"You'll also get fried fish," Farda replied with a smile.
It was not meant to be advice.
Hey Madam, I am going to get married. She is a complete housewife and a career woman. She keeps her own life after marriage. Keeping all these aspects in mind, I want to entrust you with this responsibility. As long as your marriage is not a series of grandmotherly affairs, you can easily do this job. After your marriage, you will see someone else." Samyana is
Walid Walid was speaking in his own distinctive, self-centered tone. It became difficult for him to stand on his own feet from then on. Walid had ruthlessly destroyed the Taj Mahal, despite his hopes and aspirations.
I am sorry Waleed, you have taken completely wrong meanings of my adoption, I was just a mixture of Fahmida aunty, may Allah say that I used to do small and big housework while taking care of her in love. I did not come here to become the supervisor of the employees. Your small act has made me very innocent. In the future, I will not set foot in this house either. On my behalf, Allah Hafiz Dar Baksh, forever, has taken a sharp step towards himself, the kitchen is full of food and fast, the room is full of
She had come out of the house. So listen, Walid is also behind her, open and ready.
Come on, Mom! They! She immediately hugged her mother. Her style was unusual in that she was like a sister to Nasima and Hamida.
Hey, how can we leave now? It's been so long. Fahmida wanted to stop her.
Hey! You tell them or should I go alone? Taking off her veil of discretion, she ignored Hamida and addressed her mother in a changing tone. By then Walid had also arrived.
You have spoiled our habits. Now I don't even want to eat food from Tareen's hand and I don't want to do it properly, my dear, I don't want to do it with a strong grip. At Waleed's request, the production of the product increased.
She raised her head in surprise and looked at him. What kind of job? She really didn't understand.
Your hand and I are hands and in the same way I know you. The way you have taken personal interest in the renovation of the house, I was really impressed by your abilities. This house needs a great person like you. You must not do any work yourself, only the servants. He will do the work. Mom is very soft-hearted and simple-minded. Tanya Mom is very simple. Here in Lamaz, in front of them, they are intoxicated with self-inflicted oppression and they also behave and collect money and light. I want you to take care of the entire management of this house. I will sell you very well with the pick and drop facility. Walid was speaking and Farda was standing still.
My mother did not find this idea appropriate, while I thought that there was no harm in talking and seeing, it is a bit like working in an office or a factory. What better option could there be for you than a respectable job within the four walls of your home? Then you are our number one and you can handle your responsibilities with full confidence. We will provide you with all possible support.
It would be better, Walid, for you to get married and not leave the responsibilities of the house to your wife. That would be appropriate. Farda, while recovering from his shock, had tried to take care of Naz, Omid's friendship. Hussain Walid, this
But you were saying the difference is that he talked about treating you like his own family. You are still there, I believe.
And I wanted to be the super rightful owner of my maternal uncle's house! In his eyes, I was just as much.
His voice had filled them, even after losing the courage and giving up, his love
Later, Mowas and I were going to his place to perform the Swat ritual when he killed me and my family with an arrow and went there with a person.
The actions of the province did not give the people the right to mourn in Karachi, even if they had given evidence of a party.
I was a very tired Loni when I met my future father.
I was on the right track, your father has made the best decision for you. I always stayed happy on his night, your Hajj was a good one. Rejecting such a good relationship is called kufr. You must thank Allah, my daughter.
With great joy, he advised Jamir to kiss his forehead. Seeing his mother so happy, he relieved his heart of all worries.
The next day, I had the opportunity to attack my mother. Abbas Ahmed had been arrested and I took Mir with Ahmed and Hassan, who were going to Sufyan's school.
Listen to me, I'm Rasili, sorry if you're offended by my words, I take what I have for myself, forget I ever said anything like that. He started to make excuses.
Or the future son of this YO, he took it from the spot, I answered him, then again, there is money, you keep opening your mouth in such surprise, saying what is there to drink in the bottle?
And I tell him. He will leave you guys as a driver. Walid, this Turkish city with a changed form, still does not fulfill the demands of Marwat.
We will go to this city first. We did not eat it ourselves. What should we do to present it to him? The important thing was to walk home holding my mother's hand.
What have I to do with it?
You have shown great speed today, I think that is the reason, and I think that your introduction has come.
Did you come? You know that Baniya has chosen someone. This is what happened, yet she fought in front of us, even for a little while. She loved me for nothing, she kept eating in her kitchen for two, two hours. If I had known earlier, I would have cursed everyone and not stepped foot here. Finally, the day was too late. Now it was Naseem's turn to be silent.
Walid told you this. Does he like another girl or does he? He asked in a whispering voice. Every time he answered, he gave a pout right in the nose.
