It was a bright morning right after Haniya's wedding. The event was successful and now Haniya is finally at her real home to everyone's satisfaction. Rahila, Pari, Moin and Mohib already gone to Haniya's place with breakfast as tradition while everyone in haveli gathering for breakfast on dinning table.

The last person to join them was Zayan who was stepping down from the huge staircase, hair still damp from shower but perfectly gelled, 5'O clock shadow on his fairly handsome face. Dressed formally in one of his finest grey business suit with no tie; suit jacket on his arms. His ray ban aviators resting on the opening of top botton of his crisp white shirt. He was looking like an international top model right out of the magazine. Looking at him any one would say he is one of God's special edition.

However something was still different with him today this morning, his face radiating more than any other day, no stress lines marking his forehead. His demeanor carrying a positive aura around him. Maybe because he finally got free from the responsibility of his only sister.

Muskaan just couldn't taker her eyes of him, he was achingly beautiful to her. Even in her wildest dreams she can't believe that this godly creature is going to be hers. Moreover he himself chosen her for him. She is one hella lucky girl! She thought and blushed to herself.

Ignoring her "heart eyes" expression he moved past her, taking his chair right beside the head chair awhere Bijaan was sitting already and smiled at him affectionately whereas Muskaan blind in his charms was unbothered about his ignorance and lack of attention towards her still stared at him blushing like a love sick and got up taking his jacket to his surprise from his hand and hanging it on the back of his chair still shy, her cheeks tinted red.

"Assalam Walaikum!"

He greeted everyone with his charming smile; again ignoring Muskaan after giving her an awkward thankful smile which she responded with another of her tinted blush which started to annoy him now.

"Walaikum Assalam!"

"By the way Zayan why didn't you go to Haniya's in-laws house? She is your only sister you should have gone there; what will they think about us haa?" Bijaan asked feeling little upset about Zayan ignorance for such tradition.

"Bijaan vo raat ko so nahi paya tha bs. Late night wedding fir kuch tension thi isliye. But you don't worry I will apologize to them." He told her honestly while filling his plate with breakfast.

"Tension? Sab thik to hai?" His mother ask in concern.

"Yes Mamma! just business and stuffs." He smiled assuring her.

"Shukar!" her mother sighed "acha btao Muskaan kesi lag rahi hai?" She asked him excitedly changing the topic

"Khaas tumhare liye taiyyar hui thi, tumhare sath Jana chahti thi Haniya k ghar. Or jb tum nahi gaye to ye bechari b ruk gai." Zayan's mother filled him with details of the morning.

"Really?" He was amused.

"And look she even insisted to wear your favourite colour; blue!"

Muskaan's mother nodded then exclaimed proudly and Muskaan face heated up in shyness who was still standing between space of Bijaan and Zayan's chair and glared at ger mother mouthing "mamma stop!"

Zayan who was busy having his breakfast and least interested about Muskaan activity suddenly stop after hearing what her mother said his eyes snapped in Muskaan's direction.

He stared at her for a long moment checking her out in his favourite colour. No doubt; Muskaan is a really beautiful woman and she was looking enthralling in blue and the blush she has on her face look more angelic while feeling his gaze on herself.

"Well sorry to disappoint you Muskaan but its white now." He informed her sympathetically.

"W..What?"Muskaan frowned in confusion.

"Colour!" He cleared her confusion before engaging himself with his food a lazy yet dreamy smile on his face.

The reason of his changed heart and choices flashed in his mind in face of a woman with long brown hairs, innocent big brown eyes, features as sharp as diamond. His wife! He mostly have encountered her in white; She indeed is an angel.

Zayan was snapped out from his day dreaming when he heard the sound of chair screeching beside him. It was Muskaan; before she can sit on the chair Zayan stopped her by holding her wrist while she frowned looking confused.

"I guess its not appropriate to sit together now. Don't you think?" He mumbled only for her to hear. His sentence has hidden meaning that she took in other sense. She nodded and shyly moved to sit on another chair.

"Mahbooba bi!" He yelled loudly for his head servant when she came rushing.

"Ji Nawab Sahab?"

"Call Mahira Begum for breakfast and inform her; I will drop her to university." He ordered strictly.

