6.2|Fitna Dil: Finale|

His eyes scrunched open when the sunlight fall over them. It was a pleasant kind of disturbance. His dark room could never provide this much warmth. He used to keep the curtains closed, of windows as well as his heart. But finally sunshine made its way to his room as well as his heart.

But as much as he remembered it wasn't his room.

Asad jerked up realising that he was in Arwa's room last night. And now when he looked around, he was still in her room.

He remembered barging in, choking her, behaving rude to her, pushing her to the bed and... her kiss. His body heated up remembering the previous fateful night.

He immediately got up from the bed but before he could make his way out of the room, Arwa entered inside.

"Good morning." She said in her usual chirpy tone, as if he wasn't choking her last night.

"Morning." He mumbled back. His eyes not daring to look at her.

"I think I should leave. I don't want the family to about the last night." Saying so he was about to open the door, however...

"Arwa." They heard Nawaz's voice from the other side of the door.

Asad panicked. If Nawaz saw him in Arwa's room or got to know about what happened previous night, he will abandon their good relations. Asad can't afford to break his bond with his beloved Mamu.

He looked at Arwa, who was equally panicked as him.

"What should I do now?" He whispered.

The knocks got louder on the door.

"Arwa, are you busy?" They heard Nawaz.

"Dad, just ten minutes."

"Alright."

"Jump down the window!" Arwa whispered and began dragging him to the wide glass window in her room.

"But I never jumped from a window before."

"It's just a window, not the Eiffel tower that you are this much scared. Now jump!"

"Alright. If I died, my ghost will haunt you for life."

"Very funny!"

Asad took a deep breath, jumped and smoothly landed on the soft grass in the garden.

"It wasn't that difficult. Asad, you are not as wise as you suppose." He taunted himself.

Up in the room Arwa wrapped her hair in a towel and opened the door.

"Arwa, what took you so long to open the door?"

"Dad, I was washing my hair."

"Alright, so are you ready to join the office from today."

Arwa sighed, she totally forgot that she was supposed to join the office that morning.

But she pulled a smile and said, "I am excited for the office!"

"That's like my daughter. Now get ready." He patted her head and left.

As the door closed, Arwa huffed a sigh of relief.

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Down, in the garden, Asad was about to enter the mansion, but before he could do so he collided into something, more like someone.

"Mahir! What are you doing here?"

Mahir was astonished to see Asad in the garden. It was his secret route to enter the mansion and meet Maysa. But now Asad got to know about it.

"If I say, I am Mahir's long lost brother, will you believe it?" Mahir took a chance, a very idiotic chance.

"What do you think?" Asad asked back.

"Hell, no." Truth to be told, he knew his question was idiotic.

"Correct. Now out of my house. I need to block your secret route."

"That's alright. But first tell me what are you doing here, in the backside garden?" Asked the Sherlock Holmes inside him.

"I came for a walk."

"Asad, I am a funny person, not an idiotic person. You came from the direction of Arwa's room."

"This is my home. I can go wherever I want. You have nothing to do with it."

"You are right. But trust me, if it's about Arwa, I won't spare you. She is my best friend." Saying these words, Mahir left.

Asad didn't care about Mahir's words. But yeah, he realised that what he did last night was wrong. He shouldn't have behaved so rude to her. It was his trauma that stopped him from accepting her. She don't deserve to be hurt.

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Few hours later, the whole Naqvi family was ready to start their day. Qaina rushed to finish the breakfast.

"Qaina, don't be a baby. Eat properly." Nawaz nagged her.

She frowned on his words, but didn't protest. She hates the way he still treat her like a baby, even when their babies are not babies anymore.

"Aww! You both look cute." Arwa awed at her parents. She wants a marital life just like theirs.

"Mom, why are you limping?" Asad asked when he noticed that Nikhat was having difficulty in walking.

His question caught her off-guard.

Maysa also used to ask her this question. But she stopped asking it when she got married to Mahir, because then she understood the reason by herself.

