Short stories collection where love and characters lives....
join various couples and families in their journey called life... where they will learn how to live,how to love, how to fight for love and with love, and how to surpass each hurdle to reac...
"Absence is to what wind is to fire; it extinguished the small, it inflames the great."
The beautiful valley of swat was shining with bright sun, a clear indication of spring arrival. The mountains and houses that were covered with snow are now back to their original version.
It's been one month since Manizeh arrival here. The whole palace was bustling with people who were busy in different tasks getting everything done because after one week the White palace was hosting a feast for the whole town in the celebration of Mansha Faiz Khan's wedding.
The workers are running around and decorating the house with lights when an angry Manizeh came there running behind Shazir.
"Ruk Shazir ke Bache... Today I will beat you with my chapal. How many times I have to tell you don't tease me?" she screamed getting the attention of all the servants but she was too busy running behind her baby cousin to notice anything.
"Bhabhi... I mean api... I didn't do anything. I don't know why are you chasing me,"
Shazir Khan was huffing clearly out of breath as his Manizeh api was running behind him for half an hour.
He stands behind the sofa moving here and there just trying to run from her wrath.
"This... This Bhabhi word... I told you to never call me that. I am your cousin so call me api," she yelled at him irritated.
She can't hold her anger but she was more frustrated than angry.
"But you are also my bhabhi. How can I not call you that? Lala will kill me," he defended himself but mumbled the last part.
Manizeh narrowed her eyes at him and throw her sandal toward him. But Shazir Khan was an expert in this game, as he was always the victim of Shaheen beghum chapal.
He quickly ducked behind the sofa and the flying chapal hit the person who was descending the stairs. Manizeh was shocked as her breath hitched and heart pounding in her chest.
She kept looking at an angry Mir Taimoor Khan who was glaring daggers at the chapal lying near his feet. He picked it up and looked toward Manizeh waving her sandal in the air.
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She gulped looking at him and smile nervously but he kept standing there. She knows he was waiting for her to explain the attack but her mind was jumbled, the Adonis was standing in front of her in a black button-up shirt and black dress pants.
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