Chapter, that contains alot of Islamic teaching, If you aren't comfortable reading it. Dont, please. I won't be tolerating any hate!

Time travel's fast sometimes, You remember yourself holding your baby and it wouldn't be even enough time and they'll be making you proud, getting married and would be going away from you. For every father, who loves his child, her marriage and her rukhsati is the hardest day for him to see.

Getting married is Sunnah that every muslim follows, believing in love after marriage is an amazing concept. And Arsalan too had seen alot of dreams for the day where his little Noori would be leaving him! Of course those dreams were tear worthy.

He clearly remembered the days of her childhood, the days of her youth and now when she's in her early twenties, and sitting Infront of him with her husband wearing the red lehanga of her mothers rukhsati, the feeling was amazing yet dreading. Why do daughters had to go away?, he wanted to complain but then he was happy knowing his daughter is getting a chance to enhance another family, that too of herself.

She's following the sunnah, and that all matters now. He was gazing at smiling noori with content sikandar on the stage, when his wife Rubaab had laid her head on his shoulder, he immediately put his hand around her waist " kitno jaldi bari hogai nhi?" He asked rubaab.

(She grew up so fast! Right?)

Who nodded, and gazed up at him, with same adoration and billion's of stars in her eyes "kaisa lag raha ye soch kar k ab mai burha hogaya hun" his eyes brows furrowed and he answered with fake irritation " mai burha? Huh abhi bhot jawan hun, aik second mai koi bhi girl ko pull karsakta hun!"

(How are you feeling, thinking you are getting old now!)
(I old? Huh, Im still too much Young! I can pull any girl in a second!)

Rubaab gasped and hit him on his hand, he groaned " had karten hain ap bhi" making him laugh at her offended face. "Chalen ab stage par, kuch hi time hai rukhsati mai" and the atmosphere shifted once again.

(You are unbelievable!)
(Lets go on stage, Theres a little time in rukhsati!)

Sitting beside Sikandar, as his lawfully wedded wife had once become the utmost goal of Noor-Ul-Ain, that she had accomplished and nothing in the world can measure her happiness. She was over the moon. And looking at sikandar beside her, he too looked happy, but she wanted to ask

"Ap khush hain?" Her question had him looking at her, he smiles gently and put his hand on her cheek, before leaning forward to place a kiss between of her eyebrows " had se zayada" she smiled shyly. "Lekin pareshan hun!" Noor-Ul-Ain looked at him in confusion who just gestured her to look forward.
Shehryar, her heart went out for the man who was lost in himself, somewhere that he wasn't able to be found. Three months exactly!!! Since mahal had left shehryar, three months since he doesn't know where she is and three months since police has been going wild to search her.

(Are you happy?)
(Beyond the limits!)
(But, I am worried!)

Noor-Ul-Ain sighed sadly, and sat closer to sikandar, who placed his one hand on her lap while other one on her shoulder "mujhe mahal se ye umeed nhi thi!" She heard him whisper beside her ear. She had seen the girl, the girl that was timid, not confident and brave, how can she leave? There must be something else that she should know yet she can't!

( I didn't expect this from mahal!)

She didn't answer to his statement, and tried shifting the mood by asking the question that had him coughing while being red " khana ache se khaya na apne? Raat ko dair tak jag lenge? Bhot kaam jo karna hai" she added a little brow lift, he looked at her in shock.

(You ate good right!, Will you be able to stay awake late till night? We have lots to do!)

God, why is she so mou phat! What if someone had heard her, he immediately looked around but thankfully found no one, turning towards her he lowered his voice to octave " Aini! Chup karo!" She smiled cheekily and poked his abdomen " to??? Apko milk chahiye? Cow or..." But she didn't complete her sentence when a red sikandar put his palm on her mouth.

(Aini, stay quite!)
(So? You want milk? Cow or...)