Your father is working really hard to give you a third sibling.

Of course, she couldn't say this to her son.

"Asad, I am getting old, you know." She lied smoothly and sat beside Atif.

"You mean, you are getting horny, right?" Atif seductively whispered to her and was pinched on his bicep once again.

"Ouch!!!"

Anisah stiffened feeling Zain's hand on her thigh. It was a wrong idea to sit beside him. His hand was moving smoothly between her thighs and it was getting hard for her to keep quiet.

Everyone was lost in their own joys and miseries.

However, it was fully noticable the way Arwa and Asad were stealing glances of each other. Both of them wanted to talk, to explain, to confess. But sometimes words are not enough.

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The driver ignited the engine as Nawaz, Qaina and Atif sat in the car.

Naqvi Industries was a venture of Qaina and Atif, both of them were interested in collaborating for a new business. And when Nawaz finally left target killing, they worked hard for it. Nawaz helped them financially and he was the major shareholder of the company.

And very soon Asad was going to overtake the post of the CEO, which he truly deserved.

Asad was about to drive off when Arwa out of blue sat on the passenger seat.

He looked at her weirdly.

"What? Give me a ride to the office." Arwa spoke.

He nodded to no one in particular and started the journey. Praying that he don't end up kissing her again.

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Maysa ran outside the mansion with her bag as soon as she heard the horn of Mahir's car. Mahir bends in front of her dramatically like a Britisher would do in the Victorian era.

Maysa giggled and gave him a tight hug.

"I missed you, Maysu." He mumbled while kissing her hair.

"Mahir, you left my room just this morning."

"That was three hours ago."

"You are so cheesy."

"And you are so tempting." His hands reached to her waist.

Maysa immediately got out of his hold and sat in the passenger seat. Mahir too followed her and got to the driver's seat.

As the car started Maysa put her head on his shoulder and Mahir cupped her left cheek.

"I hate this distance." He complained.

"Mahir, I am only nineteen."

"I know and that's why I am keeping my limits. Or else you would be carrying a big baby bump by now."

"Don't go to that direction. I have a career to build. I want to become a fashion designer."

"I know, Maysa, and I understand." He pulled her cheek sweetly.

"This wait will worth, Mahir. And by the way, you were the one eager to get married. Now face the consequences."

"It's your parents' fault, they should have born you a little earlier."

"Don't blame my parents for your impatience."

"You can't blame me for being mad for you."

"You are born mad, Mahir. Don't blame me."

"I'll take my revenge when the right time will come." And he pecked her lips.

His words and action left her blushing.

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Suddenly it began feeling awkward. It wasn't the first time Anisah was sitting in a car alone with Shahzain. But now he was her husband. And if he did that thing, she won't be able to stop him or herself.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"You." She replied absent-mindedly.

"Oh, so Shahzain Naqvi is now even more interesting than Fine Arts." He teased her.

"Yeah, he has created an art of chaos on someone's canvas." Her mysterious words made no sense to him.

"Chaos? Canvas?"

"You won't understand, Zain."

"Then make me understand. You have seen me in my worst. At least show me a glimpse of yours."

"You need to understand the art of love if you want to understand me."

"Since when love became an art?"

"Since you confessed your love."

"Uff! I didn't understood a single word."

"I feel like you have painted a wrong canvas."

"But the art I created is beautiful and the canvas is perfect. You can't blame me for choosing you."

She was surprised that he understood her words.

He pulled her in for a kiss and yes, the canvas is perfect.

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Silence.

That was all Asad could feel. But this feeling died down as he heard her words.

"Who was she?"

"Who?"

"You know whom I am talking about? Who was the girl who killed herself?"

"You don't need to know that." He focused on the road. His hands began shaking and sweat glistened on his forehead. He was really close to have a panic attack.

"Stop the car, Asad." And he did, because he knew if he continued to drive their dead bodies will go back home for sure.

Arwa took a deep breath. Looking at his condition, she couldn't stop the tears that made their way down from her burning eyes.

"Jiah." She heard him.

