(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...
I want to make a group of my readers on Snapchat. Why? No reason, just wanna discuss my deadass life . (@ itsminmin_19) disclaimer warning ⚠, author is dumb as hell!! Btw, Aynoor :
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The atmosphere in Khan Haveli was usually vibrant and lively, especially since Aynoor's arrival, but today there was an extra buzz of activity. Servants hurried in and out of the haveli, carrying trays of food and various items, while Khanum supervised the cleaning of every nook and cranny.
In the living room, Khanum's authoritative voice echoed as she directed the workers to ensure every speck of dust was removed. "Shano!! achi tarah se saaf karo! Kitni dafa keh chuki k mujhe koi gandagi nazar na aaye," she commanded, her tone firm yet expectant. The workers diligently complied, eager to meet Khanum's standards.
Curiosity brewed among the servants as they whispered amongst themselves, trying to make sense of the unusual hustle and bustle. "Ye badi begum ko kya hogya hai?" a young servant girl whispered to Guley, her eyes wide with intrigue. Guley merely shrugged in response, equally puzzled by Khanum's sudden fervor.
"Koi khaas mehmaan aane wale hain," Guley whispered back, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. The young girl's frown deepened at the revelation, her mind already buzzing with questions about the identity of the guests.
"Kon?" the young servant girl asked again, her curiosity piqued, but Guley shook her head in frustration.
"Mujhe nahi maloom!" she exclaimed, her exasperation evident in her tone, causing the girl to pout in disappointment.
"Maa ji, sab tayaari hogyi hai kya?" Zoya's voice interrupted their conversation as she entered the living room, carrying Mustakeem in her arms. Khanum turned to her daughter-in-law with a warm smile.
"Ji, beta ji," she replied, extending her arms to take Mustakeem from Zoya. However, the little boy seemed determined to resist, thrashing around in Zoya's embrace.
"Isey kya hua hai?" Khanum inquired, her brow furrowing in concern as she observed Mustakeem's unusual behavior. Zoya chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"Subah se garden mai jaane ki zidd kar raha hai, aur phir iski zidd toh aap jaanti he hain na..." Zoya explained, her voice trailing off as she shared a knowing look with Khanum. Khanum couldn't help but smile at Mustakeem's stubbornness, reaching out to pinch his cheeks affectionately, eliciting a snarl from the little boy.
"Guley!?" Khanum's voice called out, and Guley promptly entered the living room.
"JI?" she responded, awaiting Khanum's instructions.
Khanum smiled warmly and replied, "Mustakeem ko zara garden mai le jaao. Khayal rakhna kahi gir wir naa jaye." Her tone overflowed with affection for her grandson, and Guley eagerly went to hold Mustakeem, who happily jumped into her arms.
Observing Guley taking Mustakeem, Zoya turned to Khanum, curiosity evident in her expression. "Mehmaan kab tak aayengy?" she inquired, eager to know when the guests would arrive.
