𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄 | 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

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ye unki haya thi jo vo keh na sake,
magar ye unki bewakoofi thi jo unhe vo samajh na sake

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Sitting on the big leather chair, Yazan was going through some important files when a knock disturbed him

Hearing a faint come in the person on the other side of the door entered, taking Yazan's attention

"Assalamualaykum Yazan" the man greeted, in hope of starting a peaceful conversation knowing the consequences of his nephew's anger issues
(Assalamualaykum: greeting in Muslims)

"Walaikumassalam chachu, and this better be important" Yazan muttered the last part under his breath
(Reply to Assalamualaykum)

"Beta, mai tumhara samay zaya nahi karunga, lekin log tumhare iss faisle se bohot nakhush hain" Jafer spoke dodging his actions
(Child I won't waste your time but people are really unhappy with this decision of yours)

"Konsa faisla?" Yazan drew his eyebrows close in confusion
(Which decision?)

"Uss larki ko apne saath mei rakhne ka" he mentioned and saw Yazan's expressions hardening
(Keeping that girl with you)

"Tou?" He spoke reigning his anger almost near to a burst out
(So?)

"Tum aise kisi bhi larki ko bina uska mehram hue saath nahi rakh sakte, agar tumhe rakhna hai tou usse nikkah karna parega" Jafer pointed out the view of people
(You can't keep any girl like this without being her mehram, if you have keep her with you, you will have to marry her)

Yazan pinched the bridge of his nose, frowimg in despair "aap keh rahe hain mujhe uss larki se nikkah karna parega? Use apni biwi banana parega?"
(You're saying that I would have to marry that girl? Make her my wife??)

"Haan, aise hum kisi ko bhi nahi rakh sakte"
(Yes, we can't just keep her like this)

"Chalein nikkah ki taiyyari karein use mai aise nahi chorunga" Yazan spoke with a sly smirk playing on his lips and made his way out of his office, the files long forgotten, on the way to the Alif villa
(Let's go, make arrangements for the wedding, I'm not leaving her this easily)

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"Beta thora sa kha lein" Gul, Yazan's chachi spoke holding a spoon full of porridge to Haya's lips at which she made a face and turned her head
(Child, eat a little

No matter how bad her family was, she was innocent, was to be hidden from the world,
safely.

She was burning in fever since the moment she became conscious yesterday and no one noticed, today when some maids came to check up on her they felt her high temperature and immediately called Gul, since Yazan wasn't there at the moment