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Zahra was sitting in the middle of the bed while the red veil was covering her face. The room was decorated with roses, lilies, and jasmine. A candle was adorning the lightness all across the room.
Zahra was fidgeting with her fingers in nervousness. Her cheeks flushed when she felt the door of a room is locked. Tears started to flow down her cheeks as her heart was trembling with nervousness. An unknown shiver ran down her spine at the mere thought of him.
Azhar
The man who shattered her hope, trust, and the promises he once made. He betrayed her and make fun of her feelings. From that day, she distances herself from him. She deleted his phone number, his pictures, everything. That's the result of the haram relationship. It destroys you in the worst possible way.
Her heart quivered when she felt the bed dipped beside her.
"Assalamu alaikum," Zameer softly said as his gaze was fixed on her hands which were adorned with henna designs.
"Walaikum Assalam," Zahra's voice trembled making him feel hesitant.
Without a thought, he passed her the white handkerchief. Her gaze fell on his hands to his eyes which were looking at her with concern.
Zahra slowly lifted her veil and took the handkerchief from him. She wiped away her tears while her cheeks flushed under his intense gaze.
Zameer pour down the glass of water and passed it to her.
"Aapka naam Zahra haina?" Zameer asked making her eyes widen.
(Your name is Zahra, right?)
"Aapko yeh bhi nahi pata ke hamara naam kya hai?" Zahra uttered as she recovered from the shock.
(You don't even know what my name is?)
"Aisa nahi hai. I was just trying to initiate the conversation," Zameer scratch the back of his neck in nervousness causing a chuckle to escaped her lips.
(It's not like that)
"Jee. Hamara naam Zahra hai," Zahra chuckled and lowered her gaze to her lap.
(Yes. My name is Zahra)
"Mera naam Zameer hai," Zameer chuckled as he rubbed the side of his neck in nervousness.
(My name is Zameer)
A shy smile flick over her lips as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
A faint smile played over his lips as he looked at her wifey in a blushing state.
"Aap bohot khoobsurat hai," Zameer said with a faint smile as he couldn't stop himself from staring at her.
(You are beautiful)
"Jee?" Zahra was startled and her throat bobbed.
(Yes?)
"Aap bohot khoobsurat hai, Zahra," Zameer softly whispered holding her chin while her heart was fluttering with unknown floods of emotions.
(You are very beautiful Zahra)
Zameer gently held her hand while they both were staring into each other eyes.
"Aapne hamara haath kyu pakda hai?"
Zahra's lips quivered when his fingers were gently caressing the design of her henna.
(Why you are holding my hands?)
"Maine aaj tak koi ladki ko aankh utha kar bhi nahi dekha hai. Apni haq halal ki biwi ka haath bhi na pakdu mai?" Zameer raised his eyebrows causing her to bit her lips.
(I never raised my eyes on any girl. Now I can't even hold my wife's hand?)
Zahra wanted to accept the fact that she is married and she has to forget the past which was the reason she cries every single day. But he left a massive impact on her. She still remembers the way he used to hold her hands and they both used to walk in the sand beaches barefoot. But it's all in the past now.
Few tears fell on her cheekbones and she instantly wiped them away.
His heart churns seeing the tears in her eyes and he instantly let go of her hand.
"Kya hua zahra?" Zameer asked with concern.
(What happened Zahra?)
"Baba ki yaad aa rahi hai," Zahra lied and he nodded his head with hesitation.
(I am missing my father)
"I will take you to your father tomorrow," Zameer reassured and she nodded her head slowly.
"You can change then we can take the rest. Aap bohot thak gai hongi na," Zameer added.
(You must be tired)
Zahra moved towards the mirror and removed her jewelry all while her hands were shaking with unusual types of fear.
She moved towards the closet and took out the comfy clothes from her suitcase.
Zahra comes out of the shower as she was blow-drying her hair. She was wearing a plain chikankari salwar kameez. Her caramel brown hair was on her left shoulder as she moved towards the bed.