But you were saying the difference is that he talked about treating you like his own family. You are still there, I believe.
And I wanted to be the super rightful owner of my maternal uncle's house! In his eyes, I was just as much.
His voice had filled them, even after losing the courage and giving up, his love
Later, Mowas and I were going to his place to perform the Swat ritual when he killed me and my family with an arrow and went there with a person.
The actions of the province did not give the people the right to mourn in Karachi, even if they had given evidence of a party.
I was a very tired Loni when I met my future father.
I was on the right track, your father has made the best decision for you. I always stayed happy on his night, your Hajj was a good one. Rejecting such a good relationship is called kufr. You must thank Allah, my daughter.
With great joy, he advised Jamir to kiss his forehead. Seeing his mother so happy, he relieved his heart of all worries.
The next day, I had the opportunity to attack my mother. Abbas Ahmed had been arrested and I took Mir with Ahmed and Hassan, who were going to Sufyan's school.
Listen to me, I'm Rasili, sorry if you're offended by my words, I take what I have for myself, forget I ever said anything like that. He started to make excuses.
Or the future son of this YO, he took it from the spot, I answered him, then again, there is money, you keep opening your mouth in such surprise, saying what is there to drink in the bottle?
And I tell him. He will leave you guys as a driver. Walid, this Turkish city with a changed form, still does not fulfill the demands of Marwat.
We will go to this city first. We did not eat it ourselves. What should we do to present it to him? The important thing was to walk home holding my mother's hand.
What have I to do with it?
You have shown great speed today, I think that is the reason, and I think that your introduction has come.
Did you come? You know that Baniya has chosen someone. This is what happened, yet she fought in front of us, even for a little while. She loved me for nothing, she kept eating in her kitchen for two, two hours. If I had known earlier, I would have cursed everyone and not stepped foot here. Finally, the day was too late. Now it was Naseem's turn to be silent.
Walid told you this. Does he like another girl or does he? He asked in a whispering voice. Every time he answered, he gave a pout right in the nose.
Leave it alone and live your life according to your own ideas.
He smiled and addressed the head. Abbas Ahmed was smiling while patting his shoulder. The punishment
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I had returned to the village after doing my wedding shopping. I was starting to think about this call and it was starting to bother me. I tried to contact this number several times but I couldn't get through to him and every time I got a call, it was a bad call.
It was private, but you guys let me give and take orders. After all, why are you guys so quick to get married? Umair must have been shocked by such a sudden marriage.
Muaz had only heard Umair speak once in the library. Along with his charming appearance, his soft voice had also captivated Muaz. His own sisters were gods without any real reason. Many times in front of Muaz, she had praised his way of speaking with all her heart. She was capable of praising him.
Tabid had insisted that Moaz would have no objection to completing your academic studies after marriage. "You can submit your papers even after marriage, you are welcome." Mubhar had decorated her with a sweet smile. She was left with a cold breath.
Today, she answered the call she had made today. The girl was talking fast. The tone of the girl was very different from Jeer. She was definitely not the last one. It didn't take long for Muaz to reach this conclusion. But somewhere, Khair had confided in one of her friends.
She would not have wanted his help in this matter while making it. Perhaps Mirwais loves someone else and is happy with this marriage, or she is her guardian and is not happy with the marriage, has she conveyed the message of her heart to him through someone else, or is she unaware of this whole affair? She had called without Khair's knowledge, but then what was the purpose of it?
Mu'adh Ali became so agitated that he finally gave up and entrusted the matter to Allah. He could have changed such an important vision of his life on such a call.
With his love. There was also the question of whether Abbas Ahmed was worthy of marriage. The date of marriage had been fixed. Now the marriage took place on its appointed date. Even if Mir was not happy with this marriage, Moaz was confident in the power of his love to force this girl to love him.
Having reached a final decision, Muaz was satisfied. All other things had been pushed out of his mind.
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Nima and Farda were waiting, waiting. No one came from Muaz and Raha's house to even ask for any kind of answer.
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Moaz was in the office when he received a call from an unknown number on his mobile phone. He answered the call in a busy tone. His eyes were on his laptop.
I am talking to you, Muaz! I have something important to say to you. Muaz sat up straight. "Are you listening to me?" was asked in a polite manner from the other side.
I said to someone. Muaz's sixth sense indicated that someone was coming. He adopted a cautious tone. I don't want to get married, actually I don't want to marry anyone.
I love you. For God's sake, refuse this relationship. I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life. I will recite it in a sharp tone. The conversation was forced and disconnected. Did you select the subject or its perfection? Muaz's mind was tingling.
