Novel & Cerita Aye Musht E Khaak Story

Hayat and Aayan's Nikkah. Hayat's Pov. Tonight is my Nikkah and I am nervous but Sameera isn't helping me in calming down. I couldn't help but remember the pout that Aayan showed me when I hugged Azaan instead of him. How can I hug him when we aren't married yet? "Hayat, are you alright?", Aunt Hasna asks me while Sameera looks on raising her eyebrows at me. "I miss mamma", I tell her letting a tear escape from my eye. I quickly wiped it away.

Kshama took my phone and click few pictures of my mehndi. ........................................................................ Today is Karwachoth and I didn't ate or drink anything since morning not even water. Kshama helped me getting ready and and make wear some jewelries. I heared Karwachoth Karwachoth vrat katha (fast prayer) with other married women and they all teased me to death. Whole day my was red due to blushing.It's already 8.30 p.m but there is no sign of moon. I and Kshama standing in my room's balcony looking towards the sky for a sign of moon.

Looking at the source I exploded in laughs. Jade was on his knees, waving his tail like crazy, I was sure there’ll be a hole in the floor later. Whining, and making puppy eyes at the shaking, panicked girl, who most likely scared to death, was holding for her life onto the curtains from the windowsill where she climbed. The situation was hilarious. And he’s one of the best assassins of this kingdom? “You won’t let him forget that, will you?” Tamor asked amused. “Kidding me? I’ll mock him for the rest of his life.”

When I was done packing everything, I went down to see my wife talking with her brother. "Provi... " He started but I interrupted him before he could proceed. "Do not stop me." I looked him sternly in the eyes. "Take care of your sister instead and make sure her soul will not end up in hell." I said as I pass them at the living room. "Cheska, Francine, Alex..." I called the children who were having snacks at the kitchen. Their eyes widened at the sight of the big bags. Cheska was 12 years old, Francine was 10 years old and Alexis only 7 years old.

She kissed his cheeks and said to him, "Okay, let's not sleep but we should talk." She made him lay on the bed and sat next to him. Aaron was trying to talk with her about the party. Myra and I were listening to his every word carefully. "Aree, I have a new story, did I tell you or forgot to tell you?" Myra slapped her head dramatically making Aaron giggle. "Tell me the story, I will tell you whether you told me or not," Aaron suggested while yawning. I also sat on the edge of the bed hearing the story recited by Myra. She was telling a story about Luv And Kush from their holy book 'Ramayana'.

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Ana asked me, curiously. "But I know how to cook sweet because Daksh likes sweet. So for him, I learnt this a few months ago" I said, looking at Daksh face. Those mesmerising black eyes were looking at me with an emotion I couldn't quite figure out. "Wow that's Daksh favourite. Hmm, I must say you already know everything about my son" Akash uncle said, teasingly. I blushed and went to the kitchen to prepare kheer. Daksh POV

, Aashmaan said and disconnected the call and cried in the bathroom. A Week Later, At the K. K Hospital in Delhi:- "Hey! Why are you crying?", Aashmaan asked a little boy who was praying in front of the Lord. That boy saw Aashmaan and gasped loudly. "Aunt Aachi Maa (Aunt Aashi)", Little Shaurya recognised her but Aashmaan looked at him confusedly. "Do you know me?", Aashmaan asked and Shaurya nodded his head. "You're my aunt Aachi", Shaurya said and Aashmaan was puzzled by his words.

Her tantalizing eyes fell in dismay. "The one died peacefully, and the other one lives with full of hate, jealousy, and envy—" "Why are you telling me this?" I interrupted her irritatedly. "Are you some kind of a grandma who loves telling bedtime stories?" She smiles at me. "Accept who you are and you will know the answers. Soon you'll understand the real meaning of your life. Every story has an ending, and I am expecting that your end will be brighter than anyone." "Huh?" "I'll read every page where you will bleed, Aksha."

i was tired due to jet lag . Nest day came soon,my mom cooked halwa poori (pakistani famous breakfast)for me and i kissed my mom again and again. I was sitting in my room .suddenly my phone started ringing and looked at the caller id. It was an unknown number of pakistan .now i am currently using my pakistani number.I received the phone call "you are not gonna stop.stop following my bestie otherwise i will cut your balls into pieces and shove them into you mouth"the girl on the other side said with anger. I was stunned by her words