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my moon.

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"Beta, have you packed your things yet?"

Badiya was having breakfast with her family when her mother popped the question.

"Nope. I didn't." Badiya replied without looking up from her mobile as she was texting her fellow students to check up on the preparation of the MUN happening in her university as she was a part of the admin team and today was the second day of the four day program.

"No mobiles on the dinning table, Diya. And why haven't you packed yet, you know it's Friday today. You're supposed to go to Lahore." Diya was the name everyone called her and it actually suited her since she lighted up every room with her bright smile and sweet personality. Actually, everyone but him called her Diya for she was all bright smiles for everyone but him. To him she was a hurricane which cannot be controlled much to his dismay because he liked everything to be done his way.

"Sorry, Mama." She apologised putting her phone down. "And yes, I know it's Friday. And no, I'm not going to Lahore so I didn't pack."

"But I talked to Sharmeen yesterday and she said that-" Her mother started with furrowed brows but was cut off.

"I already asked Uncle Shah and he gave me permission. I'll apologize to Aunty when I'll get some free time. Now, I have to go. Bye." She got up and was about to walk out after kissing her mother's cheek when her mother stopped her.

"Where's your dupatta?"

"Mama, is dress ke saath dupatta nahi tha." (Mama, there was no scarf with this dress.)

"Beta, you know na you're not supposed to go out like this." Her mother said sternly and she pouted in response.

"Mama yaar, why does it make a difference?" She said stomping to her room because she knew this wasn't something up to debate.

There were alot of pros of having an influential family who had connections in politics but it had some cons too. Yes, you are provided with all sorts of luxuries and all your wishes are granted but you also are under the public eye all the time. Every single thing you do is scrutinized by everyone. So you cannot wear improper clothes without being bashed, cannot go to places without security and cannot do things candidly.

But, well, it didn't seem so bad to Badiya. She had gotten used to everything since she has grown up with all this. Yes, she was deprived of a few things but she was blessed with much more. She always had been thankful for everything and anything she has. She had her bad days, yes, but she also never took things forgranted. She knows she has to live her life a specific way and she has come terms with it.

She hurriedly grabbed a black and red chunri duppata with a thin golden border to go with her monotone red short kameez which had golden embroidery paired with straight red pants and ran towards the entrance, where a car was waiting for her, in her dull golden Prada sliders, her gold anklet jingling with every step she took.

She was a very simple girl who would get happy just with a cone of vanilla ice cream or roadside golgappay. She really wasn't into clothes at all and all her wardrobe was shoped by her mother, except her comfy clothes and unndergarments, because her attire had to keep up with the family's standard.

"It's just lipstick na. Please put some on, Diya." Armeen, Badiya's friend, pleaded with a red lipstick in her hand. She was one of the few friends Badiya had in her university. All her life people tried to befriend Badiya just because of her family status. Her branded clothes and shoes, the cars she travelled in, everything luxurious attracted people and they tried to be in her good-books so they can approach those luxuries, but- unfortunately for them and fortunately for her- Badiya had always been good at reading people. She knew who was trying to pretend to be nice and who wasn't. She might come off as rude to most people but that was just because she wasn't ready to put up with everyone's shit. She had tried to play nice to everyone but it gets exhausting and she wasn't willing anymore to take that exhaustion. She doesn't even bother to answer people- who are just trying to pry in her personal life for some juicy gossip or just want to be seen talking to her so they can boast about it later- and stare at them for a solid few seconds before going back to whatever she was doing. Well, it works pretty good because they don't try to approach her again.

"You have already put this black stuff on my eyes and this chamkeeli (glitter) on my face. It's enough." Badiya glared at her friend and tried to return back to arranging the files on the tables in the correct order.

"That was mascara and highlighter, you idiot. I sometimes wonder if you're really a girl or not. Thank the lords, Aunty takes you to the spa regularly so that you don't look like a homeless druggie. Now look here." Armeen grabbed her face tightly and Badiya's lips puckered due to the pressure aiding Armeen in putting the lipstick on her lips.

"You shouldn't doubt that. After all, you have-" Badiya said cheekily but was cut off by Armeen.

"Washed your blood-stained shirt in school, I know. Do this." Armeen rubbed her lips together and Badiya mimicked her.

Badiya had never been interested in how the way she looks because to her a person was much more than how he looks only. She had tried to build her character and morals instead of her physical appearance but Armeen always made sure to give her a little touch-up before she attended any function. After making sure everything was where it was supposed to be and all the admin team had reported to their duties, Badiya went to sit in a committee. There was a heated debate going on when her phone ringed distubing the decorum.

