After a long warm shower, I was a bit calmed and relaxed.

The night gown was appropriate but I had to use my wedding dress hijab to cover my hair.

I don't want him to look at it.

I came out of the bathroom after collecting all the jewelleries and my dress from there.

After stepping out I wandered my gaze all over the room. He wasn't there.

I went to the closet to keep all the stuff I was carrying.

Will he sleep on the bed?

I should probably sleep on the couch, what if he comes and sleep beside me.

I picked the fluffy blanket and one pillow from the bed and slept on the couch.

How this relationship will end?!!!

Will I ever be able to forgive him and work on this relationship?

Will he be able to forget his love.

With these thoughts lingering inside my mind I drifted to sleep.

The night before bhai's rukhsati ceremony Amma told me about my nikah being fixed with Umar.

It should've been a happy news for me if I would've been aware of what he thinks about me.

He always treated me like a kid. Maybe he was forced by Shaheen Aunty for this.

I hope not, because I want to be his, I want to be with him forever, I want to be with him the world hereafter but I don't want to be forced on him.

I wanted to talk to him about all this.

When the decoration of bhai's room was done Umar asked me to make him tea.

This boy has always been so fond of tea.

I was making tea for him when I heard someone tapping foot behind me. I looked back. It was none other than him.

"Why are you here? I would have brought it to you."I said pouring the tea in a cup.

"Are you happy with our parents decision?"He asked me out of sudden folding his hand over his chest.

" I..... I was going to ask you the same question."I told handing him his cup of tea and trying to control my little shivering hand.

"Was it all with your consideration?" I continued looking at him to search for the truth.

What if he lies for his parents wish?!!!

"I asked it first." He said sipping his tea.

"Let's say it was me who asked first, anyways we both have to answer." I don't want my self respect to shatter by accepting it without even knowing what he thinks of me.

"What if I say yes?" He answered me vaguely.

"Please make it clear, it's not like we are playing game. It's a our life's decision."I said little irritated not liking to be tangled in those 'what if'.

" Yes, it was with my consideration."He finally said it and I looked into his eyes to find the truth and I found him being genuine.

Shukran(Thanks) Allah(SWT).

"You didn't answer me." He asked me, keeping his empty cup aside.

"Amma didn't ask me about it."I told him the truth and I saw a flicker of hurt passing through his black orbs.

Does he thinks, I don't want this marriage?

"But, I don't have problem with that."I said literally feeling my cheeks burning and his expression changed from hurt to confused to realization to happiness.

I laughed at him and ran from there.

"You look good whilst blushing."His mischief laced voice chased me.

I'm so happy.

I never confessed my feelings for him to anyone except Allah. So first of all I've to thank Allah (SWT) for granting me my wish.

I wanted to ask Zara if she was happy with it or not at least once before the nikah ceremony.

I got chance after decorating Haroon's room.

Everyone were busy with there preparations for the rukhsati ceremony. So it was perfect time to talk to her without any interruption.

She was making tea for me as per my wish when I stood behind her tapping my foot. She maybe heard it and looked behind giving me a little smile as usual.

She was handing me the cup when I asked her the question which was bothering me.

Instead of answering me she questioned me back and seemed very adamant on getting my answer first.

With my positive answer I saw her tense features relaxing and her lips curving into a beautiful smile.

I shook my head to get back on the task at present and asked her for answer.

Her first answer really took my breath away. I thought, I've lost her because I can't force her to marry me. I love her and would always keep her wants before me.

"But, I don't have problem with that."Her second answer took time to finally get registered in my brain and when it did Wallahi, I felt everything around me smiling and full of life.

Her blush was killing me.

She looked at me and her melodious giggle spread all over the place.

She ran out with that cute blush decorating her cheeks.

I couldn't help myself from saying"You look good whilst blushing."

I should thank Allah (SWT) for blessing me with her,for making me realise my feelings before it was too late.

And I shouldn't forget to thank our loving and caring elders who are always up for everything to make us happy.

The loud bang on the door stirred me from my sleep.

I opened my eyes lazily but all the laziness flew away when I finally comprehend my surrounding.

I wasn't in my room. I was in Haroon's room.

Last night when I slept I was totally unaware about the door next to the closet door. But when I was up for my fajr (dawn) prayer, I saw Haroon coming from that door adjacent to closet.

I thought, he must be wandering the whole village like a romeo for love of his life but all the night he was staying inside that room.

He was gone masjid after ablution and I sneaked peak inside that room.

It was study room with lots of rakes decorated with books and one long sofa, one table and one chair.

It was cosy and so alluring to sit and read whilst sipping a cup of coffee or munching on some chocolates.

I came out and performed my salah.

I again slept on the sofa after praying.

I was dozing back to my sleep when I heard the door opening and closing. I looked up and saw Haroon disappearing in his study room.

"Bhabhi, bhai get up. Everyone is waiting for you guys on breakfast table."Zara's loud voice along with a loud knock brought me back in the present.

I should first wake up Haroon before opening the door.

I got up instantly and fixed my hijab and I ran to his door after putting my blanket and pillow on the bed.

