LOGIN“Kabir.”The name escaped Ziniya's lips, a gasp of devastating realization. A turbulent wind seemed to mirror the chaos within her, sweeping through the room, yet their locked gaze remained unbroken. Instinctively, she sought comfort in his eyes but found only a blazing inferno of fury. The air around her turned instantly cold, and a heavy silence pressed down before she managed to speak again.“You are Kabir.”Her fragile whisper still hung in the air when he violently snatched the photo frame she was holding. "Kabir Hashmi," he corrected her, his voice a snarl.The hatred he had meticulously kept caged was finally poised to be unleashed. The moment he had walked in and seen her touching the photo frame, his rage had peaked and exploded inside him. Had his foster brother, Ayaan, not demanded restraint, Kabir knew he would have already killed Ziniya for daring to touch Raina’s picture.As if on cue, Kabir’s phone rang. Without glancing at the caller ID, he answered, “Ayaan.”“Yes, I g
Ziniya gripped her seat as Ayaaz sped, fear etched on her face. "They are not following us, can you please slow down?" she pleaded, her voice trembling.Ayaaz didn't respond but slightly eased the accelerator. Ziniya was still reeling from the chaos of the last few minutes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding. What was meant to be her perfect, simple wedding day was now a terrifying ordeal, ruined by Kabir. She couldn't fathom his relentless pursuit to destroy her peace, even resorting to hiring goons to stop the marriage. She was thankful for her father's quick thinking and Ayaaz's presence, which had helped her maintain her composure enough to sign the marriage certificate amidst the turmoil. Her wedding felt less like a ceremony and more like a dramatic escape.Marriage! The thought anchored her. She glanced at her new husband, who seemed lost in thought, clearly disturbed. She knew she was the reason for his distress. He was probably formulating a plan to escape Ka
Kabir briskly walked out of the mansion and slid into the back seat ordering the driver, "To the registrar office."While he was on the way to bring down hell on Ziniya, Ayaaz was eagerly waiting for her at the office. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, the top two buttons undone. He was carrying the formal look with elegance and made him look entirely different than what he looked in casual wear. The registra office was a three storey building with old construction, with each floor assigned for different departments. The marriage department was on the first floor where Ayaaz stood at the corridor, glancing at the building entrance every now and then. The moment Ziniya stepped out of the rented car, her gaze was searching for her soon to be husband among the crowd and when she saw him standing at the corridor, looking more handsome than ever, she lowered her gaze in coyness. It had been two days since she spoke to him or messaged him on her mother's order and had never b
Ziniya voiced her concern about a potential troublemaker without naming the person, though it was clear she meant the individual likely to disrupt their happiness.Her father simply smiled and addressed her worry: "Your mother and I have considered this carefully. Not just him, but every possibility. Firstly, the wedding will happen in one week," he quickly added before Ziniya could ask, "which won't give him much time to cause problems. We'll only invite immediate family, making it a small affair."The realization made Ziniya gasp. "I know you don't want him to feel uncomfortable at the wedding," her father said, pointing at Ayaaz while gently stroking her hair."But, you had so many expectations for my wedding?" she asked her mother."Your happiness matters more than our expectations," Afroz replied, her eyes welling up.The emotional moment led to Ziniya hugging her mother, and both women started crying. While the women were emotional, Fazal narrowed his eyes at Ayaaz and warned, "
"Better," she murmured, trying to hide her face behind her hair.Fazal’s intense gaze made the neighbor quickly step into the elevator without a word, sensing the tension. Ziniya's face was flushed; she felt completely exposed, like a deer caught in headlights.Instead of scolding her, Fazal simply said, "Let’s go.”Ayaaz's usual bright smile instantly calmed her, and she felt an urge to hug him, but her parents' presence restrained her. He looked handsome in a simple white shirt and jeans. She noticed the old couch had been replaced with a new five-seater and the room had a few more furnishings. It touched her heart, realizing he had likely spent his savings trying to impress her parents.Afroz's eyes scanned the small apartment, and Ziniya deliberately avoided looking at her mother, fearing she might see disapproval there.“I hope it wasn’t difficult to find the place,” Ayaaz asked, his nervousness evident, forgetting that Ziniya already knew the apartment. Fazal’s blunt reply to th
Silence hung heavy.Fazal's expression tightened, his lips set in a thin line, but he remained silent. Afroz, conversely, studied the boy intently. Overwhelmed, Ziniya felt a surge of nausea."We appreciate your sincerity and your concern for our daughter. I trust you understand that we need time to consider our answer," her mother finally spoke, which Ayaaz recognized as his cue to depart."Of course, I can wait. I will take my leave now," he said, standing up."Ziniya will see you out," her mother added, earning a sharp look from her husband.The moment they were outside, Ziniya couldn't help but strike him on the shoulder, making him jump. "How could you! You didn't speak to me the whole drive and then confessed to wanting to marry me in front of my parents!"She balled her fist and hit his chest again. "You made me feel so awful after we..." she trailed off.Ayaaz couldn't suppress a smile at her display of anger, gently taking her hands, interlocking their fingers, and provocativ







