Azlan's POV

Everything was changed, so was I, but the only same thing was my love for Zaynah. It was hard to believe that she played with my feelings, she was so innocent and...

I came back from my thoughts as I heard the ringtone of my phone, Mom!

"Hello, Mama,"

"Azlan, my child, how are you, Mishal told me that you had a nervous breakdown," the care and love were dripping from her voice but I hate this. I knew she's my mom and she loves me but now I don't need her.

There was a time when I needed her the most, I was craving for her attention but she was too busy with her life and now I don't need anyone.

"I'm fine, Mama," I sighed.

"I know Azlan, something is eating you up, just tell me," she insisted and I was wondering who told her? Mishal?

"It's all about a girl, the girl I love Mama," a tear fell from my eyes and disappeared on my cheeks.

"Are you in love?"

"She's in my veins, my heart, and no one can replace her," I replied imagining Zaynah and the moment spent with her.

"Did she cheat on you,"

"Naah, leave this topic, also she's innocent and pure, she can't cheat anyone, I guess, it was just written in my fate, " my voice cracked up and I hung up the call.

I started staring at the ceiling and her image was dancing in my mind. I have lost her, I have lost the most important woman of my life. I thought I'll die without her but here I was breathing, I was still alive.

"I love you, Zaynah, I'll love you forever," my eyes started pricking from hot tears and I wanted to cry my eyes out.

Zaynah's POV

"Bro, you're looking damn beautiful," I gaped at Zara who was looking like a princess.

"I know, right," she showed me a toothy grin.

" Now help me with this stupid dress," I sighed struggling with the dupatta of my beautiful black color lehenga which Mrs. Umaisha asked me to wear tonight.

"Hold on," she gave the last touch of her lipstick and started pinning my dupatta.

It was the first time, I was wearing this type of dress so I was a bit nervous. But thanks to Zara who taught me some tips for carrying this dress and also did my makeup.

"Zaynah bro, I gotta see Mom, please do your hijab yourself," she gave me a pleaded look and I nodded.

I started combing my long messy hair, where are those lucky girls who have silky smooth hair, all I have are these messy locks.

"Damn it, Zaynah," a groan escaped from my mouth and I threw the comb in frustration. I slipped black bangles in my both wrists and glanced at my reflection. The girl in the mirror was nothing like this Zaynah, She looks beautiful and confident.

My sixth sense was indicating me something but I was clueless, my heart was pounding in my chest, I started recalling all the memories and started connecting them.

I jolted as I heard a click on the door, someone entered the room and heavy footsteps started approaching me. My heart started racing from fear but as I turned to see the person behind me, my eyes widened and I gaped at him.

Wajahat's POV

I was standing in front of the most beautiful woman on this planet. My eyes were roaming on her whole body. A month ago I realized, pink is my favorite, on our nikaah day red became my favorite and now I think nothing can be beautiful as black. It all feels so new, bangles, jewelry, and her frustrated, annoyed face between her messy long hair.

She was gaping at me like she had seen some zombie walking in her room.

"Stop drooling over me, you can check me out later," I said with a smirk and her face became red, Did I mention before that she looks hot very hot with her angry face.

"No one is drooling over you," she seethed at me.

" Your words don't match your action," I let out a soft chuckle and she huffed in annoyance.

"What's your problem? And what are you doing here?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

" I came here to check Zara, I didn't know you are here," I lied completely. It's just I was dying to see her or should I say after that car's incident I was unable to shrug her from my mind.

I glued my eyes on her beautiful face, she had no idea what was she doing with my whole body.

Her gaze met mine and time stopped, I moved one step closer towards her and she didn't move an inch, she lowered her head and started gazing at the floor. She was looking flustered and nervous, her cheeks became rosy and she was chewing her bottom lips.

Shit...

Wajahat Nooooo please noooo!

I held her shoulders by my hand and she lifted her head. And the next moment I was again lost in her eyes. I brought my mouth near her ear, her hot breath was driving me insane, I let out a deep breath and whispered in her ears, "You have no idea what are you doing to me,"

She spooked and widened her eyes, her face became red like a ripe tomato, and looked at me with her nervous eyes.

Damn her eyes! I swear this girl will kill me someday!

She was still standing there in confusion, my hands traveled to her wrist, I held them and a spark shot in my body, her hands were cold like ice, she was looking everywhere but my eyes. And I was continuously ogling into her large beautiful eyes.