The wedding cards had arrived secretly, what a surprise. He left the work unfinished and went home, claiming ill health from his boss. Yesterday, his mother and sisters
If Naheed Begum had come, she would have thrown herself into the field of false love for her daughter, and I would have treated Naheed Begum so harshly that the relationship would have ended. Although Muaz's relationship would not have come back even for a second, Jubeer's marriage would not have happened either. Naheed, she came to check the size of the others by drinking alcohol and she was
Abbas Ahmed replied in a sweet tone. He lived in the world and the orphan brother tried to live in the world. Abbas Mian, the orphans have a right. The matter will also be asked in the Hereafter. Be pious and take care of your sister and niece. I am the one who has four more.
"What right have I given them, Kaniz Mamani?" "Kaniz Mamani!" Abbas Ahmed had difficulty controlling his tone and manner.
Hey Mian Alog is angry with me because I speak Godly words. Nasima is poor. Not only I but the whole family knows about the miserable life she is leading in your house. When can you or your wife come to your relatives and tell them that she is dear to you? Why did you do that to her? Sometimes, she only comes to lighten the load and the worst thing is that our king loves her very much and after listening to her words, he considers you his own and advises her. For the sake of Allah, treat her well. For the sake of Allah, please
Mamani was advising him. Abbas did not treat him with the proper respect, but his heart was filled with self-respect. He could not believe that Naira had such respect for him among those who had kept his relations.
He always gave priority to his wife and children over his nieces and nephews. Sometimes, he even gave them more than his wife and children. He was also tormented by a sense of guilt. He could not give Sabiha the love and respect she deserved throughout her life. He sometimes abused others too.
They were harassing him for several days by preventing him from going to the university. His daughter, who was even more obedient to him, was bowing her head to his decision, but the sadness in her eyes could not be hidden from him.
He tried to satisfy himself by harboring many interpretations in his heart, yet in a corner of his heart,
A week before the wedding, Moaz received the same call again.
I told you, Muaz, that I don't want to marry you. It would be better for you if you refused the marriage, otherwise I will refuse at the time of the marriage. That much was done.
Muaz pursed his lips and said the whole thing. Then he delivered his answer in a rough and pointed manner. Paya
Look, Madam, whatever I am, at least I am not a stranger. Assuming this is Umair's wish, I would like to hear it from him myself, but before that, I am racing to reach you before I hear this from the call. Leave Mir's worries and "and celebrate your good fortune. You will have a good ending."
In response to the insult, Moaz also gave him his own, "I am your friend." On the other hand, the phone was turned off in a state of shock.
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Abbas Mian would have agreed, but first you should have thought about Farda's relationship. She is only two or four months older than me, shouldn't she have gotten married first?
You are a Cypriot, and you were also a Mamani who had taken a card from Abbas Ahmed's wedding on Monday and was also sitting in the cyberspace without any hesitation.
"Tomorrow is also my responsibility, dear! My only wish is that as soon as a good relationship comes along, I will be relieved of its obligations."
The style turned out to be correct. But this answer was not in line with Muaz's loving wishes -
But he had also been made to do so. He had made up his mind before marriage that if Khair did not agree to this relationship, he would give her so much love that she would be forced to love him, but Mir's response had suddenly hurt his masculine ego so much that he forgot to consider and confess what had happened to him.
"No, I am not satisfied with my marriage to anyone. I was not satisfied with myself. I wanted to marry a highly educated and educated girl. You are still young, my mother fell in love with you at first sight and immediately asked for a relationship. For the sake of my mother's happiness, I have also been forced to make this agreement."
He would have written his opinion. Muaz took a deep breath and convinced him. How boldly he cursed the freshness of the first sight, saying that it was his mother's fault. He blamed her for this dishonesty. His heart was angry with him for this dishonesty, but he listened to the call of his heart and made it unheard.
However, I am a person who does not know my commitments. I have made this bond, so I will fulfill it with full honesty and I hope that you and I, Omid Karimi, will do the same.
At his words, the thing had bowed its head, but there was a deep, unspoken secret in its heart. Why was this its destiny in terms of future relationships?
Before marriage, her father had not showered her with love and affection. Now, her husband has revealed the first signs of marriage, saying that he has included her in his life under an agreement.
What conclusion should I draw from your silence, he was asking. Mir
I will try my best to never let you have any complaints about me, and you will not cry. She had assured Muaz that she would not meet him.
He considered himself guilty of his daughter. He had not done all this because of Qaima's words. He knew very well that Farda had no desire to study. He had prevented Mir Baksh from studying further so that his brother might become a victim of inferiority complex.
Neema believed that she had convinced her brother by threatening him with the outside world and environment, but he had full faith in his daughter. What a thought, sitting at home for a while, she had ordered the Rabbani to come down on Monday too.
