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In the morning, Murre comes alive with its enchanting beauty.

The sun gently peeked through the towering mountains. The city is a masterpiece of nature, with lush greenery and snow-capped peaks creating a stunning contrast.

The surroundings are filled with the sweet melodies of birds, creating a serene atmosphere, and the scent of the greenery is absolutely delightful.

The haveli glowed as the sun rose, and the whole village was up by this time. Aryan Dawar Raees emerged from the haveli in his glory, clad in a simple white kurta-pajama, donning a shawl adorned with rich and intricate embroidery, resembling that of a Nawab

He drove to Wazir's territory to convey his grandfather's message of refraining from any attacks during the visit of their esteemed guests.

The Wazir's Haveli screamed royalty. A rich, vintage architectural masterpiece, standing tall and proud, radiating a regal charm. The walls are adorned with intricate carvings.

Entering through the grand entrance, you are greeted by a spacious courtyard adorned with elegant wooden furniture, a vibrant garden, a pool, and a serene oasis.

The men of the family sat together in the courtyard, surrounding their head, Abaad  Wazir.

Aryan walked in his glory, standing in front of the Wazir's head. "Mein yahan aapko aagah karne aaya hoon, ky haveli py koi haamla nahi hona chahiye. Warna agli baar izzat sy pesh nai aaonga." He put out his words before any of the Wazir members could utter a word.

"Na salam, na dua, lagta hai yeh Raees apny bachoon ko tameez nai sikhaty." Abaad stated,

'Tum log izzat ky kabil hi nahi ho.' Aryan suppressed his urge to reply. He turned back to leave when his eyes fell on Usman, who smirked at him,

Abaad was prepared to deliver another impolite remark as Aryan was ready to depart but found himself speechless when a bullet pierced the air in his territory. A bullet was fired on his waaris by an intruder, who had just come to warn them.

He stood up like a raging bull, and all the men surrounded Aryan, their guns aimed directly at him, ready to shoot at Abaad's command.

The tension in the air was palpable, as if time itself had frozen, waiting for the impending clash between Aryan and his adversaries.

Aryaan remained fearless, standing confidently, sporting the same mischievous grin that had adorned Usman's face just moments before. Meanwhile, Usman writhed on the floor, clutching his injured leg and letting out pained groans.

"Isney uss cheez par ankh daali thi jo Aryan Dawar Raees ki hai. Yeh toh sirf aik mazahira hai, " he says, implying Usman's injured leg,

"Ainda agar aisi harkatein ki ya karne ki koshish ki toh iske natayej badtar honge." He warned Usman and Abaad, realizing his grandson might be at fault, asked his men to back off.

"Usny apky samne hamary betey py hamla kia aur aap ny usey aisy hi janey dia, abba?!" Aijaz Wazir screamed at his father.

"Woh Nourez Raees sy bhi khatarnak hai, his courage is not to be underestimated," Abaad stated.

"Woh kis cheez ki baat kar raha tha?" He then asked his grandson, who lay on his mother's lap, "usky sath aik larki thi, kuch ziyada hi khaas lagti hai." Usman replied,

A wicked smile played on Abaad's face. This thing needs Nourez's attention, he thought.

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"Tumhy meiny wahan kiun bheja tha?" Nourez asked his grandson in a not-so-polite tone.

"Unhein warn karny." Aryan gave a straight answer. He knew the news of his shooting Usman had reached Nourez.

"Aur tumney kya kiya?" Nourez questioned him, slightly raising his tone, "kuch galat nahi kiya hai." Aryan replied, being unbothered,

"I sent you there to maintain peace until the Maliks are staying there and you? You went and fired on Abaad's grandson? Do you think they'll sit quietly now?" Nourez yelled through the phone.

"They will, if their heir is precious to them." Aryan's calm tone irked Nourez. He regretted sending Aryan over there.

"Jo marzi karo, mujhy call na karna." Saying Nourez hung up.  "Chalo apny jaan-e-adaa ko dekh ker aty hein, phir shayad dil aur dimagh ko sukoon ajaye." Aryan sounded like a teenager who fell in love for the first time.

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The fifth day of their vacation had arrived, and a strange sensation gripped Azara's heart, making her reluctant to depart.

'Do you not wish to depart from this location, or is it Aryan that you are hesitant to leave behind?' A nagging question she attempted to brush off, but it haunted her throughout the entire day. It seemed as though her heart and mind were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Stop thinking about Aryan!" She scolded herself, "Toh aap merey bareymein sochti bhi hain?" She was startled hearing his cheery voice.

Azara loved wandering in the garden at night, feeling as free as a bird with no one around to interfere with her peaceful moments and Aryan had formed a habit of coming into the garden at the same time every day, the special moment when it was only him and Azara.

They would perch on the ground, gazing at each other, engaging in deep conversations about their lives, passions, and anything else that came to mind.

"Yahan kiun aye ho?" she inquired,  her back facing him. As he approached, he gazed at her affectionately and softly uttered, "Tumhein dekhney."

She asked him the same question almost every day and he'd make up lame excuses but today, it was something different,

"Dekhlo jitna dekhna hai, doo din baad chali jaongi, phir pata nai kabhi mulaqat hogi bhi ya nahi." Her response was accompanied by a pained expression in her eyes. She instantly regretted her words.

She knew that their time together was limited, and the thought of never seeing him again weighed heavily on her heart. She tried to savour every moment they had left, committing his features to memory and cherishing the sound of his voice. The uncertainty of their future only added to the bittersweet nature of their parting, leaving her with a sense of longing and regret. But she knew that she had to make the most of their remaining time together, for once he was gone, she would be left with nothing but memories and the hope of a future reunion. She was starting to fall for this man.

"You can stay if you want," he stated, his voice resonating with a deep, passionate tone. In response, a  chuckle escaped her lips, "Tumhein kya lagta hai woh log mujhy yahan kisi ghair, na-mahram ky sath chor jayengy?" She questioned, her eyebrows raised inquisitively towards him.

"Toh meri mahram banjao." he whispered, his gaze intense as he finally turned to face her, his eyes bore into hers. He had never opened up to anyone like this before, but there was something about her that made him want to share everything with her.

"Har baat ka mazak na banao," she retorted, 'he can't be serious about it, can he?' She questioned herself.

He closed the distance between them, locking eyes with her as he declared, "I mean every word." His voice was filled with sincerity. He was taking a chance, putting his heart on the line in the hopes that she would accept him.

Azara felt her heart race as she stepped away from him, breaking free from his grasp. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, desire, uncertainty.

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Eid Mubarak lovelies!

Enjoy your day and also the chapter, they are getting somewhere, what do you think?