Jawad was in a beautiful garden with a beautiful girl hand in hand. The girl grinned making his beautiful twisted into beautiful dimple. They strode towards a table filled with a lavish feast. The girl draged chair for him and offered him a plate which he accepted . any resistance. She start filling his plate and tilted her body to put plate infront of him her cascaded long hair touched his arms.
" Your highness, all of these graces and flavors are only for you my lord. I am a fairy of love shower all my love only on you. " He took her in his arms when someone kicked him on the his back.
"Stop snoring an idiot its 10 in the morning atleast let me have some sleep before wedding. " Fahad voice dragged him fully from a mesmerizing dream .
" Oh , Fahad I wish you could understand my pain. I was about to kiss that fairy when you broke my dream. " Jawad sat back gloomy pouted at Fahad.
" Oh my prince it is the after shocks of henna you applied on your hands .
"Sir Fahad...sir Salaar is waiting for you both on breakfast." Zubair informed after knocking at the door.
" Tell him I am coming and Prince Jawad is still in the dreams." Jawad exclaimed passing taunt on Jawad and followed Zubair.
"Wait I am coming atleast let have some good food here." Jawad jumped out of bed throwing the covers aside.
Zubair smiled at their naughty antics.
