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It's a halal love story between a man who lives in Italy and a woman who lives in Pakistan. They are arranged by their parents for marriage. See how thei...
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Ayesha's heart raced as she stared at the stack of documents in Faisal's outstretched hand. The weight of her mother's memories pressed against her chest, threatening to suffocate her. This house-the one where laughter echoed through sunlit rooms, where her mother's gentle touch had soothed her childhood fears-was now reduced to mere paper, ink, and a cruel twist of fate.
"Ye sign kar do, Ayesha," Faisal's voice cut through her turmoil. His eyes bore into hers, unyielding. She had never seen him like this-cold, unfeeling, and distant. The man who stood before her was a stranger, a businessman with no regard for sentimentality.
~(Sign these, Ayesha)
"This was my Maa's last memory," Ayesha whispered, her voice trembling. "How can you?! Selling it-no, never."
~(This was my mother's last memory)
"Do you think I have time to joke with you?" Faisal's tone was sharp, devoid of any warmth. The person who stood before her was just a businessman who just used her for money and power.
The room seemed to close in on her. Ayesha's niqab felt stifling, and she longed for the cool breeze that used to sweep through the open windows of this very house. Memories flooded her mind-the scent of jasmine in the garden, the creaking wooden stairs, her mother's laughter as they cooked together in the kitchen.
"Sign, Ayesha!" Faisal's impatience snapped her back to reality. His eyes held no mercy.
"Okay," Ayesha said, her resolve firm. "But on one condition."
His raised eyebrows demanded an explanation.
"Ye shaadi bohot simple hogi," she declared. "A nikkah with close relatives and family, and then rukhsati. Warna ye ghar aap bhool jayein!"
~(This wedding will be very simple) ~(Otherwise, forget about this house!)
Faisal's jaw tightened. Ayesha knew she had pushed him, but this was her mother's legacy-the house that held their shared history. She would fight for it, even if it meant marrying a man who was still haunted by his dead wife, Tara. As the ink met paper, sealing her fate, Ayesha wondered what awaited her beyond this nikkah.
