Hamza canceled the plane tickets because of security issues and told Batool that he would be going to the Maldives on his private jet. Hooriya's jaw slacked when she find out he owns a private jet. She knows he was rich but this was an extreme level of richness, though she kept her surprise to herself.She had packed their bags and guess what Shiza the queen showed up that day when she was packing. Hooriya had told her about their honeymoon trip and she straight on came to the mansion with Salaar. Both the siblings greeted Batool who was so happy to see them as Salaar went to Hamza's study to discuss their business whereas Shiza joined Hooryia in packing. Shiza seemed a little tense in the mansion but with Hooriya she eased up.The time passed in a blur as the next day it was time for them to leave. They both said their goodbyes to Batool and Hafsa. Where Batool seemed happy for her son and daughter-in-law. Hafsa seemed annoyed for no reason.Hooriya was staring at the plane with big

"Emboodhu Finolhu Island." She drawled. Her greenish-brown orbs glittered with tremendous awe.This villa was so dreamily beautiful. It felt as if it was floating on the water. And the interior. She didn't want to step in there, thinking that she would dirty the place.Posh.Expensive.Heaven. That was what she could come up with after seeing the place where they would be spending a few days.It was obvious, it costs out of her thinking capacity. And the astonishing fact that Hamza had fifty percent of his investment in this resort served as the cherry on top of the cake of her surprises."Do you like it?" Her breath hitched at his sudden proximity. The warmth radiated off his chest as she gulped meekly."I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life," she retorted. Tucking a strand behind her ear just to seem busy.He hummed. The vibration of his chest sent rhythmic shivers down her body."Shall we have lunch?" He enquired and she timidly nodded.Her voice had betrayed her. She

"What would you like to order?" Hamza asked, looking at her expectantly. They've been having breakfast at this restaurant. Hooriya ordered pancakes as Hamza ordered for himself.She was all shy and blushing every time their eyes met and she would immediately lower her gaze. Hamza on the other hand was smiling goofily at everything she says or does.They ate in calming silence and after that, they walked to the nearby market. She insisted that they had already done so much shopping but he wants her to buy more things for herself. If it was up to him he would buy jewels and precious things of the whole world for her.She noticed how he walked at a snail's pace beside her. She knew he was walking slowly for her because he knew she was still in a little bit of discomfort. And his behavior melted her heart into oblivion. She squeezed his hand as he glanced at her and she passed him a sweet smile.He felt the wild thump in his chest as he smiled back at her. Pulling her hand up, he lay a ki

Cold.Hooriya felt cold seeping into her body through her feet which were on something chilly yet she felt her body burning up in heat as if she was thrown in lava.She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt so heavy. There was a delay in her body's response to her nervous system. Her mind was working fast yet her body was taking too long.A groan of discomfort left her lips as she groggily opened her eyes. She want to scratch her neck, it was parched as if someone had rubbed it with sandpaper. She winced when she tried to move her hands but felt them immobile. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to her surrounding. Her brows furrowed when she was met with an unfamiliar place. It was dimly lit. She stared at the cold tiles under her bare feet. Where were her shoes? She blinked at the lounge and the place was unrecognizable, she didn't know where she was. Was it one of Hamza's penthouses or farmhouse? Her brows shot up when she saw a man sitting on the settee to her right at some d

His heart had ceased to beat the moment he heard gunshots through the phone as Hooriya screamed. It was as if someone grasped his heart in a vicious hold and was squeezing the life out of him.He was growling at his men to get the cars out as he grabbed his gun and got into the car putting it to drive.He could hear her crying and his insides churned in anxiety as he sped through the traffic, cutting people off as he maneuvered through the cars on a freeway.Clutching the phone to his ear with one hand. He tried his very best to reach her on time as ten cars were hot on his tail. His men drive through and cut people off just like him.Farhan had already called Salar and asked him to get to the place as he was home so he could reach there faster.Hamza's heart was thumping in his ears and something gripped his soul. It was terror. Raw fear of losing his Hooriya. His knuckle turned white with the force he was holding the steering wheel. "Hoor! Talk to me, Hoor!" He growled but he only