---Hussain's POV---
I shut my eyes and raised my hand up for dua, her beautiful face, hear sweet melody voice echoed in my mind. But not for long, Whenever I see her face; with that I also see something terrible, I see a war, blood, screams, tears and hate of all the Harji people around me. I want to love her but always hold myself when the realization hits me. Love in Harji is not easy and plus to love an enemy girl is an another name of a war.
"Ya Allah, Please show me the correct way," I whisper. "I have always prayed that don't let me take any wrong step that will make Abu ashamed of me, but today I am praying for myself for my love, give us power; We have floated in ocean of hate in the boat name love and it's hard to cross this ocean but please show us a right way and help us to reach our destiny." I ended my du'a with both palms, rub my face. I stood up and fold the praying mat and place it on it's right place. I took a deep breath and went outside to see the sunrise.
The black sky gradually turned into the dim grey and the illumination of stars got languidly lustreless. Millions of stars in the ebony sky started hiding their brightness and got slowly dissipate as if someone was going to coming. Divergent birds were gently flying in the manifest sky and their dulcet dawn chorus was easily audible. The first orange hued rays appeared on the skyline, which went through the clouds and the prodigious sky was easily visible. The sun came out of its abode across the brilliant orange horizon and glimmered in the sky. The sparkling sun started slowly rising up the scarlet skyline, which clearly differentiated the sky and the land. Now the warm breeze can be felt and the plants made a beatific smile towards the sun.
"The land of Harji." I spook, " Assalaam Waalekum." I raised my voice.
"My name is Hussain Badshah Khan." I introduced myself to the vast land which was in front of my eyes.
"Love is my religion, love is my belief" I continued. "Love, for which Farhaad tore the heart of the mountains to make the river of milk flow."
"Love, in which Majnu searched every nook and corner of every desert."
"And for that same love, I, Hussain Badshah Khan Son of Badshah Khan is asking the land of Harji to grant me that same love." I spread my arms.
"The test is tough, the exam is difficult, but the hope is headstrong. Love had alway been victorious; It has been happening since ages and it will continue to happen that way, God had been the witness of it."
---Thrid's POV---
On this hand, Hussain was asking the land of Harji for his love and at the same time, somewhere in the palace of Rana. The love of Hussain sounded sleepy and was sleeping peacefully without any tension.
---Mehandi's POV---
"Mehandi, wake up yaar," A voice was continuously annoying me. I lazily open my one eye to see who is that person, that got this much dare to wake Mehandi this early.
"Mehandi, it's Six o' clock." The annoying voice was of Kaser, She is my best friend.
"Kaser, you know I never wake up this early." Kaser slides and opens the white curtains. And with that sparkling sunrise kissed my room and also my face.
"Whatever has not happened till now will begin from today. Your marriage got fixed yesterday." She reminds me of my marriage got fixed made me rolled my eyes. "Now, you're just a guest here for some time. Soon, you'll have to go to your husband's house. Your mother wants you to change your habits. Wake up every morning at five, make your own bed. Then learn how to keep thing organised." She started giving me the lecture which started making me go crazy in the morning.
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Daayre... When love took war face
Spiritual----Not A Fan Fiction---- They were born and grew in hate. They were meant to hate each other. But they choose opposite of hate. They choose love. Their religion was love, Their passion was love, Their work was to love, Their life was to love. ...
