Love,Lies And Revenge

Chapter #2 The unforgettable Love

(The village of Khushalpur is buzzing with excitement as Jameel and Nusrat’s wedding day finally arrives. The air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and rose petals, and the sound of traditional drums and shehnai music can be heard in the distance.)

(Jameel, dressed in a elegant white sherwani, is seated on a decorated horse, surrounded by his friends and family. He is accompanied by a procession of villagers, all carrying colorful flags and banners.)

Nusrat: (smiling nervously, dressed in a stunning red lehenga) Maa, I’m so nervous!

Mother: (smiling) Don’t worry, beta, Jameel is a good man. He will take care of you.

(Nusrat’s friends and family help her adorn her hair with intricate henna designs and attach a delicate dupatta to her head.)

Mother: (placing a gentle hand on Nusrat’s shoulder) Now, go, my child. Go and start your new life with Jameel.

(Nusrat walks out of her family’s home, accompanied by her friends and family, and makes her way to the wedding venue – a beautifully decorated tent adorned with colorful fabrics and flowers.)

(Jameel dismounts his horse and approaches Nusrat, his eyes shining with happiness. The Imam begins the Nikah ceremony, and the couple exchanges their vows in a beautiful and emotional moment.)

(After the ceremony, the guests gather for a grand feast, featuring traditional dishes like biryani, kebabs, and haleem. The air is filled with laughter and chatter as the villagers celebrate the union of Jameel and Nusrat.)

(As the night wears on, the music and dancing begin, with Jameel and Nusrat taking to the floor for their first dance as a married couple. The villagers cheer and clap, wishing the happy couple a lifetime of love and happiness.)
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One year had passed since Jameel and Nusrat’s grand wedding, and the village of Khushalpur was buzzing with excitement once again. The young couple had settled into a happy routine, with Jameel working hard on his farm and Nusrat managing the household. But there was something missing – a child to complete their family.

Nusrat had been longing for a baby, and her prayers were finally answered when she discovered she was pregnant. The news spread like wildfire through the village, and everyone was overjoyed for the young couple.

Nine months later, on a crisp winter morning, Nusrat gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The midwife held up the tiny infant, and Jameel couldn’t contain his tears of joy.

“Aliza,” he whispered, gazing lovingly at his daughter. “Our little blessing from God.”

Nusrat smiled weakly, her eyes shining with happiness. “Our family is complete now,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

And so, Aliza was born, bringing immense joy and happiness to Jameel, Nusrat, and the entire village of Khushalpur.

(Jameel and Nusrat gazing lovingly at their newborn daughter, surrounded by the warmth and love of their family and community.):

After 7 years,

Jameel rushes out the door, briefcase in hand, as Nusrat calls out,
“Don’t forget your lunch!”
He nods, already thinking about the day’s tasks.
Nusrat turns to face the chaos:
Aliza wailing in her crib, laundry spilling out of the basket, and dishes piled high in the sink. She takes a deep breath and begins her day.

“Okay, little one, Mama’s got this,”

she says, lifting Aliza out of her crib. Feedings, diaper changes, and playtime ensue, all while Nusrat simultaneously starts the laundry, loads the dishwasher, and prepares breakfast.

As the morning whirlwind subsides, Nusrat collapses onto the couch, Aliza snoozing on her chest. She closes her eyes, savoring the brief moment of peace.

The doorbell rings – the milkman. Nusrat juggles Aliza and the milk bottles, managing to pour a glass without spilling a drop.

The day continues: cooking lunch, tidying up, and soothing Aliza’s tantrums. Nusrat’s hair is disheveled, her clothes stained, but her love for her family remains unwavering.
As Jameel returns home, he finds Nusrat exhausted but triumphant, Aliza giggling in her arms. He smiles, knowing his wife is a superhero, managing the daily chaos with grace and love.

