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"What do you mean she was supposed to be in her room?"

"I am exactly saying that. She was in her room just hours ago. Now she is nowhere."

"Tahira, people are sitting in the dining room and you are..."

"Don't I know about that? We must think of something. That cold blood has never done anything good to us, always pointing fingers at our house. What we will tell everyone?" Tahira was roaming in her room for half an hour when her sister-in-law Fatima barged into her room asking for Zara. On which she came to hear a shocking answer.

"But where she can go at this time. You told me she has no friends." Fatima was more concerned about their reputation, which was going to lose in front of the people sitting in their house.

After so much discussion they both came down deciding to discuss it later. Fatima wanted to give her good words but she remained quiet. She was here to talk about Jannat her daughter and Ain. When she came to know he finally returned, she wanted to make sure to secure her daughter.

Tahira never told Fatima that it was all her plan to get rid of Zara as soon as possible. she wanted to marry her to someone, anyone. She got the opportunity when she met Zara's university fellow, who was asking for her from their guard. She came to know he was from a good healthy background. What more she would need?

It was an easy deal. She wanted Fatima to spend the money on her wedding. In her opinion, she was spending their money too much and now it was Fatima's turn. But now? she was freaking out.

They were in the drawing-room...

"Of course, everything will be done in one month. Zara is our precious daughter and very dear to all of us. We all ant her happiness, if she is happy with your son, we don't need anything else." Tahira was all in herself, trying to control her anger and frustration. Her husband Taimoor Ahmed was sitting just beside her looking not very impressed by the visitors.

He had different opinions from his wife. He was never interested in Zara's life but he also never had hard feelings toward her. The same goes for his son, he was never there for him, he was never like a father. Just a financial supporter who was there to fill the bills. Always busy with his work. Somehow, inside his heart, he wanted a good person for Zara. The family sitting in front of him was going to hear a rejection from him. Still, he had to ask Zara himself.

"I think, we need to ask Zara first. I will let you know after that. Tahira makes sure to take good care of them." He spoke for the first and last time ignoring his wife. He was about to stand when he saw someone entering the room.

"Ain" Her mother breathed out loud. Everyone turned to the entrance door to look.

"Party without me?" He said out loud, watching about twenty-plus people forgetting to breathe. His voice had pure venom, that was lashing out at everyone present there. They all could feel the darkness in the air.

His strong built and black tuxedo was making him a handsome devil. Who was so ready to play evil. He moved towards the chair which was for the head of the house and was always empty. Sitting there, he heard someone gasp. But no one dared to say a single word, they knew they would regret it. His striking posture which didn't let anyone ease was enough to satisfy him.

"I heard a very important event is taking place here."

"Ain, how are you son?" Fatima narrowed her eyes to her daughter who was staring at him badly and tried to divert her attention. Ain on the other hand was focused on the little dog sitting between all of them. He didn't care to give any response to his Phopho.

"Ain, They are here to meet Zara." Tahira wanted to do everything as soon as possible and she thought after Ain, they won't ask to meet Zara. But she never expected in her life what next was going to happen.

"Why?" One word from him and the guests were already moving uncomfortably in their position. They all could also feel the tension after his arrival. They only heard about him from the magazines and in the media. Well aware of, how much of a disturbing person he was. Looking at him they all felt like something wrong was going to take place.

"This young man wants to marry our Zoya. She likes him too." Jannat replied with a full cheeky voice. Tahira looked disgusted by her ways. She could understand those mother-daughter welcoming behavior. She was pleased when her son didn't bother to give her any glance.

"Oh really!!! Well, it's a no then. I have to discuss something important so you people can leave." He dismissed them before looking at his father, who looked very pleased.

"Ain, what are you saying." Tahira couldn't stop herself from shouting. For the first time, he looked at his mother. Tahira looked everywhere but her son after receiving his glare.

"Zara is not available, not now, not tomorrow, and never..."

"Ain! you..." Fatima couldn't complete her words, horrified by her nephew. She was facing his wrath after so many years and her body was trembling.

"Enough." His voice touched the walls and everyone was beyond shocked to see him like that.

"Who allowed you to interface while I am talking?" He didn't care his words were disrespectful or rude. He would never permit to speak, to anyone when he was already done.

"I don't like repeating myself and I am not the one who likes to wait." He spoke his last words, glaring at the people. In a minute everyone was out of their house, without a single word.

