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As dawn broke, the sky blushed with soft strokes of rosy and tangerine hues, gently caressing the peaceful scenery with a tender embrace. Amidst this world painted in happiness, only two hearts felt the true joy.

Their nikkah was no ordinary affair, yet Aryan ensured to make it extraordinary for his lady love. Rising early, he handpicked flowers from his garden and adorned a corner of the hall where the nikkah ceremony would take place.

With no household help, managing everything alone proved challenging, but he somehow accomplished all tasks in time.

"Wow!" Descending the stairs, Azara, still half-asleep, was taken aback by the beautifully decorated hall. Aryan turned to her with a smile, approaching her.

"Did you like it? It would have been even more beautiful with some help," His explanation voiced a desire to give her the best, even under constrained circumstances. Nonetheless, Azara was touched by his efforts to make their day special.

"Like it? I loved it!" She exclaimed joyfully. "It's so lovely, and the fact that you did it all yourself makes it even more special," Azara added. His simple gesture filled her heart with happiness.

"You must be tired, go freshen up, and I'll prepare breakfast," she suggested, heading towards the kitchen. However, he called her back.

"Azara, I've already made breakfast for us. You just need to reheat it," he said. Azara was astonished by his continuous efforts since the start of the day. "Merey liye bhi kuch chor dety. Akeley sab kuch kar liya." she replied with a soft laugh.

"I wanted to make you feel special," he expressed. Azara gazed at him with love and admiration, "I already feel special in your presence."

A little later, the sun was high in the sky. Azara stood on the balcony, her mind filled with thoughts of her siblings back at the haveli. They must've acknowledged her absence in the haveli.

The fear of being caught before her nikkah with Aryan sent shivers down her spine. What if they found her before their nikkah and took her away from Aryan?

Pushing aside her worries, she focused on preparing herself. Aryan had arranged for a beautiful cream-colored dress, embellished with delicate embroidery and beads. The matching veil added an elegant touch to her appearance, exuding sophistication and grace.

As she slipped into the dress, Azara couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. She knew that her future with Aryan was uncertain, but she was determined to make the most of this moment. The thought of being with him, of starting a new life together, filled her with a sense of hope and anticipation.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves and enhancing her natural beauty. She felt like a princess, ready to embark on a new chapter in her life.

Taking a deep breath, Azara made her way to the hall where the nikkah ceremony was to take place. The sound of birds chirping in the distance added to the peaceful atmosphere, calming her nerves and filling her with a sense of tranquility.

As she walked towards Aryan, who was waiting for her under a canopy of flowers, she felt a surge of emotion. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.  With a radiant smile on her face and love overflowing from her heart, she gently placed her hand upon his, and in return, he placed a tender kiss on her hand. As he gazed upon his bride, his heart swelled with an overwhelming love and adoration for her.

Sitting side by side, they listened intently to every single word uttered by the molvi. Arzaan, Aryan's cousin, had been chosen to be Azara's wali since none of her family members were present.

Right from the beginning, Arzaan was well aware of everything. Aryan had shared every little detail of their journey with him. Arzaan even played the role of a matchmaker in their love story, helping Aryan realize his true feelings for Azara.

Aryan wanted to inform at least one member of Azara's family so that they could be present as her guardian during their nikkah. However, Azara's restrictions prevented him from doing so. That's why he asked Arzaan to step in as her guardian.

Azara nervously fiddled with her fingers, feeling the weight of the moment. Time seemed to slip away as she became lost in her thoughts.

However, when the molvi asked the most important question, Azara was jolted back to reality. She hadn't anticipated that answering a seemingly simple question would be so challenging. Her throat felt dry, and her voice seemed to elude her.

Sensing her unease, Aryan gently placed his hand upon hers, offering her a sense of calm and reassurance. Azara lifted her gaze to meet his, finding solace in his assuring smile. She knew that the time had come to make a decision, and there was no turning back.

"Think carefully, Azara. Once you answer the molvi, there is no going back," he whispered softly. With a firm grip on his hand, she mustered up her courage and finally uttered the words,

"qubool hai."  The words, repeated three times, sealed their bond for eternity.

