I skipped my dinner and was about to sleep when a maid came and told me that he is calling me. I sighed. After so many days I'm going to her room or should I say their room. I knocked and waited for him to open the door.

He opened the door and motioned me to come in.

"You called me??" I asked

"Yeah, actually I went to your room, but you weren't there." He said flipping through papers.

"I was in the garden. Any work?"

"Yeah, I needed your signature in these papers." He said and I frowned. "These are legal papers regarding our marriage and everything that'll be needed in London". I nodded and went towards the table where the papers were kept.

I was going through the papers when my eyes suddenly felt on their picture and immediately I felt the wet hot tears fill up my eyes, my throat closed tight but I tried to control myself. I again started going through the papers when he suddenly came and told me to move a little so that he can take out information from his Laptop.

And right then I could feel my throat closing up as fresh tears pooled my eyes. There on his laptop was a slide show. One by one their pictures were coming and sliding. How happy they both looked together. Will he be that happy with me also? Pics of them hugging, laughing, anyone who saw them always said that they are such a loving couple.

He finished his call and looked at me but my eyes were glued to his laptop screen. He quickly closed his laptop and I immediately looked down, not trusting myself. I walked towards the table and took hold of the pen, with my hands shaking, I was to sign, when all my self control jumped out of the window and my eyes bleed with pain.

Finally the tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam. I closed my eyes, but drops slowly ran down my face. I wiped them again and again. When I tried to look as to where I had to sign, my vision blurried; it was difficult for me to see clearly.

"Leave it, you can sign this later on, also" he spoke softly. But I was very much adamant on signing. I tried but my hand was shaking very badly, but finally I signed and was leaving when he called.

"Hani..." And I stopped in my tracks.

"Hanya. Hanya Qureshi..." I said without turning back and left.

After praying fajar, I was wide awake. Only two days is left for my wedding and I'm not even excited or happy. I was standing in my balcony when I looked and a tear escaped. I didn't had to scream my tears did all for me. I took her picture in my hand and kept on staring at her.

I can never be her or be like her, then how can I keep happy them? Why she gave me such a big responsibility? Why? Why? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and I know right now I need my mama the most.

I closed the door of my room and went to my parents room. Gents have still not returned from the mosque. I knocked on the door and went inside. She was reading Quran and after seeing me, she closed and kept the Quran on the shelf.

"Why are you standing there? Come here..." She said patting beside her. I didn't said anything, just went and kept my head on her lap while she was slowly running her soft fingers in my hair.

"I know you're tensed and nervous but there's nothing to worry about. One day or the other this day had to come." She said.

"But not like this mama" I said softly.

"It wasn't in our hands child. We tried our best but we couldn't stopped it from happening. But what you're doing, is a big sacrifice that anyone can do." She said.

"I don't even love him mama"

"You'll eventually start loving him."

"I don't even know him properly"

"So does he my child"

"Mama, you're taking his side?"

"No sugar, I'm not. I'm only saying, is that give this relation some time and especially give him some time. We all have at least overcome that day a little but he, he is still there. I know this won't be easy for both of you and especially for him because to lose a five year relation in just a blink is not that easy my sugar. And we all know how much they were in love together.

What he's feeling right now we can't even imagine also. I know this is hard for you but it is harder for him. He loved her with all his heart and she gave him, her everything. Their love wasn't hidden from anyone and even you know this very well. All I would tell is to have patience and just go with the time. In Sha Allah everything will be fine" Mama explained.

"Will I be able to do everything with perfection like she did? Will I be able to love them like she did?" I asked looking at her.

"Dear, no one is asking you or telling you to do or behave like her. You're very much perfect in your own way. And I trust you that you will never let anyone of us down" She said and kissed my forehead.

"I'm doing this only for him." I said.

"Look, here she is and we all were searching for her everywhere." My dad came in with Uncle and with him. I quickly got up and was now sitting.

"Assalamualaikum" I said.

"Walekumasalam" they all said in unison and just right then Aunty also came in. Now I was definitely confused.

"Hani, we are here to ask you that what you want in Mahar? It's okay if you don't wanna say now in front of all of us." Uncle said and my heartbeat increased. I was now looking at everyone and when my gaze met his, I quickly looked down.

"It's okay dear calm down. You can tell me later on." Mom said rubbing my back.

"You all decide please..." I said softly.

"Dear we would have decided but we wanted to know your thoughts also." Dad said.

"I want to hear Surah Yusuf" I said looking down.

"Is that all you want my child?" Uncle asked and I nodded. And I ran out of the room.

"Hani..." He shouted and again I stopped on my track.

"It's Hanya...those days are gone now. Hanya, Hanya Qureshi" I said loudly not caring if anyone listen.

He took few steps towards and soon he was standing right in front of me. He wore a loose black silk shirt with leather cuffs and black trousers. However, he got better the more I looked. His rich chocolate hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal.

And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green .This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome.

Geez...what am I thinking? And why the hell I am checking him out? I quickly lowered my gaze but not missing his signature smirk.

"What do you exactly want in Mahar?" He asked in his deep husky voice, whenever he spoke, every head in the room would turn. He had that rich, silky tone. He speaks as if he controls the world.

"I already gave my answer, didn't I??" I asked.

"You sure have said that, but I want to know what exactly you want?" He said.

"I have already said, I want to hear Surah Yusuf from you" I was now definitely irritated.

"Yeah, I know that and I know you also, we are not meeting for the first time nor we're unknown to each other, Hanya!!" He said as he threw his hand up in the air.

"Yes, we definitely know each other from before but then also we're unknown. Right?" Now I shouted. And I knew that everyone was standing and were looking at us.

"Yes, you're right. But still I want your real answer" he said and took dangerously step towards me as I took a step back.

"I want nothing from you. I only want to hear Surah Yusuf from you....because other than this I can't ask anything from you. Why? Because I know that you'll never be able to give me that. So why bother?" I said and walked back to my room.