Today was Fiza's Mayoon, and the courtyard in the middle of the house was decorated with yellow and pink flowers. In the centre of it all sat Fiza, dressed in a yellow sharara, her dupatta pinned neatly to her head, flower jewelry looped delicately around her wrists, her neck, and braided into her hair.
The rasm had already begun as the elders of the family stepped forward one by one to apply haldi on her glowing face.
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A tale of young love first love.... She was born into a world of silver spoons and golden futures. He was born with nothing but dreams. Somewhere between they found a love neither of them was looking for. But when the world draws a line between them, will love be enough to cross it?
āŧ¯ Mahnoor āŧ¯ "Aap mohbaat ke layak he nhi hai!" āŧ¯ Zarim āŧ¯ "Apni umr dekho, or apni baate" Mahnoor had loved Zarim her entire life. But what happens when she confess her feelings to him? When he rejects her? When his marriage is fixed with someone else? When she ended up as his replaced bride?
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