Mehroom
"Phool to bahut se the bagh mein...
Par usne gulab chun liya"
MEHROOM
Zameer Malik, the eldest son of the Malik family, was all set to marry the girl he had known all his life...
Zoya Malik.
“Zameer! Yeh kya? Abhi tak tayyar nahi hue? Aaj nikah hai tumhara!”
(Zameer! What is this? You're still not ready? It's your wedding day!)
Naaz hurriedly brought his sherwani and sehra, only to freeze when she heard his next words.
“Mujhe yeh nikah nahi karna, Ammi...”
(I don't want this marriage, Ammi...)
Naaz stared at him before stepping closer.
“Yeh kya mazaak hai, Zameer? Neeche sab tumhara intezaar kar rahe hain.”
(What kind of joke is this, Zameer? Everyone downstairs is waiting for you.)
Zameer lowered his eyes.
“Ammi... main kisi aur se mohabbat karta hoon.”
(Ammi... I love someone else.)
The next moment, her hand struck his cheek.
“Chup-chaap neeche chalo. Main neeche jaa rahi hoon... aur agle paanch minute mein tum mujhe neeche chahiye, ZAMEER NAHEL MALIK.”
(Come downstairs. Now. I'm going downstairs, and I want you downstairs within the next five minutes, ZAMEER NAHEL MALIK.)
She turned and walked away.
Zameer remained standing there, his cheek burning and his secret burning hotter.
Will he listen to his mother?
Will he marry Zoya?
And who was the woman he claimed to love?
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