Zameer changed the bed sheet because he knows that the silk bed sheet will not be comfortable for her. He runs his fingers through his messy hair as he wore his glasses which was looking kinda sexy on him. He took out the book from the bookshelf and settled on the bed.
"Suniye," Zahra's soft voice halted him.
(Listen)
His heart throbbed when he saw a hoor in front of him clad in a white outfit. Her caramel luscious hair was waving freely. It suited her milky white complexion.
"Jee," Zameer closed the book and removed his glasses.
(Yes)
"Aap couch par soyenge?" Zahra asked biting her lips and his mouth gaped open.
(You will sleep on the couch)
"Bilkul bhi nahi," Zameer cleared his throat.
(Not alt all)
"Aap kisi ladki ke saath kaise bed share kar sakte hai?" Zahra accused him without realizing what she just said.
(How can you share a bed with the girl?)
"Aap shayed bhul rahi hai ke wo ladki meri biwi hai," Zameer said making her embarrassed.
(You may forget but that girl is my wife)
Without peeking at him, Zahra settle on the bed and pulled the comforter over her petite figure. She bit her lips as she was very embarrassed on her wedding night.
Zameer let out a low chuckle at her embarrassed state. Her back was facing him. Her caramel hair was sprawled all over the white pillow. In few minutes, she was in a deep slumber as she was very tired. He noticed her frail and delicate hands clutching the cushion to her chest. The frown was creased on her forehead.
Zameer slowly caressed her hair and the creases fade away.
The noor of his life.
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Zahra stands in front of the mirror brushing her silky hair. It was their first morning after the wedding. Safaa told her to dress properly like a newlywed bride.
She was wearing a peach color anarkali with the zari work in the neckline. Her dupatta was hanging around her neck while she was putting on her diamond studs.
Her throat bobbed when she noticed Zameer coming out of the closet room. He was wearing a black pathani. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbow showing off his muscular arms. The kurta was showing him muscular abs and biceps making her heart quiver.
He stands behind her fixing his hair all while his hot breath was making me her the blushing mess. His cologne filled in her nostrils and she let out a deep sigh.
Zahra gulped when he caged her between the vanity table. A shiver ran down her spine when he whispered her name in her ear. It was his sensuous way to make her the blushing mess.
"Zameer," Zahra stuttered as they both were looking into each other eyes.
"Jee Begum," Zameer replied as his tone was becoming deep with each passing second.
(Yes Wifey)
Their moment was disturbed by the little boy chanting the word meer mamu.
Zameer pulled away and moved towards the little boy. He carried Ahmed in his arms and let out a chuckle.
"Yeh hai aapki mumani jaan," Zameer said as he took Ahmed to his wifey.
(She is your aunt)
Zahra was beyond stunned when she witnesses that her husband is the same person she was ranting about carelessness. She even called him pagal.
She met Ahmed at her wedding but didn't realize that he will be related to her husband.
Zahra bit her lips and lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
"Meer mamu pagal," Ahmed chanted as a giggle escaped his lips.
(Meer uncle is mad)
"Kisne sikhaya hai?" Zameer shoots a glare and asked him.
(Who taught you?)
Ahmed's lips pursued into the pout as he pointed his fingers at his beloved mumani jaan.
Zahra facepalmed herself while Zameer put Ahmed down from his arms. The little child ran away as he was suddenly felt scared of his mamu.
"Tou wo aap thi," Zameer raised his eyebrows as he strides towards her. He caged her between the vanity table making blood rushed to her cheeks.
(So it was you)
"Hamara wo matlab nahi tha," Zahra stuttered.
(I didn't mean that)
"Ham aapko pagal nahi kahna chahte the," Zahra added.
(I didn't want to refer to you as mad)
"Pagal tou aapne mujhe kar diya hai. Itni acchi kaisi ho sakti hai aap. Aap itni pyaari hai ke dil chahta hai ke din bhar aapko dekhta rahu," Zameer said with a genuine smile that was stretch on his lips.