I was busy knocking and when suddenly it opened making my hand to hit his chest.

"What's the matter with you? Have you ever came across the word called manner?" He really looked at me like a roaring lion.

"I think you shouldn't ask this question yourself too loud. You can do it when you are alone."I said apparently smirking burying my anger inside me.

"The question was for you my dear wife."He said and pushed me aside to come out of the room.

I felt myself being a little nervous but I composed myself immediately.

He does this only to make me weak in front of him.

"Anyways, no need to answer this question because I already know the answer. It's written all over your face."He said winking at me and disappeared inside the closet before I could give him a piece of my mind.

I tore all the hanging flowers in rage.

I can't survive with him around me for long.

I do not know when I will lose my patience and kill that jerk of a man.

"Too bad wifey, you shouldn't fight with those innocent flowers."He said coming out of the closet and made it difficult for me to calm myself.

"You stay out of my sight."I snarled at him practically stopping myself to kill him right there.

"You are stuck sweetheart. You want or not but you have to see my face before going to sleep, after waking up and not to forget in the dreams as well."He said arrogantly with that sly smile.

"That's my bad luck. And for your kind information I never till now dreamed about dracula but guess what with you around all the time I'm sure gonna dream one about it."I said smirking and locked myself inside the closet.

This is surely going to be freaking mind numbing journey with him.

I wake up with that loud and continuous bang on my door.

I doubt it will break anytime soon.

I practically ran to the door before it get destroyed and opened it.

I hand hit my chest which was probably going to bang the door once again.

I looked up and the only trouble maker in my life came face to face.

I should've known about her before opening the door because of the ill mannered way of knocking.

"What's the matter with you? Have you ever came across the word called manner?" I said irritated because of her stupid behavior.

"I think you shouldn't ask this question yourself too loud. You can do it when you are alone."She said smirking at me.

Good try wify.

"The question was for you my dear wife."I said pushing her aside and came out of the room.

" Anyways, no need to answer this question because I already know the answer. It's written all over your face."I said winking at her and moved to the closet to take my outfit of the day out.

When I came out from the closet I saw her destroying the flowers in rage with complete red face.

She looks good with red face. I should play this tom and Jerry game more.

"Too bad wifey, you shouldn't fight with those innocent flowers."I said going to her and tried to control the stubborn smile forming on my lips.

"You stay out of my sight."She snarled practically stopping herself from lashing out on me.

"You are stuck sweetheart. You want or not but you have to see my face before going to sleep, after waking up and not to forget in the dreams as well."I said enjoying her condition.

"That's my bad luck. And for your kind information I never till now dreamed about dracula but guess what with you around all the time I'm sure gonna dream one about it."She said smirking and locked herself inside the closet.

What?!!!

She referred me as dracula.

She really gonna pay for it.

But it was fun watching her red angry face.

I entered the washroom racking my left hand through my hair with a smile tucked on my lips.

I was busy searching the whole closet for some less heavy dress.

Almost all the shopping was done by Amma and she picked all the heaviest of the heavy dresses for me.

After almost 15 minutes I found one copper colour knee length full sleeves frock with copper colour churidar and dupatta which has comparatively less embroidery.

I came out of the closet sighing in relief.

Haroon was busy styling his hair.

He was wearing a simple white kurta pyjama.

He took bath already!!!

I was going to the washroom when I heard him say.

"I'm sure, if you race with turtle you will definitely lose the game."

How dare he?

I so wanted to break his teeth but held myself back and entered the washroom closing the door with a loud bang behind me.

I took bath as fast as I can.

I towel dried my hair in the washroom and comb with my fingers and then tied it in a bun and put my hijab on. After putting my dupatta on my right hand shoulder I came out.

Zara was there with a maid cleaning the room and was talking to Haroon.

"Assalam o Alaikum Bhabhi jaan." She greeted me happily.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam." I greeted her back softly.

I looked around the room,cleaning was almost done.

"Bhabhi, I'm going, please come for the breakfast with bhai." She said and gestured the maid to leave.

I nodded.

Haroon was busy in his phone.

Must be talking to love of his life.

I shook my head to get away from those unpleasant and painful thoughts and moved to the dressing table.

I did a very little makeup to look a little presentable with natural gloss on my lips and kohl in my eyes.

I turned to face Haroon.

"I think we should go." I told him trying to sound normal and calm.

He looked at me whilst putting his phone inside his kurta's pocket.

"Before going outside, let me clear one thing for you."He said coming closer to me whilst folding his hands around his chest.

I looked at him with arched brows.

"Pretend to be the happiest bride outside. And do not........ I said do not try to create any scene there."He said sternly.

What does he think of me?

"Don't try to be bossy."I said pointing my index finger at him.

"I don't try because I'm already the boss."He said arrogantly and moved to the door.

Arrogant jerk!!!!

"Should I pick you up and take you to the dining or you can walk and follow me."He halted while going out and said sarcastically.

"Thank you very much. I can walk, you don't have to be so generous." I said gritting my teeth and followed him.

I don't know when I will lose my sanity with him around.