At every turn of life, he had made his sister and niece the strength of his children, yet I still didn't know why I was happy with them.
He was with a sad heart but did not ask Nasima about it. ☆☆☆
The unassuming, simple-minded person who had always lived in the community had become a formidable figure.
When her father kissed her forehead and held her close to his chest, her restraint broke. She cried so hard that it was impossible to silence her.
Maan could feel Maaz's tears welling up in his heart, but for now, Maaz's mother and sisters were doing their duty of comforting and consoling others.
After leaving, she came to Muaz's ancestral home in the village. Muaz couldn't help but wait for her on the honeymoon.
"So you weren't happy with this relationship?" He had asked Marmari this question in anticipation of hearing Umair's immediate denial.
"How did you know?" the stranger asked in shock.
His answer cleared up a hole in my heart, meaning that the caller was someone else. Muaz
I have never looked at my mother-in-law.
It's from Amma Moon. She was surprised, she meant honeymoon, she apologized, she understood his surprise and explained it. There are many words in a mother's dictionary whose meaning is understood only by her children.
Hearing this answer, the stranger felt a little embarrassed, but he laughed out loud. It would certainly be considered rude to open your mouth and say something in front of your mother-in-law, but no, her eyes were filled with tears in an attempt to control them. Muaz's
He looked at her with wide eyes, then his eyes widened. He couldn't decide if this girl was really that beautiful or just how beautiful she was.
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Muaz had not yet applied for a leave of absence. In the first few days, the offerings were made to the gods. Who was the value of friends of the evil ones? If you want to get money from Aats, you would invite a friend to the League or the people of Khair, but you would have to take the pressure and invite the devotees. By Allah, by Allah, by Allah, this series was coming to an end. Before making this today, Muaz addressed him.
He had given me special instructions that until the color of Jeer's sister's hair is not changed. Don't take responsibility for her. I have been waiting for so many days that the color of your henna will change in the coming days, but perhaps you are going through the design. I am going through the design. Tir Titi: This henna is not even taking the name of manna. Maara was apparently serious.
The ears of the bride were just stunned after hearing her words. Was it because she used to make tattoos on her palms in her free time? Obviously, she was a newlywed bride and had to go for the dhoti. She didn't know how to do makeup. Even the palms of her hands would have created an impression of love. In her mind, she was following this simple rule, but today, Moaz had mentioned it.
I had embarrassed him by giving him dinner. I didn't even have time to make dinner at home. Breakfast
By the way, the ceremony also took place in the village, some people in the city are not Muaz or Muaz, I am going to talk about it, my family had showered so much love on him during this period that he met them on the way back to the city and regularly shed tears. He had become familiar with their sincerity and simplicity in this short period of time.
All four of Miad's sisters had been killed by their aunts and uncles and lived nearby. Not Muaz, but her nephews, nieces, and the eldest, Kartahid Begum, whom she had begun to call Amma at their request, had become of immense importance to her.
No, how can I be there alone, mother of the feet! You had promised that you would walk with me. So you refused at the right time, as promised. She complained to her mother-in-law.
Queen of trouble! I am compelled to say that everyone has heard the sound of the moon. This should be dealt with well and then I will come and live with you as a citizen. They ate, my dear.
Don't believe what my dear mother says, my dear, she loves her children more than her only son. Come on, I used to live in a hostel during my student life, how long have I been alone after my job? My mother barely stays with me for a week and then she comes back to her daughters. Muaz had also expressed her sadness and regret.
Yes, if you tell me, I used to be in my office all day, I would sit there and do the math. When I didn't even have a midwife, but now my daughter is there. Why shouldn't I stay? You guys should go now, you have wasted so many days sitting here in the hut. My dear, Moaz, extend your vacation and deal with the monsoon as well, Naheed Begum advised her son. Mir
We both do it lightly, but I have noticed that you don't even make any arrangements for yourself on the bench. I think you have to sell ambrosia to make a living. Yes. Was Moaz right in his guess? Jireh remained silent in response.
He should come clean. But this is not such a big problem that we should take it seriously. Let's make it a topic of discussion.
I've been living alone in the city for so many years, so obviously I didn't cook every day. I've had experience, so I haven't become a real expert in cooking, because I don't need to worry. I don't have a son here, either.
"I will teach them everything except how to make it." Muaz made a worried face and said, "Khari Sur will give his wife a full rib."
"I have no problem making bread either. I am an expert in it too," he informed enthusiastically.
