In the dimly lit hut nestled within the quiet village, a girl stood draped in a delicate abaya. Her tear-streaked face was partially hidden beneath the folds of the fabric, her silent sobs the only sound in the stillness. Across from her, a man stood rigid, his eyes burning with cold fury.
Moments later, Maulvi Sahab entered, his presence commanding the room as he began theΒ recitation of the nikkah.
"Qabool hai," Rehan's voice was laced with icy indifference, the words cutting through the air like a blade.
"Qabool hai," Meera whispered, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. Her hands shook as she signed the nikkah agreement, sealing their fates together in a bond that was meant to be beautiful, yet felt suffocating.
As the ink dried on the paper, signifying the beginning of their life together, Rehan turned to her with a bitterness that stung.
"I made the biggest mistake by coming here," he muttered, his voice devoid of warmth, each word a knife twisting in the wound.
Meera remained silent, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a heavy stone. She thought of the perilous escape from her uncle, the desperation that had led her here, and the new entrapment she found herself in.
Yet, beneath her fear and uncertainty, a strange new feeling began to stir within her, a flicker of hope in the midst of despair, as she stood next to the man who was now her husband.she don't know anything about this man but still felt like she know him.
after this those village people left causing a big problem in their life on behalf of a misunderstanding.
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