"Get Bara Baba down." He motioned to one of the maids who was standing there to inform him about completing of tasks he gave him earlier. He ran up to stairs without looking back.

Tahira and Fatima were sitting there looking at him speechless. They knew he was like that, always doing whatever he wanted. Like gold on the plate, his father never stopped him from doing what he wanted to do. Living all those years away from everyone, he became harder on everyone.

Everyone was beyond shocked when his face became a little soft. They all turned in the direction he was looking at. He moved forward, dismissing the maid, and held his Bara Baba body by himself. He made them sit on the couch and kiss his head before saying his greetings.

"Where were you for the last two weeks?" Sikandar Ahmad pinched his ear to scold him lovingly, kissing his forehead.

"I was busy doing you know what?" Of course, he would tell his Bara Baba every single thing. Sikandar still remembers the day when he confessed his feelings for Zara to him, not understanding them by himself at all.

"Is it done?" He asked hopefully. He knew it was done, that was why Ain was there. But he still wanted to get his answer. His son node gave him life and peace.

"Ain! what have you done? I have been finding someone to marry that piece of human and you destroyed everything? Why..." Her words died in her throat when she heard her son's voice booming in the house.

"Zara belongs to me and no one else. All rights are reserved for me. Do this type of shit again and make yourself ready for the consequences. Because it was your last time doing it." By the look he gave her, she sat back in her seat, couldn't control her trembling legs. She knew well not to say a word more.

"Let's go baba, she is waiting." He said aloud to make everyone hear him properly.

"Who?" Jannat was the one to ask when he was about to cross the main door. He stopped and moved back.

"I am a very ill-mannered man, forgot to invite you." He placed the envelope on the table before smirking and looking directly into her eyes.

"Invitation to my reception of course." He was pleased to see the horror look on her powdered face. His Zara never applied any cosmetics on her face, her skin was so soft and clear. He couldn't help but lose in her thoughts when he heard his mother's voice. He realized she asked many questions but he was able to hear only the last one.

"With whom?" He smiled and turned around to leave before speaking.

"Who do you think I can give my life to, dear mother?" And he was out of their sight.

"Zara." Taimoor's voice was clear with surprise. But everyone present there felt the confidence and surety in his announcement.

He was gone but his voice was still ringing in their ears.

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They were at the penthouse very soon. Zara made her Bara Baba eat his dinner, which she made.

Ain was watching her every moment. He looked up towards Bara Baba remembering his words in which he told him Zara would always be upset with him.

Now she was hell stubborn about not leaving his side. He knew it was all because of him. His little snookums was showing all his anger on this poor old man from all these years.

"I think, it's enough. We should leave him to rest Zara." Grabbing her hand he pulled her outside, which she was hell trying to go back in.

"Ain, let m..." Before she could utter more he picked her up in his arms, making her press her lips shut. Heat rose to her face.

Before she could realize they were entering their room. She stiffed for a second but release her breath when he sat down with her on his lap. She didn't look up into his eyes, knowing full well what she would find.

From the very start, she had the habit of sitting on his lap and he would make sure she was always on his lap. She remember his mother would be mad at him all the time and would glare at her. But she would not care knowing well, Ain would not ever let anyone say anything to her.

Then looking at his eyes, she found love, care, admiration and at that moment she felt so stupid.

Without holding back she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his crying. She was crying, letting go of the last hardness left in her heart. Mumbling many sorry's to the man who was also holding her tight.

Ain knew what she was doing, why she was saying sorry. He was glad she was letting out everything. She was the peace in his life.

"It's okay Zara, I got you..." He was whispering nothing but love in her ears. Without realizing he placed a kiss on her neck making her body shiver under his hold. It was too sudden that both stopped breathing for a moment.

Ain couldn't stop himself from taking in her scent, his grip became tighter around her. A desire arose in his mind and he went to fulfill it. Placing soft kisses all over her neck, he found himself wanting more.

Zara's whole body was shivering from that new feeling. She felt her eyes becoming foggy as more she felt her husband's lips playing on her skin. His hand moved to hold her neck from the back. Giving him more access around the place. She moaned not so quiet when he started nipping her skin. She tightened her hold on him not wanting to miss a bit.

Snaking his arm around her waist, she strumbled as she felt his hands move inside of her button-up shirt. She shivered the instant his warm hands came in touch with her skin.

She felt butterflies in her belly as he stroked her skin sprinkling warmth in her body.