"Uh- I apologise for the disturbance. Please continue." She rejected the call without looking at the caller ID and turned her phone off.

"The fake princess has no manners after all." Amaar said with a sarcastic smile and some of his friends snickered. Amaar Faraz was Badiya's batch mate and the wannabe badboy of the university. He once tried to flirt with Badiya and was brutally humilated when Badiya gave him no response. After that he had always tried his best to humilate her in any way. He spread rumours that Diya was just trying to fake wealth and she is not what she 'claims' to be. She is just a wannabe princess. Badiya could've put him in his place but she didn't deem him worthy of her efforts so she let him live in his little bubble. He wanted to set his superiority by showing off his wealth and she let him do it simply because she neither cared about him nor status and wealth.

"Please continue." The chairman of the committee said and the debates continued on. It was not the first time Amaar had tried to take a jab at Badiya and it was definitely not the first time Badiya completely ignored him.

"Yaar, why don't you put that Amaar in his place?" Sana said to Badiya and all other girls voiced their agreement. Badiya was sitting with her friends and some other girls which were a part of the admin team as the sessions for today were over and they were preparing for the night's social event.

She just simply shrugged at them and continued eating the fries she was having.

"All the rubbish he says really doesn't affect you? Like at all?" Armeen asked frustrated. Amaar had been really getting on her berves by saying shit to Badiya and it was not sitting well with her since she was very protective of Badiya but couldn't do anything because Badiya had prohibited her from lashing out on him and creating a scene.

"It would have affected me if he was important to me or his words held any truth. Has the decoration team arrived yet?" She asked the last question to the girl who was co-ordinating the teams.

"Yes they have and their work is completed half-way through. You can come and check if you want any changes in the theme or something."

"No, I actually have to-" She took her phone out to text the team she had sent to get some supplies and realised her phone was still turned off. When her phone turned on, she saw she had 8 missed calls from her mother, 2 from her father, 23 missed calls and 11 unread messages from Wali Bear and 1 missed call from Mr. Badass.

'Shit. I'm screwed.' She cursed when she realised the call she had declined without checking the caller ID was from Mr. Badass.

Shehryar Badr Shah.

Her dushman-e-zeest. (enemy of life)

She texted her mom telling her phone was turned off by mistake and she is fine, apologising for not taking her calls then called her father.

"Salam, Baba. Sorry, my phone was off. You called?" Badiya stood up from the table and walked a few steps away from the table to get some privacy.

"Walaikum. Yes, I did. Shehryar called me to take permission. He is coming to take you to Lahore." Came the gruff voice of her father.

"But Baba, my function-" She started to object but was cut off.

"No buts. He must've reached Islamabad by now. I asked your mother to pack your things. And I expect you to go with him without throwing a tantrum." Her father said in a stern tone.

"Baba, my duties...." Badiya whined and pouted her red coated lips.

"Diya bachhay, your first and foremost duty is towards your family. And when someone shows so much love and importance to you, you should appreciate it, meri jaan." Badiya continued to pout and looked down fidgeting with the hem of her kameez because she knew she cannot argue her father on this. She knew she has responsibilties towards her said family and she ought to fulfill them.

"I'll give a call to your dean. He'll assign you leave for a few days." Her father continued when Diya stayed quite.

"I am naraz and I won't talk to you. Khuda Hafiz." Badiya said in an angry tone but still didn't hang up.

"Khuda Hafiz, my love. Stay safe." Her father chuckled at her childish behaviour and said his goodbyes before cutting the call.

After the call, Badiya opened up the texts form Wali Bear. Wali Khalil Shah. No one would believe her if she told them the six feet two inches tall hunk of a man had saved his number as Wali Bear with some ridiculous heart and kissing emojis in her phone just to annoy his brother.

'What the hell did you do to piss off Bhai this time? 😬😐'

'Pick up your phone babygurllll. 😩😟'

'Would someone please tell me why the heck are we coming to Isb?????'

'Why is your goddamn phone off???? 😧😠'

'You did Bhai real good this time.😂 Defying him and rejecting his calls. You go gurlll!!💃💃 In for some angry coochy coochy, are we? 😉😉'

'Take.My.Call. Where are you even???😣😤'

'He is on a roll. Been driving for 3 hours and didn't even stop to take a pee. 😵😵'

'He denied me McDonalds.😭😭 You've unleashed the beast. Recite your duaas cause youre in for a WILD(😉) ride.'

