As the chilly December evening enveloped Shahana Imarath, a gentle car engine hum signalled the arrival of guests. Azlan emerged from the driver's seat, his breath forming misty clouds in the crisp air, and he opened the car door for his mother, Naziya Khan.At the entrance, Nawab Riyaz Khan stood with an air of quiet dignity. His ancestors had once held the esteemed title of dukes, but in the post-independence era, much of their wealth and status had been relinquished to the government. All that remained was the venerable Shahana Imarath, an old kothi, where Riyaz Khan and his family now resided.
Though no longer a duke, Riyaz Khan still carried himself with the same composed authority that marked his noble heritage. The title "Nawab" and the ancestral kothi were the only remnants of a bygone era, and he wore them like a badge of honour, a symbol of the legacy he still proudly upheld.
His wife, Mahajbeen, stood side by his side. Mahajbeen was a strikingly beautiful lady, her allure not dimmed by the passage of time. She bore the unique blend of her Afghani heritage and an ageless grace. Her long, flowing henna-red hair framed her face, adding a touch of vibrancy to her features. But it was her blue eyes that often earned her praises from those who met her. Those captivating azure eyes held a depth of wisdom and warmth that drew people in. But none of her kids inherited her blue eyes.
Nawab Riyaz Khan and Mahajbeen had five children. The eldest was Anwar, followed by Raza, then Anisa, Shireen, and the youngest, Rubab.
The guests were gathering for Anisa's wedding. Although Anisa was a year older than Shireen, Shireen got married first because she had been betrothed to her maternal cousin since childhood.
As Azlan escorted Naziya Khan out of the car, Mahajbeen rushed forward, her arms outstretched in a welcoming embrace.
"Assalam-Alaikum, bhabhi," Naziya Khan greeted Mahajbeen warmly, embracing her.
"Walekum-Assalam, kaisi ho?" Mahajbeen replied, her voice filled with warmth.
(How are you?)
Meanwhile, Riyaz approached Azlan, extending his hand in welcome. "Assalam-Alaikum," Azlan respectfully greeted, bowing his head.
"Walekum-Assalam, safar kaisa tha?" Riyaz asked,
(How's the journey?)
"Masha'Allah, yeh Azlan hain, kitne bade ho gaye hain," Mahajbeen remarked, turning to Azlan. "Humne apko akhiri baar tab dekha tha jab aap itne se the. Ab toh ab itne bade ho gaye hain aur handsome bhi."
(Masha'Allah, this is Azlan, how much he's grown.)
(I last saw you when you were this small. Now you've grown up so much and are also handsome.)
Azlan's modest smile conveyed his gratitude for Mahajbeen's compliment.
"Mahajbeen, sari baatein yahi karni hain ya andar bhi chalengi?" Riyaz suggested, feeling the evening's chill.
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