Hoorain is done with her studies and ready to be thrown into all this marriage business. But what she isn't prepared for, is meeting the dashing and arrogant Hadeed who is not only far from her ideal type but a cold jerk whom she wishes to have nothing to do with.
Hadeed is coldhearted and ruthless to anyone who messes with him. His past still haunts him and he measures a person's worth on that scale. Yet, he finds it hard to ignore the girl who dares challenge him at every step.
Despite their mutual hatred, the two get thrown into a marriage pact. What do you do when you realise that the world is not all that it seems and you have battles to fight that you didn't sign up for?
Can the two overcome their hatred and heal each other, mending the broken pieces of their souls? Or will the reality of their world tear them down even
"Qabool hai?(Do you accept?)" The moulvi sahab asked her the second time. She hesitated for a moment before choking out the words."Qabool hai.(I do)."The moulvi repeated his question a third time and she responded accordingly."Congratulations. The nikah is completed." The moulvi sahab said calmly at which dad and uncle hugged each other, exchanging congrats. I glanced down at the bride who's eyes were glistening with unshed tears."Stupid! Its too late to cry now!"I exclaimed gleefully in a whisper and then bent down to hug my stupid sister."Shut up." She grumbled as she returned my hug. I pushed away from her with a playful grin on my face and then wiped the corner of her eyes with tissue paper ever so carefully."Now now. Stop these water taps will you. We don't want Salman bhai to regret getting married after seeing you like th
"Hey! Aren't you done yet? Are you a bride or something?" I exclaimed annoyed, looking up from my phone."Almost done!" Sohaib called in from the dressing room for the nth time. In exasperation, I slumped back on the bed."It must've taken you less time to get here from Islamabad than getting ready. You were supposed to be ready 10 minutes ago. That's it. I am leaving if you're not out in—" Before I could complete my sentence he appeared in the room."Damn Hadeed! Do you have to be so obsessive?! Whatever are you going to do after marriage? Your wife will be fed up—" he continued while fixing his tie in the full length mirror."That's why you shouldn't have wasted time before—" I continued unfaltered, getting up and buttoning my blazer."That aside! Have you met her?" Sohaib exclaimed excited turning to me. I knew who he was talking about.
"Don't you feel this dress is somewhat dull?" Mama asked, holding up a baby pink dress. I watched her quietly for a moment."I think it's fine." Returning with a smile, I hoped this would be enough to placate my Mother; but I was obviously pushing it."I think this darker one is better! No?" Without having anything left to say, I turned away with a long sigh; letting my mother be. I don't understand what's the need for all these formalities! I mean, it's not like they are seeing me for the first time. Why create so much fuss?"I think this is fine. Rahima! Take baji's clothes for ironing—" She screamed from her place. I didn't lift my eyes from my phone. Anything that I say, will have a negative impact. So, for now, I have decided to lay low. Until, they leave; that is. It's not that I don't want to give him a chance. But, I don't feel right. From the few times, that I have met him in the past, it felt like he didn't like me very mu
"DAMMIT!" I cursed, slamming my hand on the table, before walking around it to call for Safeer."Yes sir—"Even before he could finish, I was yelling orders at him."Get Ilyas here." He stood watching my face for a moment."Now!" I screamed at him before he scrambled to his feet. Grinding my teeth in fury, I clutched at the chair's top. My thoughts going back to the events from the past few minutes. This was what I wanted, yet.My thoughts were intruded by the sound of knock on the door. I turned towards the sound and watched a cowering Ilyas standing in the door.————————————For the next 3-4 days, things were unexpectedly quiet. It seemed like the silence before the storm. Was it possible that the message wasn't conveyed. Had it not reached Dad's ears yet? It's only a matter of time, before he finds out. I might have got out of this
I sat infront of the dressing table, staring at my henna covered beautiful hands; when a drop of tear streaming down my chin, dripped onto my hands. Sniffing through tears, I rubbed my nose with the back of my hand.I looked up from my hands to my reflection in the mirror. Once again the sobs started to break out as I began feeling sorry for myself.'How could I've ever imagined, that the most beautiful day of my life would actually be the worst day!' I watched my lower lips puckering in the mirror and almost praised the waterproof liner and mascara that had still not given up on me, even after the amount of tears I had shed tonight.Sadly, my pity party was crashed by a detestable figure appearing in the mirror. Immediately my lips drew into a thin line and I got up, turning to him with a scowl."YOU!" I seethed through clenched teeth and with all the hatred built up, stomped towards him. He paused in the m
"Do you think I don't know what you and your father got in return—"Her words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that I was kept in the dark about all of this raised red flags in my head. I didn't want to consider that possibility but it wasn't impossible. In fact, there was a high chance that Dad might've had something to do with all this. And if that was true, then what now?My train of thoughts was interrupted when she emerged from the bathroom in pyjamas. Yet, the anger from before was still evidently visible on her face.As soon as her gaze landed on me comfortably sprawled on my side of the bed, her jaw dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath. Casting aside her bridal dress to a side, she stomped towards me. Once again, screaming."What do you think you're doing?!" Her screech came before she had even reached to m
"—And Hadeed beta? Are you taking proper care of my precious Hoor?" I sneaked a sideways glance at him whose whole attention was concentrated on Papa."I am trying my best Uncle—but I think Hoor is the one who can judge best." He returned politely with a small smile. My brows shot up at his amazing acting skills and I couldn't help but mentally laud him while sitting there on the stage."Very well said, son! You have never fell short of my expectations but always exceeded them. I knew, I was right about you—!" Papa exclaimed energetically and I turned away with an exhausted sigh and roll of eyes.'I am the only idiot, then—who can see the real intentions behind those fake smiles—' I thought with a deepening frown while turning my gaze to the Hall in front of me and returning Raabi and Saani's teasing smirks with a shake of head."Well? What do you think?" I heard his
I strode back into the drawing room, fuming with suppressed rage. I just didn't know how to deal with her—! How the hell am I supposed to keep my cool with her when she purposefully does everything just to piss me off—!As far as I have come to know Hoor, I can bet that she won't sit this one down. Best prepare myself to deal with the embarrassment of her father's rebuke when she refuses to go back with me tonight—-While, sitting down besides her Dad; I answered his questions regarding the updated details of her kidnapping which had just come in. Without realising it, time to leave had come and returning to the lounge besides Uncle, I anticipated the worst of her, yet.However, she was sitting with her Mom ready to leave. Only for the smallest part of a second did her gaze meet mine and even more coldly did she avert it. Inspite of her attempts to keep up the happy act, I knew she ha