"Her name was Jiah."

"Nice name. So who exactly she was to you?"

"A good friend, that's all."

"That's all?"

"She proposed me and I refused."

"That's it?"

"She tried to persuade me whole for five years, maybe more."

"And then?"

"She suicide... when I... told her that I love someone else."

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The moonbow once again made its presence on the fading blue layers. Asad was trying to admire it's beauty, but he couldn't. His mind was taking him back to the past.

It was his fault? Or not?

"Asad." He heard her voice. And felt a little peaceful.

He turned around to look at her and saw something even more beautiful than the moonbow.

"We are marrying tomorrow." She told him.

"Without my consent?"

"So you don't want to marry me?"

"It's not like that."

"So you want to marry me?"

"Okay, yes. But I am not ready."

She held his shoulders and gently pressed them.

"Asad, you are not the one responsible for Jiah's death. It was her choice, her decision, not yours."

"But I was the reason."

"You weren't. It was her mental illness, her careless rich parents, her bad peers, her drug addiction that forced her to suicide."

He remains quiet.

"Asad." She cupped his face. "I know I am behaving selfish. But I can't leave you mourning over something you never did. You know, you are not as strong as you pretend to be."

"I know."

"I love you, Asad."

"Arwa---" She put her hand on his lips.

"Don't you dare say that you don't love me, you can't be with me. Because it's a white lie. We are marrying and that's it."

She removed her hand and was about to leave, but she was pulled into a kiss. A passionate kiss, he poured all his emotions into it and she happily took them all.

"I love you, Arwa."

And that's what mattered to her.

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"So we are married now?" Asad asked as soon as he entered his room.

"Should I call Obama to confirm it?"

"Not needed." He removed his Sherwani.

"So?"

"So... I am tired." He entered the closet.

"I am also tired." She stood up from the bed and followed him.

"Then rest." He pulled out his clothes and made his way to the shower.

Arwa frowned. It's their wedding night to shout out loud and her husband is tired!

Unwillingly she removed her jewelry as well as the heavy lehenga all by herself. At least he could help her to do so. But he is tired!

Looking through the closet a devilish idea entered Arwa's mind. She put on one of Asad's white Kurta, that was see through and displayed her assets.

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Asad came out of the shower wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He won't let into his desires on his wedding night. Even if he loves Arwa, he was technically forced to marry her. And he wants revenge.

With this determination in his mind he laid on the bed beside Arwa. But all his determination flew out of window when he realised what exactly she was wearing. Her assets were on full display much to his pleasure.

"Asad, control yourself. She forced you to marry her. You should not touch her tonight. You need to give her a hard time. Asad, don't touch..." And he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Aren't you tired now?" Arwa mocked him as her head rested on his chest.

"Yes, I am."

"Then sleep and let me sleep." She pulled out of his hold and move away from him.

"Arwa, I am sorry. I was upset with you."

"Upset for what?"

"You forcibly married me." He again wrapped his arms around her and put his head on her shoulder.

"Forcibly? You willingly married me." She slapped his arm.

"No, I disagree. You forced me."

"Okay, what do you want then?"

"First, I wanted to give you a hard time." He smirked.

"Oh." Her lips were in the form of a big O.

"But now I changed my mind."

"That's smart of you." She smiled arrogantly.

"Now as an apology, umm...." He pretended to think.

"Asad!" She moaned as he made his way under her Kurta. "That's cheating!"

"That's love!"

And it followed a series of moans, giggles and laughters.

That was the story of two mischievous hearts.

THE END

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And that's how this story ends. I don't know if it even made any sense. I tried my best.

And I just found out that my works are being published on a website 'Novel HD' under my username, but it's not me. This website has stolen many books from Wattpad.

And I really don't think I can do anything about it.

I hope legal actions will be taken against this website soon. It's already exposed not once, but again and again. Yet it is stealing other's work.

Moreover, it's showing my username, means credit still belongs to me. But again, it doesn't change the fact that my work is published without my consent.