| Novel Name: | Dulhan |
| Writer: | Nasir Hussain |
| Category: | Village Based Novel |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Dulhan By Nasir Hussain
"Kh...Khan...
Go change and come. Khan said coldly, handing her a pink sari.
How will I wear this, Khan? She bit her lip and lowered her eyes in shame. Her sweat started to drip from the very thought of wearing it.
Will you disobey your husband's orders? Khan took revenge. Zamal turned away awkwardly, thinking something, she grabbed the sari and headed towards the washroom.
Khan was sitting impatiently waiting for her. He was sitting with his arms behind his head, his eyes fixed on the washroom door eagerly.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen... Then twenty... Half an hour had passed but she did not come out.
Madam, come out immediately. I know you are not coming out on purpose. Khan said, knocking on the washroom door.
Zamal looked at herself nervously. The pink chiffon saree was embroidered with lace, which was very tight on her delicate vagina.
But Zamal did not like her blouse at all. The front neckline was extremely deep, while the back was closed with strings.
Opening the sash, she passed it around her waist and covered herself with her other shoulder, but she knew that this baseless protest could not change Khan's intentions.
I am coming. Just five minutes. She jumped at Khan's voice, then spoke in a dry, hoarse voice.
Khanum, I will count to five, otherwise I will break the door and come in. At Khan's threat, she let out a deep breath and moved towards the door.
When the door opened at the sound of a knock, Khan Fateh stepped back a little with a smile.
Pressing his lips, Khan, who was looking at Zamal with deep eyes, hid himself in the sash of the saree.
She stepped out of her trembling legs, her eyelids trembling with shame, her eyes refusing to rise towards Khan.
Khan.. I have the right to you, don't hide yourself from me.. As Khan stepped towards her, he lifted Zamal's face up. Zamal's eyes met Khan's.
Her cheeks became even hotter when she met Khan's eyes. She nodded her head involuntarily and lowered her eyes.
Khan, leaving her face, moved her head to the other shoulder. Now the shoulder was on one shoulder only.
Stepping back from her, Khan looked at Zamal carefully from top to bottom, as if he was crushing every detail of her.
Zamal closed her eyes tightly in panic. Her breath caught at the thought of Khan's deadly proximity.
Kh..Khan.. When Khan remained silent, Zamal called out to him in a trembling voice.
Look at me, Khan.. When Khan spoke in a cold tone, Zamal opened his eyes with a start and looked at him.
Don't take your eyes off me.. While talking to Zamal, Khan bent down and took out a knife hidden in his shoes.
Zamal was terrified seeing the knife. She stood there with her eyes fixed on Khan while biting her lips. Today, she felt afraid of Khan after a long time.
Khan drew out a knife and moved towards her.. Zamal lowered her eyes upon seeing Khan.
You didn't listen to me, Khan, now you will be No, I make it myself... His eyes were on the laptop.
You yourself...?.. He asked incredulously...
Yes, why... What's so surprising about it.....
Yes, in our village, men don't cook....
But this is not a village. ... There is a world of difference between a village and a city. .Now he started getting angry..........
Yes, you have seen your mother........
Yes....... He gave a one-word answer.. and she became silent. ......
Well, your mother taught you how to cook. .. I don't know, thinking, he asked this girl for the first time. .....
No, we haven't even seen our mother, she passed away when we were children. We learned to cook ourselves. .. You liked the food we cooked........
Yes, it was delicious... Although he had become a prisoner of her cooking. ..........
Then he didn't ask any other questions. She covered herself with a sheet and lay down. He also laid down with his laptop..!!
It was a holiday, so he was in no hurry to wake up. He slept until ten o'clock and after ten o'clock, when his sleep was complete, he went to the washroom to freshen up. When he came out, his black shirt was lying on the bed...
That means today he is being asked to wear a black shirt. Now he has started wearing his own ironed clothes..When he can drink tea and eat food made by his hands, there is no harm in wearing clothes............
But one thing he still does not understand is how this girl knows at what time he has woken up and puts that shirt on the bed at that time. Or when he has a headache or is in the mood to drink tea, she makes tea for him without asking. ..Although he did not give any such order as a traditional husband, she did all his work without being asked...She was performing all the duties of a traditional wife, but despite all this, he could not accept her...........
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