Guys I am skipping the post rasams ceremony n all as i don't know much about it. Instead or making falooda of my story and ur brain. It's better let me skip.
(aap bhi pareshan mein bhi)
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As Zarah and Yasar stepped into their room, a sense of contentment washed over them, the warmth of their love hugging them like a comforting embrace.
Together, they began to settle into their new life, navigating the intricacies of marriage with patience and understanding. Zarah felt reassured by Yasar's presence and his unwavering support.
Yasar and Zarah sat together, reflecting on the events of the day. Zarah felt a deep sense of contentment knowing that she was no longer alone, but had a partner by her side who shared her dreams and aspirations.
"Zarah," Yasar said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
"Our journey has just begun, and I look forward to every moment with you."
Zarah nodded, her heart swelling with affection for her new husband.
"As do I, Yasar. Together, we will face whatever comes our way."
Yasar, his heart brimming with adoration, crossed the room in a few quick strides, his eyes never leaving Zarah's radiant face. With a tender smile, he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring.
"Tonight has been magical, hasn't it?" he murmured, his voice soft with emotion.
"I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you by my side."
Zarah's heart swelled with love at his words, her gaze meeting his with unwavering devotion.
"And I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to call you mine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and longing, the unspoken bond between them speaking volumes.
"Alright, my love,"
Yasar chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection as he playfully nudged Zarah.
"I'll go change and join you in a moment."
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As Zarah began to remove her jewelry, the weight of the day's events settling upon her, Yasar approached with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.
Without a word, he reached out to assist her, his touch light and reassuring.
"Let me help you," he murmured, his voice a soft melody in the quiet of the room.
Zarah nodded gratefully, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she allowed herself to be cared for by the man she loved. Together, they worked in comfortable silence, the simple act of removing her jewelry a testament to their bond.
As Yasar carefully unclasped her necklace and slid it from her neck, Zarah felt a wave of warmth wash over her. In his touch, she found solace and strength, a reminder that she was not alone in the trials that lay ahead.
CZYTASZ
Black Rose
Fantasy"Black Rose" is a gripping novel that delves into the clandestine world of Zarah and Yasar, two formidable figures entwined in the shadows. Zarah, the enigmatic mafia queen known for her cold demeanor and ruthless tactics, crosses paths with Yasar...