(You got me so mad. How can you be so good? How can you be so beautiful? All I want to do is stare at you my whole life)
"Shaadi ko ek hi din hua hai. But I am already whipped for you," Zameer added and she felt the blood rushed to her cheeks.
(Only one day passed after our marriage)
Zahra lowered her gaze as she was fidgeting with her fingers. Her throat clogged up with emotions that she wasn't able to utter a word.
Zameer smiled and took the gajra from the vanity table. He gently held her hand and tugged it down her delicate wrist.
At that moment, she realized that it was the first time she was not thinking about him. She noticed that whenever she is with her husband, she doesn't even remember him. And that's her first step on moving on in her life.
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"Madiha, ye dekho button nikal gai hai. Laga dona," Aahil said in a frustrated tone as he was holding a button of his shirt in his hands.
(My button came out from my shirt. Stitch it na)
Madiha was applying a coat of mascara on her thick eyelashes when he interrupted her.
"Aahil- koi aur shirt pahen lijiye. Hamara paas zara waqt nahi hai. Aapko acche se pata hai ke hame nahi aata," Madiha groaned and he shoots her a glare.
(You can wear another shirt. I don't have time. You know very well that I don't know such things)
"Kya aata hai, tumhe yeh makeup thopne ke elawa?" Aahil said in a sarcastic tone.
(What else do you know except applying a ton of makeup?)
"Kuch nahi. Hame Zahra ke ghar jaana hai aur aap jaanbujh kar late kar rahe hai. Hame nahi lagata ke aapka mann bhi hai jaane ka," Madiha said as her lips pursued into the pout.
(Nothing. I want to go to Zahra place and you are purposely trying to be late. I don't feel you even want to go there)
Their conversation was disturbed by the knock on the door. Aafia, Aahil's paternal cousin entered the room flaunting a fake smile.
"Tum dono ki shaadi ko ek mahina nahi hua aur jhagde shuru," Aafia tch making her blood boiled.
(It's not even to both of your marriage and you both are already fighting)
Madiha forced a smile and moved towards her.
"Tumhari kitni buri aadat hai doosro ke zaati maamle apni taang adaa ne ki," Madiha tch pinching her cheeks with all the force.
(You have such a bad habit of interfering in other people's matter)
"Allah, tum kitna makeup lagati ho. Aadha tou mere haath mai gaya," Madiha looked at her fingers and blew it.
(You apply so much makeup. Half of it is my is in my hands)
"Madiha," Aahil shoots her a glare.
Aafia flipped her hair and moved towards Aahil.
"I can help you," she offered.
"Thank you," Aahil said and she moved towards the shelf to take out the stitching box.
Aahil was about to remove his shirt when he froze by the glare of his dearest wifey.
"You can't remove your shirt in front of her," Madiha glared at him.
"I will manage. You don't have to remove your shirt," Aafia cleared her throat as she took a button from him.
Madiha felt a pang on her chest seeing Aahil standing so close to her. Her blood boiled as her hands were slightly touching his chest.
Aahil was feeling so awkward and was waiting for his wifey to help him to get rid of his cousin. Madiha crossed her arms over her chest while she was glaring at him.
"I will do it. I can definitely do it for my husband. Thank you," Madiha took the needle from her hands and shoo her away.
As Aafia left, Aahil wounded his arms around her petite waist causing her to collide with his chest. He was looking at his jealous wife with amusement.
Madiha faked a smile and purposely pointed the needle on his chest causing him to wince.
"Can I help you more?" She batted her eyelashes and he shot her a glare.
"I will wear a different shirt," Aahil said with a defeated sigh as he took out a white shirt from the wardrobe.
"Maine aapko pehle hi kaha tha," Madiha chuckled and move towards the vanity table picking the favorite shade of her lipstick.
(I already told you)
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