Munazza, Aunt of the Groom
You want to know about Nasir? Where do I begin?
That boy was not just the joy of his family, he was the pride of his community.
From the moment he took his first steps to the time he graduated summa cum laude from Princeton University and became a top investment banker at Perth International, he’d had the world at his fingertips.
And I’m only being honest here: He could have had his pick of any woman he wanted for his wife.
When he told us he planned to marry the Mirza girl, his mother fainted then and there.
We warned him. He was such a good boy. Kind and thoughtful.
Tall, dark, and handsome like his father.
We reminded him what everyone here knows—that the Mirza women’s reputations precede them.
Look at their dear father, who mysteriously vanished.
It wasn’t a boating accident. Come, now.
We saw them around town after he’d gone missing—they carried on like it was business as usual.
Hena was seventeen, and she didn’t even cry. Not once.
We told Nasir all of this. Begged him to reconsider.
He was immune to our pleas. She was the love of his life and that was that.
Nothing can stop true love, right? The poor dear.
One evening he’s dancing at his mehndi, and then—poof—gone.
She claimed she didn’t know what happened to him, but one look at her and you knew she was lying.
And can you believe they actually tried painting Hena as the victim, what with all that drama at the boathouse the next evening?
Such a commotion. What was it meant to prove?
It was just a distraction and it didn’t work.
We all know she fled town because she couldn’t face what she’d done.
Because let’s be honest: When it comes to the Mirza family, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.