AsYa FF ~ •||Halala||• ch 16 pg 7

Chapter 1

It was a happy day for Zoya when she became the bride of Haider Ali Khan. She was happy as his bride, there was a peace in her heart, instead of sorrow at leaving her parents' home, because she believed that her parents had chosen the best person for her.

She had happily agreed to the arranged marriage to Haider, deeply and purely, with all hearts.

She was seated on the altar, ready to accept Haider as her husband when she noticed an anonymous man in a white sherwani sitting with Haider. She wondered who he might be.

Brushing off her thoughts, she focused on her groom, Haider, who had a sehra on his face, and then, on the prompting of the qazi, they mutually said 'qubool' to each other and the nikaah was completed.

She was sitting on the suhaag sej, her eyes closed tight, trembling with nervousness like every bride on her first night when Haider approached her, sitting beside her on the bed. She blushed, her cheeks as red as the apples of Kashmir, her heartbeat escalating rapidly. She silently slid her feet back under the flare of her lehenga.

Haider smiled, and lifted her veil and she lowered her eyes in modesty. He tilted her chin with his fingers and whispered, "Mashallah! Mere khwabon se bhi zyaada khoobsoorat!"

She widened her eyes and excitedly asked, "Do you like shayari?"

"Yes. Very much. How do you know?" He pretended to be amused at which she giggled.

"Itni cheesy line to koi shayar hi keh sakta hai!"

They both laughed at this.

"Okay okay. Enough of pulling my leg. What do you like?"

Her eyes turned dreamy. "Katthak!" she replied, her excitement clearly visible.

"Katthak?" he repeated and frowned.

"Yes. It is my passion." She smiled broadly and then began twiddling her fingers nervously, suddenly realizing that she was now a married woman and such dreams might not have a place in her reality anymore.

"Can I continue it? Actually, I used to teach Katthak at my place. I mean my abbu's place." She hastily corrected herself.

Her face fell at the serious look on his face. But then he chuckled softly. "Do I seem so conservative to you? Actually, I enjoyed your Katthak performance on stage. It was only after that that my mother approached your parents with the marriage proposal."

She was speechless, her mouth hanging open. Then they both laughed together.

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A few days later, Zoya was teaching Katthak to her students, a man stood by, watching her.

The stranger had an amused look on his face and continued watching her teaching the girls. Zoya was spinning around doing the 'chakkar' when she first noticed him, and immediately stopped in confusion.

She ordered to the girls to continue. "I am coming."

She glared at the man, immediately recognizing him. It was the same man who had sat by Haider at their nikaah. "What are you doing here?"

"I am sorry, Main bas..." He said apologetically and she crossed her arms and looked at him doubtfully.

"I am Asad!" he said smiling, but before she could respond, she was interrupted by someone.

Beta-read by LizzieBennet

Wow wow😍😍 You included haider too😍

This looks amazing tooo❤️❤️

Also what does halala mean?🙈

Thank you for these stories❤️ Waiting to read more🤗

Originally posted by: cutie15

Wow wow😍😍 You included haider too😍

This looks amazing tooo❤️❤️

Also what does halala mean?🙈

Thank you for these stories❤️ Waiting to read more🤗

Halala,a second marriage after divorce just for the sake if a woman wants to marry her first husband, I mean after triple talaq

Ab aya samajh...

Thanks by the way

Originally posted by: beingaditij

Halala,a second marriage after divorce just for the sake if a woman wants to marry her first husband, I mean after triple talaq

Ab aya samajh...

Thanks by the way

Yes, thanks :)

Wonderful beginning ❤️

Originally posted by: A_for_Arpita

Wonderful beginning ❤️

Thank you dear

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