Dropping sikandar at the haveli, shehryar went to his home. In hope that his wife and his family would be sleeping, they do not live with shehryar parents but nowadays his parents were at shehryar's and mahal's home to visit. Not just his parents but his big brother and his wife was also there.

He never once took efforts into liking his sister in law, she wasn't exactly a type to be liked. His big brother, asfandyar, and his wife sehar doesn't like sikandar and his family a bit.

Reason, asfandyar and sikandar used to fight alot, when they were kids, and sikandar has always been stronger then asfandyar. Sheryar being sikandar's friend and his companion has taken a toll on their relationship. Asfandyar and sehar doesn't like him working or being an inch closer to sikandar.

Not like he listened to them and left sikandar, sheryar was well aware of sikandar's past, and would never leave him no matter what other's have their opinion about that. Reason he was happy that sikandar could finally smile again while being with Noor-Ul-Ain.

If that girl gives sikandar happiness, shehryar was ready to sacrifice everything for his happiness. He reached home, it was almost 2 am, everyone must be asleep. Saying that in his heart he went inside. He tiptoed his way inside his room, only to find it empty, his eyebrow furrowed not seeing mahal.

His heart thumped faintly against his adam apple, he gulped and called out her name, getting no answer he opened the door of bathroom and balcony but she wasn't there, he again went out of the room and looked around in a search for her. Faint voice of the boiling could be heard in the silence night.

In confusion, he went towards the kitchen and saw her standing innfront of the stove, clad in sky blue kameez shalwar, with his shawl wrapped around her shoulder. Her hairs open with a catcher grasping them lightly.

Her side profile was facing him, she didn't see him and was doing her work with focus, pouring the tea into a cup. her lips shone under the little light of kitchen, he step forward slowly after seeing she has finished pouring the tea, and wrapped his arms around her.

Mahal flinched hard, sensing someone holding her, she wouldn't have flinched if she knew that there weren't guest and her husband was home. She flinched knowing it could be anyone, but that little whisper near her ear put her to ease, it was her husband, whose lips were immensely close to her ear lobe.

Sending shivers down her spine and making the hair on the back of her neck stand. "Ap soi nhi, janaa" (you didn't sleep?) he asked, his voice husky. His smell minty, surprisingly. " Nhi, apka intezar karrahi thi"(no, I was waiting for you) he hummed and snuggled into her bare neck more, and started his ministration on her bruise less neck, making her breath shudder.

" Mujhe bhi chai peeni hai"(I also wants tea) after a minute or more, he stopped his teasing on her neck, seeing the hickey's he gave, has become red and resemble the colour of her cheeks. Mahal, upon hearing his voice said, " mai bana kar deti hun. Ye thandi hogai hogi"(I'll make another, this one must've been cold by now) but couldn't turn around when he didn't let her.

" Hum share karsakte hain, I dont mind having your lips wrapped around anything"( we can share) she blushed making him smirk, chuckling under his breath, he finally turned her around and made her sit on the kitchen slab, making her gasp and giggle" sherry, koi ajae ga"(sherry, someone will come) she let the nickname left her lips, he smiled hearing her laugh, and picked the almost forgotten cup of tea up, placed it near her lips.

She just looked at him, both staring at each other's eyes, his pitch black gazing at her stormy grey, both felt the butterflies. Upon seeing no movement from her, he squeezed her waist, strong enough for a moan to slip past her lips.
Blushingly, she placed her lips on the cup and took a sip, placing her hand on top of his, she returned the cup towards his lip, he sipped too, still staring at her.

While she was looking everywhere but at him, They continue to drink the tea, in a most unusual way, but whatever keeps them happy. Placing, now the empty cup on the slab, he turned to look at her, who was still blushing.

He couldn't control his laugh and laughed making her pout confusingly " yar, jana... 5 saal hogae hamari Shaadi ko, ab bhi kitna sharmati ho" ( Darling, we are married for 5 year's now, you are still shying) and could she do anything other then to blush?
He sighed and pulled her closer, still her sitting up she wasn't eye to eye with him.

