The weather exuded an exceptionally romantic and sweet ambiance for Khan's men as they celebrated a momentous occasion—the wedding of their elder son to their second-last son. Rayyan, overwhelmed with joy, was the epitome of happiness, having always harbored deep affection for Maha. His bliss knew no bounds.

Khan Villa sparkled with the warm glow of fairy lights, transforming every corner into a luminous haven. The air was abuzz with guests, infusing the atmosphere with the lively spirit of festivity and love. It was an enchanting celebration on the seventh sky of emotions for the Khan family.

Dua, Maha, and Hadia found themselves in the same room, preparing for the celebration. In Pakistan, many brides opt not to get ready in parlors for the mayoun ceremony, knowing that by the end of the day, they would be adorned with haldi and mehndi. Dua donned a resplendent yellow lehenga, its blouse extending gracefully to her waist, leaving not even an inch of her skin exposed. The room was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation, and the aesthetic allure of their preparations heightened the emotions surrounding this significant moment.

Her lehenga was simplicity personified – her hair cascading freely, and the dupatta elegantly draped over her head, allowing some tendrils to peek through.

Maha, on the other hand, adorned herself in a resplendent lehenga adorned with intricate zardosi work on both blouse and skirt. Her dupatta, a striking shade of blue, added a touch of regality to her ensemble. The brides painted a picture of contrasting elegance, with one bride embracing simplicity while the other radiated opulence, both embodying their unique charm and beauty  She too wore her hair open, adorned with exquisite jewelry.

Hadia's lehenga matched Maha's in opulence, and her upper garment showcased a distinctive style. As the trio completed their preparations, the room's door swung open, revealing Tayiammi. Witnessing all three ready, she felt a surge of emotions, contemplating how swiftly time had transformed them.

"Chalen mere bacho... Ap logon ki mehndi bhi lagwani hai... or haldi bhi... Rasmen bhi to hai" she said, her voice laced with a mix of nostalgia and excitement. The moment held a sense of anticipation for the upcoming wedding rituals, and the air was filled with a blend of emotions, from joyous celebrations to the poignant realization of the passage of time.

(Come, my children... It's time to apply henna on your hands... and turmeric too... There are ceremonies to be conducted)

Saying this, she arranged the three of them in a line, and another dupatta was placed above their heads, delicately held by their cousins from the maternal side. Seated on the stage, they were surrounded by an aura of anticipation and tradition.

The boys were restricted from entering the ladies' mayoun; a tradition upheld to prevent the groom from seeing the bride before the nikkah. As a result, the three brides found themselves in the garden, while the stage was prepared in the lawn. The setting was imbued with a sense of ceremonial beauty, the air thick with the aroma of tradition and the hushed excitement of an impending union.

The haldi ritual commenced with Dadi Jaan, weaving its way through everyone until each person had been anointed. Mahad, being his mischievous self, teased the grooms about the beauty of their brides. The impact on all of them was palpable; they were eager to catch a glimpse. As the time had passed, Arshad had seen Dua caring for him and tending to his needs, her care emerging a genuine feeling of liking her.

His day revolved around Dua – starting and ending with her. He couldn't fathom the thought of her being distant, but the uncertainty of the future lingered.

After the function, everyone retired to their rooms. Hadia, preparing to sleep, heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was her mother or sisters, she welcomed them in. The air was filled with a sense of familial warmth and the anticipation of what the night held.

Mahid entered the room, causing Hadia to yelp. Hushing her gently, he closed the door, making her sit on the bed with him. "Hadia... tum waqai ready ho... is rishte k lie... Mai kabhi nhi chahunga... tumhari marzi k kilaf jaun... Jo tum chahoge hoga... mujhe batao, kya tum is rishte se khush ho."

(hadia, are you really happy with this relation, I won't go against your choice.. tell me... are you ready)

In this tender moment, Mahid delicately broached the subject, seeking Hadia's genuine feelings about the impending union. The atmosphere in the room turned a mix of anticipation and sincerity, as they navigated the complexities of emotions and the impending commitment

In the hushed embrace of the moment, he delicately inquired of Hadia, "Mahid... Mujhe aitraz nahi hai koi... Lekin dar lag raha hai... Age kya hoga or kya nahi... Mujhe kuch samajh—"

(Mahid... I don't have any objections... But I'm scared... What will happen in the future and what won't... I don't understand anything—)

Her response, delivered in a tone tinged with panic, was promptly shushed by Mahid. "Nahi nahi jaana, aisa kuch nahi horaha. Don't panic... Everything will be alright. I'll always keep you happy... Bas tum ready ho mere liye wohi kafi hai."

(No no love, nothing bad is happening, you are ready and thats all I need)

A tender smile graced her face as she nodded in agreement. The sanctity of the moment was interrupted by the gentle creak of her room's door, revealing Rayyan's presence. His gaze swept between the two, and he directed a pointed question at Mahid, "Tum yahan?" with a subtle lift of his eyebrow. Mahid, caught in a nervous laughter, instinctively sought refuge in Hadia's eyes, silently imploring her assistance. "Umm bhai... Wo mujhe aise—hi wo—" she stammered. Rayyan, understanding the unspoken plea, shook his head and gestured towards the exit, signaling Mahid to leave.

(You, here)
(Umm brother...I)

As Mahid closed the door behind him, Rayyan enveloped his sister in a warm embrace, eliciting a genuine smile from her. "Khush hai meri guriya?" he tenderly inquired. Her nod was met with reciprocity, and just before she could press further, she playfully asserted, "Obviously ap to honge hi na," prompting laughter to dance through the room.

