𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄 | 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

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aasman se chand ki kirane uske badan pe kuch iss tarah chamak rahi thi jaise aasman se saaye zameen per aagaye

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The rose when blooming, looks just like a nurturing growing up soul, just like a newborn with its soft, silky, velvety texture, smell as if Marijuana, whereas when tarnished, looks just like an old one, with many creases and lines on the face, making it unwanted and for someone to take it

And Yazan Ahmed Alif wanted the same to himself, the hate? All to himself, the swears? All to himself.
He wanted to absorb all the hate present in the world and use it on Haya Sultan,
for his strings were letting loose.

The new bride, now, Haya Yazan Ahmed Alif was on the bed of the very room she started to hate, it's owner to be specific, but the heart strings were still attached and they weren't planning on letting loose themselves for anyone else but the owner of it itself, her foe, her so called enemy, now her husband

That erratic thing, pumped blood and beat-ed in his presence madly, that was how she used to get warm, she knew he hated her and she couldn't do anything about it, it hurted her, always.

The hate in his eyes for her was now, always prominent. But-

vo pyaar hi kya jisme dard na ho

It was when the sky had acquired the shade of light orange and pinkish hue mixed with it, making it look almost like a orange-ish, pink mix like ade colour, but who was to drink the sky?

There stood the Alif Villa in the outskirts of the city, the cold weather and fog making the decade old villa look like some mansion or residence of the King itself

The insides were all pinkish amd beige with brown-ish colored marble used to enhance the urdu poetry and make it clear to the passers

The mansion was decorated with red and white roses, just like how Yazan liked and just like how his new bride liked

The fairy lights attached with the railings of the staircase making them look more illuminating beautiful

The same staircase lead to the first floor, specifically Yazan's suite which had a gym, kitchen, home office, living room and swimming pool of its own

The right side took to his room, where the new bride was sitting, her maroon lehenga making her look like a queen, queen as if she ruled the palace.

little did she not know, she was ruling a heart as well

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Yazan had scurried away to his home office right after the guests left and called his secretary Mustafa

"Mustafa, Sultano ka saara maazi khangalo, kuch to haath aana chahiye"

"Yes sir" and Mustafa being the obedient secretary he was, stared working on it