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PROLOGUE
"What kind of girl do you imagine as your life partner?" a reporter asked Aahil Raza Ibrahim.
"My dream girl is very well-mannered, soft spoken, honest, and humble" Aahil said coldly.
"What personality do you find most irritating in girls?" the reporter went on. "Their desire for make up and their constant blabbering" Aahil replied honestly.
"What do you advise girls out there if they wish to marry you?"
"My way is your way got it" Aahil said. "My wife will ALWAYS do as I say."
"One more que-" "Excuse us please, Mr. Ibrahim is getting late for his meeting" Rehaan said authoritatively. Aahil rolled his eyes at the mob of reporters who were trying to reach him.
With the guidance of Rehaan, he finally managed to get into his car. Once the driver had started driving, Aahil spoke up.
"You know Rehaan these ruddy reporters don't have anything else to do other than poke their nose into others' personal lives. Just the other day they made a big deal out of me and that girl." Rehaan watched amused as Aahil went on. "You know Rehaan, it was only a one time lunch date with her, is there seriously anything wrong with that? And these reporters made such a big deal out of it. And today they're behaving normal as if nothing had ever happened."
Sanam woke up to the sound of two plates being banged together. Her mother always did that to call everyone out for breakfast. Zoya was now a mother of a young lady but she had never quit her childishness. Sanam appreciated her mother for that. "Wake up sweetie" Zoya called out while pulling the covers away from Sanam's grip. "Really Sanam, it's time to wake up! Your father is way too Akdoo and I don't want him to scold you." Sanam jumped out of her bed and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Don't fret mom. Dad won't scold us the charming girls of the house!" "That's true.. especially after seeing the cute dimple smile we've got!" Zoya exclaimed to her daughter. Sanam winked back at her identical mother; only older in age.😆 "I'll go get ready then" Sanam said.
Zoya handed her daughter a salwar suit. She never forced her daughter to wear indian suits but Sanam had somehow become traditional when it came to clothes. People found it odd at times how Zoya wore jeans and shirt while Sanam wore indian dresses. But Sanam and Zoya did not care about what people thought.
"I'll go put your diary in the cabinet for you" Zoya told Sanam who immediately shook her head. "Mom no..it's personal and you can't touch it!" "Okay fine, whatevs" Zoya replied as Sanam went into the washroom to get ready.
Zoya smiled to herself. She could already guess what Sanam wrote in her diary. After all when she was Sanam's age she had always written about her prince charming. The person she wished would come into her life. Ta-Da! Her wish had come true when Asad had come into her life.😳
Today, she was happy with her two daughters Sanam and Sehr, her husband, and. mother-in-law. Sehr was gone on a business trip and Zoya was missing her a lot.
Zoya chuckled to herself thinking how time had passed so quickly. She turned to go set the breakfast table..
I hope you all liked the short intro to the story. I will update part 1 soon.😊
Sorry for any errors.😆
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