"My Zara." He whispered placing his lips on her closed eyes.

"W.what are you doing?" She could hear her heartbeat.
"What I am doing Zara?" He mumbled moving towards her cheekbone.
She shifted her face to another side as she felt him pressing kisses on her jaw.

"Calm. down. Zara. It's. only. me." He let out between his wet kisses moving down her neck...
"A.Ain." She asserted with difficulty.

Moving back he looked at her eyes with love and desire. Her parted lips were tempting him, heightening his craving. She shivered as he traced her lips with his thumb, understanding the look he held her in.
"The things you do to me." He whispered on her lips. Turning around he pushed her down on the soft mattress.

He smiled looking at her flushed beetroot face. She lowered her eyes seeing the longing in his. He smirked sensing her heartbeat fastening every passing second.

Her lips had traces of maroon lipstick darkening his sights. He was amazed at the way his control was slipping, it was like her flustered face was bewitching him to the core.

"Zara you are tempting me so fucking much." He told before taking her lips in a hard kiss, biting and sucking on her rosy petals like a starved man.
"Zara, kiss me back damn it." He ordered tugging on her bottom lip.

Zara shivered visibly by the way he took her name and he smiled knowing the effect he had. It was not like the first time he kissed her.

He kissed her softly, guiding her, encouraging her to kiss him back and when she did move her lips around his, his lips stretched into a smile.

Her hands found their way to his hair, she started by sucking on his upper lip earning a deep groan from him. For the first time, her lips moved on their own exploring his mouth the way she desired. She pulled him closer by his neck and he removed all the distance feeling her soft body pressing against his hard ones.

Her moans became louder as he was exploring her.

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She remember he would pamper her whole face with numerous kisses. Small kisses on her lips, she was so young to feel embarrassed. She remembers the first time he packed her lips, he enveloped her to his chest. It was not the gesture of lust, it was pure love in his every indication.

After their Nikkah he would give her extra care. She remembers when she first got her periods he was the one helping her. She remembers crying over the leaking blood and running to his room but he was nowhere. She remembers crying on his bed when she saw him entering his room.

Ain was first shocked seeing so much blood but then remembered she was thirteen by then and of course didn't know about the cycles.

He not even for one was disgusted by the mess on his bed. He still remembers locking her in his room after calming her down. Straight going to the store, asking in a monotone about the stuff from the lady in the section.

Returning home he helped his Zara first and made her go sleep on his couch. Afterward, he cleaned everything by himself. He had to google every detail about periods, instructing her and explaining each and everything to his little wife was amusing. Her questions would make him think a lot before replying in words that only she could understand.

Their reception was in one week as Ain didn't want to waste any more time. Zara was thrilled by getting the news. Ain was more surprised when he saw his wife taking full interest in the preparations.

Only he knew how glad he was seeing her picking up and selecting everything for both. She was brightening his whole life. He was feeling in his soul how much his surroundings were changing in just two weeks of his return.

Even his penthouse was changing into a home. Where a woman was looking after each and everything. Zara was adding more colors to their home. The walls were refreshed with the paintings by her mother who had no place anywhere before. Many indoor furniture was changed as her fondness. Of course, she didn't change her husband's favorite ones. Colors were selected by both.

On the day of reception, he made sure everything was perfect. Many business tycoons were present from all around the world. Zara was shocked to see his success. She knew he was going well but she didn't expect that much. The venue, the menu, decoration all was done by professionals. But Ain made sure to change the things the way his Zara wanted.

Zara firstly wanted a small reception but Ain made her look to the other side too. That they didn't do any proper wedding and it was his wish to see her in traditional bridal wear. And Zara instantly endorsed her husband's wish.

She chooses a silver color pashwas, with heavy embroidery on it. Her dupatta was with silver heavy embroidery.

For the first time in her life, she had put that much makeup on her face. To her surprise, she was looking so beautiful in her eyes. And the heavy jewelry which was specially designed by Ain was making her look more fascinating.

She was waiting in the bridal room for Ain to come. They were supposed to enter together. As the door opened her breath was stuck for two reasons. The first one was Ain's reaction and the second one was his mere presence.

Ain was beyond excited to see his bride. And when he saw it was like his mind was stuck on her view.
She was the sight he could always look at with a blink. She was truly looking like a goddess in that dress, which he choose for her.

His heart and mind made silent prayers for safety and protection from evil eyes. She was his everything, the only one in this world who was his strength and weakness.

