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    Chapter 1

    Mahira POV

    It was such a lovely morning… As i opened the window soft wind touched me. Subhan Allah what a wonderful glory it is to be woken up to see sun rising and slowly the city is rising with it too.

    “Assalamualaikum mom.. How are you?” I asked mom.

    “Walekumasalam beta.. I am fine and you? ” She asked me.

    “Allahamdulilah” I replied.
    It was my little daily routine to exchange greeting everyday.

    “So what’s for break fast today? ” I asked mom

    “Pancakes” mom said battling her eyelashes.

    I quickly started arranging the dining table.

    “Assalamualaikum beta” Dad said
    “Walekumasalam Dad” I gave him a side hug. +

    “What’s going on Dad these days you seem worn out… Is anything disturbing you?? You know you can share with me!!” I asked him in a serious tone.

    “No beta.. Everything is fine. Who said that i am worried” he quickly replied.

    I don’t know but something is bothering my parents.. They are not showing but something is there.

    I don’t know I kind of having a feeling that something very big and bad is going to happen. I quickly shook away my thoughts and began eating my breakfast.

    “Okay bye mom and dad Assalamualaikum.. Meet you soon.”

    Getting in the car and driving on full speed is something i like.

    As i reached the main door of my university i was greeted by my lovely best friend Sanya Abdullah. Who was tapping her sandal and glaring away in my direction.

    “Assalamualaikum Sani.. Whats up” I asked her.

    “Walekumasalam …… I guess we were supoosed to meet half an hour before but obviously someone forgot” she was d--n angry.

    “Oyeee…. I am sorryyyyyyy” I made my best puppy face.

    “Okay okay this time i forgive you.” She hugged me

    “You know Sani i am having this weird feeling that something bad will happen and that is sure” I told her.

    “Listen first of all you cant be sure of anything ’cause its in Allah’s hand. And second thing stop thinking so negetive. Now com’on lets go to class.” Sani told me wisely.
    After five hours of non stop lecture it was time to head home.
    I wasn’t able to find Sani and I was too tired to wait for her so I quickly send her text that I am going home and I’ll meet you tomorrow.

    After half an hour of driving I reached home. “Assalamualaikum” I shouted. dad u are home and that to at this time?? ” I asked suspiciously because the house was decorated very well and mom was going from here to there.

    “Walekumasalam beta… Yes I am home early because today is you’re engagement.” Dad replied

    “Ya.. Sure dad why not!!” I also played along with Dad.

    “No daughter,we are not lying indeed today’s your engagement.” Mum replied coming close to me.

    “No.. This cant be true.. This is a prank.. Com’on dad just now i came from uni and i’m in no mood of this kynda thing.” I replied casually plopping down on sofa.

    “Mahira Khan we are not lying and we are very much serious about this. Now go and freshen up your dress and everything is on the bed… Quick!!” Mum replied sternly.

    “Dad this isn’t true…you people are lying I mean com’on I am in my last year and I never dreamt of this hapening suddenly and that to behind my back.Like i dont even know who the guy is?? I am not doing any engagement.. Thats it” I raised both my hands and to say that I was angry would be an understatement.

    “Young lady.. Watch your voice and control your tongue
    .. We have decided what was better for you.Today is your engagement and tomorrow is your Nikah… And mind you if you plan running away or any kind of other thing. Now up to your room” Mom was shouting.

    I quickly ran to my room and cried my heart out. I called Saniya and told her everything she was beyond shock. Even i was not believing dat my own parents could do this? There is something which they are not telling me.

    After praying maghrib I was crying and asking Allah to guide me as to what is right and wrong.

    Mom called Saniya and she was staying with me till my rukhsati.
    Saniya helped me in getting ready. I was wearing a pink lehenga with a matching hijab.. With a tint of light make up and pale pink lips. My house was hustling and bustling with guests and caterers. I always imagined my wedding and each an every function to be spent happily but not like this not against my wish. Dad came to my room. By seeing dad Saniya went downstairs leaving me alone with dad.

    “Masha Allah my daughter is looking very beautiful. Arhaan is a very lucky guy I must say.” Dad said taking my hand in his hand. “I know you have many questions running in your mind right now but have patience and trust Allah we will reply to your questions but at the right time. Till then keep smiling. Dont make us feel bad. ” dad was very guilty.

    “No dad please dont say this you both have not raised me with such low morals I can never let down both of you. This is surely not my morals. You dont worry about today i’ve accepted my fate. ” I told dad.

    “My baby..” Mum came and hugged me and we both started crying.

    Soon Saniya came to take me downstairs. I was feeling very conscious. Ladies and gents section were seperated.

    “Assalamualaikum bhabhi I am Aamna your sister.. And is very lucky to have you as his wife. You are very pretty Masha Allah.” Aamna told me. Aamna is a very pretty girl Masha Allah. Her hazel eyes and her brown hair makes her stand out more elegantly. She’s very fair.

