Here last chapter is out. Don't worry EPILOGUE is still remaining.

And please don't remove this book from your library as I will be writing bonus chapters every now and than until I start my next story.

So there was this confusion among the readers that how Wahaj met Hoor. I just want to say that they didn't met actually. I didn't planned to write their meeting as Wahaj accidently saw Hoor in her city before she met Zaydan. You know the rest.

Happy reading.

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It was a pure torture for Zaydan to be away from his bride. He sat grumbling in the garden of the palace they booked for the wedding. He sure wanted Hoor to have the wedding as it is once in a lifetime thing but now he was regretting.

She was kept away from him from the time they reached Ooty. Inside she was enjoying with HIS cousins and he was thrown out because according to his sister he was "boring" and they wanted to spend their time with Hoor.

Just one day then he can meet her at mehndi function. He was coaxing his heart himself.

He went to his room to finish his office work as he decided to give his full two weeks to Hoor after wedding and it was still a suspence for her.

He smiled at her thought. This stupid smile of his was jumping frequently as soon as her thoughts cross his mind which was pretty much every second.

He shook his head at his thought. He was surely whipped in her love. Taking out his mobile he looked at her haldi clad form. She was radiating with noor. Her arms, face & legs was applied in turmeric contrasting beautifully with her fair complexion. Her flower jewellery was like a cherry on top. He was having this sudden urge to see her. To hug her to his chest. To never let go of her.

Mirha didn't do justice with him. First she banned him from meeting her and now was herself sending him her photos. He startled at the ping of message and opened it. It was again an image send by Mirha.

Impatiently downloading it he clicked on it hurriedly. His breath hitched at the candid picture. She didn't knew her picture was being taken. She was laughing freely at Hadi who was trying hard to sit in his khala's lap. Her hands were in air in order not to touch Hadi. Her yellow lehenga was little bit pulled up to apply haldi. Her hairs were sticking out from her dupatta which was on her head losely as it was all ladies funtion.

He growled under his breath not able to control himself anymore. He looked at the clock and realised it was quiet late with the subsiding noise from outside. He waited another half an hour and when he was sure everyone went to their respective room he came out.

Standing outside of her room's balcony he thought of something to reach their. Her room was on first floor and was at back side. So getting caught wasn't the problem. Looking here and there his gaze went to wooden stairs kept in the far away corner of the backyard. His eyes lit up at the thing.

In next five minuted he was inside the balcony. To his luck door was open. Stepping inside his eyes searched for the only reason he came here for.

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Hoor was tired as hell. After Fajar dropped her to her room she instantly removed her jewellery leaving flower bangles only in her wrist. Feeling somewhat light she rested in the dressing table's chair and rubbed her neck closing her eyes to soothe the muscles.

In the process of massaging herself she didn't noticed his presence in her room as her eyes were closed.

Zaydan kept his hands around her neck and began to give her massage startling her. She opened her eyes abruptly and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Startled at his presence she abruptly stood up and turned around to face him still not believing his presence with wide eyes.

Zaydan chuckled at her reaction bringing her out of her reverie.

"Ap yaha kya kar rahe hai? Or ap aaye kaise? Kisi ne dekh liya to?" She bombarded him with questions.

"Relax meri jaan. One question at a time. Mai apse milne aya hu through balcony and mujhe kisine nahi dekha." Winking at her he pulled her towards him taking her off guard.

Her breath hitched looking at him closely after so many days. He was looking more handsome with slightly grown stubble and white simple kurta with his sleeves folded upto his elbows.

She looked down shyly away from his scruntizing gaze making his heart go crazy with her innocence as her tiredness flew away.

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"Ramsha ruko..." her steps halted at his voice.

Ali came running to her but she didn't turned around to look at him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" His husky voice sent chill down her spine but she didn't dared to look at his eyes.

"I am not." She whispered in the dark hallway.

"Yes. You are."

"No. Am not."

"YES. YOU ARE." He gritted pressing each letter making her to fiddle nervously. "Hey. Please tell me what happened. We can solve it together. Hmm?" He asked lovingly.

"Nothing happened." She said controlling the shiver in her voice.

