaad Bakhtayar Afandi to get close to someone but then again his bhabhi was not just someone. He is more like a brother to her than her own brothers. He stood by her when she was struggling to adjust. He was patient with her when she needed help.

A full blown smile appeared her rosy lips. Her almond eyes shone brightly as if it has witnessed the million stars..

There she stood at the entrance of sitting lounge pastel blue shirt that reaches just above her ankle paired with bell bottom and dupatta habitually kept on right shoulder. Her hands adorned with rings and bracelet that has S pendant attached to it. was clearly visible from her hands that was clutching the shawl.

As she took graceful steps towards the frame.

Dilshaad....Assalam o alaikum...her refreshing tone echoed in silence of Hall.

She salamed as she took a seat in one of empty sofas just across from his frame..who suddenly seemed tense.

Just then she who comfortably settled down rose her head only to witness a girl sitting beside him and were staring at her with widened eyes...

A confused frown appeared on her milky forehead but the smile didn't falter as she raised her questioned gazed at Dilshaad who as if waiting for reaction seem hesitant..

The girl as if taken back first looked at the women who looked nothing short of breath taking. From her walk to her voice everything seems so feminine, so royal, so pleasant that she couldn't help but silent gasp... Noticing the tensed deamenor of man beside her she almost as if shocked looked back and forth as if not believing that the man whose mere presence instil fear in 3 villages and far across that was for once is actually tensed. And that was all for the women who seemed nothing but soft and pleasant... But who is she. Her question was answered right after.