The mouth that was about to spit something so foul that would have him running away from her, her little giggle's had him looking at her " Noor!!" His voice stern, as he glared at her. She huffed and sat away from him, pouting " no fun!! No fun! Now how am I suppose to live if you aren't going to take me like I wants to be" he groaned in irritation.

He was soo enjoying her mouth, but he was worried for her own self, imagine what if someone would hear her, in her own wedding talking about how she would like to consumate with her husband " ghar chalo batata hun! Sab khuaishen poori hojaengi" his whispered voice said making her shiver in delight and imPatience!

(Wait till we go home! All wishes will be completed!)

Oh she's looking forward, seeing her being overly confident gives him feeling of impatience as well, he's eager to show her who's in command if she think she is!

The time of rukhsati wasn't actually hard for Noor-Ul-Ain, yet she did feel like herself being half when she thought of seeing her parents cautiously now! They are going to live alot away from her, Noor-Ul-Ain cried a little but her parents didn't left any place for others to be sad, as Arsalan and rubaab were left alone!

Now, sikandar was surprisingly, even to himself was trapped between his both sister's, that were standing Infront of his room door, where his just rukhsat wife was waiting for him. They wanted to follow the tradition and ask for money, believe the sisters, they were nervous wreck standing Infront of him!! Sikandar is their that brother who had never once looked at them in love!

But as time passed, and they saw the affection he showed with Noor-Ul-Ain, they wanted their brother to love them same way!! "Lala!! Itne zayada nhi hai! Sirf pachas pachas hazaar to mange hain humne!!" His sister aima said, he raised his eyebrow at her then looked at their family. His father appeared to be the most joyous and happy, and was happy seeing him suffering.

(Lala, Its not much, just give us both 50 50 thousand!)

Not wanting his time to be waste that could be use in many things, he looked at shehryar who nodded "shehryar se lelo check" aima and sameen watched him in astonishment! He had given them a lac just for darwaza rukai!

(Take it from shehryar!)

He was finally granted to leave, he entered the room and locked it hastily, he looked ahead at the bed, that was still made and decorated with red sensual flowers with no Noor on it! He was Confused but that one whistle from beside him, had him gasping and his eye's were left widen!

There stood Noor-Ul-Ain, standing Infront of the door of Bathroom, with her one leg bent and resting on door, her one hand on her waist while other one above her head, as she stood arching her back, sensually!

The red, piece of barely cloth, had covered almost no part of her body, as she gave him her one of the most sensual smirk, the red lingerie that she had worn, had him worked up alot. He was expecting a dominant and shameless Noor-Ul-Ain but not to this extant, and her this act will get her what she wanted.

He composed himself, his eyes darken as he took in her figure, for the first time. Eating her up with his eyes like predator! " Aren't you the boldest you little dove" as he reached near her, he said in his octave low deep voice.

Noor-Ul-Ain shivered visibly and kept quite while taking in his figure. Who looked almost unreal, with his tall height hovering over her, to his pitch black eyes observing her like a lion on hunt, his perfectly shaped face only shined more under the light of moon, reflecting through the window! Her man was a sight to see and a sight that had her clenching herself.

He reached till his chest touches her's, flushing them with each other, as he ran his hand up from her hand to her neck, while humming "hmmm...kya hua, meri sherni aik dam se billi kyun ban gai? Batao mujhe? Kya chahiye tha apko?"

(Hmm tell me, why my lioness had become wet cat? Tell me? What do you want?)

Noor, had her tongue tied, he shook his head at her state and pulled her closer till he was just a centimeter away from her lips "How do you wanna be took meri jaan? Hmm should I show you some ways? Aren't you little, pathetic doll that is jusssttt as pure as white cloth? Do you want me? your husband to take you in ways that will have you limping or in a way that you'll feel me in your inside's? "

A shudder tore through her, as his mouth spoke the dirty to her, making her whine in the most embarrassing way, he chuckled amusedly" nhi pata?..koi baat nhi... im here now little cheeks" saying, he smashed their lips together, he moved his lips harshly against her, with his one hand on her derriere, as he squeezed it, she opened her mouth inviting his tongue to explore more!

