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  Before Maham woke up, the beautician who was to prepare her had arrived with her three-member team. They got Maham ready again, for Morgan. Morgan had also returned home. After offering the evening prayer, Morgan came downstairs, dressed in a shalwar kameez, wearing a garland of flowers around his neck. Despite his simplicity, Morgan looked dignified. Maham, dressed as a bride, was sitting on the couch in the lounge. Begum Mumtaz ordered Morgan to sit next to her. Both photographers were ready and waiting for this moment. A brief photo session took place. All the family members presented gifts to the couple. Afterward, Mumtaz Begum instructed Morgan to take the bride to his room. Morgan extended his hand, and Maham quickly placed her hand on his. Morgan took her to his bedroom. The decor was impressive, with everything imported and adorned with numerous flowers. Morgan signaled Maham to sit beside the bed. She sat on the bed, looking around the room, while Morgan took a s...

After the Fajr prayers, Hakeem Sahib fulfilled his promise by performing the marriage ceremony. Maham left her home with pride and dignity. She had won over her father's approval and gained her beloved. She sat beside him in the front seat of the car, dressed as a bride. This time, Morgan's white Mercedes was not adorned like a bride. The decoration had only started a little while after Fajr in Model Town. After the events of the previous night, Hakeem Aaqil Ansari had informed his aunt, Mumtaz Begum, about the entire situation. Mumtaz Begum generously allowed Hakeem Sahib to proceed with the marriage between Maham and Morgan. Everyone in Model Town knew about it, except for Morgan. After a love story lasting nearly 400 days, they were now set to cover a distance of 72 kilometers. Morgan was driving quietly while Maham sat beside him. The characters of silent love remained just that—silent. Both were stealing glances at each other. Neither had the courage to speak, or p...

  The henna ceremony took place on the grounds of Maham's school. The wedding procession was to be arranged at the Millen Marriage Hall. During the henna ceremony, like Maham, Ishal also looked listless. On the morning of the wedding day, Morgan was descending the steps of the mosque. Despite his efforts, he couldn't hold back his gaze. When he looked up, she was standing at the window as usual. Instead of light, there was darkness in her eyes. Alongside the sadness, there was desolation as well. Maham, adorned with henna on her hands, wearing bangles on her wrists, a garland around her neck, and dressed in a yellow outfit for the henna ceremony, appeared to be a charming girl, almost angelic. But that was her outward appearance. Internally, instead of feeling the coolness of the henna, she felt heat. The bangles on her wrists felt like shackles. The garland around her neck resembled a noose. The yellow attire made her feel like she was clad in mourning. Maham, who look...

  Before they knew it, a week had passed. One day before the wedding, Morgan stepped out after offering his prayers. She was standing by the window, like a wilted red rose. On that day, there was sadness in her eyes. There was silence. There was no verse for Morgan to read in her gaze, only messages of separation. Morgan took a glance and moved on. As he was passing in front of Master Mahmood’s door, a voice called out, stopping his steps: “Come inside, dear…!” Maryam Bibi said after surveying her surroundings briefly and stepped inside through the door. There was no one in the street. Morgan was in a dilemma. He thought for a moment, then he too went inside the house through the door. “Sit down, dear…!” Maryam Bibi invited Morgan to take a seat in the drawing room. Morgan sat down hesitantly. “Tonight is Maham's wedding procession. Guests will start arriving any moment now. Some guests have already arrived. I’ve accommodated them in the village mansion. From tomorrow, you ...

  Almost four weeks later, one day, with tears glistening in her playful eyes, Bazlah was sitting cross-legged on the green grass of the Fatima Jinnah Medical College lawn in the bright sunshine of January. She was unaware of Momina's arrival. Momina was standing behind her. A few moments later, Momina sat down in front of her in the same pose. "Oh hello... What happened to you?" Momina asked, shaking Bazlah's left shoulder with her right hand. Bazlah looked at Momina with tear-filled eyes, and the tears overflowed; perhaps she had been waiting for Momina all along. "Why are you crying? Do tell me..." Momina asked, this time with a bit more concern. Bazlah steadied herself and took refuge in a forced smile, saying, "I’m not crying... It’s just that my heart got full, and I didn’t even realize when the tears came out." Bazlah took out a tissue from her shoulder bag and wiped her tears. Momina picked up the glasses that were lying on top of t...