His DULHAN
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PROFESSION: A successful corporate lawyer and philanthropist. Known for his sharp intellect and ability to win even the most complex cases, Taha has a reputation for being fearless in court and always fighting for justice.
FAMILY: The Mirza family is well-established, with a long lineage of scholars and social reformers. His father, Zameer Mirza, is a retired judge, and his mother, Ruqayya Mirza, runs an NGO for education in rural areas.
AMBITION: Taha dreams of combining law and social reform. Apart from his law practice, he’s secretly working on establishing a network of free legal aid clinics for the oppressed.
PERSONALITY: He’s calm, composed, and deeply analytical, but beneath his reserved exterior, he carries a deep sense of empathy, especially for the underprivileged. He’s someone who believes in actions more than words.
HOBBIES: A lover of poetry and history, Taha often finds solace in reading Urdu poetry and studying historical artifacts. He’s also a skilled chess player, which he enjoys to unwind.
APPEARANCE: With sharp features, a neatly trimmed beard, and piercing grey-green eyes, Taha’s presence is commanding yet approachable. His style is elegant—always in crisp suits that match his professional demeanor.
Ruhani Siddiqui is the carefree daughter of Professor Anwar Siddiqui, a respected academic, and Nafisa Siddiqui, a homemaker. Despite her intellectual family background, Ruhani has no interest in studying or pursuing a traditional career. She feels lost, unsure of her future, and often daydreams about something more fulfilling, yet struggles with self-doubt. While she doesn’t have a clear direction, she finds peace in hobbies like sketching and photography.
Ruhani has long, jet-black hair that frames her face softly, often left loose in a natural, effortless style. Her warm, brown eyes reflect a quiet depth, giving her a contemplative and distant look at times.
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This is arranged marriage trope
Nikah
I was sitting on the soft, velvet-draped sofa, surrounded by cushions that felt as plush as clouds. The floral scent of fresh roses filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of incense. My hands rested on my lap, trembling slightly as I fidgeted with the golden embroidery on my bridal dupatta.
The room was filled with murmurs, yet all I could hear was the steady voice of Maulvi Sahab, reciting the sacred words of Nikah with utmost clarity and calmness. His voice echoed in my ears, pulling me further into the reality of this moment.
Through the thin white veil partitioning us, I could vaguely see the outline of him—Taha Zayan Mirza, the man I was about to marry. The veil, a symbol of modesty, felt like a boundary I couldn’t cross, both physically and emotionally. He seemed calm, composed, unbothered—as though this wasn’t a life-changing moment for him. For me, it felt like the walls were closing in.
“Nikah ke aqd ke mutabiq, Taha Zayan Mirza ki taraf se aapko mehr pesh kiya ja raha hai. Ye mehr hai 10 lakh rupay"
[ According to the agreement of the marriage.Taha Zayan Mirza is offering you the mehr (dowry). This mehr is worth ten Lakh rupees.]
The maulvi saheb's words hung in the air, making me blink in disbelief. A mehr of ten lakh rupees? It was overwhelming, extravagant—a reflection of his wealth. I was truly shocked..did he himself thoughts to give me?? Or .. something
Or was it just another display of his power, his status?
Then came the moment I had been dreading.
The maulvi saheb turned to me, his tone gentle yet firm, reciting the sacred words:
"Ruhani Siddiqui, kya aap Taha Zayan Mirza ke sath nikah qabool karti hain? Aapka mehr 10 Lakh rupay hai."
[ Do you accept Taha Zayan Mirza as your husband in this marriage? Your mehr is 10 Lakh]
The world around me seemed to fade, and all I could hear was the deafening sound of my own heartbeat.
A single word—just three times—was all it took. My whole life rested on this moment. My lips quivered as I opened my mouth, trying to steady my voice, unsure if this decision was truly mine to make.
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
"Qabool hai," I whispered softly.
[ I accept. ]
The maulvi saheb repeated the question twice more. And twice more, I replied, my voice growing steadier each time
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
"Qabool hai. Qabool hai."
Through the veil, I saw his faint shadow shift as he responded in turn, his voice deep and unwavering:
"Qabool hai. Qabool hai. Qabool hai."
With each utterance, a knot tightened in my chest. The words had been spoken, the agreement made, and the nikah was complete.
I sat still, my hands clenched together as the reality of the moment settled over me. I was now "Ruhani Taha Mirza", the wife of a man I barely knew
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
*sign the marriage papers*
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Goodbye
After the nikah, it was time to say goodbye. The weight of the moment pressed down on me as I hugged my mother tightly. She was crying uncontrollably, her sobs shaking her whole body as if she was trying to hold on to me with all her strength.
Nafisa Siddiqui/Fl Mom/
Ruhani, khush rehna, beta *she whispered between her tears, her hands cupping my face*
[ Ruhani,.be happy dear ]
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
*I nodded silently with tears rolling down*
When I turned to my father, I saw tears silently streaming down his face. He didn’t say much, just placed a hand on my head and prayed softly,
Anwar Siddiqui/Fl dad/
“Allah tumhari hifazat kare, beta. Hamesha khush raho.” *His voice cracked at the end, and it broke me*
[ May Allah protect u and always be happy]
Then there was my younger brother. True to his nature, he tried to lighten the mood, teasing me with a mischievous smile..
Hamza Siddiqui/Fl Brother/
"bhootni lag rhi ho , sara makeup mess ho gyaa",
[ u look like a ghost, all ur makeup are a mess 😂 ]
But even as he said it, I saw his eyes brimming with tears. When he hugged me, his shoulders shook, and I realized he was crying just as much as the others
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
*chuckled with tears*
The moment was heavy, overwhelming. With every step towards the car, it felt like a part of me was being left behind.
Finally, I got into the car. Sitting beside him—Taha Zayan Mirza—felt surreal. I dared not glance in his direction, keeping my eyes fixed on my trembling hands resting in my lap. The silence between us was deafening, stretching endlessly as the car moved forward.
He didn’t say a single word. Not a greeting, not a reassurance—nothing. And I… I couldn’t muster the courage to speak either. My throat felt dry, and my chest was tight with a mixture of nervousness, sadness, and fear.
This wasn’t a love marriage, not even close. It was a marriage arranged for my father’s happiness. His wish, his command. And me? I didn’t know how to feel. Maybe I was a burden he wanted to see settled, or maybe he truly believed this was the best for me. I couldn’t tell.
I had only seen Taha once before—in a picture. There had been no meetings, no conversations. He hadn’t asked to meet, and I hadn’t either. And now, here we were, sitting side by side, bound by a sacred bond yet feeling like strangers.
Actually..in this marriage I guess we are strangers.
The journey to his home felt endless, the silence in the car heavy enough to suffocate me. I stole a quick glance at him, hoping to gauge something—anything—from his demeanor. But his expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed ahead, as if this moment meant nothing to him.
I turned my eyes back to the window, watching the city lights blur as tears filled my eyes. This was my reality now—a life I hadn’t chosen but one I was determined to accept.
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
*glance at him*
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
( is he angry?? )
Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/
( then why is he clenching his jaw this painfully?)
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