( You Dont know? Its okay!)

Her back hit the door, his hands hastily ripped the red pieces of her lingerie, leaving her completely bare for his eyes, that looked at her in adoration, his one hand roamed all over her body, he said in his most softest voice "so beautiful, all mine!" And turned rough, his hand fondled with her soft and white skin, his lips travelled all over her body as he laid her on the bed, her back only arched more as she pulled his hair, when he made her reach the pleasure, Her eye's grew tenfold as his hand did wonder's to her, as he prepared her for what he had saved for her!

Her mouth in 'O' shape, as he forcefully exerted the force upward, making her scream loudly, his hand clasped them around his mouth and to her neck, chocking her slightly.

Sikandar had laughed looking at the state she was in when he, being the gentleman had cleaned her up, while showering her with little butterfly kisses. Noor-Ul-Ain's tears had just died down when he, oh so innocently had asked her "satisfied?" She could only throw daggers at him with her glare, but oh how satisfied she was!! "You seems experience" she narrowed her eyes at him, he seems experience if not lying " Khudaya larki!! Ye sab tumhare utawle pan ka nateeja hai!! Bukhto sari zindagi" sikandar laughed and said, she sighed in content when he pulled her closer and she said in sleepy voice.

(Goodness girl! Its all your impatience, now bare it!)

"Karlungi!" He looked at her, then at ceiling before he smiled till he could feel he couldn't more. His heart dance in happiness, and he prayed for more nights of love with her! He was content when he slept. It was nice, having the taste of the one's love, who had ask you in the state of prostrate!
(I will!)
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Little droplets of cold water fall on his face, it was as small as something was being spray on him, but tickling feeling brought him to reality, he kept his eye's closed, pretending to be asleep, only for the act being continued and little giggle's to fall from girls mouth, Sikandar was awake and was aware of little play of his wife.

Noor-Ul-Ain had woken up early, on the first day as official bahu of his house, to head downstairs early, she had showered and now was teasing the sleeping sikandar by roaming the wet strands on his face, he furrowed his eye's brows. She giggled but kept her palm on her mouth.

She was having fun seeing his expressions changing, but wasn't ready of the sudden pull, she directly fall his chest while laughing "kya karrahi thi" his morning voice, asked her gruffly. She giggled mischievously "apko jaga rahi thi! Dekhen das bajne wale hain! Mere susral wale kya sochen ge mere bare mai!"

(What were you doing!)
(I was waking you up! Look its almost 10 am! What will my in law's would think!)

He changed her position while listening to her, she laid beside him on her side while he hugged her from the back, he sighed when his face came in contact with her neck, where he nuzzled his nose. Her scent of after shower was amazing "boldena fajar k bad soe the!" She hummed but then said " or agar unhonne poocha k kyun soe itni der se to" he hummed only, his eye's dropping again from the sleep.

(Say, we slept after fajar!)
(And when they ask why I slept that late?)

"Arey han! Mai kahungi k auntie kya bataun apke bete k bare mai!! Jo poore tees saal kabu kia hai inhone khud par, wo kal nahi karpae" his eye's shot opened, he groaned"Aini nhi! Khuda ka wasta larki!?" Noor-Ul-Ain laughed.

(Oh yeah, I'll say auntie, what Should I tell you about your son, the control he had on himself from last 30 years, he couldn't anymore!)
(Aini no! For God sake! Girl?)

"Jhoot bola Maine?" she faced silence, making her head turned to see him red as tomato, she gasp dramatically, and sat up from his arms, he immediately covered his face. She exclaimed" ap sharma rahe hain!! Kal kya hua tha apko!! Ya Allah ye kya hua" he laughed at her pained voice.

