She didn't even turn around to look at him, smirking as the man in front of her shudder in clear fear and she loves to watch his fear because when he thought his facade of masculinity will have her cowardice, watching her would-be husband with pure masculinity is so much better.

He walks towards her sitting beside her as their guards surround them and his eyes narrow at the person who dares call something so low to his wife. He wouldn't spare anyone having any words or even thoughts about her and this man here claimed her like she was his personal property. She is not even his property, to begin with, and he dared to claim her.

The man shakes in fear with the fire that burns in his eyes like a pure burning volcano and with one wrong move it will erupt burning him without any mercy.

"I-I-". Ali started

He leans back drumming his fingers on the table and her scent welcomes him wholeheartedly taking his senses away from the target in front of him instead he drove in insanity forgetting everything.

He didn't even dare to look at her at the risk that he wouldn't be able to focus on anything then.

"You know I don't take woman respect as a joke and you dared to disrespect a woman and not just any woman. You dared to disrespect my woman without fear or conscious. If you think of a woman as someone lowly I will show you just how wrong you are". He warned gesturing his guards, "Teach this man that he came from a woman and his generation will be carried by one and he needs to learn that woman is our honour, not something to be dealt in ways he fancy".

Ali was taken away by his guards.

"Did you eat something?". He asked changing to sit in front of her because the proximity was ruining his senses

But he didn't realise that changing seat will not be of any help because he has sit right in front of her and the moment her eyes looks at him with a beautiful glee in them had his heart thunders so loud that he felt it may come out.

"Not yet. I wouldn't have eaten with that man". She replied disgustedly

"Why?. Do you feel better?". He asked taking the menu to order food

"Because meals are meant to be shared and eaten with the one you care about, not one you feel threaten from". She said shrugging having him shocked at her words, "I feel ok".

"Ok is not good enough. Let's eat". He said smiling his best smile

She can feel it.

She feels her heart moving towards him begging for his love. She isn't someone who would easily fall for a man, not after the things she had done before for one. She hates begging for love hence the reason she tries her best not to be affected by him. But how long can hold her heart from not beating for him?.

"Why are you in contact with that man?". He asked after they were done ordering placing his chin on his hand that was on the table looking directly in her crystal eyes that have him hypnotised

"Well, my father liked the man and our previous contract ended. He demanded that I come in person to sign the next one because apparently, he had something to discuss". She said nonchalantly gulping when the admiration his eyes was so prominent and he didn't even try to hide it

"You are a very complicated woman". He said softly tilting his head a little

She shrugged, "I have heard worse".

"Well, you shouldn't". He said stern not liking it

"So, when is the marriage?". She asked having him choke on the water he was drinking to calm his anger

"How about in two weeks so we can settle everything?". He suggested

She shrugged, "I don't care. The faster the better".

"Do you wish for something?. Do you want something from me or anything I can provide for you"? He asked genuinely wanting to find the best thing he can do for her

"Stay with me and be loyal to me. That is all I ask". She said with the hint of seriousness in her voice

"I promise". He said smiling as her hair flew with wind falling on her face

His hand itch to remove those strand away and feel the utter softness of them in his finger as he wishes to know the silky length of them. He didn't do anything still admiring her as she irritated remove her hair away tying them in a bun as she did in the morning.

They look good open. He thoughts sulking

"Why the long face?". She asked curiously with a hint of a smile at how adorable he looks

"Nothing". He said sighing, "What about the wedding?. What's your plan?".

"I don't have such plans or demands". She said as the food arrive and she starts to play with it, "But I have one". He nodded as she continued, "Can we have one big function instead of two?".

"Why is that?". He asked confused

"I just don't want to dress up one day after another". She cringes as she thinks of the dresses and everything

He chuckles making her heartbeat rapidly, "As you wish, my lady".

*****

"Finally you showed your face". She heard her mother the minute she enter inside her house

She didn't speak.

"How did you manage to have your hands on him?". Her mother asked curiously, "Must have done some amazing things to attract him right?. Did you seduce him?. There is no way a man like him would have fallen for you willingly".

"Mother, if you would excuse me. I have work to do". She said as she feels someone holding her neck in a tight grip

"Because of you my fun went away and living such a great life. You are meant to listen, follow and obey me now". Her mother screamed angrily holding her arm in a tight grip, "Know that if you don't send me regular checks with the big amount after marrying this boy I will tell him every single thing about you".

Her eyes hardened as she pushes her mother hand away about to speak but then the words ring in her ears.

"I want you to stay with them and provide for them. I want you to keep them happy no matter what. Please, appi, you can do that for me, right?".

She starts to move away when her mother holds her hand turning her around slapping her hard. She didn't even shout a single word in pain that she felt. Because the pain in her heart remains louder and stronger to even feel her own pain anymore. The pain of hurting an innocent life. The pain of never been forgiven by her.

