•||Ch7: His sister||•

||Sania POV||

I woke up and felt like I slept like this first time in my life. There was a knock on the door. I quickly got up and picked my dupatta. I opened the door and saw him standing there with a shopping bag in his hand.

He looked at me for a second then looked away. "I don't know whether you have clothes or not but I arrange it for you. You can change in it," He said giving me the shopping bag. It was like more a request for me to change in it.

I looked at the shopping bag then back at him. "I will be in dinning hall waiting for you for the breakfast," With this he went away. Wait did he say that he would wait for me?

I closed the door and looked down at the bag. I took clothes out of it and saw a beautiful dress. I placed them on bed and turned to look for the door of washroom. I heard the people who lived in cities had attached washroom.

I saw two doors in the room other than the door which led out of the room. I opened the first one and my eyes wide opened. It was an other big room which was a closet. I closed the door and opened the door.

I entered in the washroom with my mouth hanged open. It was also big washroom. There was a tub and a small glass box type room which had few taps inside it. I slowly walked towards that glass box.

I opened the glass door and went inside it. I turned the first tap but nothing happened then I turned the other tap and suddenly water fall on me from the roof and from side walls. I screamed in surprise and hugged myself tightly because the water was cold and I was drenching in water and shivering.

Zain entered in the washroom and looked at me with wide eyes. He came under this shower and hovered over me, trying to protect me from water but he was also getting wet. He closed the tap and looked down at me while I was busy staring at him.

It was like I couldn't breath properly and my lips were quivering and my hands were trembling. He looked down at me and was almost hovered over me. He looked down and saw my clothes were skinned with me. He cleared his throat and took few steps back. He told me how to use this shower but he didn't look at me.

When he went out of the washroom, I quickly locked it and took a warm shower. I had few of my own clothes and I was confused about which clothes should I were because he also gave me a dress. Wear what your husband give. My heart said.

I almost picked the dress but stopped when I realized I called him my husband. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I picked the dress again and wore it. It was so simple but so much beautiful.

I stepped out of the room and looked around, tried to find the way to the dinning hall. I chewing my lips nervously and fidgeting the corner of dupatta with my fingers.

I started roaming around in the hope of finding dinning hall. After what felt year or hours later I found dinning hall. "I was just coming to see you," he said when he saw me entering. He looked at me and a smile tugged on his lips. "I didn't know the way," I said nervously.

I was surprised on myself because I never felt nervous and any kind of emotions which I felt with him in just one day. He came near me and did unexpected thing. He kissed on my forehead which made me startled and blushed. "You are looking beautiful," He murmured.

He stepped back and rubbed his neck nervously and said, "Breakfast is ready." I nodded my head but didn't move from my place. He looked at me when I didn't move and grabbed my hand. He took me near the table and pulled a chair out for me.

I hesitantly sat on the chair and looked at him who served me breakfast. After serving he sat down on the chair and started eating. "Why are you doing all this?" I whispered looking at him. He stopped eating and looked at me.

I waited for his answer while he searched something in my eyes. Few minutes later, finally, he broke the silence and said, "Honestly, I don't know myself but I know how we got tied into a knot of wedding because of some reasons. I don't know what you are thinking exactly but think that we both tied in this relation by the plan of Allah."

"Maybe there is some good reason in all this. Let it go as it is going. I will take care of any obstacle that comes towards us." I digested all the words slowly and thought about it. "Tell me one thing. Do you have anyone here? Any relative?" He asked looking at me.

I looked away and shook my head. "You have no one here then tell me where will you go if I leave you all alone? I know from the moment I saw you, you run away from your family," I got tensed hearing it, "I am not gonna ask you why you did this but remember that I will never question anything."

"Remember that I am not from that men who do weddings and leave their wives. I am just one lady man and that lady is my wife which is now you."

He was slowly making his place in my heart with his kind words. He was slowly proving me that not every men is same. He held my hand which made me look at him and by now I had few tears in my eyes.

He raised his hand and creased my cheeks and said, "Think about it." I nodded my head but something was stopping me. "What about your parents?" I asked him. "I will handle them. I know they will understand," he said after a moment. I nodded my head and started eating because I was feeling so hungry and the breakfast was so delicious.

Maybe it was good to have him by my side as a life partner. Maybe this relation worked like normal wedding do. Maybe he was not gonna be like my abba. But what if that all was an act? What if he turned like abba? What if he abused me like abba? These all what if was stopping me for trusting him. I was stuck between to trust him or not.

He went to his office after breakfast and promised me that he would come back soon. I explored his house and looked at the pictures of his family hanging on the wall.

I was still thinking about his words which left a good impact on my heart. He was right if Allah tied us into knot then there would be a reason but I didn't want to make his life complicated.

I was getting bored and this loneliness was like eating me alive. I saw a door in the corner of the hallway and went there. I opened the door and gasped. It was a beautiful library.