(I lied?)
(You are shying? What had happened to you yesterday! Ya Allah what had happened!)

She hit him a little hard on his chest and said " ap hanse nhi!" But he couldn't control himself and had laughed till she turned red, he took deep breaths and pulled her, till she was hovering over him and said while running his finger on her perfectly made eyebrow "mujhe khud nhi pata kal kya hua tha sath mere! Meri galt hai ye?" He questioned her, she smiled brightly and leaned in, to peck his lips lightly.

(Don't laugh!)
(I myself dont know what happened to me yesterday? Was It my mistake?)

"Mai apse bhot piyar karti hun sikandar!!" She said, while looking at him in adoration, a smile that was beaming pulled up at his face, his heart thump loudly and he claimed her lips with his, moving them slowly and gently, while his hand on her waist, rubbed her back.

(I love you alot sikandar!)

She pulled back and gasp "dekhen or dair hogai!! Aplog normally kitne baje uthte hain" she stood up from him, and strengthen her pashto dress, and smoothen her hairs. That was when he realized she was wearing the traditional and looked gorgeous for him. Her skin tone complimented the red dress, and her eyes shone brightly.

(Look, its more late now! By the way, at what time you usually wake up?)

He cleared his throat and said"normally 8 baje" he said while standing up to go to the bathroom, her dramatic gasp again made him smile, she still behaves like a child " sikandar bhot bure hain ap!! Late horaha hai chalen na" he stood up infront of her, and held her face lovingly" ap chalo mai ata hun!" He said gently, she nodded and ran outside the room, leaving him Shaking his head!

(Normally at 8 am!)
(Sikandar you are so bad! Its getting late now let's go!)
(Go, I'll come)

As Noor-Ul-Ain went down, she was met with all the eyes of womens, that were sitting on the lawn, while the maids were running here and there, The attention had shifted on her as the sound of her running foot were heard. She smiled at them and had said her salaam, only for them to reply half heartedly.

She stood there nervously fiddling with her fingers until her mother in law, who was maybe in the kitchen had came and was surprised but also smiled big seeing Noor-Ul-Ain, who returned the smile.
Aabidah gently welcomed her daughter in law by saying " wahan kyun khari ho Noor beta, come sit down with us!" noor nodded and complied.

( Why are you standing there? Noor, child come sit with us!)

Noor-Ul-Ain had instantly recognized the way they were reluctant, that they doesn't like her, especially the girl before her who was glaring at her, Noor-Ul-Ain had enough of her glaring, that she also looked at her with her resting face, making the girl avert her eyes.

"Wese, ye koi time to nhi hai nai bahu k uthne ka!" Yasmeen said to Noor, who looked at her shocked. Noor-Ul-Ain was a women of fast replies that doesn't wait for other's to think " Ofcourse, lekin ham raat ko dair se soe the!" And she also says whatever she wants.

(By the way, it's not the time newly weds wake up!)
(Ofcourse, but we slept last night!)

"Wese hamare ghar mai nayi bahu pehle din khana banati hai" Yasmeen once again said. Aabidah had tried stopping her, but yasmeen was hurt when sikandar had cruelly rejected momina after giving her hopes! So that will be a joke if we say she's going to let noor live happily! And morever, her brother listens to her more the aabidah. Yasmeen was practically the elder of this house.

(Daughter in law's in our home make lunch on their first day!)

"Mujhe khana banana nhi ata!" Noor-Ul-Ain straightly replied, making them gasp dramatically, expect aima and Aabidah " had hai, kitne saal ki ho?" This time, it was momina who had intervened, Noor raised her eyebrow at her "22, koi problem" Momina ignored her and chuckled " kya ye hai sardaar ki biwi mumani? Afsoos hai! Ise to kuch ata hi nhi hai!! Or apne ap ko biwi kehti hai sardaar ki! Such kahun to, wo acha deserve karta tha!" She exasperatedly said.

