There she came, in a black saree and a white rose tucked there to enhance the grace. An epitome of temptations with a heartwarming smile.

When Zaviyaar’s eyes fell on her, his heart skipped a beat. Placing his hand on his chest, he almost fell from mesmerization.

“Ya Allah…” He whispered under his breath.

The blissful moment when his eyes linked to silver ones, a profound glimpse of veneration evoked on his face, falling deeper into those pits of affection for her.

Saira noticed and looked away, hugging herself with dejection as he smiled aesthetically at his wife who came down with a timid gaze, unlike her usual graceful ones....