Aankho Ka Parda.
"Hain Zaroori Aurat Ke Liye, Parda Zinat Ka.
Magar Waajib Mardo par bhi hain Nigahe Kabu Main Rakhna."
It is necessary for a woman to cover up her beauty, but it is also compulsory for men to control their gazes.
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The chatter of female voices could be heard from the kitchen, as the men sipped their tea in silence, occasionally exchanging a word or two.
Everyone awaited the arrival of Daaniyaal and Naailah.
Dawood had already left for the airport.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Waqaas had decided not to go to work even though he would have been home before their afternoon tea.
The real reason for staying away from work was obviously only known to him.
His joy knew no bounds as he waited anxiously for his father to arrive.
If he could help it he would have accompanied his father, but he knew his father would refuse as he had to stay behind with their geusts who had arrived from Pakistan and who now resided in their home for who knows how long!
Manaal walked into the room, holding a tray laiden with bowls of milky vermicelli.
She served her father and younger brother first, then walked over to Waqaas with a shy smile, extending the tray towards him.
He picked up a bowl from the tray, trying his best to sport a look of disinterest, but his Maami was way too observant.
She knew well that Waqaas had no interest in marrying her daughter and she was having none of his nonsense.
She observed his expressions from the kitchen and when she saw her daughters uneasy expression due to Waqaas's disinterest, she bulleted towards the living room.
She wound her arm around her daughter and looked at her with pride shinning in her eyes.
"Meri pyaari guriya ne saweya tayaar ki hain aaj, sab kuch pakaane lag gay hain ab. Boht jald us ki shaadi bi karlenge hum!"
(My beautiful doll made the vermicelli today. She started cooking everything now. Very soon we're going to marry her off!)
She tried to hint at Waqaas.
Waqaas swallowed the vermicelli, so speedily, he almost choked.
When she saw that he had no response, she continued pestering him.
"To batao, zaaika kesa hain?"
(So tell me, how does it taste?)
He passed her a tight lipped smile.
"Maa Shaa Allah, zabardast!"
(Excellent!)
When he uttered those words, Manaal's lips tilted into a smile and a blush crawled up her porcelain cheeks.
He immediately regretted what he had said.
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