Zoya's POV:---

Farah, Iqra and Iram led me towards the hall where my Rukhsati was going to take place.

Blinking my tears that was about to fall from my eyes. The guards threw the door open and a torrent of rose petals was showered on us, mostly on me. The whole hall was decorated beautifully with different flowers but mostly with roses and Tulip my favourite. A huge red carpet was splattered on the ground, so that I could walk on it. I was awestruck from all this and at that moment I felt like a princess.

My eyes wandered around to see everyone eyes from children to teenager to old people were on me. I felt myself getting anxious. Until it went towards the stage, all my nervousness and anxiousness flies away. I bit her lip to stop myself from smiling when I saw a certain person on the stage. My person. My cheeks were an exact colour of rose when I saw his eyes lit in approval as he drank in my appearance and gave me a wink in the end. Despite this I still noticed his eyes slightly brimmed with tears.

He was standing on the stage wearing a white sherwani. His black hair was styled back to frame his face. He had a big smile on his face, letting dimples appear on both side of his cheeks. He was looking so handsome and frighteningly enigmatic like a King who was ready to have his Queen by his side.

I break my gaze from him with my heart pounding in my chest. I was walking towards the aisle with the support of my sister and my best friends. Just I was about to climb the last stair, I mistakenly put my heels on my heavy embroidery gown and was about to fall and embarrassed myself in front of hundreds of people that I mostly don't know. A warm hand grip my wrist and steady me. A few whistles and a chorus of 'Oh ho!!' was heard from behind me and around me. Probably my best friends and cousins from my mother side. If possible, my face was much more red than before.

I could still feel his intense gaze on me and I suddenly became too coy under his intense gaze.

Chuckling, he pulled me towards him and whispered lowly, "Nikkah Mubarak ho, Mrs Zoya Ayaan Khan!!".

I felt like all the butterfly that exists in the world were right now in my stomach. "Aapko bhi." I replied lowly with great difficulty.

Third Person's POV:---

'Abhi Bhi Waqt Hai Zoya, run away.' The bride thought to herself. But as she remembered her Ammi smiling face and her Abba's slightly teary eyes earlier back in her room, that thought quickly vanished.

Deep down, Zoya had accepted the cruel reality. And like every girl she decided to give up on her love just for her parents sake.

Her eyes went towards the clock that was placed on the wall, it was past 6.p.m. A frown overtook her beautiful features as she recalled that her Nikkah was supposed to take place at exact 6.p.m. Just then she saw Iram enter the room dressed in pink lehenga looking like a goddess, who had a big smile on her face. A loud commotion was heard from outside the room that is from the hall. Mostly her parents and Gulnaz Phuphi voice. She instinctly stand up and about to go out when Iram stopped her. "Where do you think you are going, Dulhan Sahiba?"

"What's going on outside?" The bride asked slightly worried.

Iram made the bride sat on the chair and adjusted the dupatta on her head and smirked, "Wahi Jo Hona Chahiye, Zoya".

Outside, the hall was full of guests totally unaware that the groom was missing and the bride was stood up by the groom.

"Kaha Hai Aapka Nalayak Beta, Gulnaz Aapa?" Ahmed, Zoya's Abba asked angrily pulling her sister in the corner with his wife by his side.

"Ahmed I did called all his friends, but they don't know where he is." Gulnaz replies, with tears flowing down her eyes.

"Agar Nikkah Karna Hi Nahi Tha Toh Bata Deta. Es Tarah End Time Pe Gayab Nahi Hona Chahiye Tha, Mustafa Ko." Ahmed scowls, to which she retorted.

"Idhar Mera Baccha Nahi Milra Hai Aur Tujhe Nikkah Ki Padhi Hai!!!!"

He was taken back by his sister's word. Afifa rushed towards them out of breath and a terror look on her face.

"Ammi, Yeh Dekhe!! Bhai Ne Message Kiya Hai Aapke Mobile Pe."