The sun was setting over the small village of Khushalpur, casting a warm orange glow over the lush green fields and the happy gathering of friends and family. Jameel and Nusrat’s marriage was a joyous celebration, filled with laughter and music, seven years ago. Today, their daughter Aliza, a bright-eyed and curious six-year-old, was playing with her cousins, her giggles echoing through the air.
Jameel, a hardworking farmer, had spent the day toiling in the fields, ensuring a bountiful harvest for his family and community. As he returned home, exhausted but content, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.
Nusrat, busy preparing dinner, heard the commotion and rushed outside, her heart racing. She found Jameel lying motionless, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare. She screamed, and the village erupted into chaos.
Aliza, confused and frightened, clung to her mother’s skirt as Nusrat cradled Jameel’s lifeless body in her arms. The once-happy gathering turned into a somber mourning, as the news of Jameel’s sudden passing spread like wildfire.

The village elder, a wise and kind man, approached Nusrat and gently took Aliza from her arms.
“May Allah give you strength, Nusrat. Your daughter needs you now more than ever.”

Nusrat’s world shattered into a million pieces as she held Jameel’s body, her mind refusing to accept the cruel fate that had torn her beloved husband away from her and their young daughter. The memories of their laughter, their dreams, and their love now seemed like a distant memory, leaving only a deep abyss of grief and uncertainty.
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Nusrat sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on a worn-out photograph in her hands. It was an old picture of her and Jameel, taken on their wedding day. She couldn’t help but smile as memories flooded her mind.
She remembered the day Jameel’s proposal came to her family like it was yesterday. She was only 19, and Jameel was 25, already established as a successful farmer in their village. His kind eyes and gentle smile had captured her heart, but she was hesitant, knowing the responsibilities that came with marriage.

Jameel’s father, a respected elder in their community, had come to their home with a small entourage, bearing gifts and sweets. He had spoken to Nusrat’s father, extolling Jameel’s virtues and his ability to provide for their family. Nusrat’s mother had beamed with pride, knowing that Jameel was a good man from a reputable family.

As the proposal was presented to her, Nusrat had felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a hint of uncertainty. She had looked to her parents for guidance, and they had encouraged her to accept, knowing that Jameel would take care of her.
Now, as she gazed at the photograph, Nusrat’s thoughts drifted back to that moment. She remembered Jameel’s words, spoken with conviction and kindness:
“Nusrat, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. I promise to love and protect you, to build a life filled with happiness and children.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered,
“You kept your promise, Jameel. You gave me a beautiful life, and I’ll always cherish that.”
The photograph blurred as her tears fell, but she held it close, clinging to the memories of their love and the life they had built together.

Nusrat’s mother, Ammi, entered the room, her face etched with concern. She sat beside Nusrat, gently taking the photograph from her hands.

Ammi: (softly) Nusrat, my child, it’s been two years since Jameel’s passing. You’ve been stuck in grief for too long. It’s time to think about your future and Aliza’s well-being.
Nusrat: (tearfully) Mother, I know. But it’s hard to let go. Jameel was my everything.
Ammi: (firmly but kindly) I know he was, but life doesn’t stop. You have a daughter to raise, and she needs a father figure in her life. That’s why I want to talk to you about Rashid’s proposal.
Nusrat: (surprised) Rashid? But Mother, I…
Ammi: (interrupting) Listen, Nusrat. Rashid is a good man, and he’s willing to take care of you and Aliza. He’s successful, kind, and patient. Think about your daughter’s future. She needs stability and security.
Nusrat: (hesitant) But can I ever love again, Mother? Can I ever forget Jameel?
Ammi: (gently) You don’t have to forget Jameel, but you can learn to love again. Rashid is not replacing Jameel; he’s offering a new chance at happiness. Consider it, Nusrat. For Aliza’s sake, if not yours.

Nusrat looked at her mother, unsure but willing to consider her words. The thought of moving on was daunting, but for her daughter’s future, she was willing to take a step forward.:
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