His Cute Little Doll (18+)

10. " Mein Niqaah nhi karungi."

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There was a dead silence in the garden. No one know what could be the next move of each person.

No one knew who is going to react how. They did not know how the dynamic of their family is going to change from here. Who is going to be happy and who is going to burst out of anger.

Rehaan's father loved his younger brother very much. As he was like a son to him before Rehaan whom with he shared everything and loved him wholeheartedly. But If because of this the things went wrong because of this move he is never going to forgive him.

On the other hand both the Mother's were very happy. Rehaan's mother was happy because she knew how much good Amaira is. She is not those girls who will be behind Rehaan for his money or fame but will be with him for truly what he is.

On the other hand she was so happy for Amaira as well. Because she knew that pure hearted girl deserved nothing less like a prince and his son fulfilled that spot. He is indeed a prince.

Whereas Amaira's mother was beyond happy she knew that there would be no one else that would love Amaira more than Rehaan. Also she knew what is inside her daughter's heart. She knew her daughter's innocence heart loved Rehaan more than anyone else. She knew her daughter like a heartbeat.

The way Rehaan had always protected her daughter had already made her respect him to no lengths. She had already made up her mind  that no matter whatever the universe called her but she would never let her daughter any one else if Rehaan would not marry her because she does not trust anyone in this cruel world.

The only person's thoughts that could not be described where of Amaira's Father.

Amaira was the diamond of his eyes. Everyone knew what she meant to him. He would not even let her go to school till she was 5 years old. As he was afraid that she will forget him after going to school. That's why Amaira was home schooled till 5th standard. Till she assured her baba that she will never ever forget him. And now someone was asking for her niqaah. The expressions on his face told everything that he felt inside his burning heart ache that every father would feel.

The father stood quietly, his hands clasped together, as the young man across from him spoke with earnest conviction. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the weight of generations settling on the room like dust.

As Rehaan asked for his daughter's hand in niqaah, the father's heart tightened with a mix of emotions. Pride and sorrow, love and apprehension, all swirled within him like a storm. His little girl, the one he had held as a baby, the one he had taught to walk and watched grow into a woman, was now standing on the precipice of her own journey.