The Only One!!
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- Chapitres 5
Aydin Munawar, the future Ceo of The Munawwar and Co. His aloof persona made it difficult for people to get close to him. His own family was unaware of his heart. All he wanted was to marry the girl who has stolen his golden heart.
Ariba Noorani, the eldest daughter of her family. Taking the struggles of her family on her shoulders she drops off from college so that she could give her sisters a bright future sacrificing her dreams. All she wanted was a life where she doesn't have to think twice before she shops till she drops.
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Her eyes flutter open when she hears a scattering around the room. She tries to move when a figure approached her.
"Are you coming to your senses?" Came a voice of whom she assumed to be the nurse and Ariba nods.
"Fortunately the organs weren't damaged, so the surgery went well. Your husband said he would be back soon, so please take a rest Mrs Munawwar." Ariba frowns making the nurse frowned.
"Is something wrong Mrs Munawar? Are you hurt somewhere?" Ariba nods her head in disagreement.
" I'm Mrs Abdullah, not Mrs Munawwar," she states.
As on cue, the door opens and Aydin enters the room. "Look your husband is here." The nurse chirped and leaves the room, confusing Ariba even more.
Ariba looks at Aydin who hasn't moved from his spot. "Why is this stupid nurse spouting nonsense? Has she hit her head somewhere? Saying you as my husband. I think she seriously needs medical help." Ariba starts fuming.
Aydin approaches her, " Ariba, calm down. Don't stress yourself. "
"I don't have to stress," she scoffed.
" Where is Saqib? Why isn't he here? Call him. I want to meet him." But when she sees Aydin not moving she looks at his face. One look at his face and she knew something was wrong.
" Is it true?" Ariba asked and Aydin remains silent.
"How could you do this Aydin? How could you do this to me?" She cried.
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What happens when Ariba come to know her best friend whom she trusted the most in the world has betrayed her?
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Ahmed bhai please! I'm begging you don't marry her. She's no good, she'll destroy you and our family. Please listen to me." Sahaan begs in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you Sahaan?" She flinches as his loud voice resonates the room. "I LOVE HER!" Ahmed seethes. Sahaan could hear the breaking of the small organ residing in her chest. She looks down teary eyed. Ahmed harshly grips her forearm and jerks her towards him and cups her jaw tightly, his finger digging in her cheeks making a painful whimper leaving from her mouth. She closes her eyes tightly resulting in few tears to fall of her cheeks. "Listen to me and listen well, this is the last time I'm hearing such words from your disgusting mouth. Next time don't even take my fiancee's name from your dirty mouth." Saying this he pushes her away. She stumbles towards the closet, her back hitting the rock-hard closet handle. Pain sears through her back and her wince doesn't go unnoticed by him. He steps forward in concern but stops remembering her words. A cold look flashes in his beautiful stormy grey eyes. Sahaan looks at him, her eyes filled with pain and unshed tears! "You will regret it." Sahaan whispers. Hearing the confidence in her tone makes Ahmed stop right before the door, but he doesn't turn back. "Believe me! I know her more than you. She is my cousin after all. She is cunning and deceitful, mark my words Ahmed! You will regret not listening to me once you know her true nature." Sahaan's voice cracks. Tears are threatening to spill out her eyes. ~~~ "Sahaan Haashir Khan binte marhoom Hashir Lashari Khan kya aapko aapka nikkah Ahmed Ashar Khan wald Yaqub Lashari Khan se sikkah raaijul waqt me 50,000 rupee meher qubool hai?" she clenches her dupatta at sides.tears leaving her eyes rapidly she remember Ahmed's words just before nikkah. Rest of the description and translations to urdu dialogues inside. ©All rights reserved
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