(I don't know how to cook!)
(There's a limit! How old are you?)
(22, any problem?)
(Is she the wife of sardaar, its a shame, she doesn't know anything! And call herself the WIFE of sardaar. Honestly he deserves someone better!)

Noor-Ul-Ain was girl, short of patience " oo hello? Care for yourself!  Jab kaha nhi ata to itni bari baat banane ki kya zaroorat hai? Or tumhare sardaar nai mera intekhab kia hai!" She snapped at momina, yasmeen stood up hurriedly saying " had mai raho larki! Kal ki dulhan ho awaaz neeche rakho! Badtameez larki!"

(Oh hello? Care for yourself! When I said I don't know why are you making it a big deal? And your sardaar has choosen me!)
(Stay in your limit's girl! You are a bride of one day! Lower your voice ILLITERATE girl!)

Noor-Ul-Ain gasped, and stood up too " mai badtameez nhi ap log hain! Instead ap log mujhe welcome karen, baten suna rahen hain! Kya tameez hai isme?"
She spatted angrily. She's been never questioned for the work she never did! Who are they to question her being the wife of sardaar?, Aabidah sat there lifeless as she saw the three womens voices being louder and louder.

(Im not illiterate but you are! Instead of welcoming me, you are arguing! What's literate in it?)

"Ye kya horaha hai" the voice of sikandar boomed from the staircase. They all went quite at the dominance and ego in the voice. Sikandar was shocked when he saw three women's about to held each other hair and one of them was Noor-Ul-Ain. He asked sternly "Kya horaha tha yahaan, kuch poocha hai maine" Noor-Ul-Ain averted her eyes to the floor.

(What's happening here?)
(I asked, what's happening here!)

Taking the chance, momina stepped forward and stared in extremely sweet voice, making Noor-Ul-Ain glare at him" Sardaar ye larki-" Sikandar's eye's was fixated on Noor-Ul-Ain. He cut momina off saying " Aini, kuch poocha hai maine TUMSE" Noor head snapped towards him!

(Sardaar, this girl--)
(Aini, I've asked YOU something!)

She was shocked and surprised, she had expected him to be mad at her and listen to his parents yet he asked her, his eyes only went soft of her. She proudly and confidently stepped forward till Infront of him. " Maine neeche ai hi thi, k inhone ne kaha k nai bahun ko jaldi uthna chahiye, then unhon nai khane ka bataya to maine kaha mujhe nhi ata, lekin ye momina mujhe criticise karne lagi k I shouldn't be your wife!!"

(I came downstairs, they said That newly wed DIL should wake up early! Then they informed me I've to cook something! So I told them I do not know how to cook!
But this momina was questioning me being your wife!)

Sikandar eyes fall upon the women behind His aini, his eye's turning hard second by second. He had never once thought of them as his family that he should protect, and he was glad Noor-Ul-Ain isn't someone to be quiet.

He quietly held aini's hand, and pulled her beside him saying while looking at them " pehli, or akhri baar meri biwi se kitchen k ya ghar k kaam ki baat kari hai apne! Ainda aisa nahi ho"

(First and Last time, you've asked my aini to do any domestic chores! Make sure It won't happen again!)

His words were clear, he had taken the side of Noor-Ul-Ain, unknowingly putting her status high, by backing her up! Putting her off limits to those who may wanted to bully her!
Noor-Ul-Ain looked at the man beside her, her heart filled with over flowing love for him as he put the matter to end. She loves the Sikandar who had taken her side without even asking other for confirmation!
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"Sherry" He stilled hearing the voice. His movement that was washing the dishes stopped. Three months, after three months he had listened to her voice. "Sherry" his head immediately snapped around, to find no one. He frantically searched for the source of voice. " Mahal?" He shouted her name, while he confusedly searched for her.