I am getting late from the office. Take care of yourself. He gently answered her call. He left for the office, wanting to pat her. It seemed like a reward for some good deed of his. This person gave him his
The words he had spoken that night had made her feel sad, now she had left in a state of sadness. Muaz had declared this marriage to be a compromise, but even in this compromise he had treated Bir so lovingly that Jireh was jealous of his strength. It was not the miracle of the two words of marriage or the brilliance of Muaz's personality that she had fallen in love with him in a few days. But now she had found herself in the mold of Muaz's choice.
How did she decide to transform this one-sided love into a two-sided one? She didn't want to live a life like her mother, she wanted to receive her husband's attention and love as a right, and she was willing to do whatever it took for him to do so.
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Freya, what has happened to my child? Why do you keep making this face and head-scratching appearance? Come on, be quiet.
I would definitely make something for myself and something good for dinner, but we are not in the area today. I would also like to have a Sunday or a weekday on the page. Today we will have dinner at home.
Mir barely swallowed at Moaz's words. From what his mother-in-law Nanda had said, he had realized that Moaz was fond of good food, while he was upset about his lack of cooking skills.
"Before marriage, he had told his mother that he didn't know how to cook very well. Ayan had said that he should teach himself, but his mother doesn't come with us at the moment."
He left the drinks unfinished as a confession. Muaz barely suppressed a smile at this innocent gesture.
"Okay, you could have made some simple dish. No need to hesitate too much." He wanted to encourage her.
"What easy dish?" She thought. "I would have made dal and rice, man. What could be a simpler dish than this?" Muaz found a solution to the problem.
Yes, dal and rice are from Patal, but will you eat dal and rice every day? She asked spontaneously, and Muaz had to resort to coughing to stop herself.
Don't say that I'm a complete idiot or that I didn't do any housework before marriage. Jubeer realized his stupidity.
I used to do some work before that. Apart from cooking, I used to do all the work from cleaning the kitchen to cleaning the house etc. First, I used to do all the work from my father and then my father did not touch the food from the door, but I used to tell my aunt or uncle to cook. I did not get a chance to learn cooking: I did not get a chance to learn.
Changed clothes, she has been wearing this same pair for three days." Nayar called out to his beloved daughter. "It has been many days since I last saw her. She was in the same condition. She had become confused. I was worried seeing her daughter's condition. Continued.
A house for Wajid is being searched by a young girl. Both of Wajid's sons, who are educated and have started working in good departments, are also not good. Just by going somewhere, you will come into the eyes of people. Maybe Allah will look somewhere and create a reason for you. Nasima was now thinking about her daughter.
In all this game of fate, which one of the mothers would come and go? Whether she was sitting at home or not, her relationship with Asmiya was good or bad.
"What happened to my efforts or yours? I have come to understand the truth that no one can snatch away someone's fortune by using negative tactics. You yourself have used positive tactics all your life and have also put me to this work, but now I am tired. Please leave me alone."
"Okay, don't be too much of an expert. Now, what wrong thing have I done? I have said yes or no. This is what will come. Only then will the boys' mothers see the house. Sons, there is no relationship, there will be one, no, no. Now everyone's fate is a little stronger than others." Neema's wealth began to shine through.
Okay, okay, I'll go to Hamdani's place. I'm hungry now.
He reluctantly agreed to go, refusing to do anything. ☆☆☆
Suspicion, malice, envy, and hatred are all the terrors of the heart, my sisters. We would never want to think bad of anyone and our misfortune to be obvious to that person. But my sisters! Allah knows the wealth of intentions and is also aware of our actions and deeds. On the Day of Judgment, when these seemingly insignificant evils will be weighed in the balance, we will be unable to do anything except regret and regret.
You took Muaz's threat too seriously. If that phone call had been traced and reached you, this brotherhood would have been broken. Now forget about this brother-in-law. Go and get rid of all the others and this Muaz too, he was not the last wonderful person in the world. God willing, my daughter will find someone even better than him," she said. She was shouting at him.
Come on, you are understanding what kind of heartfelt attachment I had with this Amāz that I have till now. I cannot understand and mourn the loss of him. It's just that my heart is becoming very empty these days. The horror of the strange remains for me. I am unable to take the state of my own heart. She spoke helplessly.
It was because after Muaz's death, both mother and daughter had become scared. The name that Farda used to call me was called Farda's name. Farda had lost me out of fear.
She had attended Mir's wedding on the pretext of illness and had recovered from the illness. She had also avoided facing Muaz, lest he should misunderstand her tone, but after so many days, her fear had disappeared. Muaz's threat was certainly a threat, but for some reason, Yasit had settled in her heart. She herself was unable to understand the reason for her terror.
Well, listen to me. Those girls who are studying in the school, that girl, came to her house to give a lesson. Even if you go there with Sabiha, you should go there. All the women in the neighborhood gather. Maz Hamdani's son has become a doctor and she was telling me a lot that she would take care of her son.