Mahbooba eyes widen in shock and horror.

"Mahi baji, Nawab Sahab?" She stuttered in hope of clearing her confusion of what she heard.

"Ji Mahbooba ji! Mahira Begum." he confirmed glaring at her sternly; emphasizing on Begum.

Bijaan and everyone on the table were dumbfounded too by the declaration of Zayan addressing Mahi as Begum but no one spoke anything just exchange look of disbelief, confusion and fear among them while Zayan didn't even bother to check that they all stopped eating now.

"Zayan?" Bijaan voice held disbelief.

"Ji?"

"Mahi...."

Before Bijaan can even start properly everyone's attention diverted to the nearing sound of flipping slippers. Mahira was looking down nervously while stepping down from stairs; to Zayan surprise again in plain white chicken salwar and kurta, her head loosely covered with dupatta, traces of her straight hair peeking out.

She was confused as why he called her when she was never invited before. Maybe he is finally going to announce the news she was dreading the most. She stood there fidgeting with her dupatta feeling awkward and clueless; wild thoughts filling her head.

Zayan who was again drinking in her beauty. It seems like it has become his favourite task; just starring her. He stood up from his chair, his expression morphed into neutral not giving away anything going in his brain.

He warily approached her while everyone on table stared at him dreadfully and anticipated. It turned into another shock for them when he held Mahira's hand in his. Her eyes widen in surprise. And started dragging her towards the dinning table then pulling out the same chair for her that he stopped Muskaan from taking.

"Sit here!" he smiled at her warmly and then took his previous position that was beside her.

Mahi stared at him then his family back and forth feeling perplexed and confused. What the hell is going on? She wanted to run away from there; from him, from his sudden change, family's hateful and accusing gaze. What the hell is going on?

Adversely, Muskaan was hurt. She was burning in jealousy and anger. Her eyes filling with un shed tears. Sudden realization hit her, she misunderstood Zayan hesitation as precaution and care or maybe she was too dumb to not notice that way Zayan looks at Mahi whenever she was around.

While Zayan checked his side to see Mahi was sitting awkwardly not having anything. He spoke after checking everything on table.

"Kya hua Mahira?" He asked frowning "Kuch le kyu nahi rahi ho?" He asked concerned while Mahi sat speechless. She has the most clueless expression on her face; striking 12 '0 clock. She is feeling so dumb, this is the first time she is unable to understand the situation she is in.

"Look agar tumhe ye nahi khana to main kuch or banwa deta hu bol kay" He offered affectionately.

"Wait..Mahb..." then he turn to call Mahbooba but she held his arm instantly stopping him in the middle. He raised his brows at her in question.

"I already have my breakfast don't worry." She told him innocently tucking her hairs behind her ears, her eyes bowed and voice was so soft, dripping like honey melting Zayan's heart like warm pool of chocolate.

"You sure?"

He squeezed her hands that was still on his arm without her realization. His voice was affectionate to her shock. She instantly pulled back her hand and nodded instantly in response.

Zayan was unbothered as if it was just two of them there not interested to address the elephant in the room. He pretended to be unaffected by their questioning and anger filled gaze.

"Zayan kya main puch sakti hu ye sab kya ho raha hai?" Finally having enough Bijaan snapped. She was looking too patient but she is feeling far from it.

"Kya matlab hai kya? breakfast obviously." He shrugged deadpaning.

"Thik hai fir bante raho anjaan." She retorted before shifting her gaze to Mahi.

"Mahi utho or apne kamre me jao!" She ordered. Mahi flinched sensing threat in her voice and instantly get up to leave.

"Mahira kahi nahi jaegi!"

He announced grasping Mahira wrist, unfazed staring right back at Bijaan. Bijaan flinched at such show of disobedience. She never expected this from Zayan, he was the most obedient one and that's why he was the favourite one while Mahi like a scared kid just stared back and forth.

She don't know what's wrong with Zayan and what he is trying to do and for once she doesn't even one to know because she already has realised he is one hell of a psychopath she ever met. He could do what and when no one knows. This is how she convinced her betraying heart.

"Zayan Mahi yaha kyu hai, kya kr rahi h ye yahan?" She asked warningly glaring angrily at his grandson.

