Nawabs Stories

A soft sob left her lips that were painted in the most beautiful shade of red, her eyes decorated with different eye-shadows, eye liner and khol, that roamed all over her reflection in the mirror, she felt numb, she wanted to cry yet there were no tears in her eyes. The heavy ghunghat (veil), adorned with various small stones and jewels, with delicate hand crafted zardozi, was placed on her head, shoulder and wrappUued around her frame completing her as a bride. There she stood, the maids adding her last touch ups, before she walked down the path that'll change her life completely, a path she didn't know yet she knew it all. she was so familiarly unknown to. She felt dai Amma, handing the bouquet in her hands, she crossed her cheek softly and said something but her words were muffled. Her inner thoughts ate her alive, killed her, yet here she was standing, looking stunning and gorgeous, just like the bride of Nawab Zeeshan Meer Ali Khan should look. "Ya Allah...Hume himmat dijiyega." The prayer came out in a mere broken whisper. "Sehrish Khanum-binte-Jawed Khanum..kya aapko ye nikah qubool hai?" The question ragged through her being, the words numbing her senses. "Kya aapko Nawab Zeeshan Meer Ali Khan-binte- Nawab Farooq Meer Ali Khan ke saath ye nikah qubool hai?" There came that question again. She felt someone patting her back, comforting her, yet she felt devoid of every sense, her body felt like it was made of wax and it's slowly melting down, like her heart will fall out of her chest, like she's been stabbed over and over again. Her hands shook, just like her soul. "Qubool hai..." Came the answer, even when she thought that her throat was clogged up with words.

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Rank #69 in Spiritual, 05/10/2016. #61 in Spiritual, 24/05/2017 In Lucknow , 'the city of Nawabs', lived a 21 year old girl , named Amaara Zamaan, whose father was a nawab . Ariz Ali Khan, who was 23, also belonged to a nawabi family, was the only son to his parents who, has completed his M.B.A. and was helping his father in his business. Amaara helps Ariz find the right path, well, not directly but in some way, as Ariz is not well aware of Islamic teachings, living in the west. And Ariz helps Amaara know her strengths and how to defend herself. And this is how they balance each other. She was shocked hearing what he said, "so the arts academy was not the place where you first saw me?" She asked frowning. "Nope, it wasn't". "Then?" She asked with curiosity. "My mind got possessed by you since 1989", he said and left behind a confused Amaara. As time changes situations change . This is a story describing how we realize the importance of our loved ones when we lose them ,how we let ego dictates our minds and how it make us take a wrong decisions and regret on them later. This story plays around 1990's. This is a complete fictional story. NOTE: if you're thinking its a fairytale then you are mistaken, it's anything but a fairytale. And you'll not regret reading this book till the end. Trust me.

Inspired by Heeramandi (my story is not a promotion of courtesans or prostitution, no intimate scenes, different from movie, just some scenes same) Devlekha whose twin children were sold by her elder sister Komolika who's the chief courtesan of shahi mahal, she seeks revenge on her. Meanwhile Ragini, the newly made courtesan is ready to run away not wanting to live such a life, Riddhima hopes for love to enter her life, Rupa and Sanjana are already in love but Sanjana is hopeless of getting loved back.