Her sins were too many.

And forgiving was her Lord.

Her mother walks away satisfied after she has given her the beating her little sister used to receive. She knows her father is somewhere drunk out of his mind not caring about anyone and it was no use speaking to him. He was worse than her mother.

He wasn't her father.

She has no idea who her father is all she knows is that her mother trapped her stepfather in her charm that she was implying to her that she have used to trap Adam. Her stepfather had a daughter (Huda) two years younger than her. Her mother always fed her heart with pure hate for her. A child's heart is the most precious thing that their mother can play with- to either have them good in someone good or to turn in the worse being on earth.

She was the worse one alive.

She walks into her room standing in front of the mirror watching her lips bleeding and the mark on her cheeks that she will have to hideaway. Now with so much media around, she cannot have any mishaps because they have eyes of an eagle and she fears her sin being presented to the world.

She knows that even when her Lord is the most merciful and forgiving that's not the case with people. They will become lawyer, judge, scholar and whatnot passing verdict and probably deciding that she is better off dead than living.

That's just how it works.

Human is losing empathy rapidly without realising. A single comment, a single word even a certain way of looking at another being can leave a long time effect on their souls that pierces and kill them from the inside. We are nothing- nothing beside mere being of our Lord who is here to worships, repent and live in our test not criticise, court and defame someone just because their action doesn't make sense to you.

Speak good or don't speak.

As simple and easy as that.

She heard her phone ringing breaking her inner turmoil of breakdown to find his number flashing over it. She comprehends for the longest moment until the call ended that if this is the best time to answer him because she wasn't herself.

She was just a broken girl with a broken heart.

Perhaps her pure self.

She heard the phone ringing over and over again ending each time until it went to probably 100 calls, messages and voice notes. Then she proceeds to answer it because she knows to worry him will only pain her more.

"Izra, are you ok?. Are you not feeling well?". He asked and the concern in his voice and the softness of it was enough to have her breakdown completely

"Adam". She said hoarsely as she cries all alone in her room, "Adam, I don't deserve you. You don't deserve me, please, cancel this wedding. I promise to find-".

"Yeh Dobara na bolna". He said a stern, "Mujhe yeh dobara nahi suna k kyun tum mere liye achi nahi ho. Mai apna acha jaanta huin, Izra, aur mera acha sirf tum ho, agr tum nahi ho gi toh kasam kahta huin koi aur bhi nahi ho gi".

(Don't ever say this again) (I don't want to listen as to why you are not good for me. I know what's good for me, Izra. And my goodness is just you, if it's not you then I swear it will be no one else either)

"Per agar mai phir achi na lagi toh?". She asked with pain and innocence lacing through her voice (what if you don't like me later)

He felt his heart clenched hearing her. He had not seen her cry no matter what she appears so bold and strong to never be broken by any- not even when his mother, Alina and that man was on her. She didn't break under pressure once and he knows she cannot be broken by anyone from outside but he knows the way she shakes while speaking to her sister- the only one who can truly break her are the inside.

"Ishq e maan". He said softly as if he were to speak any louder or stronger he will break her further, "Apne aashiq ki toh qadar kartay hain, na pasand nahi".

(The love of mine) (We glorify our lover, not dislike them)

"Poori umar?". She asked sniffing as she feels the blooming feelings in her chest (Whole life)

"Kasam kahta huin poori umar k liye tumhara huin aur tum meri". He said smiling (I swear I am yours for this whole life and you are mine)

She smiles lightly.

"Now wipe your tears away". He said and she followed his direction, "I will video call you in few minutes so go freshen yourself".

"N-No, not video call". She said hurriedly

"I will call you right now then". He said ending the call and the next minute he video called her

She took a deep breath knowing he is meant to know about this someday.

"Izra". He gasped watching the mark on her face as his blood starts to burn in fury," Kis ki majhal thi k us nay tum per hath uthaya?. Mujhe batao mai khatam kar duin ga un ko". (Who dare to raise hand on you?. Tell me I will not leave them)

She sighs, "My mother".

His heart stilled.

He sits down on the couch in order to not stumble from the impact of her words.

"Why?". He asked lowly afraid that maybe her next words won't break her but they will break him for sure

"Kyun k mere gunnah bohat zayada hai, Adam". She said as her eyes brimmed with tears again (Because my sins are too many)

"Aur maaf aur saza dayne ka haq sirf Allah ka hai". He said softly wishing that she was here with him so he would have held her to him to console her (And to forgive and punish is only from the Lord)

"Shayeed meri saza logo se munsalik ho". She said crying (Maybe my punishment is to come from people)

"Woh ittna bhi sakht nahi k apnay bando ko is tarha ki aziyat dai, Meri Jaan". He said softly,"I wish you were here so I can tend to your wounds". (Lord is not that hard that he punish his being in such a way, my life)

"You already are". She said smiling but hisses in pain watching his eyes shining in similar pain

"Let's do the marriage early". He said making her eyes widen

"What?. Why?. We can't do everything-". She started

"I don't care. We can settle everything after marriage. I don't want you in that house any longer". She feels the hint of anger and anxieties in his voice and she ended agreeing like a person spellbound

*****

She looks at herself being dolled into a bride. She had to agree that she disliked every single thing of marriage and she didn't really have anyone with her beside him through their various calls and messages every minute. He had called everyone to the palace but his parents decided it was best for her to stay in their quarter.