"Sherry" he looked towards the gate, where he could feel the voice coming from. He ran there, to open the door. No one was there, he was confused and frantic. He ran outside, bare feet and shouted her name loudly, the neighbors standing on the alley looked at him in wonder?

"Sherry" another whispered with a giggle in the last, his eye's filled with tear's as he ran, and looked around for the search of that one whisper " MAHALLL" his own voice echoed in the air, the giggle didn't cease, not did his flowing tears.

He ran and ran, till the giggles and the chanting of his name stopped. "MAHALLL". His voice echoed two more times in the deserted side street, he looked around himself, only to find himself in the middle of somewhere that was away from his home.

His feet sting, he looked down at his feet to see the small cuts and blood flowing from them, as he had ran there bare feet. He had hallucinate mahal, she wasn't there but it was a mare hallucination that had led him here. He fall down his knees and cried out loud, his voice being heared by himself as he cried and screamed her name again and again.

Allahu akbar allahu akbar

His head snapped towards the voice of adhaan being called. It was a barren road almost, where could be the Masjid. He stood up and followed the voice of Azaan.

Allahu akbar allahu akbar
Ash-hadu anla ilaha illah Allah
Ash-hadu anla ilaha illah Allah
Ash-hadu anna muhammadar-rasulullah
Ash-hadu anna muhammadar-rasulullah
Hayya as-salah
Hayya as-salah
Hayya al-falah
Hayya al-falah
Allahu akbar allahu akbar
La ilaha illa Allah

He found himself standing Infront of a Masjid, white as milk flowing, pure as he had seen the wings of a angel. His mouth agaped in wonder and in awe, his eyes shone in astonishment as he heard the Moazzin reciting the Adhaan. His heart filled with unknow warmth as his feets lifted on their own and he entered the place, after he doesn't know how many years. His tear's that were soaked now again wetted his cheeks.

He went towards the wudu area, his hands fluently worked on ablution and his sobs were echoing in the, now silent masjid. The mosque was empty, surprisengly no one was there, except for a old man, that was barely standing up. He went near him. He doesn't know what he was feeling, there were no thoughts in his mind as he did the ablution. His heart was just beating frantically

His sobs made it hard for him to recite the Niyat, for his namaz, but as he raised his hands, his dam broke and he fluently recite the surah's. His tear's wetting his whole face, he fall on prostrate, on the middle of the mosque.

The man, who was in Sajood was not someone he used to be!  His heart cried as he prayed, his tongue doing astagfar in the state of prostration, his mouth only whispering about how guilty he was, his entire body shooked, In the state of prostration, his mouth whispered the name 'Mahal'.

His voice, broken and throaty, his throat hurts, but he didn't stop crying. His mouth whispering about the sins he had done, his mind flashing his drunken state, the state where he had slept with na mehram, his lustfil eyes gazing at every women, and his hand touching the na mehram, He remembered the time he had no haya in himself!.

His entire being was filled with fear, he trembled and fall straight in Sajood, his forehead on the floor, He cried. His body felt easy, almost as if he was flowing in the air, his shoulder seems free and proudly stand. The hand on his back helped him stand up, his face filled with tears and his eyes meet with the man who was barely able to sit straight, was standing as if he was the strongest.

The man gestured him to sit, he complied.

"And most surely I am most Forgiving to him who repents and believes and does good, then continues to follow the right direction.” Qur'an, 20:82. Indeed I forgive those who repent, become faithful, act righteously, and follow guidance. mere bete, wo upper wala bhot azeem mai, uski zaat sabse bari hai! Wo kabhi kisi ko rota nhi dekhta mere bache! Kis baat k lie itni maafi mang raha hai tu"

(My child the One above is merciful! He's the magnificent! He can't see anyone crying! For what are you asking forgiveness?)

Shehryar couldn't believe his ear, the man's voice was sweet, softest, and almost feathery, he could hear it all his life. He replied" Bhot gunehgar hun mai! Mujhe nhi karrega wo maaf"  Shehryar's eye's again flowed. The man smiled.

