There was a village so beautiful that even the mountains seemed to bow to its silence.
From afar, you could see endless hills touching the sky, wrapped in a blanket of greenery.
Small houses stood here and there, as if carefully placed by nature itself.People called it Milansaar (familiar ) a place where hearts were open, where joy and sorrow were never carried alone.In one of those houses lived a small family.And in that family… lived a girl named Rizvi.
She was the eldest among her siblings—calm, gentle, and wise beyond her age. Everyone respected her, not just because she was the eldest, but because of the way she carried herself—with quiet strength and kindness.But there was a time
when she used to smile more…laugh more…feel more.A few years ago, everything had changed.
A terrible accident had taken something from her—not just memories, but a part of her soul.The most beautiful moments of her life…were now nothing but emptiness.
She couldn’t remember them,but she could still feel their absence.And that absence… hurt the most.
Rizvi was no longer the same girl she used to be.
Time moved on, as it always does.Rizvi completed her studies and started learning new things from home. Her family, slowly healing from the past, began thinking about her future… her marriage.
And then one day—a proposal arrived.It was brought by her own uncle.When the guests came, Rizvi sat quietly in front of them, her eyes lowered, her presence soft yet graceful.
The boy’s father smiled and said,“Brother, we like the girl… but we want the wedding to happen soon.
”The sudden urgency made Rizvi’s family uneasy.Her father asked politely,“Is there any specific reason? We’ll need some time for the preparations…”The man replied,“Our son is the eldest. This will be the first wedding in our family.”After a brief discussion, Rizvi’s family agreed.
Sweets were shared. Smiles were exchanged.And just like that… her fate was decided.The boy’s name was Saif.He was everything a family could be proud of—well-educated, successful, and responsible.
He had completed his studies in London and had built himself into a respected businessman.
Being the eldest and only son, he carried the weight of expectations on his shoulders.But beneath that composed exterior…
there was something no one knew.Saif was already in love.Her name was Muskaan.
That evening, when his father spoke about the marriage, Saif tried to protest.“Papa… I don’t want to get married right now.
”His father looked at him seriously.“I have already given my word. And I don’t want to hear a ‘no’ from you.”After a pause, he asked,“Is there someone else?”Saif forced a small smile.
“No, there’s nothing like that.”But there was everything like that.He just chose to stay silent.
Later that night, Zareen entered his room without knocking, a teasing smile on her face.“So, bro… what are you thinking?
” she said playfully. “About your future wife?”Saif frowned.“What wife? I don’t even know who you’re talking about.”Zareen rolled her eyes.“Seriously? I’m talking about the girl you’re going to marry… Rizvi bhabhi.
”She placed a photograph on his table.“At least look at her. She’s really sweet.”Saif sighed.“Zareen, please… just go and sleep.”“Fine,” she said, laughing. “But don’t forget to look at the picture.”After she left, Saif picked up the photograph.Rizvi looked innocent…soft… almost untouched by the world.But Saif felt nothing.Because his heart…was already with someone else.The next morning, Saif couldn’t wait anymore.He called Muskaan and asked her to meet him at a restaurant.
