She clicked on the photo once again, tapped on the mouse of her laptop and zoomed in, attentively gazing at him, she was lost in her world where she was alone, alone inside the room of her hotel, Noor-Ul-Ain was once again thinking about the meeting she had with the man who suddenly looked so deliciously handsome in her eyes.

Noor sighed and shut her laptop loudly and fall on her bed, her face stuffed in her pillow, she groaned, She was enjoying her time in Quetta, traveling daily and admiring the beauty, when she was lost in the weird looking road of highway, by the look of it, It looked barren, there was no one untill she saw a man, a built man if she recalled, was croaching down the road, Now she wasn't mad that she would go but he whimpered, and she could feel nothing other then herself being dragged towards the guy, without her notice.

She wrapped her arms around him, not in a hug. She tapped him, he looked at her with red eyes, she didn't comment on it, It looks like he has been smoking, he stared at her, she was creeping out, there wasn't any light but she could see him. He was Allah's most beautiful creature, Beautiful she called him. He was far from any kind of ugliness. In her eyes.

She wanted to talk to him, he looked nice. But she got a call, the man was shocked and called someone too. It was her friends asking where she was. The man introduced himself as the sardaar, Sikandar salaar.

She sighed remembering, His name was beautiful too, the first thing she did was to search for him. He was nowhere to be found on Instagram, but he was found on the Facebook, she was astonished seeing his post, Infront of villa's, big cars, big guns, with police and even with politicians too. He looked like a big party, and certainly those who were problem themselves, she liked him tho .

Noor-Ul-Ain only had two to three weeks for her departure, and she wanted to meet and maybe get to know him more. She was feeling something she never felt, her father informed her about the engagement of fawad, she had to be there. At the night, the only thought on her mind was sikandars, while sikandar busied himself as much as he can, cause the peachy smell was reminding him of someone, whom he wanted to never remember....
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The most faithful piece of human organs is only brain, mind. That stops you as much as he can from the works he think isn't right, no matter how big, dangerous and fascinating they are. They stop you knowing whatever you are doing will get you in trouble.
You sometime regret not listening to it.

The most unfaithful piece of human organs is heart, that encourage you for the things, give you confidence for the things that are dangerous, big and bad for you. Heart doesn't stop you but make you give a fuck about things. Heart convince you so good, that you regret listening to it.

Ofcourse there are times when it's vice and versa. The most obvious thing you can think of is falling in love. Its not bad, you can love, its human nature, thats what Abeer thinks. You cannot stop yourself and technically our deen also doesn't restrict falling in love, untill its in boundaries ofcourse. And thats the things, love, thats what mind stop you from doing, you dont listen to him, poor him. You listen to your heart and next second you cry and complain.

Abeer's life was never a fairy tail, yet she believed in those. Her life was filled with good and bad moments, she had gone through them. But sometimes the ups and downs are hills and ground.

So many ups and so many downs can break you in peices if you are stone, she was a human, and a girl. More delicate.

The most heartbreaking things for her were many, like her parents fighting infront of her, that was a rare case. Her grandparents dieing, she was shattered. Her father having a heart attack, it was minor and happened when she was 15 or 16, and now again, the heart breaking thing was the marriage of the man she loves.

Abeer saw ayaan as more than a brother. He never saw her other than his sister. She was esctatic for Mayas wedding, only for her excitement to die after getting to know, It was not only her but ayaan's wedding too.

One day she woke up, got ready and went downstairs, her mother told her they were going to see the girl for ayaan, she didn't mind, thinking he was focusing on his career. They went, the girl was everything they could ask in a wife and daughter in law. Everyone liked her, even ayaan. She gulped. He said yes. She died for the first time.

She wanted to talk to him after some days, only for him to confess he will say yes for the wedding without even listening to her, she never got the chance to confess, she died for the second time.

They met with the girl again, this time with the intention of them getting married, she thought that she died last time but was shocked to feel the piercing pain in her heart again. She could only smile with tear's in her eyes, seeing the man she wanted for herself sliding ring in the finger of someone else, happily.
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Shehryar groaned in pain, his head hurts even with the amount of darkness in his room. He sat up on the bed, shirtless, he rubbed his eyes and looked around finding himself in his room. The dark room that looked clean, even the right side of the bed too. Indicating he didn't sleep with his wife, or she never came in the room.

