Raabta: connection
â¤â¥â¤â¥â¤â¥
Amal Baig, a cheerful girl who is the noor of the house. Her friendly nature is reserved for everyone except him. She is a 23-year-old girl who owns his heart and soul. She was his everything.
Rameez Zardari is a 30-year-old politician. Though he is very reserved, his solace was Amal. His cousin can talk to anyone for hours but not with him. She was his eternal peace and noor of his life. His dil ka sukoon. He spoiled her with everything she wants. But he is also very possessive and dominating when it comes to her.
Two cousins who were unaware of each feelings get married to each other most unexpectedly.
â¤â¥â¤â¥â¤â¥
Amal bit her lower lips as her eyes scanned the quiet atmosphere of the haveli. She clutches the navy blue shawl to her chest as she made her way to the exit. Her white chiffon dupatta was on her head while few strands of brown hair covered her eyes.
"Amal bibi, aap kaha jaa rahi hai?" Her cousin Faham stopped her as she saw her sneaking from the second gate.
(Amal, where are you going?)
She was startled after hearing the voice.
"Wo... na ham amma ke liye ice cream lene jaa rahe hai. Unka na dil bohot kar raha tha. Thele wale bhaiya ki ice cream unko zyada pasand hai. Aap pareshan mat hona. Aur ham aapke liye bhi laa denge. Bass aap apna munh bandh rakhiyega," Amal babbled and he let out a hearty chuckle.
(I was going to get the ice cream. I was getting the ice cream for Amma. She wanted it. She liked the ice cream from the stall. You don't have to worry. I will also bring it for you. Just don't tell him)
"Bewakoof banane ke liye main hi mila tha. Tum ruk jao. Main phupho ko sab batata hoon," She scoffed at his words.
(You think I am a fool? Just wait. I will tell to an aunt)
"Ab tou ammi se darr nahi lagta. Bass unse lagta hai. Bade khaufnaak hai," Amal sneered.
(I am not scared of my mother. I'm just scared of him. He is so dangerous)
"Wo kon hai bhala? Jaha tak mujhe yaad hai badi phupho ke elawa koi itna khaufnaak nahi hai," Faham chuckled and she hit his arm.
(And who is that person. As far as I remember, no one can be dangerous as the elder aunt)
"Kaisi bhi hai wo par hamari khala hai. Aapna zara munh control mai rakhe. Kisi ne sunn liya na tou bade dange fasaad hone hai," Amal shrugged her shoulder as they walked back to haveli with a malai kulfi in their hands.
(She is my aunt after all and I won't tolerate you talking bad about her. If someone will hear you, then the consequences won't be good)
"Waise ham aapke bhai ki baat kar rahe the. Accha hai election shuru hone wala. Unki nazar tou hamse hat ti hi nahi. Kabhi kabhar aisa lagta hai ke wo hamse pyaar kar baithe hai," Faham choked at her words
(I was talking about your brother. It's good that the election is going to start. He never keeps his eyes off me. Sometimes, I feel like he is in love with me)
"Bohot munhphatt ho tum," Faham taunted and walked away.
(You talk without thinking twice)
After completing her kulfi, Amal slowly strode towards her room. Her heart skips a beat when she collided with the hard chest.
There was a Rameez Zardari. An aura and a name that screams power.
"Assalamu alaikum," Amal fixed her dupatta as she greeted him.
"Walaikum Assalam, Amal" He replied while gazing at her lips.
"Aap hame aise kya dekhe jaa rahe hai. I am feeling uncomfortable. Aisa na dekha kare ham. Ajeeb lagta hai. Koi aur rahta tha na tou kabka aapke upar harassment ka case kar deta. Phir aapke political career mai badi takleef aati. Iss liye khoobsurat ladkiyo ko nahi taadna chahiye," Amal explained to him doing some reflective actions in the air.
(Why you are staring at me like that. I am feeling uncomfortable. You don't have to stare at me. It's awkward. If someone else would be in my position, they would have filed a harassment case against you. Then you would have to face difficulties in your political career. That's why it's wrong to stare at beautiful girls)
"Shut up, Amal. Kuch bhi bolti ho tum. Aur tum kaha thi? Tum ice cream khane gayi thi na," Rameez glared at her and her voice stuck in her throat.
(You talk things without thinking twice. Where were you? Did you go for ice cream na?)
"Aap ko kese pata?" Amal stuttered.
(How do you know)
"I know everything," Rameez snorted.
"Waah. Allah ne aapko kitna talented banda banaya hai," Amal proudly patted his chest and his heart tremble to feel her warm hands on his chest.
(Wow. Allah has made you so talented)
"Aap ka dil bohot tez dhadak raha hai," Amal lay her head near his left chest and hear his erratic heartbeat.
(Your heart is beating so fast)
He sucked in a sharp breath seeing her so close to him. Her dupatta was slipped from her head and his gaze was stuck on her collar bones which were glowing under the dim light of the hallway. Her Vanilla scent filled in his nostrils and he clenched her fist.
"Attack wattack tou nahi aane wala na aapko. Waise bhi aapki umar bohot zyada hai," Rameez glared at her and she stifle a mischievous smile.
(I hope it's not a heart attack sign. Since you are already aged)
"Kuch zyada nahi bol rahi tum," Rameez narrowed his eyes at her.
(You are speaking too much nowadays)
"Accha. Sorry. Aap tension na le. Ham apni dost ko kah denge sirf aapko hi vote kare. Waise sab aapko bohot pasand karte hai. Ek ne tou aap ka posters apne room mai lagaya hai. Itna pasand karti hai aapko," She mischievously nudged his shoulder and he glared.
(Okay. Sorry. Don't worry. I will tell my friends to vote for you in the election. And everyone likes you a lot. A girl in my university happened to decorate her room with your posters. She likes you a lot)
"You will make sure that she remove all my posters from her room. Or else she will have to face my wrath. Khair nahi hai tumhari dost ki," Rameez threatened and she nodded her head.
(I won't spare that friend of yours)
"Ab ice cream khaa hi liya hai tou paani pikar sona warna gala pakad lega," Rameez sighed and left for his room.
(Since you already had ice cream, make sure to drink water or else your throat will get sore)
And she did as he told. Because deep down she knows that he cares a lot for her.
â¤â¥â¤â¥â¤â¥
How's the prologue?
I hope you will like them. It's gonna be a humorous romanceðð¥
Well, I announced something in my Instagram story. Make sure to check it out.
And Aghyaar epilogue will be up soon.
Until then, Take care.
-Faraal