Asif and Zahria
"Do you want to divorce me?" She asked.
"No."
"You didn't even hesitate."
"I know what I want."
Ishaan and Kamari
"I want divorce." She stated, pointed at their surroundings.
'Ask me to leave all this and live on the streets wit...
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He entered the garden, looking for his cousin, Asif. His brother has just asked him to stop a wedding. So, he decided to pick Asif too. Usually, Asif would decline, but this time, Adeel was determined to convince him. If he was going down, he would bring Asif down too.
He greeted Asif's grandparents, who were having tea. He sat down next to them. "What are you doing here?" His grandfather questioned, sipping his tea.
"Can't I come to meet my favourite grandparents?" Adeel asked, making the elders roll there eyes. "Don't believe him, Ami. He is probably here for Asif." His Phupho (father's sister) told the truth.
"But that doesn't mean, I can't come here for them." Adeel tried to defend himself, but his Phupho slapped him on the head. Adeel tried to pout, but ended up smiling.
"Where is he?" He asked. The wedding was about to happen, and if he was late, four lives will be destroyed: his brother, his sister-in-law, his sister-in-law's husband and him. He was more worried about himself, since his brother would kill him.
"At the neighbous'." Adeel rolled his eyes. The two families were so close because of the grandparents' friendship, then the parents, and now the kids. However, Asif had a different relationship with the family. He has married Zahira because it was his grandparents' wish. Although, the two never talked, Asif was always at that house.
He excused himself and went to find him, himself. When he saw him, he grinned. "What are you doing here?" Asif asked him. Adeel smile fell. "Aren't you happy to see your favourite cousin?" Asif smiled, before answering. "You mean, my delusional cousin."
Adeel fake gasped. "At least I don't go to my in-laws everyday knowing that my wife could care less." It was Asif's turn to gasp. "How dare you!" He marched towards him, pointing a finger at him. Adeel backed, surrending himself.
"You can kill me later. First, help me crash a wedding." Asif stopped midway. "What?" Adeel adjusted him composure. "Yes, wanna guess who's?" "Who's?" Adeel smirked before answering. "Bhabhi's."
Ten minutes later, they founded themselves at venue. Her family had decided to celebrate the wedding in their home, modestly. No one stopped them, when they eneterd. They probably thought they were some guests. They entered dthe living room, where the molvi sahib has begun was asking her if she accepts the marriage.
She was ready to say 'qabool hai' when the molvi asked her the first time, but Adeel answered at her place. Only that he didn't say 'qabool hai', but 'nahi'. Everyone turned to look at him. Adeel smirked, loving the attention. His cousin scoffed at him, but Adeel ignored him.
When they asked him who he was, he didn't answer. He just kept moving towards the groom and the bride. He stopped when the only thing blocking him from the couple was a table.
Men kept asking him questions like who he was, how did he enter there, why did he do that, but he didn't answer to anyone. He smiled at her, not a mischievous one, but a genuine one. His bhabhi gave him a questioning look.
