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A collection of short dreamy amatory stories.✨
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Here, I present to you the protagonists of IJLAAL - HONOR.
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Now the story starts🌸
The Alam Villa was filled with the aroma of flowers. Most of their distant relatives and friends had come over yesterday, and some were arriving today. All the furniture in the huge living room had been moved to the side, and string lights covered every inch of the walls, with flowers strewn everywhere. All the youngsters were sitting on the thick handmade carpeted floor as the music played loudly in the background, while some were dancing to the beat. The elders were busy with chores and preparations, as it was the day of Humayil Alam's Mehndi.
Alam Villa belongs to Jahangir Alam, who has two sons: Kemal Alam and Jalal Alam. Kemal Alam has four children: Humayil Alam, Naufil Alam, Sabeeha Alam, and Kumail Alam. On the other hand, Jalal Alam has two daughters: Maha Alam and Hooriya Alam.
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The youngsters started hooting for Hooriya to sing. She loved to sing, but she had never sung in front of so many people before. Her little secret had been revealed, all thanks to Maha. This came as a surprise to everyone. Hooriya was sitting in front of Humayil, who was seated on the large sofa. She began to feel nervous as everyone cast beseeching looks at her, but it all ended when she was pulled up by none other than the groom, Humayil Alam.
"Come on, kiddo! You know I'm getting married for the first time wink, and you're the apple of everyone's eye. Can't you do this tiny thing for your handsome bhaiyya?" Humayil asked, making a sad face, but Hooriya knew him too well and could easily detect the mischief in his tone.
"Theek hai, theek hai." (Okay, okay.) "Stop making those funny faces. I'm only going to sing for your sake." Hooriya, being the most obedient one in the house, cleared her throat and looked at him with a smile.
Everyone cheered and whistled as she began to sing.
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Never in a million years had she thought that this one song would completely change her life, as her voice echoed through the long patio. Someone, completely gobsmacked by the magic of her melodious voice, stood in awe.
Meer Arsh Ahmed Shah paused just outside the grand mahogany door of the lounge, his thoughts suspended in the air around him. The lively hustle and bustle of the wedding preparations faded into a distant hum, overshadowed by a voice that had captivated him from the moment he heard it. The enchanting melody echoed through the vast expanse of The Alam Villa, weaving a spell that pulled at his heartstrings.
