Light is glooming into every corner of the room Enlightening the beauty of Imaan. She is sitting in the middle of the bed. Cover from head to toe with the red veil. Looking like an absolute enigma. Momin couldn't comprehend his feelings. He's searching for peace for calmness for years. Being an only child he had been spoilt a lot but after the demise of his ever so loving parents he's been through hell. He wasn't his carefree self anymore. He had become a completely different person. What else could someone expect? After going through hell at such young age.

Momin was only fifteen when he lost his parents in an mob lynching. After Their death all his relatives become thirsty animals for his wealth nobody thought to gave that teenage boy a hug and tell him that 'its going to be okay, Allah is watching over him now.' God bless their four decades older servant Salma bi who placed her hand on his head telling him to be brave. Because this world is full of vultures. He looked at her And saw only warmth. Her eyes are just like her mothers filled with love and only love for him.

Since then he had never back down. He got his inheritance when he turned eighteen. He didn't pursue further education instead he started making his own name and Now he's the most enchanting Hotelier of the country. Owning a chain of traditional and modern architectural hotels. Providing the top services. He met his best friend Saad when he was in Kashmir for his new venture. He was mesmerized by Saad's talent of turning old into gold. Thus, Saad become his business partner cum Best Friend.

Salma bi and Saad are the only family, he truly had left. But now he has got a wife to care for. He couldn't believe that beautiful dancing pigeon is 'His' now.

He took slow steps toward Imaan and sat beside her clutching onto her veil.

"Imaan jaan!"

He lifted her veil and muttered this words with so much warmth and love. Nobody had seen Imaan like him. He's looking at her like Imaan is the last day of his life and all he wishes is to live it to fullest.

Imaan was familiar with endearments but hearing Jaani from him is different. She felt a pulsation an electric current to her heart whenever he addressed her as that. She looked up at him blushing. Her whole body is like beetroot now.

"Yes. Momin."

She mimicked her words like Momin. Which earned her a deep chuckle from him. He's masculine aura is now vibrating into her personal space.

"You can call me jaani. Even better you can call me Jaan-E-Imaan. After all I'm your life as you're mine."

His words stunned Imaan. She wasn't expecting this. She was just having a fun banter with him like........A friend. She thought denying herself that she had fallen for Momin the moment she said 'Qubool hai' (I do).

After all Nikah is not an agreement or child's play. Its a sacred bond which ties two Soul forever in a way that nobody can break until unless they both ruin each other. She had accepted him as her husband in the name of Allah and His Messenger.

Momin took a hold of her beautiful wavy hair that cascade down her back. He touched them ever so lightly. And praised Allah in his heart for giving him such a beautiful wife. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. Then moved down to her closed eyes. He smiled at her shyness. He was so close to her now that he can see her mole that resides in the curve of her upper lip. He pecked her their. Leaving Imaan breathless.

And that Night They become One.

Moon becoming the witness to the start of their Married life.

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Imaan woke up hearing the Voice of Fajr Azaan. She got startled when she see a heavy arm draped around her waist. She sighed relishing the moments and blushed from head to toe. She lightly placed her husband's arm to his side.

"Where are you going Imaan. Leaving me so soon? Huh!"

Imaan got scared hearing his grumpy voice. She looked at him wide eyed. Seeing her scared expression. Momin got up and held her cheeks like a baby and pinched them.

"ohhh mmmmyyyyyy Immmuuu. You're so cute. itni mein hai darr gayi? Haan?"

(You got afraid? Huh?)

He Started laughing making Imaan giggle too. When they both lost their appetite of laughing. Momin instructed Imaan to get a shower so that they can offer their First Salah (Prayer) together.

Imaan and Momin were offering their Salah when Momin left his prayer mat and sat beside Imaan. Whose making Dua. She got hitched when she saw Momin looking at her. She instantly placed her hands on her face feeling embarrassed and shied away from him. Momin took her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her Forehead.

"I don't know Imaan. How much will i live. But i promise you My love, that From this moment my life is yours. My everything is yours. And i will die before letting any harm come to you. You've guided me to the path of love. You've brought Peace and Happiness in my life. And trust me Imaan, I will Respect and trust you first. Then love you with all my heart. Just be ALWAYS MINE."

His words are so sincere and honest that Imaan couldn't thank Her God enough for giving her such A Wonderful Husband. Who protected her from the evilness of her Amma ji. Who hold her hand and took her out from that place she once called home and gave Her A Real Home. His Heart.

They both were enjoying each others company just when someone knocked on the door. Momin stood up and opened the door. There Salma bi was standing with a horrified look.

"Momin Bete.........Saad eloped with that Tawaif Myra."

Imaan felt like her whole world crashing. Her sister Myra had eloped. Finally she's free from that hell.

But Didn't she knew that this elopement is going to cause her a big trouble!

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