Raste Ishq Ke

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Aliya leaned back in her chair, gazing out at the view from their hotel balcony. London's crisp afternoon air surrounded her, and the skyline looked magical in the soft autumn light. The hustle and bustle of the city felt far away as she sat with Omar, who was casually flipping through a menu for dinner, his laid-back demeanor always managing to calm her.

Lunch had been perfect. They'd explored the city hand-in-hand, laughing and talking as if the world outside their bubble didn't exist. Now, with a gentle breeze tugging at her hair and the scent of fresh roses from the nearby garden wafting up, it felt like paradise.

Omar, noticing her lost in thought, reached over and playfully nudged her with his elbow. "What's going on in that head of yours, Mrs. Khan?"

She smiled softly, her heart still fluttering at the sound of her new name. "Just... soaking it all in."

"Good," he said, setting the menu down. "This is just the beginning of us. I want every day to feel like this."

Aliya blushed, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, and her eyes widened at the name flashing on the screen.

"Zain? What does he want now?" Omar groaned, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated sigh. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Aliya with a half-amused, half-annoyed look. "We're on our honeymoon, and your brother's already bugging you?"

Aliya bit her lip, torn between ignoring the call and answering it. Omar raised an eyebrow, his tone light but firm. "Don't pick it up. You know how Zain is—he's probably calling about something trivial. It can wait."

She shot him a playful death glare. "Zain doesn't call me for trivial things. He's my brother. I have to take this."

Omar held his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, but if he starts ranting about something ridiculous, I'm throwing that phone into the Thames."

Rolling her eyes, Aliya picked up the call and pressed the phone to her ear. "Zain? What's up?"

On the other end, Zain's voice came through, bubbling with excitement. "Aliya, you won't believe it!"

"What? What's going on?" Aliya asked, curiosity piqued.

There was a brief pause before Zain blurted out, "Amara and I... we're getting married. Our Nikkah will be after a month."

Aliya blinked, momentarily stunned. "Wait, what? Nikkah?"

Omar, who had been half-listening, straightened up in his chair, his curiosity now matching Aliya's. Aliya glanced at him, still processing the news.

"Yes! We didn't want a big fuss. Just something intimate with the family. Bhai jaan decided and we all agreed—no long engagements, no drama. Just a simple Nikkah," Zain explained, his voice brimming with excitement and pride.

Aliya's shock gave way to a wide smile as she stood up from her chair, her excitement contagious. "Oh my God, Zain! I can't believe it. I'm so happy for you two! I wish I was there..."

Zain laughed. "You'll be back soon, and we'll celebrate properly. But I just couldn't wait to tell you."

Omar watched Aliya, a small smile tugging at his lips as he saw the joy on her face. Even though he'd grumbled about the interruption, he couldn't deny how happy she looked hearing the news.

"I can't wait to see you both," Aliya said, her voice soft with emotion. "I knew you and Amara were meant to be, but a Nikkah so soon? Wow. This is huge."