"Ramsha." Ha called warningly.

"I am getting engaged. Thats what happened." She whispered shouted not wanting to create a scene at this time of night.

Ali stumbled at her words. He didn't expected her to say this.

"What are you saying? This is not some kind of joke." He said disbelievingly forcing out a laugh.

"Wallah I am not joking." She said now looking directly at his eyes indicating how serious the situation was. Ali's heart beat quickened with the fire in her eyes. He couldn't believe what she said.

"Ra..ramsha. But I love you. How can you marry someone else." He said desperately on the verge of crying stepping towards her but his steps halted when she took a step back.

"I won't deny my parents at any cost. Even if it means to sacrifice myself. You are late Mr. Ali. It would be better if we forget each other." He flinched at her foreign voice. She didn't looked like a same girl he met at Mirha's wedding. She was far away from that.

"And what about me? Huh? What about me Ramsha? You won't deny your parents because you love them right? Than what about me? Didn't you loved me?" He asked with broken voice. Ramsha looked away.

"It...it...was just an infatuation. We will get over it." She whispered looking away hiding her tears from him leaving Ali astonished at her sentence.

"What? You...you think it was an infatuation?" He asked disbelievingly. "Wah. Wah." He clapped his hands sarcastically in front of her face making her flinch. "It surely was infatuation from your side. But at least don't insult my feelings." Stabbing his forefinger at her shoulder harshly he pushed her slightly and taking last glance left her alone not trusting himslef of what he will do if he stood their just for a second more.

While Ramsha held the railing behind her for support. Tears finally made its way down her cheeks. She had to do this. She had to make him hate her, so that he can forget her at least. She can't deny her parents no matter if she had to die everyday.

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Haider was busy in capturing the ongoing commotion between his brother and Ramsha in his mobile hiding behind the pillar. He was so engrossed in it that didn't noticed someone standing closely behind him.

Humeira was standing close behind him peeking in his mobile to see what he was spying on.

"Ye achi baat nahi hai." She whispered in his ear making him abruptly turn around and bump into her with a shreik.

"Kya harkat hai ye?" Haider whisperly shouted making her stumble in her backwards step and was about to fall but he grabbed her hand and steadied her on her feet and retreating his hands quickly.

She was astonished at his rude tone.

"Excuse me." She said with slight attitude lacing her voice.

"Excused." Haider replied arrogantly and passed her but halted when she taunted her.

"Itna arrogance kise dikha rahe hai ap?"

"Apke alawa koi nazar aaraha hai apko yaha?" How could Haider sit back.

"Apki problem kya hai?"

"Meri problem? Ek second. I wasn't the one who was peeking in someone's mobile. Okay" he pointed his finger at her.

"I wasn't the one who was spying on someone." She was adamant on proving her wrong.

"He is my brother." Haider gritted his teeth already annoyed.

"That doesn't means that you will invade his personal life. Or video bhi banali?" She said with wide eyes.

"Dekhiye mohtarma. Ye mera or mere bhai ka masla hai. Ap hoti kon hai hamare bich me bolne wali?" He raised his voice slightly making her flinch. Fear evident in her eyes making him guilt all of a sudden.

"You are right. I am no one. And I shouldn't interfere in YOUR family." Saying meekly she turned around but halted when he grabbed her wrist stopping her movement.

"I am sorry. Mai kuch zyada bol gaya." He dropped her hand when she turned towards him.

"Its okay." She whispered.

"Ice cream khayegi?" He asked suddenly making her surprised by his change of tone.

"Kis khushi me? Or itni thand me kon khata hai ice cream."

"As a sorry. If you will have ice cream with me than only I will know that you accepted my apology. Or rahi baat sardi ki to...aj ap ice cream ka dugna maza lene wali hai. Chaliye." Grabbing her hand unknowingly he dragged her towards kitchen.

He took out ice cream in two bowls and handed one to her. They began to have ice cream in silence. She was really enjoying it.

Haider took a glance at her. He didn't noticed first how beautiful she was looking. Claded in a pink shawl and her hairs opened freely she was looking epitome of beauty.

"I am sorry." He broke out of his thoughts when she barely whispered. When he didn't said anything she continued while playing with the spoon.