The greatness of life that you have received. I will also consider these matters along with my worship.
"You are my daughter." Abbas was calling her. You are forced to rely on your own happiness. He and I have always cherished your love. Mir has left no stone unturned in making you suspicious of your wife and children. He has continued to rob them of their rights."
Is it because of her father's free speech? Abbas brother, I think it has affected her mood. Nasima, hearing her daughter's flowers, is so happy. Mahmud
No, mother, let me speak today. You have trained me very hard. You have taught me that only our love and earnings are ours. You forced me to do my duty without any reason. I took illegal advantage of Mamani's silence and silence from a worldly person. I always tried to make Mamani suspicious of them. Instead of acknowledging the kindness of Mamani and his family, I always spread the impression of his kindness in front of the world. Allah has given me the ability to do this. Now you go and do your deeds. Three times I did not ask Mamani to forgive me.
Obeying her, she also tried to do something very bad while offering prayers. "Mum, did you wake up?" She raised her hands to pray after offering prayers, but who knows what happened to her. The mill was blocked.
She was talking about everything, not her, but before she could say anything, I was already nervous, tomorrow was nine. "The unpleasant quarrels of siblings and
There is no such thing as competition. Whether you did it knowingly or unknowingly, or whether you are now ashamed of whatever you did last night, this is enough as a remedy for these shortcomings. Therefore, do not put so much on your mind, for me or your uncle, no one is angry with you. "Or from anyone or uncle
Sabiha had just finished speaking. Abbas raised his eyes and looked at his spouse. The one he had been belittling all his life. She was the brightest star in his fortune, but like Farwa, he was blinded by his own desires.
The speaker was addressing the other women, apparently there was nothing new in this statement, she had been reading things since childhood, either there was a real impact of Allah in this one woman's statement or it was just a joke, while listening to the statement, time was starting to creep up on Farda. Even if she returned home, the restlessness of her heart would subside.
"What happened to your period? Da Bina! You are fine," Sabiha asked, seeing the unusual expression on her face.
"Wal ast ra ba saer ani kar le dil ra
Stop. There is a heavy burden on my heart. I have died.
What happened, Farwa! Why are you crying so loudly? Nasima is worried after seeing her daughter's condition.
As soon as Abbas arrived, Farda's crying intensified upon seeing his uncle.
What's wrong, son? Why is my child crying so badly? " Abbas wrapped his arms around her. "I am so sorry, uncle! Forgive me." She clung to her uncle's chest and cried even more restlessly.
Who said you are bad? You are very good to me.
He still didn't have the courage to confess. Perhaps in a third of the year he would have confessed his love along with this confession, but for now, he supported the word of patience and freed the future from the idea of shame.
"No, I assure you that I will overcome my shyness and show you how to be a mature and understanding wife."
"And why would you do all this, Mrs.?" Muaz asked with great seriousness.
"Let's stop crying now and take charge of our kitchen. How long has it been since you cooked something good and fed me?" He addressed her with a smile.
"I know Mahaz that you have merely bowed your head to Amma's wishes, but I do not want to be a part of your life under any compromise. I will mold myself according to your desired mold, then this closed mind will not be a compromise for you," she was asking in a very hopeful tone. That tone.
In the grave of the fallen, the daughter will dig the ground from under her feet. This brother, even by being a brother-in-law, made her listen to everything. Now let her do me a disservice, she could not raise her head in front of her throughout her life. Two tears of regret fell from her eyes. ☆☆☆
You had also made the compromise, Jubeer, you were also willing to this marriage. Now tell me what I have to do so that this bond will not remain a compromise for you either.
Knowing that the opportunity was lost, Muaz called her to talk about the only thing in her heart. The only obstacle that had prevented him from expressing his love for the girl of Mina till now. Not from
"Who told you that I agreed to this marriage this year? Yes, at the beginning, when your proposal came, I was a little worried when I heard about your words. When my mother told me."
"What do you mean, tomorrow's talk?" Mu'adh spoke about it.
"Leave it alone, Maada, what's the point of mentioning these things now?" Mir said, avoiding the side.
I would like to say two things, but I apologize. He was actually a half-aunt, even before you.
-You have gone to people's houses, so when Mir saw Muaz hesitating, he was waiting for his words to be fulfilled.
As a child, you used to walk around in knickers and a vest all day long, applying lots of mascara to your eyes:
Today will be the first day of Mir's birthday. The material was off from the office and he was arranging the same and placing it in the kitchen with Bibi, me and the elephant. Well, the vegetable book was coming but he was not paying attention to it. He asked Muaz several times to tell him something, "Now open it or I'm not working," or he kept cutting vegetables, bowing his head from the city.