And I didn't know what had gotten into me that I...I brought her hand closer to my lips and placed my lips on the back of her hand, her breath fastened.

I towered my body on her and leaned into her, she closed her eyes, and our hot breath was touching each other's face, our lips were about to touch when we heard a loud knock on the door.

We both came back to our senses and she pushed me away.

"Zaynah, what's taking you so long," it was Zara. Damn! I hate this girl! Why she's so nosy! I was about to kiss...

"Umm... nothing, I am just wearing the lehenga," she calmed her breath and replied.

" But, Didn't you wear it already?" her confused voice reached to our ears.

" Why the heck you came here? If she will see us together... " She looked mad and hot.

" What's wrong with this? We are married right?" I snapped back.

" Yeah, but we ain't the official couple, I mean it's just a nikaah..."

" Zaynah..." Zara called her from outside and I frowned.

" Yeah, I just went to...ummm.. washroom...I wanted to pee," she completed her sentence closing her eyes.

Damn this girl!

My lips curled into a smile.

"Do you need any help? I'm coming inside Zaynah," Zara's voice was full of concern, and this time I was hating her concerns.

Can't she leave us alone?

"Noo... nooo... please noooo," Zaynah's voice came out like a stutter.

"But why?"

"I'm still naked," she replied and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

I suppressed my laugh and looked at her face, she and her excuses!

"Okay, I'm waiting for you downstairs,"

Thank God she decided to leave or else I was planning to kill her.

"Naked..." I said in a mischievous voice.

"It was all your fault, now get lost! You have already wasted my time enough," she snarled pushing me outside.

" Zaynah...just wanna say... you're..." She didn't let me complete my sentence and slammed the door on my face.

I love this girl so much, man! I smiled cheekily and moved downstairs.

Zaynah's POV

What the heck just happened here? I swear he was someone else, he was nothing like Wajahat, that cocky, arrogant Wajahat, he was all sweet and lovely. Am I dreaming or what?? This isn't possible, right?

And did he really kiss my hand, I touched the back of my hand which was still burning from the touch of his lips. I brought my hand near my lips and placed it on it. I was trying to feel his touch!

Damn girl! What are you doing?

Bruhh, I love him and he's my husband!

We were about to kiss...shit!

I shrugged my head from these thoughts and made a messy bun and then wrapped a matching hijab around my head.

I walked downstairs and my eyes widened.

Small get-together? Man, it looks like some wedding function!

But surprisingly, I wasn't nervous or something, I was walking with full confidence and feeling a lot of questioning gaze on my body.

I spotted Farwa and Naina talking together, Why Naina is here?

I greeted everyone and started talking to few girls when Naina hugged me from behind. I like her so much!

"You're looking very beautiful," she pulled my cheeks and I blushed.

" Thanks, you are looking more," I smiled sweetly at her.

"I know, right," a soft giggle escaped from her mouth.

" Umm so how are you related to Shah Family?" I asked hesitantly.

" Oh yeah! Family friends, Actually, my aunty is the closest friend of Mrs. Umaisha but you know my aunty lives in a different city and I live here...so..."

" Yeah, got it," I grinned. She excused herself when someone called her.

Now I was standing alone watching all the decorations and the next second I became shocked. It was the anniversary of Mrs. Umaisha and Abrar Shah.

Why didn't they tell me?

I would have brought some presents for them!

"Ma'am juice?" I turned around to see the waiter who was holding a yellow drink.

"What is this?"

"Banana shake,"

"Umm, no! I don't like banana shake," I refused him politely.

" Ma'am, your friend has sent it for you," he pointed his fingers toward Wajahat who was ogling at me and suddenly my cheeks became hot.

I took the glass and brought it near the mouth whilst staring at him, we both were looking in the direction of each other, as I was about to sip, someone pushed me from behind and the whole juice was spilled on my dress.

"Sorry," Farwa came from behind and said with an innocent smile and I wanted to throw the glass on her head. My whole dress was ruined, and I was looking like a clown.

She did it on purpose!

Why she's doing all these things to me?

Cuz you have taken his love, his fiance, his Wajahat from her!

I glanced at Wajahat and then looked at my dress, everyone was looking at me like I was some clown of this show.

She did what she wanted, my eyes welled up from tears and I ran to the bathroom.