But before Gulnaz can check it, Ahmed snatched the Mobile from Afifa and read out loud enough for them to hear.

'Ammi, maaf kar de jeyega mujhe. Nahi kar sakta mai Zoya se Nikkah.'

Throwing her Mobile on the ground breaking it into pieces. Ahmed hissed. "Dekhre Ho Apni Aulaad Ke Kaarname. Aaj Se Aapka Aur Mera Rishta Khatam. Don't you dare show me your face ever again. Warna Mere Se Bura Koi Nahi Hoga."

With that he walked away, Gulnaz whole body got stilled and fresh tears started streaming down her eyes. As she saw her brother going away, her eyes immediately went towards Nasreen and she held her hands and pleaded, "Nasreen...."

Nasreen pulled her hands back and followed her husband.

"What are we going to do now, Ahmed?" Nasreen asked with teary eyes.

"I don't know." Ahmed said with his shoulder slumped, deep in his thoughts.

"Kya Nahi Kiya Aapne Apni Behen Ke liye. And is this how she pay us back." Nasreen said with remorse looking at her husband, who was silenced. Don't know what to say.

"Mazak Ban Jaaege Hum En Sabke Samne. And what about Zoya? She will be taunted for this for the rest of her life."

Ahmed who was silently listening to all this, couldn't help but feel concerned and sad for his daughter. Which he never for her ever before.

"Nasreen Aapa, Sab Khairiyat?" Asked Bushra, Iqra and Iram Ammi, with her husband and Ayaan parents by her side.

"Yes, everything's alright." Ahmed answered for her.

"Kuch Theek Nahi hai." Said Nasreen immediately, glaring at her husband. "His nephew ran away, Nahi Karni Usai Zoya Se Nikkah."

"W---What?" Bushra gasped with her hands on her mouth and her eyes wide open.

"Yeh Kya Kehre Ho Tum, Nasreen?" Asked Mehwish, Ayaan's Ammi in disbelief.

"Reality." Nasreen whispered.

"Phir Socha Hai Ki Karna Kya Hai Ab?" Asked Rizwan, Ayaan's Abba looking at Zoya's parents.

"Inse Pucheye!!" Nasreen exclaims, making Ahmed looked away, he couldn't help but blame himself.

"Mai Pehle Se Es Rishte Ke Khilaaf Thi Par Ek Nahi Suni Inhone Mere." Said Nasreen with her wobbly lips.

"Nasreen don't cry. Everything is going to be alright." Bushra cooed, rubbing her hands up and down Nasreen's back to calm her down.

"Kaise Bushra? It's not like someone else will show up and marry my daughter." Nasreen said with a humourless laugh.

A long silence passes by, suddenly someone spoke up, "My son will marry Zoya." Mehwish stated, making everyone look at her, Rizwan was looking at her with proud look and once again felt himself fall for his wife, Mehwish.

After that everyone walked towards Ayaan. Ayaan who was standing beside his brother and his friends in the hall, but when he gaze fall on them. He knew his plan worked.

Mehwish pulled him in the side with Rizwan, Nasreen, Ahmed, Bushra and her husband surrounding him. As he was their only hope.

"Ji Mumma." He said looking at his mother, Mehwish innocently.

"Do you trust me?" She asked with a serious look.

"Mumma, yeh Kya puchre hai Aap? Obviously yes." He said sincerely.

"Then marry Zoya!!!" She stated, totally catching him off. He did expected this. But he didn't knew that her mumma would be this straightforward.

"Bu-But wasn't she supposed to marry Mustafa?" Ayaan asked faking a confused look.

"Well something happened." Bushra stated, he took some time to think, which he obviously didn't wanted to. But for the show he had to.

He very well know where Mustafa was. Because he was the one who had him kidnapped.

Smiling internally, "Yes, I will marry Zoya".

All the while the bride wasn't aware of anything.

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I was in deep thoughts, when the door of the room opened and enters Ammi and Farah with Qazi along with my cousin, best friends and various aunties.