The anger in her eyes can break even the strongest person wonder how Zayan sat there still unaffected.

"Mahira wahi hai jahan use hona chahiye. " He answered not backing off.

"Mujhe nahi pata tum kya karna chah rahe ho Zayan pr apni hone wali biwi or saas dono ka to lihaz karo. Muskaan hone wali Badi Begum hai is ghar ki!" She gritted her teeth in anger trying to control her temper.

Muskaan was sitting there trying to suppress her sobs, watching Zayan so protective of Mahi, giving the same position and respect to Mahi that she deserves.

"Biwi or hone wali biwi me bohot farq hota hai Bijaan." He smirked seeing anxious look on Bijaan's face.

"Kya matlab hai iska?" she frowned.

"Bijaan Mahira meri biwi hai use pura haq hai apne shohar k sath baithne ka, or is nate abhi Mahira hi eligible haveli ki Badi Begum banne k liye. " He cleared her confusion explaining her adamantly. Bijaan eyes widen in horror.

"Or rahi baat ki..." He shifted his gaze towards Muskaan staring at her for a moment before turning his eyes back again on Bijaan. "toh wo abhi hone wali hi hai..." he emphasized on hone wali

"or shyd kabhi na hone wali bhi."he paused " Allah ki marzi ! who knows."

He shrugged innocently. Everyone gasped on his new admission. Bijaan and Muskaan can't feel land beneath their feet anymore. Muskaan felt herself burning in jealousy and pain, a whimper broke from her lips. Zayan can't do that what they have been dreading whole life. As said by someone "hota wahi hai jo taqdeer me likha hota hai!"

"Zayan tum galat kr rahe ho..." Bijaan got up from her seat anxiously protesting.

Zayan stood up too interrupting her in middle.

"Maaf karein Bijaan mujhe office k liye der ho rahi hai filhaal. Baki ki baatain sham ko ghar pr krte hai." He wiped his face with tissue as if its the most casual situation he is in. "And I guess its high time ab Mahira ki rukhsati kr leni chahiye hame. Haina?" And he turn on his feet leaving, smiling to himself in satisfaction.

However everyone stood there frozen along with Mahira, no one can believe what they heard. It was like someone poured not just a bucket of ice cold water on them but entire Himalayan glacier fell on them.

Mahira heart is beating so fast, she fears that anyone could hear it coming out of her chest. Her cheeks turning red that has lost its colour since Zayan and Muskaan's engagement. She bite her inner cheeks to suppress the stupid smile ready to break on her face stubbornly.

She can't believe her ears, Is it really happening?If its a dream then she never wanted to wake up.

"Mahira!" His loud impatient voice was yelling from the double door grabbed her attention. "University nahi jana aaj kya?"

"Aa..aai!" She responded stammering and ran away to gather her stuff from her room so that she can leave with him. Her heart is still fluttering, beating wildly in excitement. She is feeling giddy. The smile that she was suppressing finally break on her face in the seclusion of her room.

******

Contrarily down there, Muskaan fell on her knees feeling hurt and broken like her every dream shattered in a blink. Her eyes pouring tears of pain her mother hugged her. Bijaan head bowed down in shame and anger. How will she answer to his son-in-law that she promised to take care of his daughter but she cried and hurt even before coming into this house as Zayan's bride. The promise she did to him to make her this Haveli's Badi Begum. She can't believe the reason of her pride today walked all over her honour. Today he stood against her, disrespected her.

******

The car ride is too silent. Both wants to say many things but don't know where to start. She is shy and nervousness while he is anxious. He wants to know what she feels about him now.

She is continuously stealing glances of him from under her lashes, smiling and blushing to her self. He is so achingly beautiful with his sunglasses on hiding his most expressive eyes unaware that he could see her stealing glances at him. He just smirks inwardly.

And then car abruptly stop. She frowned but then looking out of the window she realized, they have reached her university. Her face falling in disappointment, don't want to leave him yet.

She was staring out the window at her university gate not bothering to step down when Zayan's voice retrieved her back from her lalaland.

"Mahira university!" He informed her teasingly knowing well her situation because he is feeling the same right now.