Going closer he said nothing just spreading his arm around her and caging her in his clasp. She didn't need his words to know anything. Yes, he was out of words...

He took her hands in his pulling them to his lips. Lowering them and giving them a little squeeze, her hands were always soft and smooth. He remembered the pack he had in his hand.

"Oh, before I forget again." He pulled a box of jewelry from the pack. His whole focus was on Zara's face while opening the case. He smiled fully seeing the shine on her beautiful face.

"Ain! This-this is too much..." He silenced her by pecking her cheeks. As he couldn't kiss her lips because of the maroon lipstick she was wearing.

"No, it's not. Let me put it on your waist." He placed the case on the table beside them and put the diamond bracelet on her waist.

"Done. Shell we go?" He asked lovingly, squeezing her hand in his. He was looking dashing in his white tuxedo. He was looking so sharp and beautiful that she couldn't stop herself from losing in his sight.

Ain smiled amusingly, as he bend forward to kiss her head. She came out of her trance and shivered at herself. When they entered the hall, every pair of eyes were on them. Zara was astounded seeing the interior decorations. Everything turned out wonderful. She didn't expect any of that to look this luxurious.

She squeezed Ain's hand in gratefulness. Linking her both hands with his arm, leaning totally on him without any care of the world.

Throughout the event, Zara was walked by his side, meeting everyone. She met many of his friends from university who were present there with their families. Many colleagues and business tycoons were present.

Ain was proud the moment she was meeting everyone with confidence and grace. Her hand was linked with his arm and not even once she show the signs of being tired. In the middle he wanted her to sit but she denied saying she wanted to greet every single one because it was the best day of her life.

"I don't want to just sit wearing this beautiful dress Ain. I am enjoying it and if I will get tired, I will let you know." She assured him when he kept bugging her. But she couldn't do anything when he made her sit at the furthest table to eat dinner.

He made her finish and everything on her plate. Which was loaded with a lot of different items.

Zara and Ain met Taimoor. Yes, he was present there as the groom's father. Ain was a little grateful for him to be there and did not prefer any other work. They found, both brothers Taimoor Ahmed and Sikander Ahmed sitting together and talking in whispers.

At about midnight they were free with all the guests. Going back home Zara made arrangements for her both elders to sleep in one room. They bade to sleep in one room.

When Zara got back into their bedroom, Ain was sitting on the couch laying his head back. Zara smiled looking at her tired husband who didn't bother to look up. Slowing moving toward him she knew he knew about her presence. As her jewelry and dress were making a little bit of noise.

Placed the two mugs of coffee on the front table. She sat beside him and after getting rid of her sandals, she moved her hands towards his shoes. Like a jolt, his hand was on her's.
"Zara!" Wide dark grey eyes were fixed on her beautiful fresh face which was washed by now and was makeup-free. Only some strains of her maroon lipstick were present.

Zara didn't move her hands away but successfully lose his laces.
"Zara, stop it." Ain held her hand a little hard and made her sit straight.

"Never do that Zara. You are not the one to ever touch my shoes." He said cupping her face with his other hand.

"Oh, it's fine. Let me do them." She tried to bend again but Ain held her in her place.

"No, don't." He spoke when she didn't let go of her struggle to get down. With one hand freeing her hair with her hair accessories.

"Ain, I am your wife." She whined, stopping finally and looking up at him.

"Yes, you are. And that is a big enough reason to not let you do it. Leave them." He bought her towards him, spreading his arms around her.

"Ain, let me. You remove my shoes too." She spoke for the last time to try to convince him. Ain only kissed her head, tightening his hold on his silly wife. Who was so bend to be in his assistance?

"Zara, that's because I can." In a swift move, he pushed his shoes off his feet and made her sit on his lap. His whole body was now covered under her gown.

"I am still not heavy. Right?" Giggling she looked into his eyes, wrapping her arms around him. She frowned after seeing him biting his lips. Tightening his hold more as he made her fall on him, face to face.

"After last night and counting this night, I am sure you will gain weight in just weeks dear one." Knowing full well what he was referring to, her whole body trembled under his hold.
"Ainnnn." Her head falls beside his head. She snuggled more in his neck when she heard his laugh.

"I am going to make sure you repeat it again. And again. And again." He said between kissing her valley of the neck. They slipped into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

No words can ever explain their love for each other. They loved each other with every single beat of their hearts. They knew no matter what happen they will always choose each other.

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