𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪-𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐛❤️🌙 (ON HOLD)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 18

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩 - "You are looking just like a queen. My Queen." Samad whispered in her ear that sent shivers down her spine and she coughed as the food got stuck in her food pipe

Samad and Zain both immediately forwarded the glass of water towards Zoya.

But she didn't took any of their glass and took the glass which Zara was drinking from.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 - 2947

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The Next Evening
📍Mazharul-Haq Palace's Giant Garden. 7:00 PM

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ᑕᗴᖇᗴᗰOᑎY

There are 3 gardens in mazharul-haq palace. First one is very large because it is for everyone, it is named as Common Garden.

Second one is half of the first one because it is for official meetings or announcements, it is named as political garden.

And the last one is the most giant garden because it is for grand ceremonies, it is named as giant garden.

So here, the Sangeet ceremony was arranged in giant garden.

"Decorations done?" Ansh asked softly to his daughter facing her back

She turned around in a swift motion and bowed saying

"Jii Baba sa." Zoya replied bowing with her cold expressions turning in soft ones

As Zoya was bowing, ansh held her shoulder and looked at her with stern eyes.

"My princess doesn't bows infront of anyone whether it is me or even any king!" He said sternly and Zoya nodded

Just then zain appeared from nowhere with Rehan in his embrace.

"Rihuu." Zoya grinned saying while forwarding her hands to take rehan and Zain handed Rehan to Zoya

"Did you brushed your teeth?" Zoya asked cutely and he shook his head denying

"He was adamant that only his zoyii buii will brush his teeth." Zain said rubbing his forehead

"Bhai sa, can you please select any design for today's decoration and order them to do?" Zoya asked zain

"You should have told me directly instead of using 'please' ." Zain said and left towards the giant hall

"Okiee let's goo." Zoya said shrugging off and moving towards the washroom in living room with rehan

📍Somewhere in Canada,

In a dimly lit room, the man stood motionless, his face a mask of stoicism.

Shadows clung to the walls, emphasizing the lines etched into his features-the weight of countless secrets and sorrows.

His eyes, devoid of warmth, bore into the distance, as if piercing through time itself.

The air hung heavy with anticipation, and the silence was palpable.

The man's voice, when it finally emerged, was a low, chilling whisper.

"I'm coming for you soon, Dilkash," he declared, each syllable sharp and deliberate.

His words carried a promise-a threat veiled in icy resolve.

Outside, rain tapped against the windowpane, a mournful rhythm that mirrored the man's intent.