He had sent her message pleading to meet but she had fun not listening to him even when her heart wished to. Him being a prince he cannot overlap and come to her because the security knows his every move and he wouldn't want anyone blaming her for his actions.

Also, he took it on himself to have her henna done asking his mother for help who wasn't reluctant but did what her son asked from her.

She looks down at the darker shade on her hands and her heart whispers the love and her mind replays all the promises he had done in these few days.

Since, it was one event she knows that he will come in any moment to take her with him and her heart couldn't help but beat rapidly. She loves her dress and everything now because of the pure excitement of watching him looking at her in such a luxurious style is a thing she can do for life. She knows he loves it when her hair is down and even when everyone insisted that brides should have hair tied together she didn't agreed forcing them to allow her hair to be free for him to be pleased.

Him, on the other hand, was filling with anxiousness and nervousness. He had never been this nervous in any phase of his life maybe because every phase he had guidelines with it and here he was on his own to find his path through. He had straightened his clothes and gelled his hair looking at himself more time than his entire life to look the best for her. He knows she looks looking at his eyes because they always bring her to him so he had not allowed any of his hair to be around so she can look at him as much as she wants.

Because pleasing her was the only thing on his mind. He had met her father and mother and the anger he felt that moment was beyond. He could have done and fought if it wasn't for her who had asked him not to do it.

He was tapping his feet as everyone seem to have work for him and not leaving him alone. Their Nikkah was done in the simplest way in the morning and he was so close to run to her when he was held back because she had to get ready and so did he. Only he knows how he passed each minute looking at the clock wishing that time flies already.

"We are leaving now so get your wife and be on time". His father ordered patting his back, "Did you get her gift?".

"Ji, baba". He said smiling

His father nodding patting his back again as he walks inside the car. The other car drove her family to the venue. He knows she didn't wish to invite anyone to the wedding but he did invite someone.

This time as he heads towards his bedroom where she was now because he wished to look at her for the first time as his wife in his room waiting for him he felt the excitement taking over his features and his smile could have blinded people now.

He stands in front of the door taking a deep breath opening the door sending a quick prayer to his Lord entering inside and closing the door behind him. As he expected she didn't sit as an ordinary bride on the bed waiting she was not an ordinary she was much more so she stands in their terrace enjoying the fresh air that blows her silky hair everywhere.

His heart tugged within his chest he leans on the wall for support admiring his inexpressible beauty standing in a little distance from him. He knows she has allowed her hair to be in those soft curls because he loves them and he had to agree that right now as he tries his best to stay sane he wasn't anywhere near it.

All he wishes was to cancel the function and take her in his arms talking and loving her all night. These emotions weren't the one he felt before Nikaah but the power of it was so strong and compelling that even he cannot resist it.

He looks down at his choice of the designer dress she had worn. His mother had gone out of the way to not take part so he had taken on himself to have the best designer on her case and have a beauty like her in a beautiful dress that matches her in every way possible. He had imagined a day in and out while he was giving instructions and finding the dress of how she will look in it but he couldn't say that his imagination did any justice to how she looked right now.

She was magnificent.

"Yeh Duniya bohat zalim hai". He said smiling as he moves towards her (This world is harsh)

She knows he was there and looking at her. The feeling of his scorching gaze at her and the way it held desires for her had her weak. She feels herself drifting far away from her sane thoughts to a rather different path she never thought she will ever take.

"Woh kyun?. Ap ko kia kah diya?. Mujhe batein ap, mai sub ko dekh luin gi". She said turning to her matching his smile and the admiration she held while taking in his appearance (Why?. What did they say to you?. Tell me I will deal with them)

"Mujhe kahti hai k mai apni begum sahiba se nahi mil sakta". He said whining (They told me I can't meet my queen)

She chuckles, "Chalein thora door toh kia hai ab dobara toh kuch nahi bol sakti hai ap ko". (Oh! It's fine they separated you for a moment now they can never do it again)

"Mai bolnay bhi nahi duin ga. Meri begum se mujhe koi dor karay mujhe bardasht nahi". He said forwarding his hand to hold her soft one he had often imagined (I won't let them say. Someone separate me from my wife I won't tolerate it)

She places her hand in his making their heart pound loudly.