Baba Sai, I will not get married".....His eyes were turning red from restraint,,,His tone was also harsh,,,The girl standing in the corner was shedding tears at the argument between her father and brother
"Zahran Khan, this is our decision and you will have to accept it",,,His tone was blunt
"You are making the wrong decision Baba Sai,,,Why do you want to make me a partner in this sin too",,,He also replied with a double entendre
"Our decision is never wrong,,You are saying this, if it was anyone else, he would have pulled his tongue out of the ass",,,With red eyes, he shook the door and wall while speaking in a loud voice
"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it,,But remember, after this, you will have no connection with the mansion,,,Nor will you meet Mishi,,,The papers of Aaq will be received in a few days".....His tone was calm this time,,,Mishi cried rapidly at her father's words and hugged Aunt Jan
Seeing her sister crying, Zahran Khan pursed his lips,,His father too The player had arrived, The announcement was made,,,
Zahran Khan and Zamal Ibrahim were married,,Muhatsham Khan cast a smiling glance at Ahmed Ibrahim and Ahmed Ibrahim knew the meaning of those glances very well
Zamal was staring absent-mindedly at the lines on her hands, only then did she remember the being sitting in front of her, to whom her marriage had been performed some time ago,,,Expressions like hard rocks covered her face,,,Disgust,,,He clenched his fists due to which the veins were protruding,,,,Zamal's small heart was moved
A fair complexion that was turning red due to restraint,,Light brown intelligent eyes,,Silk hair set with gel,,Dressed in white cotton,,He took the brown chador from one shoulder and threw it over the other, undoubtedly he was the epitome of beauty
Sufyan cast a hateful glance at Shahzad Chaudhry and left from there
"Get out of here",,,,,She who was absorbed in thinking about her future life raised her head to address him so politely.....Seeing him, The woman, around thirty or thirty-five years old, seemed to be his servant. Zamal immediately looked around and saw that everyone was leaving. His gaze immediately went outside, where his father and brother were watching him helplessly, shedding tears. Of course, they had not been allowed to meet Zamal. Tears filled Zamal's big, honey-colored eyes. What kind of helplessness is this? Being his own? Someone else's order is to follow.