BE HAYAAI KE NUQSAANAAT

Cover by: My lovly sister ❤

A cool breeze blew through the French windows, as he ascended the stairs, slightly calming his thumping heart. With his back straight, his shoulders squared, his beard trimmed to perfection, his piercing, yet mysterious gray eyes, and his kurta that was tailored to precision, he was the perfect drool-worthy groom. A smile graced his lips as he passed his parents, as well as his little brother's room. This was the best part of the whole day, the time when he would be left alone with his lovely wife. A blush crept up his neck, as he recalled the heavily embroided, blood red lengha that adorned her and the shy smile that painted her porcelain face.

Never in a million years had he imagined marrying his younger cousin. He was six years older than her, he had never looked at her as his younger sister neither as a supposed wife, she was just another cousin, but a few days ago that had changed. She had been encompassing his thoughts since his parents suggested that he should marry her.

He halted abruptly, when he noticed Waqaas stepping out of his room, closing the door behind him. Just before Waqas could walk towards his room, which was right opposite his own, he strode towards him swiftly, putting on his best stern face.
He knew Waqaas sometimes spoke to his wife, but he never thought much of it, they were cousins after all, some cousins did speak to one another, but he disapproved of it, as cousins were not mahrams. He trusted his brother would stay within his limits, but he was giving him a friendly warning.

"What were you doing in my room?"

His brother looked unusually sad.

"Ammi wanted to give Naailah milk, so I offered to take it, since my room is right here. "

He nodded stiffly.
"Okay, by the way it's Naailah Bhabhi to you!"

Waqaas grimaced at his brothers tone, but nodded nonetheless. He really didn't want to bring out the worst in Daniyaal. Little did he know, he would do exactly that in the futu