If you want to say something, you have seven minutes. Seven minutes later, I took my netted chicken out of the fridge and started preparing for the next stage. How could Moaz have heard his heart?
I want to read more, Moaz, she said, quickly drawing a line at Moaz's offer. "Yes, when did I forbid you?"
You have it. Prepare well. In the papers, Abi finds it easy to prepare. Muaz rewarded me with an answer as expected. Yes.
You were hoping for a highly educated spouse. Please tell me what you mean by higher education. I want to study there. She spoke in a distant tone. Muaz looked at her carefully.
And
And I believe I am very mature.
"And?" Muaz was also serious.
"Mir finished speaking with great enthusiasm. It was Muaz. Muaz was not able to do anything except for someone lying in the kitchen.
All the complaints to Aunty were like that. Maybe I was too sensitive and lost my temper over small things. After marriage, I would curse my mother-in-law and even my uncle during every crisis.
She spoke frankly. Moaz smiled at her. If he was going to fall in love with this girl, she was certainly worthy of love. Now all that was left was to tell her the story of his love.
It's been a little over seven minutes, some things Muaz will do later. Jubeir made him realize how much time was passing.
Muaz took a deep breath and nodded his head in affirmation. When he had already exchanged expressions of love, there was no harm in delaying even a little longer. It was a very romantic place.
And when he later told the story of love, beginning with the love of his own eyes, in a passionate manner, it took no one else long to believe it.
No, Abar Raqi wanted me from the first day of marriage, she was incredulous. She did it long ago on the first day. Muaz Muaz - did it
"Now, don't look at me with your eyes wide open. It was love that made me go to the ice cream shop after having breakfast with them in silence, although apart from paratha, no other breakfast comes out of my practice. I eat the rice made by your hands with great enthusiasm. Instead of scolding me, I am teaching you to cook with so much love."
So you are doing all this in love. What is the preparation of the hypocrisy and hypocrisy? I kept thinking that your nature is so good." Khair was a little disappointed. But she was not so open as Muaz. Muaz also loved her.
Pick up something heavy and put it on your head. Umair's head was lifted, what solid reasons he had for not agreeing to my trickery. He had been running horses of speculation everywhere. His heart had always testified to this girl's character, but on the honeymoon night, a poor woman had become a snare and had gone into his chest. That snare would not be there today. How much golden time had he wasted because of his stupidity. If she had not dared to say this today, who knows how long
"Why did you keep quiet about it at first? Why did you stay silent, Mu'adh?" I asked fearfully, afraid of his expected displeasure.
I used to have the saying "cut onion, cut rat" but this is the first time I've seen a frog come out of a mountain. That is, you are the reason for these things, weren't there any paths in this relationship?" He was asking in a seemingly empty tone, hiding his immense happiness.
And you, taking aim from afar, had also pierced Farwa's forehead. Mir remembered something else.
"If I had known at that time that you two ladies would go and destroy the most beautiful days of my future like this, I would have chosen a better weapon instead of a gun," he said, frowning.
By the way, your cousin is not crazy at all. Muaz adopted a slightly cautious tone. He had even guessed who the person trying to make him suspicious was, but he wanted to tell everyone about it.
Don't worry, Iqbal, Maya has changed a lot from me. Maazha was apologizing to me on the phone for what she said. I had to convince myself with difficulty that I was absolutely not happy with her.
He looked up and smiled.
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She had not developed any emotional connection with Walid. She did not even know when she had fallen in love with him.
On his way back from the office, Moaz went to Mir to get coins. He took Eli Pir from him.
She had failed miserably in every attempt to chase him away from her memories, and then she would pray to Allah to instill Waleed's image in her heart. One day, Aunt Fahmida and Uncle Taufiq had come to her. She was surprised to see them working for a drug dealer, and was shocked to know the purpose of their visit. Aunt Fahmida had asked for Waleed's relationship with her.
But did you mention Walid? Nayar is surprised. It was Umm Al-Mun.
Tears of gratitude came to Neha's eyes. She had lost her intention before. Despite her efforts, the goal had not been achieved, and even now, the goal had not been achieved. When she repented of her mistake and tried to purify her intention, the destination had been lost without even taking a step. Allah had accepted her repentance so quickly. Her heart was prostrated in gratitude for this kindness of the Lord. She answered the responsibility of Abbas. Now, for this kindness, Ahmed's heart was filled with gratitude.
"Fahmida came to say that she is my daughter, but Abbas Bhai has taken on every responsibility for her. The decision to take this important step in her life is also up to the brother and sister-in-law." At his words, Abu smiled and looked at Abbas Ahmed. "What do you think, will you give Abbas Waid the honor of acceptance?"