It felt like you entered in another world. The smell of books are like heaven. If someone asked me where I wanted to spend my life, I would answer them, I wanted to live in library. I picked the book, The forty rules of love. I sat on the comfy couch and started reading it. During reading I caught beautiful lines.

'Love has no labels, no definitions.

It is what it is, pure and simple.

Love is the water of life.

And a lover is soul of fire!

The universe turns differently when fire loves water.'

I reread that lines and fall in love with them and thought was love really that beautiful. I quickly put the book down when I heard a voice of female. I panicked because he said he lived alone here. I slowly followed that voice which led me to the living hall.

I saw the back of the girl who was standing in the living hall. When she turned around I realized she was the girl who I saw in the family pictures which Zain hanged on the wall.

By the features and resemblance of her with Zain, I knew she was his sister. I stood rigid and looked at her in nervousness and fear. She looked at me for a second that made her way towards me. "Who are you, miss? And on top what are you doing here in my brother house?" She asked looking at me.

I took a step back and didn't know what to tell her. "Tell me before I call cops," She said narrowing her eyes at me. I looked down and fidgeted my dupatta on my fingers and said quietly, "Ask Zain."

She stepped near me which made me look up at her. She stared at me for a minute then sighed. "Did I miss something?" She asked. I slowly nodded my head and rolled dupatta on my fingers. She took me in the kitchen and started making tea.

I quietly sat on the stool and looked at her. What should I tell her? I didn't want Zain in any kind of trouble because of me. She put a cup in front of me and sat in front of me with another cup in her hand.

She put her cup in front of her and said, "So tell me what I missed." "It will be better and great if Zain tells you," I whispered looking at tea. "You are not gonna tell me?" She asked. I shook my head hesitantly.

She sighed and put her hand forward. "I am Mirha, Zain's sister," She introduced herself. I put my hand in hers and shook it. "Sania." "Nice name," She said with a smile. "Yours too," She grinned and said, "I am getting good vibes from you."

I smiled at her and sipped tea from the cup. "You made good tea," I said taking another sip. "I know. But tea is the only thing in which I am expert," she said with a pout. I laughed at her face and asked, "Really?"

"At home no one let me enter in the kitchen. They all think I am still a kid. They pampered me so much," She said with a pout. "They really love you," I said looking down at the tea with a small smile. "Yeah! They love me a lot. They treat me like a princess and this is the reason why this princess don't know how to cook," She said pointing at herself with a smile then made a pout.

I giggled at her pouty face and pinched her cheeks. "You are so adorable. You are really lucky to have a family like them," I said with smile and wished I also had a family like hers. "Aww... Thank you so much. You really are not bad instead you are good. Let this Zain bro come then I will ask him what I miss," She said looking at the clock.

After finishing tea, we moved to the living hall and sat on the couch. "Do you, by any chance, like my charming bro?" She asked and naughtily wiggling her eyebrows. I felt heat raised on my cheeks thinking about him. "Ah! Someone is blushing," She said with a smirk.

I rubbed my cheeks and looked away. "I know my brother is very handsome that he can make anyone fall with his charms," She said and winked at me. "Its not like that," I quickly said looking at her with wide eyes.

She laughed at my reaction and said, "I don't mind if you fall for my brother because I really want a sister in-law." I looked at her with wide eyes and red cheeks. "Tell me one thing. When you see my brother first time did you hear the bell rang three times?" She asked with a smirk.

I looked at her in confusion and asked, "Huh? Bell rang three times?" "Yeah! Like in movies when heroin sees hero first time then the bell rings three times. Tang tang tang," She said with a dreamy look. I chuckled and said, "You are so dreamy. Don't worry when you will find your prince soon then I will ask, sweetheart."

We both talked a lot and watched many movies. She made me watch all romantic Bollywood movies where after seeing each other the bell rings in the heart of hero and heroin. Seriously this girl was addicted to these types of movies and was full of that types of dreams.

I heard Zain calling my name which made Mirha smirk. "Now tell me what is going between you and my brother?" She asked nudging me with a naughty smirk. "There is nothing between us," I said but she didn't believe me.

I looked away from her and blushed. She stood up and pulled me with her. She took in living hall where Zain was standing. I was sure that I was ogling at him shamelessly.

His back was facing us but when he heard our footsteps, he turned around and looked at us with wide eyes. I saw the nervousness, and fear in his eyes. He looked at Mirha then back at me with question look.

Somehow I gave his answer silently which he was asking. "Enough of this silently talks bro. Please can anyone of you tell me what is going on here? What I missed?" Mirha fired at Zain. Zain rubbed his neck nervously and looked at me for help but I quickly looked away.

He cleared his throat and said, "There is nothing going on but yeah you missed one thing and that is our Nikkah." Mirha choked at his words and looked at him in disbelief. "WHAT!?" She screeched loudly. She was blinking rapidly and I knew she was having hard time digesting his words.

Her Arrogant Beast,