    “Now dont trouble my daughter in law Aamna.. Masha Allah we are blessed to have you in our family. I am Aayat Sheikh your mother in law. ” she raised her hand to bless me on my head.

    Soon ring exchanging ceremony took place.. Everyone was happy enjoying the moment. Many people came to me to congratulate me I was tired from smiling (fake) to the photographers.

    After three long hours I was finally in my own room and in my old comfy clothes. A knock came and i quickly opened the door thinking it must be Sani but nope my mom was standing.

    “Mom,any prob? You should have called me. “I asked her. She just shook her head and sat on the bed, she asked me to sit down beside her by patting her hand beside her. I sat down beside her.
    ” my child from tomorrow onwards you’ll be someone else’s wife. I’ve just come here to tell you that now he is your everything, you will never raise your voice to him nor you will misbehave with him, no matter whatever circumstances are there you will abide by your wife duties which is to please your husband in any manner. How ever he treat you always show gratitude and respect towards him and always say thank you to him ’cause over there he’ll be the one only who will help you. If its his fault in any matter never you will point out his mistakes.. Just keep faith in Allah for he is the one who is sealing you for together. Always seek your refuge in Allah.” She explained to me very calmly.

    “In sha Allah mom I’ll not let you and dad down in any way. I’ll perform all my duties with respect and dignity.” I assured mom.

    “Shabba Khair ”
    “Shabba Khair mom”


    To be continued…

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    Chapter 2

    Arhaan POV


    “Hello Leena,yeah make sure everything is ready in the conference room I’ll be there within 15min..Got it??” I ask her.

    “Yes sir, everything is ready” leena replied

    “You may go now” I said now. She went away quickly.
    “Assalamualaikum son..I hope am not disturbing you?” Dad came in. +

    “Walekumasalam..oh! no dad you are absolutely not!!” I said by giving him a hug.

    “Well dear I have come here for something very important so be patient and listen to me.” Dad said sternly. I noded him to go ahead.

    “I know you have many dreams in your life but I hope this will be your strength to overcome all your hurdles. Beta I and your mom have decided to marry you. The girls’ name is Mahira Khan. I hope you know Khan’s industries owner Mr. Zubair Khan we have done many deals with their company his daughter is Mahira. She’s in her final year of Masters in English and a very nice girl. She will be upto your mark.” Dad said calmly as if this is such a small thing.
    My blood boiled to such an extent that my body was shaking from anger if someone else was sitting in front of me he would have been dead uptil now..but here it is my father.

    “Dad I am sorry but I cant marry her..not at all.” I gave him my decision.

    “Well let me tell you..You dont have any options left because today is your engagement in the evening and tomorrow is your Nikkah if you say no you would be in deep trouble..mark my words.” Dad was angry

    “You just cant come into anyone’s life and force them to do according to your command I said no and that’s final” I was beyond angry now.

    “Well if you’ll say no then let me tell you I will remove you from this C.E.O chair and remove your name from each and every of my property and i’ll disown you and you will not get to own our NEW YORK’s firm for which you’ve spent day and night in learning all the business tricks..Now you’re free to decide whatever your answer is” Dad glared at me.
    God he has not left me with any choice what about Laiba I love her how can i marry someone else?? Ya Rab I dont have any choice left!!
    “Okay..I agree” I told him staring straight in his eyes. +

    “Good..Then meet you in the evening for the engagement.” Dad said.

    “One question why all of a sudden this marriage thing??” I asked him raising my eyebrows.

    “You dont have to worry about that son.. Just chill and enjoy your wedding.” With that he walked away.

    God what am I gonna do now…Yup I know exactly what I’ve to do with her just wait and watch Ms.Mahira how i turn your life upsidedown just as mine. You’ll regret that why you married’ll be on your knees begging for divorce!! Mahira here i come…

    *End of flashback*

    *Present morning-Niqah day*

    *Arhaan POV*

    “Com’on Arhaan be quick everyone is waiting for you…how much more time you need??” Mom was continuously knocking door.

    “Yes mom I am ready” I opened the door to see mom standing and smiling at me. God I can do anything for just this one smile. To me my family is my topmost priority.

    “Masha Allah I didn’t knew my son has grown so big and handsome” She said by putting a little kajal mark just under my hair as she called nazar na lagne ka teeka. I know it is weird but mom is mom.
    Bhai,Mom come down fast we are waiting Aamna was shouting at top of her lungs.

    “It seems your getting married Aamna and not your bhai you’re that eager!!” Rehan (my best friend who has come specially from New York just to attend my so called wedding) mockingly said.

    Aamna just stepped on his leg earning chuckle from all of us.