'Kicked me out of the car xD. Finally can relieve myself and have some food. I thought my bladder would burst. 😅😉'

'Bhai broke all HIS OWN records as well. Travelling at 170kmh. Woooohoooo! 💃🎊'

'Phone utha le re babaaaa.😔'

She was frustrated and panicked at the same time. Wali's messages made her pout go away and her lips tilted up in a smile at his goofiness but she was still dreading their arrival. She knew she was asking for an earful when she decided not to go to Lahore for the Qawali Night held by the Shah's. She was breaking Wali's tradition as they always had a movie marathon every year on the night before his and Shehryar's birthday. They both weren't twins and had a three year gap between them but they were both born on the same date. She would have made it up to him by taking him to Monal or something but she didn't know how to deal with Mr. Badass. His stubborn-self was already difficult to deal with as it is and now he was angry at her. Just what she wanted!

Her train of thoughts was disturbed by the ring of her phone.

Wali Bear💕😘🌞💋.

"Tere ghar aya mai aya tukhko laine. Apne angry young man Bhai ke badle, ek pyari si bhabhi lene. Teri har dhadkan kya bolay hai sun sun. Sajan jee university aye, sajan jee university aye." Wali started singing loudly and completely off-beat as soon as she put the phone to her ear.

(P.s.That is a parody of a bollywood song the character made so I don't known how to translate it.)

"What the heck are you guys even thinking coming all the way to Islamabad just to get me?" She said in a frustrated tone. Armeen had walked up to her and motioned her asking if everything was right since she was taking so long on the phone and Badiya nodded to her still on the phone with Wali.

"Ask that to your sajan jee (darling). I am just a mere victim in your love story."

"Yaar, I had asked Uncle Shah to excuse me from the function. I'll just call him." She resorted to her last hope. Kaleem Shah. Shehryar and Wali's father and her godfather. He was a well-known politician as well as a part of the country's senate. He was one of the most influential people in the country and he had no dirt to his name. He chose politics over his family business but he had never been short of riches being khandani raees and the current Shah (head) of his ancestral village with Shehyar handling his business and next in line for being the head. So whatever he did was for the country and the love he had for politics and not to gain power or illegitimate money. He was a great man and Badiya always looked up to him as a father figure.

"Abbu was called for an assembly meeting and you know he won't be reachable for the time being." Wali countered and Badiya huffed.

"Yaar, chill kro. And why do you not want to come to Lahore. Tu humari pushtaini riwayat torre gi, bewafa aurat. (You wanted to break our ancestral tradition, you unfaithful brat.)

"I had already registered myself without checking the dates of the MUN." Badiya lied through her teeth. She had only did this because she wanted to take revenge by defying and annoying Shehryar because he had made her cancel her three days trip to northern areas saying it was not safe to go there in such a harsh weather. Well, he was right because the students complained after coming back as they were stuck inside the hotels for five days and couldn't go out due to heavy snow and landslides without any connection to the outside world due to no signals. She doesn't even want to imagine what her family would've done if they had not been able to reach out to her for five days straight.

But she wouldn't be Diya Mir Hussain if she admitted her mistake that too infront of him.

And she definitely wouldn't be Diya Mir Hussain if she went down without a fight.

"Hmmm, hmm. I totally believe you." She never was able to lie to her bestfriend and she never will be.

Badiya turned around when she heard some yelling. Amaar was sitting where she was previously seated mendling with her files when some of the guys came in with the supplies she asked for. When Badiya walked upto them, they told her the matter without even asking.

"Five Range Rover SUVs with black tinted glasses and scary looking guards just parked outside the university gates." The guy stated a bit flustered.

"My dad must've sent them for security you kn-" Amaar first frowned then stood up and started to gloat but was cut off by Badiya's yelling.

"Have you guys lost it or something?! Five freaking cars?! Mujhe lene barat le kr aye ho kya." (You guys came with a barat to take me or something.) Badiya shouted in the phone flustered by their actions.

"Barat bhi jaldi le ayain ge janeman. I mean bhai ki janeman. Filhal ap humara bagair barat ke hi istaqbal kr lain." (We'll soon bring barat also, darling. I mean brother's darling. Welcome us without the barat for now.) Wali said in an amused tone and hanged up on her.

"Ya Allah!" Badiya face-palmed at their stupidity. She had always tried to stay under the radar by convincing her father not to send a platoon of guards with her and they ruined it all by making their grand enterance. Now she'll be the talk of university for weeks.

"What happened?" Armeen asked her, a bit concerned. All the students in the front ground, who were wondering about the swaggy cars, now looked at her. They had heard her yelling and now were curious.

