you know what is the beauty of pureness??

"Robel you."

"You go, Rabel. You're getting late."

Abid stopped him by placing his hand on Ramin's hand and asked him to leave. She barely shook her head and turned around. The steps were shaking and the dawn was getting wet with the moisture of her tears. She was not weak, but as she gave them explanations, her existence began to fade. Some of his nature was sensitive and some of his temperament was delicate. If someone would say something about her clothes, she would get nervous. And now the situation was that he was being made the subject of all time debates. Why would she not be injured by this behavior?

"What are you doing? You know how sensitive she is. She cries over the smallest things, yet every time you have to bring up this discussion!"

Even his walking footsteps had not kept the echo of Abed's sentence from his hearing. But looking back now meant a lot of crying. And she did not want to be weak by crying in front of them.

"Saima, you don't know your habit yet, Abid. They don't like girls like this at all."

He crossed the gate walking on the stony path and crossed the door of the house and went outside. His flushed face shone on the cool, silent morning street. He let the water flow from this spotless one.

What if Phaphu doesn't like such girls? He should not marry Phaphu. And the one who has to do it is a very wise and good person. Owner of open heart and good thinking. He will take it for granted. He will surely agree to it while respecting the limits set by him. And even if he does not agree, he will not disgrace him in public. Yes, he won't do that.

While walking on the cold and silent road, why did his heart's burdens start to slip spontaneously?

.

She had just come from Madrasa and was just sitting on the bed, when someone knocked on the door of her room, she raised her face in shock.

"Rabel. I am Arham."

The day before yesterday was Iqbal's mehndi and the arrival of guests had started at his house. Was it only him that there was a lot of excitement in the bungalow of Zahid Chacha, which was built right in front of him? Saima Phaphu had come this morning and after salam dua, she took the way to the seminary. That's why he only faced them. And now Arham was knocking on his door and calling him.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror helplessly. His eye-colored hair fell slightly below his shoulders and was scattered on the sides of his face. He glanced at the gray dupatta on the bed.

Once again the door rang, interrupting his thoughts. He took a deep breath and picked up the dupatta scattered on the bed. She wrapped it around her face as she walked to the door. When there was a knock again, he opened the door. He was standing in front.

The lining man smiled in his usual gentle manner as he adorned his body. Handsome as always!

"What are you doing sitting in the room? Dholki is at uncle's house. You are not walking?"

He swallowed helplessly. Her heart was pounding and her lips were touching, she was suffering from a strange hesitation. Arham looked at him carefully.

"You... don't keep going..."

"No. He. Please go, I. I have a little work to do."

"What kind of work?"

"That. Actually, I just joined an Islamic institute a few days ago. Now you know how much work there is. I just have to make assignments and submit them, that's why I can't go to Dholki. You go, Rada. And Shaza are both going. Surely won't let you get bored."

He finished with a formal smile. Arham's expression suddenly turned strange.

"You know that no one can fill your lack."

Rabel's heart beat suddenly. But it was not swayed by the romantic tone of the front. His heart pounded in uncontrollable fear. A few verses of the book placed on the study table were glowing for a moment. He held the door frame tightly.

"Sorry, can't come to Arham. You can go."

"But.. why..? You can come and do your assignments from there."

really Did he really not understand why she was not going to Dholki? He did not understand or even after understanding, he took time to answer.