His presence is like a constant torture for me.

Zara was there to supervise Aima for our breakfast servings.

According to Zara everyone was done with breakfast since it was already ten in the morning.

"Bhabhi, what bhai gifted you?" She suddenly asked me making me choke on my food.

Oh no, I forgot about this.

What am I supposed to say her??

"Umm Zara, her gift is still in making. It has a very unique design so the jeweler said it will take time."Haroon Superbly lied making me breath in relief.

" Wow bhai, I'm assuming it to be the best gift you have ever given to anyone."Zara said mischievously smiling.

" I hope so."He smiled at her.

He is good with everyone except me.

" Bhabhi, after breakfast you have to be ready for Walima and for that we have to depart for beauty parlour."Zara said informing whilst checking her wrist watch.

"Ok, but before that let's meet Amma together."Haroon said as if we are on our bestest term and a while before we didn't fight.

He is such a good actor.

I nodded obediently not wanting to create any scene.

Amma was still very weak.

After knocking Haroon opened the door and gestured me to enter.

"Assalam o Alaikum Amma.I said and Haroon followed me.

Amma was half laying on the bed whilst reading some book.

She looked at us and gestured us to come near her.

" Wa Alaikum Assalam."She said patting our head respectively.

" You both look perfect together, Alhamdulillah ."Amma said with a satisfying smile on her lips.

Then she started to ask me some random questions whilst Haroon was checking her medicine.

There was knock at the door and Zara came in.

She came to Amma and kissed her cheek.

" Amma, I need to take bhabhi to beauty parlour."She said innocently.

I so wanted to apologize her for causing pain to her but couldn't.

" Sure, Nayab go beta."She said and pecked my forehead lovingly.

I followed Zara.

I hope, I can soon apologize to her.

I was combing my hair when finally she came out of the closet.

Typical girl.

She was going towards the washroom.

"I'm sure, if you race with turtle you will definitely lose the game."I said to get some chilly comeback but she didn't say anything instead she closed the door with a loud bang.

She has started to act like a typical wife.

Great!!!!

Minutes later Zara came in after knocking along with Aima.

Aima started to clean those withered flowers. Zara was helping her whilst talking to me.

She was almost done when my wife graced us with her beautiful presence.

Why she is still wearing hijab? I'm her mehram.

Because she doesn't think of you as her husband.

It's simple.

After a while Zara and Aima was gone and Nayab was doing something on her face in front of the dressing mirror.

I continued checking my mails.

A while later, I heard her say softly.

"I think we should go."

Unbelievable!!!

She is speaking with me softly.

"Before going outside, let me clear one thing for you."I told her coming closer to her after overcoming my surprised self.

She looked at me with arched brows.

"Pretend to be the happiest bride outside. And do not........ I said do not try to create any scene there."I said sternly for her to take my words seriously.

" Don't try to be bossy." Being the high tempered girl she is, she said pointing her index finger at me.

"I don't try because I'm already the boss."I said arrogantly and moved to the door because I do not want to start the fight sequence again.

I didn't feel her coming so I stopped and said sarcastically.

"Should I pick you up and take you to the dining or you can walk and follow me?"

"Thank you very much. I can walk, you don't have to be so

generous." She said gritting her teeth and followed me.

Everyone was done with breakfast.

Me and Nayab was only left.

Zara was helping Aima to serve us.

"Bhabhi, what bhai gifted you?" She suddenly asked Nayab sitting beside her.

Oh, no I forgot to gift her.

What should I say to her now?

"Umm Zara, her gift is still in making. It has a very unique design so the jeweler said it will take time." I said about the bracelet I wanted to gift her and the jeweler actually said that it will take time, but it wasn't the wedding gift.I wanted to give her that as a symbol of my love and wanted to confess her my feelings. But, I guess I can't do it now when she clearly thinks me to be in love with someone else.

" Wow bhai, I'm assuming it to be the best gift you have ever given to anyone."Zara said mischievously smiling.

" I hope so."I smiled at her.

" Bhabhi, after breakfast you have to be ready for Walima and for that we have to depart for beauty parlour."Zara said informing whilst checking her wrist watch.

"Ok, but before that let's meet Amma together."I said because I don't want Amma to think that this marriage was forced on Nayab.

She nodded obediently.

Good, at least she knows when to fight and when not.

Amma was still very weak.

After knocking I opened the door and gestured her to enter.

"Assalam o Alaikum Amma.She said and I followed her.

Amma was half laying on the bed whilst reading some book.

She looked at us and gestured us to come near her.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam."She said patting our head respectively.

"You both look perfect together, Alhamdulillah ."Amma said with a satisfying smile on her lips.

Then she started to ask Nayab some random questions whilst I was checking her medicine.

There was knock at the door and Zara came in.

She came to Amma and kissed her cheek.

I smiled at her.

"Amma, I need to take bhabhi to beauty parlour."She said in apologetic tone.

I thought at least Nayab will apologize to Amma for being the reason of her heart attack , but she didn't.

"Sure, Nayab go beta."She said pecking her forehead lovingly.