    “Ow..ow God what you eat??you little baby elephant?” Rehan said to which he got a death glare in return from all of us…because Aamna is our little sister and we just cant stand if anyone says anything to her.

    Rehan quickly surrender his hands. We all burst out laughing and entered the car.

    *Mahiras’ POV*

    I was so d--n nervous waiting in my room for the baraat to come. Yesterday night I couldn’t sleep a little also..everything was so perfect till yesterday morning how can everything change so fast!!

    I prayed to Allah to bless our marriage and to help me and guide me in this new journey. No matter how much I am against of this marriage but I’ll be happy ’cause my parents are happy.
    Speaking of parents I am way too curious as to what they are hiding.. Why they cant say anything to me? +

    My bags were packed and were already in the car. Today we will stay in the hotel and early morning at 5 we will leave for New York. I havn’t packed my bags mom and Sani had packed I hope they both had packed some decent clothes.

    For the millionth time I checked my appearance in the mirror I was wearing a red colour lehenga with a tint of blue with the matching jewelry and clutch. These six inch stiletto are killing my feet now. My makeup was done especially by the professional make up artist and i must say she has done a good job.

    God why am I blabbering soo much. Meher calm down take a deep breath I was chanting this mantra and enhaling and exhaling the air. “Ri baraat has come..everyone’s waiting for you lets go” Sani came inside my room. All the calming mantra flew away like a fly!!!!

    Everyone was staring at me as I walked towards the stage. My legs were totally not taking my side. Sani and Aamna helped me in sitting down.

    Niqah was done. Seal was made. Dua was done. And now I have become Mrs.Mahira Arhaan thinking only his name i get goosebumps.
    It was now time for the groom to come. Amidst all the loud whistlings and shouting he came and sat beside me. As he sat my breathing became heavy as if oxygen was s----d out off me. Everyone came and gave blessings. Now it was time to pose for some photos. +

    Photographer told us to stand up. He asked me to face him and look in his eyes. Ya Allah i cant do this. “Bhabhi look up Bhai is waiting” Aamna was teasing me continuously. “Yes Ri com’on now look up.. Now ther’s no need to shy because you both are now sealed together.” This time it was Sani. Everyone started shouting and cheering. Photographer asked him to hold my hand from 1 hand and other to keep on my waist.

    As he touched me there was a burning sensation and all the places were tingling from his touch. As I looked up Ya Allah Masha Allah he was so d--n if a model has come out from the magazine and was standing opposite to me. His stare was making me feel exposed I quickly looked down and there was a click. We posed for some more photos but that was not ackward like before. Phew!!! Finally it was over.

    After dinner and everything that time came which I was fearing from. As small steps I took towards the car all the memories kept flashing away. I hugged my both parents and was crying away. God how will i live without them. Sani hugged me tightly and we both poured our hearts out. She was not only my best friend but my other half also. We were like soul sisters.

    After bidding farewell to my family i was now alone with him in his car. He was driving to the hotel. He gave me tissue. I smiled at his sweet gesture.

    We arrived at the hotel and now we were in our hotel room which was decorated with orchid, red rose petals all over the place and vanilla scented candles.

    “Umm..i gues you should freshen up and change something into was a very tiring and long day. If you don’t mind can i first take shower??” He asked rubbing the back of his neck. I nodded in reply.

    I was carrying my bag which has my clothes for the night. As i opened the bag i was shocked only night gown was there. Long , short, lacy and what not but not a single pj was ther or a salwar kameez heck there wasnt any dupatta also. I quickly took out silver colour night gown and closed the bag.
    He was rubbing his hair with a fluffy towel.He was wearing grey colour sweatpants and black top.His sharp nose,light grey eyes and his soft plum pink lips…God he’s looking so d--n hot!!! Geez Mahira get a grip on yourself.

    “Like what you see?” He smirked and went towards the bed. Heat crept on my neck I was utterly embarassed I quickly rush towards the bathroom and closed it. Geez Mahira get a grip on yourself.

    After taking shower i quickly wore my hijab i know i know we can show our hair to our husband but i am not ready yet. This was the first i am going out without dupatta. I have never gone out without wearing a dupatta this was my first time. Our eyes met his gaze was burning myself i could feel blush forming on my cheeks. He was looking from up to down i was trying to cover as much as i can with my hands. I guess he understood that i was feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. He quickly took the pillow and went to sleep on the couch. And with that the night was spend smoothly.

    It is 5:20am right now and i am in his private jet. It has been past 20 minutes since the flight took off and with that my life also took off to a new beginning.

    To be continued…

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    Jboy young
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    Nxt plis

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    #1489996 Reply
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    Seated ?
    But na Hausa story

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    Great one.
    Ride on.

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    Next please

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    Nice start….
    Why are both parents rushing dis marriage? Are dey hiding something???

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