He placed two of his finger under her chin and placed his lips on her's. Kissing her softly. She tangled her finger's in his hairs. Pulling it slightly. Both so lost in each other, that they forgot the lingering gaze of someone around them, ready to humiliate them. They pulled away breathing heavily and rest their forehead, she smiled and he followed afterwards.
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She sighed and put the last earring on her ear, she was frustrated, broken and angry. What point was there for her to attend the wedding when she wasn't happy at all with this alliance. She couldn't see him happy with anyone else. Heck she didn't think she would have to see this day. Her eyes stinged with unshed tears, yet she didn't let them fall. Maybe this was how her first love was supposed to end.

She stood up and looked in the mirror, she looks beautiful, she is beautiful yet he has never seen her, she thought and ran her fingers on her eyes. Slightly ruining her mascara on which she groaned and set it up again. She was wearing the simplest dress, yet it was the most beautiful.

She wasn't really happy to put effort into her dressing, she wore whatever her mother chose for her.

She went downstairs, the music was loud, they were usual mehndi and mayoon songs. About how much the colour hennah has left on brides hands, she loathed hennah, "he would love to see it on his wife's hands, not yours" somewhere from inside her was that voice, she ignored it and looked around.

It was ayaan's mayoon and mehandi and Maya's mehandi, her mayoon was alone yesterday, lucky she didn't broke her back yesterday. Snickering on her self, she went towards stage and stood bedside Noor-Ul-Ain, who was sight to be seen. Her eyes were attracting every person present there. Why can't she be a boy, I would have fallen for her.'!! Thought abeer.

Noor, upon seeing abeer sent her a smile and broke into little conversation.
Ayaan was sitting on the stage, beside him was his to be bride, Azia. He was surprised hearing her feeble and shivering voice, she was definitely nervous, she normally doesn't sound like this.

His attention was every where, he was seeing every guest and his family, her family having fun. He was happy that his one decision of marriage has made them all happy. His gaze went towards abeer, she was standing in the corner, with a glass of cold drink into her hand.

She was frowning, she wasn't talking with someone but was staring at the space, she hasn't been her usual self, she was definitely hiding something from him. But maybe she told maya, he turned to look at maya who's attention was already on abeer, she seems confused too. Their eyes met. Both confused.

Abeer could feel them looking her, she smiled and made her way towards them. " Kya hogay hai, aise kyun khadi hai wahan" (what happened, why were you standing there all alone?) he couldn't help but ask her. She smiled and said" terrible headache."on which they both said, " go and sleep" abeer sighed and said good idea before vanishing from there.

Upon reaching her room, she locked the door and went towards bathroom to have a long and nice shower, while showering, her mind was every where. No particular thought, her gaze went towards the razor, her shaving razor whose blades she was changing.

She gulped, it looked good, but she was afraid, what will he parents say. She took a step back nervously, and closed her eyes, but her mind was repeating the image with the voice, peace.

She picked it up, and sat on the wet floor, she won't suicide, it's haram. But maybe a little cut, she thought and placed the blade on the back of her arm, and slide it down, it stung badly, she hissed but continued doing it untill there was blood on her arm.

Her eyes widen as she felt deeper cut, she got out of her suicidal thought, she threw the blade away and washed the blood off. Her heart was thumping loudly, she hurriedly showered and went towards her bed. And closed her eyes to sleep, which was given to her soon. And this wasn't the last time she did! What it feels like to be heartbroken, she could feel it.
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Assalamualaikum....

Oh how hard it is for her..

I feel bad, but Allah have better plans!!

And you'll meet with azia khan, she's a jaan!!

And shehryar is crazy and hopeless Romantic!!! Or is he?

And ahm, wedding scene will come after two more chaps, and a little 🤏🏻 mature!
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