(Im the most sinful, he wont forgive me!)

"Chalo, mai bataun... Shayad nasha karta tha? Zina karta tha? Haya nhi karta tha? Namaaz nhi parhta tha?" He was shocked. How did the man know about it all, he nodded. The man smiled.  

(Should I tell you? You used to drink? Have sex with na mehram? Had no shame? Never prayed namaz?)

"Aik baar kisi ne pooche kisi mahaan shaksiyat se, maine zina kya, chori ki, qatal kia or sharab ki? Lekin mai bhot sharminda hun! Kya mujhe Allah maaf karega? To jawaab mai use kaha gaya k

(Once someone ask someone wise, that I had sex, I steal, I drink, and I had kill, but i am shameful now! Will Allah forgive me, so he was replied)

'When someone repents, Allah turns to him in mercy and accepts his repentance, no matter what his sins or crimes. No sin is too great for Allah, may He be exalted, to forgive.

Allah, may He be exalted, says (interpretation of the meaning):

“And those who do not invoke with Allah another deity or kill the soul which Allah has forbidden [to be killed], except by right, and do not commit unlawful sexual intercourse. And whoever should do that will meet a penalty.

Multiplied for him is the punishment on the Day of Resurrection, and he will abide therein humiliated –

Except for those who repent, believe and do righteous work. For them Allah will replace their evil deeds with good. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.”

[al-Furqaan 25:68-70].'
Tera khuda bhot Bara hai, maafi mang to sahi "

(Your GOD is magnificent! Ask for forgiveness!)

Shehryar looked at the man before him, he then cried as he again fall on his knees, his cries were painful for any human to listen, if they would've listened, they would've pitied him. Shehryar felt free from all the burden his shoulder was carrying, he was glad to be hallucinating this time! Or how would he have came to his senses.

His entire being feel easy, the peace he was searching in his wife was never in her, she was never the one who could bring him peace but His Allah!

As shehryar reached the door of masjid to leave, the man behind him call his name, shehryar was shocked, he had never told him his name.

"Our nafs! A beast inside each and every one of us that we must tame! An unbridled nafs will prefer us to lead to all carnal desires ove the Love of Allah and his messenger ﷺ Call us to!
Muhabbat karna kabhi gunah nhi tha mere shair, lekin muhabbat mai khuda or muhabbat ka farkh rakhna hi ise junooni banata hai!! Muhabbat kar, Ishq to hai hi Sirf Allah se"

(Falling in love was never forbidden! My lion! But In love, finding love and GOD is what made it crazy! Fall in love! Ishq is only for God!

Shehryar felt his head spinning and black dot start appearing Infront of his eyes, before he fall down unconscious!
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لآ اِلَهَ اِلّا اللّهُ مُحَمَّدٌ رَسُوُل اللّهِ

There is(Non worthy) of worship except Allah. Muhammad (PBUH) is Messenger of ALLAH.”
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Assalamualaikum!

The most awaiting chapter! I wanted you all to read! I've cried writing this masterpiece!

It contains too much about what I've also gone through when I start practicing Islam!

I love this chapter and I love how beautifully shehryar has realized who is the Owner of this whole universe.

Now, I also have so many non Muslims reader, Dear, I did not say that Islam is the best! Nor did I said your's are bad! I apologize If I had hurted your feeling!

This book contains alot of Islamic teaching (If I had teach you something ofcourse) so If you aren't comfortable, You can kindly deny reading it! I won't mind.

But, I am Muslim, and as a Muslim it is my farz to spread the knowledge! I hope you all will understand!

The Quranic verses are copied by Quran, But the translation is from Google translate!
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And aini? First day and a fight? Lol it's going to be fun!

Btw, I do not really know the tradition Pakhtoon people follow! But its imaginary!

And sikandar is what you all need Im telling you! He's THE hero!
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