"Yaar, wo Wali-" Badiya was scratching her eyebrow in annoyance and was about to tell Armeen when Amaar cut her off.

"Zindagi mai kabhi Range Rover dekhi nahi ho gi. Barri ayi madam ko paanch paanch Rovers lenain." (Have you ever seen a Range Rover in real life? She thinks five Rovers will come for her.)

Badiya looked at Amaar with a glare. She usually ignores him but right now her patience was already withering off and he was just adding fuel to the fire.

She walked up to him with the pace of a lioness ready to pounce on her prey. Her steel gaze was making him falter but he couldn't let go of his man ego so he stood up.

"Listen here and listen good. I don't need to prove shit to you or any of your minions. Lakin tum jeson ki jab tak unki aukat dikhai na jaye wo baaz nahi aatay. Talking about Range Rovers, the car you drive in was given to your father by my Baba. Mir Hussain ko to jaantey hi ho ge? Nahi jaantay to google kr lena. Ya phir apne walid se puchh lena. He'll happily tell you about his biggest investor who saved his butt when your family was drowning in debt and your father's comapany was going bankurpt."

(But guys like you don't back off unless they're shown their place...You must know who Mir Hussain is, right? If not then google it or better yet ask your father.)

Badiya's voice was the only thing one could hear in the open ground. The deadly tone could cut through stone. She didn't want to show off her family status but her temper got the best of her. Badiya saw one of the students taking out his phone for recording from her peripheral vision and turned her glare towards him. He hurriedly put his back phone back and looked ready to piss his pants.

"I don't need to fake anything unlike you. Har kisi ko apne jesa nahi samjh lete. This is the last time I am warning you. Back freaking off. One more time I see you mendling in my business, I'll report to the authorities for bullying and mental assault. And your dear Dad won't be able to get you out this time." Amaar's eyes widened on the realisation that she was aware of his past rendezvous.

Amaar had his ass handed to him infront of the whole university and he couldn't say or do anything because whatever Badiya had said was true. He had no idea she was the daughter of Mir Hussain as Mir's don't really show their women on media and there's quite tight security during their parties and funtions. He would've never messed with Badiya if he knew she was a Mir.

The thick silence in the air was broken by a loud yell.

"Diya bear!" Wali yelled her name as soon as he saw her and walked towards her with big steps followed by a few guards.

Badiya turned around when she heard Wali's voices. She would've ran into his arms with a beaming smile as they were seeing each other after almost three months but she was not really in a good mood at the moment and she didn't want anything else to add to the already forming rumours as she was well aware of her university fellows.

But Wali being Wali gathered Badiya in his arms and lifted her off the ground as soon as she was in an arm's reach and she shrieked loudly.

"Oh, I missed you so much." He said squeezing her tightly in his arms as her feet dangled in the air.

"I missed you too. Now put me down." Wali's antics still made Badiya laugh even in such a situation.

After putting Badiya down, Wali noticed that everyone around them were staring at them with wide eyes and a few also had their phones out clicking pictures. Ofcourse everybody recognised Wali as Kaleem Shah's son and were astonished at the way he interacted with Badiya.

Wali also took notice of the guy standing quite close to Badiya looking very flustered.

"Everthing okay?"

"Yes, now everything will be perfectly fine." Badiya said in a firm voice giving Amaar a stern look.

"Just let me gather my things and we'll leave." She said moving towards the table where she was previously sitting.

"Han, han. Krwa lo Bhai ko intezaar. Bicharay ab meri Bhabhi ke aagay kya kr skte hain. Haina, Bha-bhee?" Wali teased her elongating the endearment as he knew Badiya didn't like being called that.

Armeen looked at Badiya with a surprised look when she heard that along with others at the table as nobody knew about Badiya in relationship with someone, that too the Shah's. Badiya gave her a sheepish look after glaring at Wali.

"I'll call you later." Badiya said hugging Armeen promising to tell her everything on the phone and left with Wali followed by the guards. There was only one thing on her mind. Or more like one person.

Shehryaar Badr Shah.

Author's Note

Hello, my lovely readers!

So here I am with my new story. I've been receiving countless requests to continue writing again and I am really grateful for all your love. I have been really busy as I had a very important exam and after that there was so much going on that I couldn't bring myself to write. I do not promise fast updates as I am being extremely lazy these days but I hope I'll get the motivation to write from your comments.

So what are your thoughts about this new story?

Also, while you guys wait for the updates, try out RomaRashid23  's story Dill-e-Ashna. It's amazing!