Its a cousin marriage based fictional story.

I want the end of love, dead simplicity, what do I want to see, be it torture, be it a promise, be naked, I want to try something patient, may this heaven be blessed for the ascetics, I want to face you. He raised his hand and raised the voice of the ghazal. His humming was also going along with the tune and his fingers were playing on the steering wheel of the car. I have a small heart, but I want to listen to the same lin song. The car opened the gate on the horn placed in front of a grand palace-like house on Defense Road, he entered the car porch and went inside. His direction was towards his bedroom. At that time he wanted rest. At eight in the morning everyone was at the dinner table except for one person who was the head of the thugs. Haris and Momina looked down and hid their laughter on her question, "Begum Sahiba, the younger children are not visible." "He is sleeping," Naila Begum said with a cold sigh. Let us just tell him that if Aj Rahman Bhai and his family want to come, then pick him up. Hearing the name of Rahman family, a smile spread on his lips and Haris's eyes also shone. "Yes, let me tell you what happened. Oh God, I have to make so many preparations." Naqvi smiled at Nayla Begum's words. "Repent, why have I kept this army of servants?" She smiled at his words. Naqvi Sahib's breakfast was finished. He wiped his hands with tissue paper. And left carrying the bag. Naqvi Sahib had two brothers Rahman and Rahim. Naqvi Sahib was the eldest, he raised both brothers like sons. Naqvi Sahib was a well-known businessman. Naqvi and Naila had three children Haris, Faris and Momina. After that came Rahman Sahib, whose family was4 He had married Pasan but his spouse passed away at the time of Horiya's birth. Later, to bring up Horiya, he married Kulsoom, the mother of a girl who was a widow, thus Rahman had two daughters, Horiya and Horeen. The last one was Rahim Sahib, he had only one son, Aban, his family lived in a foreign country. Houria and Houreen dressed in black and brown, they landed at Karachi Airport, Kulsoom and Rehman Sahib were also with them. "Baba, I am going to stay for a whole month. My semester has finished." Horiya looked at him and smiled "It's ok my dear" he caressed Hurin's head. "Islam wa Alaikum" sounded behind Faris, wearing a black shirt and black jeans, with his hair set in a style, looking like a prince - And peace be upon you, how is Islam? "I also fit" He smiled. Rahman and Faris put the luggage in the back of the car. The car was heading home. Faris took a look at the enemy Janan sitting behind who was busy talking with Hurin at that time. Hourin was two years older than Houria, but she was a small child in her actions and habits. Kulsoom Begum was a very soft-hearted woman. Rehman Sahib and Kulsoom started talking to Naila and Naqvi in ​​the lounge. Naila Begum had sent the girls to the room to freshen up. Horiya was drying her freshly wet hair in a towel, wearing a pink frock with buttons, drying her hair in front of the mirror. " "How are you, dear?" Kitabae said on his voice You get out of here right now.” She went near the couch on the towel bed. I have come to meet you, so let me see," he said with amusement, looking at her reddened cheeks. "I say go" she went closer and grabbed his hand and fell on top of him. "Hey, now you have to look carefully, you have come to me yourself" He had taken her in his arms and bowed down to suppress his smile. Horiya held her breath. "You are so bad, Faris, I hate you," she shouted. "I love you to John Faris" he said while caressing his red cheek with his finger. Now make him more tight so that Allah will give Dharma inside. "Ooooo" he put his hand in front of his eyes as he watched the scene. "What is the problem? God would have given you trouble," Faris said, amused. There was not much difference between the ages of Allah Dita and Faris, now Allah Dita knew that his death was ripe. "I'm sorry, little sir, you and brother should also rest, I'm gone," he said quickly, and ran away. Horiya's mouth opened and Faris laughed. It was Faris' belt that Allah would give him. "Why have you made me famous in many places, Faris" she said. So that people will know that you are mine and stay away from you" he said with fun. "Sir Sally," she mouthed. "Les My John" he had patted his cheek and Horiya's mood had also deteriorated due to this calamity. When Horiya came down, her mouth was made up, she sat with Horina.