Dasht-e-Ulfat Novel By Shazain Zainab

Dasht-E-Ulfat Ep # 7

It was evening. Zuraiz, Durab, Hadid, and Rehan were sitting in Ayan's room while Ayan was busy packing his stuff.

"Hey, should I pack this blue suit or not?" Ayan, lost in thought, asked them, but the four of them were staring at him as if they were about to tear him apart in a minute.

When Ayan didn't hear any reply, he looked back and saw them all glaring at him.

"What happened? Why are you all staring at me like that?" Ayan asked with extreme innocence. Zuraiz, Durab, and Hadid were moved by his innocence, while Rehan rubbed his face to control his laughter.

"You fool, you're coming to attend my wedding, not have your own send-off!" Durab gritted his teeth and pointed at Ayan's three bags.

"My days aren't that bad that I'd give you my send-off, Mr. Crocodile," Ayan retorted, clearly annoyed.

"That's it! How many times have I told you not to call me Crocodile? One day I'll roast you like a barbecue!" Durab stood up, grabbing Ayan by the collar.

"That's exactly why you seem like a crocodile to me," Ayan added fuel to the fire.

"You'll be dead by my hands one day, got it?" Durab pushed Ayan onto the bed.

"Come on, stop fighting like two monkeys," Zuraiz said, glaring at both of them.

"I'm not fighting," Ayan quickly denied.

"Yeah, right. I'm the only one talking, huh?" Durab glared at Ayan.

"I'm not going to your wedding," Ayan turned away, sitting with his back to them.

"Great, now let's focus on pacifying this madam first. We'll deal with the rest later," Hadid said, glaring at Ayan.

"Honestly, with all the experience we've had calming him down, believe me, we'll easily handle our wives in the future. Isn't that right, Madam?" Rehan said, gently grabbing Ayan's chin.

At that, the laughter of Durab, Hadid, and Zuraiz echoed through the room. Just then, Mahir entered through the door, shaking his head when he saw Ayan sitting with his face turned away.

"Whose madam has he become today?" Mahir asked as he sat down with Zuraiz and Hadid.

"Durab's," they all said in unison, and Ayan turned his face even further away.

"Oh boy, the wife who never agrees has already humiliated this poor guy in front of his sisters and sisters-in-law. Why are you making it worse?" Mahir teased, taking a jab at both Durab and Ayan at the same time.

While Durab glared at him angrily, Ayan grabbed a pillow and threw it at Mahir.

"I'm not your wife, got it? I can't even find a wife for myself, and here you all have made me your wife. If I am your wife, then you should cover my expenses too! I'm a perfectly fine man!" Ayan said, fuming.

"My dear, you get upset over every little thing, just like a wife," Rehan said, throwing an arm over Ayan's shoulders.

"You'll be the first one to die at my hands!" Ayan grabbed Rehan by the collar.

"Here we go again," Hadid sighed, leaning his head back against the couch.

"Forget him. Tell me, why aren't you coming? Take Hoor with you. She can enjoy with Amna, Noor, Jaza, and Sawera," Durab said, throwing Ayan's blue shirt toward Mahir.

"Man, I would have brought Hoor, but I have to take her to the doctor today," Mahir explained his situation.

"This is what happens after marriage. All the work revolves around your wife. You can only go when she says, and if she's feeling unwell, you're stuck eating bland food with her. Take it as advice," Rehan said, looking at Durab.