"I am really sorry about how I behaved in Bhai's wedding."

"Its okay. I even forgot that incident."

"Oohhh..." she trailed off realising he didn't even thought about her and here she was drowning in guilt day & night for him.

"Apko mai yaad nahi?" She asked glancing at him through lashes. "M...mera matlab hai...mujhe guilty feel hora tha itne dino se or apne shayad wo incident yaad bhi nahi kiya." She clarified her sentence making him chuckle.

"Apko koi kaise bhul sakta hai?" It was not a question rather a statement. She blushingly looked away to hide her blush.

No one said anything after that.

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"Ap call rakhe." Safiya said for the upteenth time that night but the person on the other side was not ready to leave her at any cost.

"Khabardar jo tumne call cut ki. Mai tumhare room me aa jaunga." He threatened her yet again.

"To ap rakhde na call." She whined at last. "Mai thak gayi hu."

"Ha to baat karne me kon thakta hai?" He said making her sigh.

"Ap bhot ziddi hai."

"Ye tum mujhe ap-ap kyu kehti ho? Itna pyara naam hai mera. Naam liya karo." He stated making her lost of words.

"Aisehi. Ap bade hai na mujhse." She just shrugged her shoulders although he couldn't see her.

"Ab itna bhi koi bada nahi hu mai." He grumpingly said making her chuckle and he unknowingly smiled at her melodious laughter.

"Acha mujhe ab nind aarahi hai phone rakhe." She pouted which he could only imagine.

"Pehle mera naam lo." Her eyes widened on his demand.

"Mai phone rakh rahi hu." She said still surprised at his demand. She hadn't took his name after developing their feelings and now it was sounding foreign to her.

"Rakho phone mai aa raha hu tumhare room me." He got up ready to see her.

"Nahi. Nahi. Nahi. Ruke. Mai bol rahi hu na." She whined making him stop at his place.

"I am waiting."

"Ap bhot bure hai Ahmer." Saying quickly she cut off the call.

His heartbeat quickened by listening his name from her mouth. He so wanted to rush to her room and crush her into hug, but he can't rush the things as for now. He had to wait till he is stable enough to deserve her.

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Fajar was lost in thoughts of Ibrahim. The only person on her mind constantly now a days. She couldn't believe herself that how comfortable she was getting with the thought of spending her life with Ibrahim. She began to like the idea of belonging to him.

She wasn't herself anymore. Ibrahim hadn't talked to her since the conversation at Mirha's reception. But he use to message her every day and night. No matter if she replied or not. She hadn't even replied him for once, but that doesn't stop him to message her.

His one line statements would make her heart flutter. She was feeling lucky to have him as her supposed husband. Everytime her mobile would ping with message a smile would automatically adorn her face without even looking at it.

She got out of her reverie again by the ping of her mobile. A smile broke at her face yet again without seeing the message. Hurriedly she picked up her phone and opened the message.

Was looking earthreal today.😘

The kissing emoji at last made her blush deeply. She wasn't used to this emotion but knew whatever it was, she loved it. As usual she didn't replied to his heart fluttering message. Keeping her phone on bed side table she was about to lay down when her phone started to ring indicating the call.

Frowning confusesly she picked up the cellphone and got the biggest shock. The name flashing through the screen made her heart to run a marathon. Ibrahim was calling her for the first time.

She picked up the call and pressed the phone on her ear with her heart beating at abnormal pace.

"Assalamualailum." His gruff yet gentle voice send a shiver down her spine.

"Waleakumassalam." Her voice came out in whisper.

"Kaisi ho?"

"Thik hu."

"Tum khush to ho na?" He asked making her surprised at sudden question.

"Kya matlab?"

"Mera matlab hai is rishte se khush to ho na? Tumne kabhi mere messages ka reply nahi kiya...kabhi khud se message bhi nahi kiya. Mai jaha jaata hu waha se bhag jati ho. Agar tumhe kisine force kiya hai to mujhe batado Fajar. Mai khud sorry kar lunga hamari family se tumhe koi kuch nahi kahega." Fajar was surprisingly taking in his words.

