Chapter 3.

ZARA P.O.V

Two days went in a blink. Everyone was busy in the preparation. My aunts and cousins were also their to help us. I had talked to Affaan twice but after that my dear cousins took my cell away saying 'you are not going to talk to him until you get married' I hate this tradition.

Afreen was also staying with me but she left yesterday saying she need to meet her brother who is coming from Newyork for wedding.

Everyone is busy in the preparation and I am here just sitting alone waiting for makeup artist to arrive.

Its 8 a.m. already and she is still not here. Nikah will take place at 11 a.m. I am excited, nervous and you can name all the other nerve wrecking feelings.

Getting married is not an easy job. A knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Come in." I yelled too tierd to welcome the person in. A women in her mid 30's came in with smile plastered on her face followed by two girls of my age.

"Assalamu alaikum." I greeted them smiling.

"Wallekum assalam I am your makeup artist Shiba and this is Hafsha your hairstylist and she is my niece Soha." She introduced me with them all and started to work their magic on me.

Soha and Hafsha were friendly they even helped me with my wedding dress. After 2 hours I was ready.

"Okay ready...??" Shiba aunty asked me smiling I just nodded my head in response.

They turned me towards mirror. I gasped at the beautiful girl staring back at me.

"I can't believe that its really me...!!" They just laughed at my reaction. My mom came rushing in my room tears were streaming down her face followed by Afreen, her mom, my brothers, dad and uncle and one unknown guy I think he is elder brother of Affaan.

The makeup artist excused herself and left Zain locked the door behind him.

"What happened mum...???" I asked her but she started sobbing. Afreen and aunty were trying to calm her down while my brothers and dad were fuming with anger.

"Dad please say something what's going on...???" I asked him pleading. He glared at me.

"Look what your lover boy had done.." he said while handing me a piece of paper. I took it from him with my shaky hands and the words which were written in the letter made my whole world spin.

Zara,

I am sorry but i can't marry you. I got the modeling offer in America I cant reject it. You know its my dream to become a model. I am sorry I had choosen my dream over you but I love you Zara. Please forgive me and move on. I love you Zara.

Yours & only yours

AFFAAN

My world collapsed with just a piece of paper. I sat down on the floor no emotion, no tears my mind was numb people were calling me but it was of no use.

How can he do this to me.? If he loved me then why he have leave..?? I was lost in my thoughts when a tight slap brought me back to the harsh reality.

Everyone gasped "Dad how can you slap her!" Zakir and Zafir came towards me and engulfed me into their arms in a protective manner.

"She deserve it. Now who will marry her. The girl whose fiance left her on the wedding day who will marry the girl like that..?? You asked me in the morning Zeba that why I am not happy with her choice look now what happened. What will people say now..?? I just want to kill her." dad raised his hand to slap me again I closed my eyes in reflect waiting for the stinging feeling on my cheeks but it never came. I opened my eyes and looked up with my blurry vision. It was Afreen's elder brother.

"Stop it uncle you are hurting her."

Dad pushed his hand away "Oh really.? and what about the thing that your brother did with us..?? Are we not hurt by it..?? Who will marry her now.?? I am not going to let her stay in the same roof with me. Pack your bags and get lost." I looked at him not believing what he had just said.

"Hayati how can you say that she is our daughter please calm down." My mom spoke still crying.

"Who will marry..." dad was cut off by a deep husky voice which boomed through the walls of my room.

"I will marry her..!!" my head snapped at the source of voice. My mouth hung open at the sudden statement from his brother.

"Go on then but I don't want to see her face again. Never. Take her out now. Zeba and you three come with me." Dad declared. I was still sitting on the same spot watching the drama of my life unfolding infront of my eyes.

"Mom go. Bhaaa..ii go" I pushed my brothers away.

"No we can't . Dad please..." they started but I pushed them.

"Go awayyy.. Just.. Just go away." I wiped my tears harshly and stood up.

"Lets go Afreen." I went towards my mom, my whole body was shaking. I hugged my mum tightly one last time. She was standing their frozen.

"I love you ma..." with that I walked out of my room. Everyone was staring at me in the house as I made my way out I avoided them all and went straight into the backseat of the car.

After sometime Afreen and her mom came. Afreen took my hand in hers and intertwined our fingers. I closed my eyes.

I don't know when we reached at masjid. After 'I do' I signed my nikaah papers and ran out of the masjid crying.

I sat into the car sobbing. No one dared to utter a word. Not even Afreen. The car came to an halt infront of the beautiful mansion which was beautifully decorated for the wedding. My heart clenched as I thought about it.

"We are home." Afreen gave me a small smile which I returned or tried to.

We walked into the house, every thing just went in blur. I heard aunty instructing Afreen to show me my room. I followed Afreen upstairs quitely.

I just wanted to get away from the reality I wanted to fall in the dark slumber of my sleep. That darkness is better than my life.

Afreen opened the door of the first room that came into the view she made me sit on the bed.

She than went towards the wardrobe and helped me to change she was silent all the while.

"Afreen" I whispered.

"hmmm..." she just hummed while keeping my things in right places.

"Why he did this to me..??" I asked her she froze for a moment and then she came towards me and pulled me in her arms.

"You were destined for Ayaan not for Affaan. Everything happens for a reason. Allah had planned everything already for us. Try to give this marriage a chance."

She was right, Allah can never let something happen unless its good for us. After all He love us more than our own mother.

"I think you are right. But I need time to process everything." I gave her a weak smile.

Her eyes lit up like a christmas tree. "Alhamdulillah my bestie is back. By the way you are going to Newyork tomorrow. Bhai told me to inform you." She beamed at me.

"What...!!?? Newyork but why.../???" I asked her shocked.

"As I told you he lives in Newyork. So try to get some sleep now you have to wakeup at 7 a.m." with that she winked at me and walked out not before giving me a bone crushing hug. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a black silk nighty. But thankfully it was not inappropriate.

After almost 20 minutes the room door opened and Ayaan came in.

"Assalamu alaikum" he greeted me and walked into closets.

"wallekum assalam" I greeted him back.

He came out wearing red tshirt and black track pants he was looking handsome with his messy hairs. I had not took a notice of him yet but now when I look at him he is everything a girl will die for.

Even his body is perfectly build. Another gym junkie.

He flashed me a smile when he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

"You can take bed and I will sleep on couch." He took his pillow and extra blanket and was about to go when I stopped him.

"We can make partition and share the bed." he nodded his head smiling. We made a partition with pillow.

I slept on right side of the bed. As my head hit the pillow darkness lured me as sleep took over me.

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