The house was alive as everybody moved from one place to another. Girls were busy in getting ready for the day while the women of the house were making sure that every preparation was on point. And outside men were making sure that decorations were done and nothing was out of place.

A knock on the door pulled a groan from Haneen as she shifted in her bed. She didn’t slept at all last night as her conversation with Abdar kept repeating on loop in her mind.
She struggled to get up and grabbed her dupatta from the nearby chair and placed it on her head, only then she opened up the door.