(IT'S GONNA HAVE A LOT OF COUPLES)
In a village, where justice is scarce, a girl of 11 is married off due to a tragic misunderstanding.
Her 17-year-old husband, torn apart by his brother's murder, burdened by duty, becomes her unexpected protector...
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3 MONTHS LATER.
Aynoor's frustration radiated from her tense posture as she confronted Ali Baksh, her brow knitted in a deep frown that mirrored her inner turmoil. "Ali Baksh, tum hume lene kyu aaye ho? Khan kahan hain?" Her words were tinged with annoyance, and the crease on her lips betrayed her discontent.
"Ji, wo chote Khan doston se milne gaye hain. Toh unhon ne mujhe aapko aur Yazdaan baba ko lene bejh diya," Ali Baksh replied respectfully, bowing his head slightly. Despite his courteous demeanor, he couldn't miss the furrowed brow on Aynoor's face. With a gentle smile, he gestured towards the car door, silently offering his assistance.
Dressed in a crisp white and blue uniform, Aynoor marched towards the car, her dupatta draped elegantly around her shoulders. With each step, her frustration seemed to intensify, evident in the forceful manner in which she stomped her way to the vehicle. As she settled into the backseat, her irritation was palpable, her legs crossed defiantly, unconsciously dirtying the seat with her shoes. It was clear—she was livid.
Yazdaan joined her in the car, his surprise evident upon seeing Aynoor occupying the backseat—a departure from her usual position beside Almeer. His curiosity deepened as he noticed that Almeer was not behind the wheel, his raised eyebrow a silent question hanging in the air.
Aynoor's agitation was unmistakable as she reached for her phone, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she hoped for a message from Almeer. However, her optimism quickly faded into disappointment as she found her inbox empty. With an audible huff of frustration, she clenched her phone tightly, her cheeks flushing with irritation, the tension radiating from her every movement.
Yazdaan watched her with a mixture of concern and longing, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her puffed cheeks. Summoning all his courage, he took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of apprehension race down his spine as he unzipped his bag and retrieved a small box from within. Despite the turmoil raging within him, he was determined to follow through with his plan, no matter the cost.
"Aynoor..." His voice wavered slightly as he spoke her name, the sound of it hanging in the air like a delicate thread. It had been too long since he had addressed her directly, without the weight of their complicated circumstances hanging over them.
Turning towards him, Aynoor met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and impatience. Yazdaan struggled to maintain his composure as he held her gaze, the intensity of her eyes causing a momentary dizziness to wash over him. Quickly averting his gaze to the small, shiny-wrapped box in his hand, he pushed aside the ache in his chest, determined to proceed with his plan, even as Aynoor's patience wore thin, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within him.
"Arey!! Bolo bhi!" Aynoor's impatience bubbled over, urging Yazdaan to speak. With a resigned sigh, he finally turned to face her, his lips moving in sync with his hands.