"Take some time to think, Abbas Bhai. Let us know your answer later," Tawfiq had said.
Oh no, brother, what kind of thinking is that? I even gave up my relationship with Jubeer after meeting Muaz once, while Waleed is our beloved child. I believe that when happiness comes your way -
But if someone knocks, don't delay in opening the door.
Mir went to the nearby market with her mother to buy some essentials. Coincidentally, Nasima and Abbas Ahmed were also not at home. The next day, Ehsan was home, but they were not there, but they were looking for a room. Moaz sat in the drawing room waiting for Khair. When Farda came with a cup of tea. With teary eyes, she wanted to apologize to Moaz. She was confessing her actions, but Moaz did not let her finish her words. In this, there was no such thing as a mother.
"What happened is ongoing and anyway, you don't even seem to understand the meaning of the brothers. I am your sister-in-law, Bibi, and you are the daughter of my late maternal uncle. For me, I am like two sisters. Anyway, if you had not harbored any ill will between me and you, I would have had a reason to be angry with you. Therefore, there is no need to be ashamed of mentioning this again, nor would I have to explain it to you. I have not mentioned anything about this."
He was advising her. The next day, she looked at him gratefully. As good as it was, she would have rejected him like Mu'az-e-Ma'arij. But today, instead of punishing me, she had prayed from her heart for his eternal happiness.
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It had been a while since Fahmida had gone to her aunt's. How much effort had she put into becoming the underling of this luxurious house? She could not become the underling of Waleed's house, but she did not know when Waleed had become the permanent underling of her heart. She tried to chase him away from her memories and tried to convince herself that she was attracted to him only because of his status, but despite admitting her cunning, her heart refused to admit that
"We accept this relationship with great joy. Am I right, Sabiha?"
They asked for their spouse's opinion. Sabiha smiled and nodded in the affirmative. Then everyone's faces turned sweet and their cheeks were red.
Congratulations to everyone, I will now decide the wedding date with the advice of my parents because we don't want to delay this noble cause too much. Taufiq Sahib said with a smile.
Keep the date. Nowadays, whenever it rains, it is torrential, the function should not be affected. "Moaz started talking while shaking a little. Tawfiq Sahib had supported his words and took out his mobile and started looking at the rain forecast for the next month. Ghair stared at her husband through his smartphone. Moaz winked at him and smiled. Ghair stopped staring at him in surprise and looked at the audience. Thankfully, no one was paying attention. A satisfied smile spread across Jubeir's face. Ferida was busy in the kitchen taking care of the guests. He went to Ferda in the kitchen and kissed her.
"You are my lack. Earlier, you were all big and respected among the big ones, and now instead of helping me, you are busy teasing me." The next day, she also came to know about his teasing.
After marriage, girls automatically become trustworthy, don't worry, next month you will also get this certificate of trustworthiness and understanding. Jubeer collected a royal book. The next day his attempt was thwarted. An and Neema saw this scene towards Bachchan. This demonstration of love and devotion in this constitution was done after so many years, so this? Only two were responsible for the delay.
The kindness of the servant may have always been in his endless throat, but the happy aspect was that emotions like limit, some, grudge, and anger had left his heart as well as this courtyard forever.
Now, love and acceptance reigned here. Instructing the girls to quickly move their hands, she smiled with relief and walked back towards the drawing room.
Tomorrow is your daughter, Toufiq Bhai, but you can't date her without consulting Jubeir and Muaz. You know, you have to put your beloved daughter and son-in-law first in matters with them. God willing, everything will be fine and in the presence of Muaz, we will take care of the rest of the matters. It would be a shame if
Fahmida came and Tawfiq Sahib smiled happily and nodded in affirmation. ☆☆☆
The wedding date was being filed very seriously in Abbas Ahmed's drawing room. It was wedding season, and many weddings were scheduled for the following month.
It is a Sunday at ten when Shaista Baji is hosting a wedding for her son. Mitra is probably getting married to Safia Aunty's daughter. Taufiq Bhai wants the wedding to be on Sunday itself, so we can see the wedding in the morning. I think that day is free, so let's have some function there. I expressed my opinion. Mir looked at his mother with love. For the quiet Sabiha, I felt very good about this trust from her.
"After that, I applied for leave. I am Umaira, our monsoon will be delayed even more," Yar Muaz had whispered in Jubeer's ear. More
What did you say, son, let's do the monsoon, it's a little bit of a monsoon season. It wasn't even in Muaz's wild imagination that Neema Phupo's hearing would be so enviable. "I mean, I came after seeing the weather forecast.
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