Ammi came beside me and stretched my dupatta and hide my face, but not before placing a kiss on my forehead. While Ayaan's Ammi, Mehwish sat on other side of. My eyes wandered around the room, but weirdly Gulnaz Phuphi and Afifa weren't present.

'Doesn't she had any decency to atleast be here when her daughter-in-law is getting married to her son?' I thought to myself.

"Do you, Zoya Ahmed Malik daughter of Ahmed Malik accept Ayaan Rizwan Khan son of Rizwan Khan as your husband?"

Wait!! I felt like I hear Ayaan's name instead of Mustafa. I think it was an illusion isn't it?

"Do you accept Ayaan Khan as your husband?" The Qazi asked again.

There was complete silence in the room. No one uttered a single word. Everyone was waiting for my answer. Whereas I had a shocked expression on my face and if possible my mind was processing in slow mode.

My hands were clammy and heart beating really fast, like it wanted to come out of my body and do a break dance out of happiness. Unshed tears in my eyes started pouring down my face, as I saw my prayer coming true.

I looked around at everyone and then spotted Iqra standing behind the Qazi with Saqib in her hands and gestured me to say yes. And then Ammi squeezed my hand, so without delaying anymore.

"Qubool Hai."

"Do you, Zoya Ahmed Malik daughter of Ahmed Malik accept Ayaan Rizwan Khan son of Rizwan Khan as your husband?"

"Qubool Hai."

"Do you, Zoya Ahmed Malik daughter of Ahmed Malik accept Ayaan Rizwan Khan son of Rizwan Khan as your husband?"

"Qubool Hai." I replied the third and final time.

The Qazi made duas and then I signed the Nikkah Nama.

After that, Ammi hugged me tightly and sobs, "I know that was a bit shock. But thanks for saying yes. Congratulations, Mere Laado."

Farah Appi too came and congratulated me but with a suspicious look.

Then came, the twins Ammi, Bushra who hugged me for a whole five minutes and exclaiming how happy she is for me.

"Masha'Allah, Hoor Jaese Biwi Mili Hai Mere Bete Ko. May Allah bless you both with an healthy and wonderful life together with lot of beautiful memories." Mehwish said kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, Aunty." I said shyly.

"Aunty, Nahi Mumma Bola Karo Mujhe." Mehwish said with a fake anger, making everyone laugh.

Iqra walk towards me, looking at me with a bit of attitude, while twerling her hairs in a finger.

"Jethani Hu Mai Tumhaare, Izzat Kiya Karo Mere Ab Se. Mere Har Hukkum Ka Palan Karna Hoga Tumhe."

"Mumma." I called out, to which Mehwish warned her, "Iqra!!!"

"Waah Mumma!! Aapne Toh Party Hi Badal De, Hurt Kar Diya Aapne Mujhe." Iqra accused Mehwish a bit dramatically, again a chorus of laugh was heard.

Then Iram congratulated me a bit emotionally. "Aunty Apka Ek Aur Beta Nahi Hai?" She asked to Mehwish.

"Why beta?"

"My twin sister and my best friend are both married to your son. So I was thinking if there's any vacancy for me."

Everyone was laughing, except Bushra who shake her head at her daughter antiques. She did a great job at raising her!!!

"Sorry beta, but I only had two sons." Mehwish replies while laughing. "But feel free to visit our home anytime."

While everyone was conversing with each other, I was in deep thoughts, I wasn't Zoya Ahmed Malik anymore. I was married woman now and was officially his. Zoya Ayaan Malik.

Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!!

Finally Ayaan and Zoya are married🥳🥳!!! Anyone excited for next chapter🤭?

Sorry, for not updating last week. I wasn't well. But still as an apology I will upload another chapter tomorrow.

The book name is 'He Would Never Know'.

I did upload the prologue of that book.

It would really mean a lot to me if you guys do check that book and if possible do comment.

See you tomorrow, till then Do VOTE, COMMENT & SHARE!!!

15.06.2021