1st in spiritual on 14th August, 2018
1st in Pakistani on 6th August 2018
3rd in Pakistani on 9th July 2018
2nd in spiritual on 13th September
Jannat, a barely eighteen, timid girl living with her parents. They are not her biological parents though...
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یہ عشق نہیں آسان بس اتنا سمجھ لیجۓ ایک آگ کا دریا ہے اور ڈوب کے جانا ہے
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Jannat watched as the candle flickered inside the room. The sweet scent of the scented candle opposed her feelings. In the same lehenga she waited for Azlaan to come back inside his room.
Her face was washed and her hair were now tied up. A stark contrast from her get up a while ago.
When the door opened, she stood up, her lehnga trailing behind her.
In the candlelight, she watched his face morph itself into a shocked statue. His hair dishevelled like fingers had run through it, his lips swollen. Other than that, his appearance didn't hint about what he did.
"Did you meet her? " Her words straight, laced with poison.
His tongue peeked out to wet his lips, his eyes looking away.
"What are you talking about?"
Nonchalance didn't suit him.
"Tell me the truth. Did you or did you not spend the night with her?"
"I-I Jannat, listen." He was desperate. Questions about how did she know roamed his mind.
Stepping forward, her hand came up and a slapped him on his face, his face tilting to side due to the force. Heaving, she slapped him again on his chest.
Tears streamed down even though she controlled her sobs, her hands turning into fists when his hand came up to grab her.
"Don't touch me." Her words a whisper, she had lost her strength.
Her eyes raised and she looked at him with so much hurt, so much pain that he staggered while she took off her ring and threw it away.
"Jannat, please-just", His words jumbled as his chest heaved, watching as she walked away without looking back.
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Her steps were measured as she walked the length of the hallway. Tears blurring her eyes as she started running to her room.
Should she tell her mother? Should she tell anyone? He was her Khaala's (mother's sister) son. The relationship between the both families will be destroyed. How will she face them ever again? Hoorain was friend. And Dua loved them a lot. She didn't know what to do. But she knew one thing, she won't marry him at any cost.