"hmm" she blushed and nodded instantly stepping down to avoid embarrassment calling her self 'idiot' repeatedly.

"Mahira!"

She just took two or three steps ahead when he caught her wrist twirling her around in his arms abruptly taking her off guard. She is plastered to his chest, both staring each other unblinking , her hand firmly on his chest and his hands around her waist. She didn't realize when he stepped out of the car right after her until she was pulled in his arms, her eyes widening in shock.

"Kya abhi bhi main buzdil hu?" He asked expectantly, hope shining in his eyes. "Would you still feel ashamed calling yourself as my wife?" he is desperate for her reply like a child trying to win his mommy's favour.

"Bolo Mahira!" He touched their forehead, leaning closer. He breathed her fresh floral scent with his eyes closed, trying to calm his wrecking nervous.

He wasn't at peace since Mahira called him Buzdil. He was feeling distributed and restless. It had never happened with him before especially in terms of woman. In fact back in London and even in Pakistan women find themselves lucky even if he spare a single glance at them and it also become the subject of flattery of them. But Mahira; how could she feel ashamed. It didn't just hurt his male ego it also burned his heart remembering that Haami is better than him in his wife dictionary. It was a wake up call for him. Before that he was confused what he wanted but seeing his wife admiration for another man triggered something in him and he realized what he wanted exactly. And just to prove himself like a desperate child he even stood against his Bijaan; the Bijaan he never disrespected, whose every word used to be his command. But this one fragile looking woman changed everything. Changed that unbreakable, stubborn man; who just like his Bijaan only knew to live for power an honour.

"No!" She breathed. A lone tear escaping her eyes and before he can open his eyes and look at her she quickly pecked his forehead leaving him dumbfounded at her boldness and ran away from there while he stood there calling her impatiently but she didn't turn around or stopped and soon disappeared amidst students crowd.

He sighed defeatedly and them grinned like a fool before sitting in his car and drove off.

*******

The door of the black and grey interior room creaked open. He stepped inside his well furnished room designed by the world best interior designer decorated to perfection with red and white flowers, scented candles burning and spreading a sweet nectar like smell in the air. He locked the door gently and turn towards bed with a big smile on his face. But it turned into frown.

He expected her sitting on his bed waiting for him but it was empty, there was no sign of her. He checked the bathroom but she wasn't there either. their walk in closet is empty too.

"Mahira!" He yelled in panick. Where could she go? He wondered but then his eyes fell on the open balcony door.

Only source of light there is from room and flickering light of the moon in the night striking on the shimmering sequins like gold fashionably wrapped around her delicate body as sun cocooning earth after dawn during golden hour.

Heavy pearl and gold jewellery flaunting against her ivory soft skin. Like ring shaped, golden lining of sun on solar eclipse looped on her sharp nose right on top of her lips red as freshly crushed cranberries. Her eyes are pool of honey and coco; looking even bigger and deeper due to swift stroke of kohl. Her ghunghat has slipped now resting on her shoulder carelessly and dark brown hairs nestled against her neck wrapped in fresh gajra.

He forgot to breathe.

She is the most beautiful bride he has ever seen!

*****

Standing on the balcony with her back leaning on hand rail. She was staring at the beautiful moon completely detached from the planet earth. It is her favourite task; she feels calm and peaceful whenever she stare at it. Even tonight on her special day; she feels her mind pondering with negative and positive thoughts. She is anxious about her new journey. She knows her family still haven't accepted her as Zayan's wife and with this her life difficulties still won't stop but thankfully she has Zayan this time. Hopefully his company will give him enough courage to win everyone's heart one day.

"Hayee Qatil-e-jaan! Jab irada hamara qatl karne ka hi tha to shadi k liye haa kyu karni thi."

She got startled when he hugged her from behind wrapping his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes feeling him so close to her.

"Yakeen jane apki na sun kr to hm vaise bhi mar jate!" he sniffed her intoxicating scent before he whispered brushing his lips on her ears. His voice husky and dripping like honey.

She immediately turn around pushing her fingers on his lips, her eyes wide in fear and moist with tears before warning him with her silent glare hearing him speaking such inauspicious words on their wedding night.