(IT'S GONNA HAVE A LOT OF COUPLES)
In a village, where justice is scarce, a girl of 11 is married off due to a tragic misunderstanding.
Her 17-year-old husband, torn apart by his brother's murder, burdened by duty, becomes her unexpected protector...
Should I write the translations with the dialogues? Almeer(18)
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Almeer Khan sighed heavily as he watched Shadaab and Khurram's figures vanish into the distance, a sense of disappointment and frustration settling over him at their apparent cowardice. With a silent curse, he silently wished them ill fortune for their failure to confront the truth.
Turning his attention to his wife, Aynoor, who was still engrossed in her playful antics with the rabbits and ducks, Almeer couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. How could she be so carefree in the face of their uncertain future, whispering what seemed like nonsense into the rabbit's ear as if it were her confidante?
Shaking his head in exasperation, Almeer made his way towards Aynoor, his irritation evident in his demeanor as he approached her.
"Aye ladki!" Almeer called out, his frustration evident in his tone as he struggled to capture her attention. Aynoor glanced at him briefly before returning her focus to her playful pursuits, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Almeer's incredulity grew.
"Tum se baat kar raha hu mai, behri hogyi ho kya?" Almeer's voice took on a stern edge, but Aynoor remained unperturbed. With a nonchalant air, she rose from the ground, paying little heed to the dirt that clung to her clothes, and approached him.
"Behri toh nahi hu, lekin shayad aap andhe hai. Dikhta nahi mai khel rahi hu?" she retorted, her demeanor surprisingly immature for her age as she placed her hands on her hips in a defiant stance, ready to challenge him like a seasoned fighter.
Almeer couldn't help but notice the smudges of mud adorning Aynoor's clothes, her innocent face contrasting sharply with the disarray of her appearance. Despite himself, he found her undeniably adorable-if she weren't his wife, he might have been tempted to twirl her around in delight.
But the weight of his father's decree hung heavily over him, casting a shadow over any semblance of joy. The forced marriage loomed ominously, threatening to unravel his sense of control and composure.
"Badon se baat karne ki tameez nahi hai tumhe?" he chided, attempting to maintain a serious demeanor. Instead of showing any sign of remorse, Aynoor met his gaze with a fierce defiance.
"Aap mujhe bacha samajhte hai? poore 11 saal ki hu mai?" she shot back, proudly displaying her ten fingers. Almeer stifled a laugh at her innocent assertion, momentarily amused by her innocence.
"Toh badi ladki, please mere saath chalo ghar jaana hai der horahi hai hume," he implored, lowering himself to her eye level in a bid to convey the urgency of their situation.
"Mai aapke saath kyu jaaun?" Aynoor's suspicion was palpable as she scrutinized Almeer's intentions. He sighed inwardly, resisting the urge to facepalm at her naivety.
"Kyu k abhi abhi tumhare bhai ne kaha mujhse k mai tumhara khayal rakhu aur tumhe apne sath lejaun," Almeer explained gently, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and compassion. He couldn't blame her for her brother's actions, nor could he bear to subject her to the weight of his anger and grief.