(Is my doll happy?)
(Obviously you would be)
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The following day unfolded with the joyous celebration of Baraat. Having witnessed Mahid and Arshad's nikkah, the family decided to replicate the joy for Rayyan, intertwining his nikkah and Baraat in a harmonious union. The prospect left Rayyan elated beyond words.

Qubool hai resonated between the elder couple, marking the initiation of a new chapter. Sweets and delectable dishes adorned the festivities, accompanied by a vibrant Photoshoot capturing the essence of love. Seated on the bed, Maha nervously chewed her lips, awaiting the moment of revelation. The door creaked open, and Rayyan beheld her sitting adorned in a ghungat. Gently lifting the veil, he muttered a heartfelt mashallah, extending his salam. In a soft voice, she responded, "Aj to jaan lene ka iradda hai kya?" His husky reply elicited a blush as she shook her head. Rayyan presented her with a box, revealing exquisite gold kangan.

(Is there an intention to take a life today?)

She instantly fell in love with the intricate jewelry, her affection for adornments known to Rayyan like no other. "They are sooo beautiful bhai," she exclaimed. Yet, she still referred to him as 'bhai,' a realization that lingered even after their nikkah. Maha, sensing his silence, raised her head, asking, "Kya hua?" Rayyan almost let out a sarcastic laugh at the question. "Maha... ab to bhai na bolo yaar," he gently urged. She laughed nervously, realizing her slip, and he gestured for her to freshen up before their evening prayers.

(What happened)
(Dont call me bhai yar)

After performing salah, with Rayyan leading the way, they nestled into bed. The distance between them seemed unwelcome to Rayyan, prompting him to pull her closer. Her back pressed against his chest as he whispered a tender goodnight in her ear. She shivered, closing her eyes to surrender to the peaceful embrace of sleep.
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Arshad found himself seated across from Dua, engaging in a conversation that painted blushes on her cheeks, a source of pride for him. Taking her delicate hand in his, he slid a ring onto her ring finger, and Dua's eyes widened at the extravagant gift.

"Bhot khubsurat hai ya, Arshad," she exclaimed in excitement, making him smile. Opening a side drawer, she retrieved another box and pointed to his hand. Confused, he held it out, and she gracefully slid a ring onto his finger.

(Its very beautiful)

"Maine bhi ap k lie gift lia tha... Kafi time pehle... Par de nahi pai," she confessed. His guilt resurfaced for his past behavior. Cupping her face, he apologized sincerely, "Dua... I'm sorry... Main itna bura behave karta tha mujhe khud andaza nahi... Lekin aj se promise karta hoon... I'll treat you like a queen."

(I too brought a gift for you, long time ago but could give you)

(Dua... I'm sorry... I behaved so poorly, I didn't realize it myself... But from today, I promise...)

Her smile illuminated the room as she, too, cupped his face. "And I'll treat you like a king." As he brought her face closer, brushing his fingers against her lips, he sought permission. Dua nodded shyly, and he gently placed his lips on hers. Capturing her upper lip between his, he suckled and licked both, pulling her closer by her waist. Her hand found its way to his hair, squeezing her waist as she gasped. He entered with his tongue, savoring every nuance of her being.

Breathing heavily, they reluctantly pulled away. Eager to escalate their intimacy, he sought her permission before gently lowering her onto the bed. Removing her jewelry, he delivered open-mouthed kisses from her jaw to neck, both lost in their carnal desires. The moon, shyly veiling itself with stars, turned away, giving the couple the privacy as they made passionate love to each other.
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Mahid entered the room to find Hadia standing by the window, captivated by the moon's luminous glow. Quietly approaching, he enveloped her in a tender embrace, his arms securing her waist. She momentarily stilled before yielding to the warmth of her husband's presence. "Kesi hain aap meri jaan?" he initiated the conversation in a soft voice.

(How are you my love)

"Mai theek hun, Mahid," she replied, and at her words, he gently turned her to face him. His gaze, filled with affection, met hers, and with a small smile, he kissed her forehead. "Go freshen up... You can sleep on the bed, and I'll be on the couch," he offered considerately. However, she declined, expressing the desire to share the bed, prompting a smile from him.

(I am good)

Nodding in agreement, he watched as she headed towards the washroom. Looking up at the sky, he closed his eyes, expressing gratitude to Allah for answering his prayers. Hadia emerged from the washroom to find her husband lying on the bed, clad only in black sweatpants, his eyes shielded by his forearm. Seating herself beside him, she blushed under his gaze, and as he opened his eyes, a smile graced his lips.

Sitting up, Mahid took her hand and placed a long box in it. She opened it to reveal a charming yet elegant butterfly-adorned chain. Looking at him with affection, she gestured for him to put it around her neck. Taking the pendant, he delicately secured it, planting soft kisses on the back of her neck. Another box was presented, and inquisitively, she raised an eyebrow.

"Khol lo jaan... Ye bhi apka gift hai... Meri zindagi mai ane ka," he said. She blushed as she opened the box, eyes widening at the sight of the diamond necklace she had always coveted. Her shocked gaze met his, and he smiled, revealing, "I have seen you looking at it... So."

(Open it love, its another gift for coming in my life)

Expressing her gratitude with a peck on his cheek, she cut him off, "Thank you, Mahid... Ye donon bhot ache hain... ap bhi." He smiled and kissed her forehead, his gaze subtly shifting to her lips. Sensing the change, she blushed, interpreting it as a silent affirmation. He sealed their connection with a kiss, taking his now lawful wife to the pinnacle of ecstasy, sharing a glimpse of his profound desires reserved solely for her.

(Both of these are beautiful....and you too)