LOGINCollection of short stories to take you to another world of imagination. This collection contains Love, drama, tragedy, emotions, and of course, lots of romance to fulfill all your cravings for stories. Based in the typical household of Indian Muslims.
View MoreIt was Friday afternoon when Madiha visited her parents but found no one was at home except Iman, who was reading a book in the lawn.Seeing Madiha made Iman happy as she put her book down on the table and took off her reading specs."When did you come?" Getting up, Iman hugged Madiha and asked."I was missing everyone here, so Zamin dropped me.""Where is he?" Iman looked behind Madiha, expecting Zamin there, but when she found no one, she turned to Madiha and asked."Oh, he was getting late, so he left.""You should have invited him for tea, at least." Iman was disappointed."It's okay. He can have tea in the office.""Madiha, he is our son-in-law. It is not a good thing that he came to our house and left from the gate.""It's okay, aunt. Chill." Madiha was still careless, not understanding why a son-in-law gets so much attention and hype."Let's go inside." Iman thought it was no use talking to Madiha and invited her in."Where are Mama and Papa?""They've gone to a retirement part
"You know Aunt Iman will live here now." At night, after they returned from Madiha's house, Madiha told Zamin, excitedly. "What?" Zamin, who was engrossed in his phone, raised his head and asked. "Aunt Iman won't go back to London, she will stay here in India with mummy papa." Taking of her bracelet, Madiha explained. "That's nice, she must be alone in London. It is a good thing she decided to live here with everyone." Zamin nods his head and again focuses on his phone. "You are right." Madiha also nods her head, thinking about Iman's loneliness, this thought upset her further, how did Iman live all these years by herself? Without the support of a companion?This sudden question brought Dabir's thoughts in her mind. "Tell me one thing, why is your uncle still single?" She voiced her thoughts. "Huh? What?" "Your uncle, Dabir uncle, he never married right? Why?" Getting up from the dresser, Madiha went to sit beside him on the bed and asked. "Actually the thing is.. first promis
"Do you accept the marriage?" "I do." Madiha said from behind the veil, her voice was undertone and shivering. The moment of vows made the bold Madiha shy. As Madiha accepted the marriage, the hall was filled with congratulations. Priest went to groom's side, who was sitting opposite of Madiha and flower curtains was between them. Priest asked the same question to groom three times. And Zamin accepted it three times. As he spoke third time, the curtains was drawn out, making both groom and bride to see each other, though Madiha's face was hidden behind the veil.Getting up, Zamin went to Madiha, sitting on his knees infront of her, he unveiled her face. Madiha's eyes were glimmered with tears but as she saw happy face of Zamin, her own face broke into a huge smile. Smiling, Zamin pecked on her forehead. •••When Zamin and Madiha were sitting together on sofa, Zamin nudged her and shrugged his collar, as if asking her if his off white suit is good. On which she nod her head, wi
Madiha was always close to Iman. Even now, she was with Iman in her room, filling her with every tiniest details of her marriage. "How did you two meet?" Iman asked, suddenly"I forgot to tell you that." Madiha smacked her forehead and said, as if it was the most important thing. Well it was, she wanted to tell Iman everything that happened in her life from past five years. Last she met Iman was five years ago, that too when Madiha with her parents went to London. "We met because of my friend Hamna..." Madiha took a sip of her coffee and started telling her. •••*Flashback* "Please!" Hamna requested while holding her hands together in front of Madiha. "What? Are you mad? No!" Shaking her head, Madiha refused. "You are my friend no?" Mustering up innocent face, Hamna asked. "I am your friend and that's why I am saying no." "Madiha, please, I don't wanna get married yet." "No one is telling you to marry tomorrow, you are only going to meet him, to know him." Madiha tried to r
The room was filled with a mixed fragrance of burning candles, red flowers, and perfume. The situation inside of her was also mixed, she wanted to cry, because this was the first time she is away from her family. She was happy that she is going to start a new verse of her life, she was scared while
"Your wife has been stressing over something alot. Please make sure she is fine and doesn't stress at all. Otherwise it'll effect both the mother and the child." Holding Subh-Dil's hand in his, Ammar recalled the advice of the doctor. "What it is that is making you stress? Please tell me so I can he
*Flashback* "It is tasty right?" Asked Iman, as she stuffed his mouth with sweet that she made. "Hmm, it is." Mouth still full of sweet, Dabir replied, and picked another piece from her tiffin box. "Why did you make this? Obviously not for me." He asked, still relishing the sweet. "For my niece Madi
Omar Shah Almeer, has entered his room which was dim, candles and full moon were the only things giving luminous to it, fragrance of the room was so strong that it almost gave him a headache, as he isn't big fan of flowers. Even floor had red rose patels when he clearly told hus sister not to do suc












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