WORLD OF HATE

CHAPTER 27

The scene outside Karishma's building was nothing short of mesmerizing The royal convoy of cars came to a stately halt, drawing the attention of residents coming and going. All eyes turned towards the scene, curious and captivated by the regal presence.

Armed men swiftly took their positions, their presence commanding respect and clearing the way for the Mallik family. As the door of the luxurious Maybach opened, Haseena emerged, exuding confidence and sophistication in a perfectly tailored black three-piece business suit. With a practiced air, she buttoned up her blazer and strode purposefully towards the passenger side.

With practiced elegance, Haseena opened the door for Karishma, who stepped out in style, dressed in a chic grey shirt loosely tucked into black pants, perfectly complementing her wife's attire. The couple's twinning outfits drew admiring glances from onlookers, their synchronized choice, a testament to their deep connection and mutual understanding.

Simultaneously, Shah opened the door of the same car, revealing Noor Jahan, who was adorned in a royal blue saree, her regal grace unmistakable. Following her was Mehboob, dressed in a simple yet elegant grey two-piece business suit, his demeanor reflecting wisdom and authority.

As the entire family made their way towards the building, they seemed to exude an aura of royalty, their impeccable style and dignified demeanor captivating every eye that beheld them. With each step, they left an indelible impression, embodying the essence of regality and refinement.

"Hasu, Karishma, tum dono yehi wait karo hum aur abbu jakar baat karte hai. Agar zaroorat padi tumhe bola lenge. Stop stressing over this matter," Noor Jahan said, her voice soothing and reassuring.

Haseena's expression turned serious as she responded, "Mumma, nanu aapko unki badtameezi sehne ki zaroorat nahi hai. If you think you will not be able to convince them then just leave. Humari shaadi Karishma se ho chuki hai, wo kuch nahi kar sakte."

Noor Jahan nodded in understanding, her resolve unwavering as she and Mehboob headed towards Singh's flat. Meanwhile, Karishma sat on a nearby bench in the garden of the building, her heart filled with hope and prayers for a positive outcome. Hundreds and thousands of questions ran in her mind regarding her future, family and convincing her family.

Haseena, on the other hand, exuded a sense of relaxation and confidence, trusting in her mother and grandfather's ability to persuade Karishma's parents. She was resolute in her belief that their marriage was solid and unbreakable, also knowing deep down that there was no chance she would ever send Karishma back to her family.

Noor Jahan and Mehboob stood at the door of the Singh's flat, exchanging a glance filled with determination before Noor Jahan pressed the doorbell. Santu, Karishma's father, opened the door and welcomed them inside with a polite nod. As they entered, they couldn't help but be aw by the Singh's home.

Dev and Pushpa soon joined them in the living room, their expressions guarded as they greeted their guests. Mehboob wasted no time, casually lighting his cigar before beginning the conversation, his demeanor calm but authoritative.

"Mr. and Mrs. Singh... Hum aap ki pareshani aur concern samhjte hai." Mehboob started, taking a puff from his cigar. "Par hume iss par baat chahiye, Haseena aur Karishma ke liye. Humari Haseena aap ki beti Karishma bahut pyaar karti hai."

Dev's brows furrowed as he glanced disapprovingly at Mehboob's cigar. "Mr. Mallik, Aap yahan ciggerate na peeye toh acha hai."

Mehboob merely shrugged, taking another puff before continuing. "Sorry par abhi jo issue baat karna zyada zaroori hai. Haseena and Karishma love each other deeply, and their happiness should be more important than anything else."