The night passed by in a blur. Solace engulfed the haveli. On one end of the hallway was a girl tossing and turning trying her hardest to keep her eyes off the box placed on her side table. While on the other was man who questioned his own feelings.
Soon the morning sun shined across the horizon. The haveli came back to life as the men left for eid prayers dressed in crisp kurta shalwar apart from the different colours they all made a statement. Aqib shah wore white shalwar kurta with black waistcoat. Khalil Shah wore a similar suit minus the waistcoat. Atif Shah wore a brown shalwar kurta and lastly Zalaan Shah was dressed in a black shalwar suit looking handsome as ever.
Rameez wore a navy deep blue shalwar kurta with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his veiny arms strong and muscular. Faris wore black and Arsalan wore black much similar to his fathers.
The ladies prepared for the grand breakfast. Multiple dishes cooked and placed on the table with the bestest of presentation. Faiqa, Narmeen and Daneen had their photoshoots. Now they waited for the men to arrive so that they could have their lavish breakfast.
The men arrived after the Eid prayer. He table was all ready with multiple dishes lining the table. The beautiful gold plated cutlery added more to the royal aura the Shah family held around them.
Narmeen made her way down the grand marble staircase the golden chandelier casted a soft golden hue around her as it was hit by direct sunlight coming from the large windows. Her brown eyes looked almost golden, her brown hair were curled at the ends that bounced joyfully on her back. The offwhite anarkali she had adorned made her golden skin shine even more. Lip pink lipstick made her lips seem more enticing. The bangles she had come to love since last night jingles in her wrist melodiously. The simple golden pazeb clashed against the skin of her ankle making it look more than it was worth.
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Her eyes down cast as she leisurely made her way down the steps. Carefully stepping as the new khussas were slippery against the polished marble surface of the steps.
A strong blow of wind from the big open French windows had her hair blocking her sight she hastily tried to remove them away but it was too late. Her foot slipped off the last step. In a futile attempt to stop herself from falling she grabbed the first thing that her hand came in contact with.
