Zara.Past – How does it feel to marry the one whom you love your whole life? For me it’s like dream turned into reality. Like being the happiest person. I felt the same right now. Adrenaline rush through my body. I might faint now out of nervousness. I clasped my bridal lehenga to calm myself. Don't faint. Don't you dare ruin the whole thing. I kept looking down taking slow steps as my cheeks blushed feeling the gaze of everyone. Sabiha was holding my right arm and Mumma was by my left side. Soon we reached the stage. Sabiha pressed my arm slightly signalling to step on the stairs. I lifted my lashes and met the most mesmerizing black orbs which shined peering at me. He was wearing a golden designed sherwani looking dangerously handsome. His muscular body and biceps can shame model from magazines. His sleek hair brushed backward giving a clear view of his forehead. This man, six feet tall is all mine from now onwards. I couldn’t help but gush peering at him. His lips curled
Mature content ahead. 18+ Zara P. O. V Past. I don't remember when my tiresome body fell into deep slumber after tossing and turning late night waiting for his arrival. The sunrays from the window broke my sleep. I fluttered my lashes to clear my mind. I sat on the bed groggily resting on one hand while scratching my head with the other. A yarn escape from me. It took few seconds for me to recall the yesterday night events. He left in a haste after Ezra called him. I looked on the other side of the bed to find it pristine which gives a clear indication that nobody slept. What took him the entire night? My mind started thinking about the different possibilities. He should be considerate enough to inform me if he needs to stay away the whole night. Now even he wasn't free enough to show himself up. I took my cell phone from the headbox and dialled his number. "The number you are calling is either switch off or out of reach. Please call again after some time. " Beep.... Be
Zara P.O.V "Don't test my patience, Zara. Get inside... We are going home. You won't stay here anymore. You have rested enough here and I saw that with my own eyes." He hissed bringing his face closer leaning down to my level. I placed my hands on his chest to create distance. I won't let him affect me the way he did before. My palm rested against his frantically beating heart. The heart I never had place in no matter how much I tried. The heart that never loved me, even though mine is full of him. Still. "So, did I. You have your girlfriend or say illegitimate partner then why do you need me. Why don’t you leave me alone? " I said with a strong voice. He won't be able to intimidate me ever. He can't hurt me again. I jutted my chin out and stared back at him confidently. “No can happen because you are my wife.” He titled his head and peered deeply into my eyes. “Then we can solve this issue with a divorce. I will no longer be your wife.” I noticed the twitch in his jaw. His eyes
Zara1 week after marriage - Unable to control the overwhelming rage flooding my veins I reach the tall tower of his office building. My strides long and purposeful as I make my way through all the cabins and employees’. Some recognised me and greeted on my way but I say nothing because if I open my mouth, I will only snap on those poor souls. My lips tremble with rage and hurt and I barely can control myself till I reach his office room.“Mrs. Wali... Mrs. Wali.” The girl from the reception counter came running my way but I already twisted the door knob and she stops mid-way.“Out.” I shot her a warning glare and slammed the door on her face.“Before I turn his surprise filled voice enters my ears. “Zara.” I turned my head and spot him rising from his comfortable chair. He got to his feet but before he approaches me, I march towards him.I threw all the pictures at his face. He closed his eyes due to its impact. The rectangle size pictures scattered all over the floor near his fee
Aslan I twist and turn the glass mixing the liquid with the ice. "Bhai... Leave it... This is your fourth drink " Fahad remind me as if I wasn't aware. I pointed my index finger and he shut his mouth. One fucking month. She stayed away from me. It’s a torture staying away from her though I met her five days ago. I placed my head on the edge of the couch and closed my eyes. Again, her big doe like eyes stared at me with acquisition of committing a crime. A crime of infidelity. I inhaled deeply. Every fibre inside my body yearns for her. "The photos lacks any loophole. The arrangement is tough." I flicked my eyes leaning down my head and paid attention to Aman. Aman kept scrutinizing the pictures and placed it back casually. He bends down and declared with his eyes. Few lines of worry appeared on his forehead. "You are the top lawyer for what? If you can't find the solution "I gulped down the drink squinting my eyes feeling the burn inside my throat. Fuck... We man believes th
Zara’s P.O.V. Flashback “Zara… Zara...beti…listen to me … I won't let you destroy your life marrying that thrash. ...no..... it's not going to happen," Mumma said following behind me as I kept marching towards dad’s study room. “Mumma either I will marry him or no one else and stop calling him with names because if you wish or not but he is going to be your son -in law.” Opening the door, I barged inside the room and took a seat on the sofa which was placed at the corner. Dad was studying some files and seeing us inside he lifted his head and gazed at us. A soft fatherly smile appeared on his face watching my frowned face. “Dad what did he say?” I asked anxiously. He removed the spectacles he was wearing and placed them on the side carefully. “Listen Nawab Sahab, I won't let my daughter marry that orphan,” Mumma snarled. Yesterday she was ready for this marriage and now she is changing her decision. I ignored her as I did every day. “He said, he is ready for this marriage, tod
Aslan p.o.vI stood in front of the court and to gain her attention ordered my driver to press the horn of the honk. She flipped at my direction hearing the honking sound and our eyes connected. Capturing her attention, I opened the door of the car for her to get inside.An unsaid action which I was pretty sure she got the hint. While studying her movements I couldn’t stop admiring her who stood with naivety and utter beauty. With white and pink Kurti - trouser she looked divine. Her straight hair loose open and few strands of her lock caressed her cheek. I inhaled deeply in pure want to brush them off from her pinkish cheeks.The rigid and tension in her posture didn't go unnoticed by me, but now I won't stop. I so desperately want her to come back without causing any issue in front of her dad. She diverted her attention back to her mother who I was well aware busy influencing any decision she took in my favour.‘Jaan(my life) for once come back to me. I swear I will get things right
Author"Hafsa, what can you do? She is madly in love with that boy." Rihan's mother said sipping the cup of tea."This is not right Ruma. My daughter is naive like me. The mistake I made left scar in my dignity and the same mistake she is committing falling in love with that lowlife. Like every mother I too want my daughter to be happily married. But with someone who actually deserves her. And that person is none other than your son. These low-class people can never love someone truly. They only know one language and that is money. They befriend with rich people for their sake of benefits." Hafsa said with calm yet serious look.Both the best friend was having a cup of tea in the lawn. Her past flashed infront of her eyes. A naive girl in a deluxe hotel room waiting for her lover who went out to book flight tickets. Four hours since the man left and hadn't showed up. She waited and waited until it was midnight. Hafsa inhaled deeply ruminating her past. "But that boy doesn't seem to