Her eyes welled up as memories of her parents flooded her mind. The ache of their absence pierced her heart as she longed for them to be there beside her in that moment.

As soon as the nikkah was done, Arzaan escorted the molvi out, leaving the newlyweds in private. Aryan knelt before Azara, placing a ring on her finger. She gazed at him with teary eyes, and he gently wiped away the lone tear that trickled down her cheek.

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Malik Mansion,

"Azara kahan hai, Samar?" Asad's thunderous voice reverberated through the hall, "Abu, bataya toh hai woh Rohaan ky sath-" he interrupted Samar and shouted once more, "Azara kahan hai?!" Samar had repeated the same thing twice, but Asad refused to believe a single word.

"Bataein Samar bhai apki ladli behen kahan hai, ya main bataon sabko?" Azar's words only added fuel to the fire.

"Khuda ka khauf karo, behen hai woh tumhari, iss tarhan zaleel toh na karo usey."

Samar whispered, he and Emara pleaded Azar through their eyes, begging him not to say a word about it, but he remained unmoved.

"Bhag gayi woh Aryan Raees ky sath." His words reverberated through the room, sending shockwaves of disbelief and anger. Araiz, filled with disgust towards his son, couldn't fathom how he could make such false accusations against his own sister.

"Sharam karlo Azar, tumhari behen hai woh, usky baremein aisy bolny sy pehly aik bar soch letey." Araiz's voice thundered, his anger palpable. "Sharam toh usey karna chahiye tha aur sochna bhi chahiye tha bhagny sy pehly." Azar retorted, matching his father's intense tone.

"Aur tum log uss begairat larki ko wahan chorh aye?!" Asad's comment on Azara didn't go down well with Araiz, "I've had enough of this, If any one of you dare to speak ill of my daughter again you'll see the worst of me!" Araiz exclaimed, glaring at his brother with intense fury.

"The audacity you have to speak in such tone. Your daughter has tainted my reputation, how will I answer the Baig's now, what will I tell them?!" Asad's voice rose in anger,

"Ab humsey kiun puch rahy hain, jab hamari beti ka zabardasti rishta karaya tha tab toh humsy aik bar nahi pucha apny. Uski iss galti ky zimmedar toh aap hain." Sabira, usually silent on family matters, finally spoke up in defense of her daughter. Asad cannot escape blame for Azara's actions.

Everyone retreated to their respective rooms, leaving only Azar, Emara, and Samar behind. "Kuch waqt chup rehta toh yeh baat kabhi samney hi na ati. Dhoond lety hum usey." Samar whispered angrily and stormed out. if only Azar remained silent they wouldn't have been in this mess right now.

"Apko aisey nahi karna chahiye tha."  Emara conveyed her disappointment regarding his action. "Dafa hojao yahan sy!" He unintentionally lashed out at her, "Badtameez!" Emara murmured under her breath.

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Aryan's pov

"Did you think how dada jaan would react to your wedding?" Arzaan questioned, I was certain that he wouldn't react positively, or even respectfully for that matter.

"Dandy parengy apko, taya abu ki tarhan," he said, laughing uncontrollably until I shot him a deathly glare. Although he wasn't entirely wrong, I might end up in a situation similar to my father's, or perhaps even worse.

"Your bride must be waiting for you, I'll leave now."

"Enjoy!" He smirked, uttering those words, and swiftly escaped my grasp. This man!

I grabbed my phone from the desk, only to find it overflowing with missed calls and unread messages. So they know about it. I'm in big trouble.

I turned off my phone and kept it aside, hoping for a moment of peace with my wife. But before I could even breath, a guard burst in, panting, "Azara bibi ky bhai aye hain, bohot gussey mein hain." Just when I thought I could catch a break, another storm rolled in.

'Yeh kon log hain jinky wedding night blissful hoti hai, meri peaceful hojaye toh bari baat hai!'

Oh, how could I forget my marriage wasn't a normal one!

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