He got up and went outside the room, his house was as usual bare of any kind of dust, living in quetta, it was hard to have houses like his, but he was pushtehni Pathan who had all the jaidaad of his family. The richest he was in his siblings, because of his zameen's (lands) and his hard work. He worked for sikandar as well. Managing sikandar was his duty. He was the most trusted man of salaar's.

Mahal was in Kitchen, he saw her and hugged her from behind. Mahal felt his hard chest pressing against her soft back. His hands round around her small waist, that he loves to hold and squeeze. She was delicate like 'kanch ka glass' and he treats her like one. His face was stuffed in her neck. Giving her soft kisses, she gulped and turned the flame off of the fry pan, she was preparing for his breakfast, but as he woke up, he would demand her, his teasing, his soft kisses would start, he would demand to see her and her only first thing in the morning, reason why she wouldn't let any maid roam around him.

She was aware of his every act. She was his wife, the perfect trophy wife. Or maybe that's what she thought she was. He turned her around "Bola tha na kamre se bahar na ana, jana. Mujhe uthae bagher hi agai" (I told you go come out of room without waking me up darling) his voice husky and hot, body deliciously built but acted as a child. And how could she not fall for him. Despite his acts.

She stuttered but said" bas....ap soe the....uthana munasib nhi laga" (you...were sleeping, I didn't find it right to wake you up) in the answer he pulled her even more closer if that was possible. His one hand went around her face, tucking away the lone hair falling on her face, behind her ear.
"Te zamad da stargoo yakhwaalay, tumhe dekhun subah uth kar to sakoon milta hai" '(you are the coolness you of my eyes' if I dont see you first thing in the morning, I don't find peace) She gulpled and blushed, his heart almost went out of his chest seeing the reaction. She bite her lips and he wanted to do the same, with her lips ofcourse, but he still had to brush.

Mahal sighed seeing the affact he had on her, he makes her the happiest, she thought but next second opposed it, he hurts her the most too.  The smell of alcohol that she hates the most,but the most surprising thing was the purplish hickey, that was never there before.She abruptly stepped away from him"a-ap f-fresh h-hojao. Ma-mai nash-ta bana rahi hun" (f-freshen u-up.. I'll m-make the breakfast) and went away from him. He could only look at her back and tried to remember if he did something that hurt's her... Idiot him

Mahal shut the door of washroom and rested her back against it, she wasn't that immature to not understand that what the bruise was, He may go out, do drugs and alcohol but hickey was the first time thing, She was hurt, she was pathan and had saw her father and brother drinking, her husband drinking never hurts her as much as his going to spend night with women's did, maybe he didn't? She couldn't pin point it .. She saw this bruise first time on her husband in five years of their marriage.

She once asked her mother, why won't her husband sleep with her. who said maybe you aren't enough for him, yes she agree, and he wan't enough for her too. How could he when he wouldn't even touch her beyond his hands. He never tried to touch her more then that, yet he behaved that he loves her. He maybe did, mahal always thought about that matter as she couldn't satisfy him Enough to go all the way, He wouldn't touch her, how could he when he thinks his little dove is still little...

He had seen many satisfying themselves by going to red light area, he went to that area before marriage, and he never went there again, except for alcohol. His wife was nothing but a minor. She may be nineteen but she was as pure as moon white. His parents did him dirty by marrying him in hurry with mahal, she was fourteen only for allah sake, he told his parents. But did they listen, ofcourse no. But he started liking her, he loves her but he was a man with needs. His wife was curvy from the places that makes him excited but he can't cross his limit's.

If she was in oblivion then he was in bigger oblivion he never thought that his act of keeping his wife's innocence would bite him in the back that bad....
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Assalamualaikum
so, Im feeling bad for abeer, but it will be beneficial for her too. In the end she will not be as heartbroken as she is Right now...

She will get, or maybe not, Whatever she wants...

But, do you want her to end up with ayaan or not?

Btw, shehryar didn't cheat, once again. You will know more about this chapter, after some time tho...
When writing about it, I will mention that the flashback is from chapter11. So you will not be confused .....

Mahal is amaizing women I'm telling you, but she is innocent, and weak!!

That's how her character is!!
You will get to read, the proper meeting between sikandar and Noor-Ul-Ain.

Byby
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