"Mujhe kisi ne force nahi kiya. Ap logo ki yahi problem hoti hai. Jab chaha rishta jod liya jab chaha todne ki baat karli." She huffed angrily making him startle.

"Iska matlab tum khush ho is rishte se?" He couldn't believe his ears what she said.

"Agar mai khush na hoti to kabhi ha nahi karti." She said coldly.

"Naraz ho gai?"

"Nahi mai to bhot khush hu na. Apne rishta todne ki baat jo ki." She replied sarcastically making him control his chuckle not wanting to push her wrong buttons.

"I am sorry sweetheart. I just wanted to know if you are happy or not." Fajar's heart flutter at the endearment. Awkwardness long ago vanished in thin air.

"I am happy. Very happy." She whispered blushingly.

"Than why didn't you replied to my messages?"

"Because I don't want to do this chatting and talking before marriage. You can message me all you want." His heart swell with pride listening to her reason. She didn't want to indulge in haram things.

"Every single time you make me proud of choosing you as my other half and I thank Allah as much as I could for making you mine." He said softly making colors to rise on her cheeks.

"Allah hafiz." Whispering yet again she cut the call unwillingly.

He smiled idiotically at his phone. Her recent pic which Haider sent him just half an hour ago adorning his wallpaper. He couldn't control himself and pecked her pic lightly still grinning ear to ear.

He couldn't wait to have her by his side completely.

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Hoor groaned in her sleep feeling a heavy arm snaked around her. Turning to look at her husband her lips itself turned into a smile. She began to trace each and every feature of his face. Zaydan scrunched his face feeling ticklish making jer giggle. Opening his eyes he saw the most beautiful sight in front of him. In her messy look she was giggling slightly looking at him but as soon as her eyes met his, her eyes widened and she looked down blushing and started to play with his shirt's button nervously.

Zaydan brushed her hairs away from her face which were distracting his amazing view.

"Subah bakhair meri jaan." He whispered lovingly kissing her forehead.

"Subah bakhair." She whispered still not meeting his eyes.

Bringing her more closer to himself he sighed in content. But it didn't seems to be same for her as she started wriggle in his grip.

"Chodeee. Koi aajayega. Bhot der ho gai apko jana chahiye." She said still wanting him to leave her but not paying heed to her demands he pulled her more on himself.

"First give me my morning dose." He said making her blush.

"No!" She said stubbornly. "Nothing until wedding nig..." She was about to say further but realised her sentence.

"Wedding what?" He asked amusedly clearly teasing her.

"Nothing." She mumbled looking away.

"It didn't seemed to be nothing last night." He had the audacity to tease her again in the compromising position they were in.

"Zaydan chodeee na. Warna ham apse baat nahi karege." She threatened him making his eyes go wide in horror.

"You can't do this."

"I can. And I will."

"This isn't fair." He whined making her almost to melt but composed herself.

"Everhthing is fair in love and war." Winking at him she distracted him making his grip to lose around her amd taking a chance she sprinted out of the bed.

"You should be gone until I return. Otherwise I really will not talk to you." Pointing at him she went inside the bathroom leaving him surprised. Sighing he got out of the bed and went towards the balcony and lazily started stepping down.

He turned around as soon as his feets touched the ground only to come face to face with his youngest chachu.

"Ch...chachu a...ap?" He stammered after being caught while his Chachu glared daggers at him.

"Pehli fursat me nikal yaha se." He grumbled and Zaydan didn't need to be told twice as he sprinted out of there.

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Ali flinched from his sleep tiredly from the loud knock on his door. After his and Ramsha's conversation he slept quite late. And now early morning they were disturbing him.

Groaning sleepily he opened the door to come face to face with his idiotic brother with his idiotic smile.

"Kya hai yaar Hamza. Kyu subah subah sawar hua hai mere sir par?" He asked irritatedly.

"Headquarter se order aya hai. Meeting k liye bulaya hai tujhe jald se jald." Ali's eyes went wide hearing him.

"Kyu?"

"Pata nahi. Lekin tujhe bulaya hai sirf. Mujhe bhi nahi aane de rahe andar. Haider bhi andar hi hai."