𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

I was meant to be lost,

To found by you.

Z A Y N A -

It's not her, it's someone else, she was not like this so broken, so helpless, this wasn't the same her, she was used to. Looking in a mirror at her reflection all dolled up in a white sharara which has some golden embroidery, her makeup was minimal as so her natural glow was on point.

The nikah was helding simple as so their Walima was grand and luxurious. Zayna knew if this nikah wasn't to be meant Allah himself will stop him and Aahil's chapter is meant in her life no one can stop this nikah. Ashinoor came into her room to call her as this was the time for their nikah.

She has kept herself busy since morning as she was feeling so emotional that her sister is going to leave her and know who will save her from her parents' taunts.

"Qazi sahab is here zayna."

She said, Zayna looked at her and nodded. Ashinoor hugged her quietly as it was very rare to see Ashinoor's shy side.

"I will miss you."

She Whispers, Zayna felt some tears pricking in her eyes and falling through her cheeks.

"Ab ro mat warna vir bhaijaan will call you churail."

Ashinoor teased her, Zayna chuckled between her tears.

"No, he would not. I'm leaving today."

Their moment was disturbed when someone knocked, it was Meera calling them downstairs as it was the time for the nikah.

A A H I L -

Aahil was feeling uncomfortable in the sherwani which her mother had made him forcefully wear. He hated traditional clothes as they were too fit for him.

"The bride is here."

He heard someone say this, Aahil rolled his eyes as he had no interest in seeing his bride. He quietly sat there and heard her say 'qubool hai' when qazi sahab asked her if she would accept him as her husband.

"Qubool hai."

"Qubool hai."

"Qubool hai."

He answered when qazi sahab asked to keep the stone in his chest. The mubarkan echoes in a hall, Zayna and Aahil both controlled their urge from yelling to stop this drama.

Zayna's heart was telling her that this marriage is going to change her relations, her bonds, her life and some secrets will unfold. The guests left for the food court as it was the time for the bride and groom to meet.

Zayna wanted to stop this, as she didn't have any interest to meet him as she was already pissed and then she was trying to keep acting. She was not nervous but she was.

"hey?"

His words came out as a question.  how Aahil Mir Sultan could  be nervous and hesitant.

"Assalamualaikum."

Zayna replied, Aahil nodded with a thought she could've answered him instead of embarrassing him.

"Walekum-assalam."

He replied in a husky and deep voice which did something to her.

An awkward silence fell between them, they didn't know what to say or what to do. They just stood there. The silence was suffocating Aahil.

"You look good."

Not wanting to suffocate himself Aahil said these words before he could stop them, Zayna heard them, she looked at him, he cursed himself for letting those words come out from his mouth.

"You look good yourself."

Zayna's words were force and he had felt it.

"I know."

He replied arrogantly, when it comes to looks Aahil was very confident about them.

"Then you must have known you're a jerk, a rude jerk?"

Zayna questioned him, raising her one eyebrow, the sudden courage in her made both of them shocked. Few minutes ago she was all shy and nervous and now she is all brave. Maybe she wanted him to know she was a soft spoken person but not a fool.

Aahil looked at her with wide eyes, who was she to say this.

"Excuse me?"

Aahil stepped forward to get close to her. Zayna glared at him.

"You're excused."

Again for a second, Aahil thought it wasn't zayna, it was her sister Ashinoor as she speaks in this way. Zayna didn't know why she was getting rude to him.

"Look, i don't want to argue with you, right now, so don't get on my nerves because I'm already in very bad mo-"

Her sentence was cut in between Ashinoor interrupted with Asher. Zayna glared at him before looking at her sister and brother in law.

"Sorry for interrupting your romantic moment but please come with us for dinner, we are so hungry and aren't allowed to touch the food."

Ashinoor said, rolling her eyes, Asher nodded with her words.

"We are coming."

Zayna said to them and both of them nodded before leaving from there.

"Act as if we are a perfect husband and wife in front of our families."

Aahil said, adjusting his hair, he had an obsession with his hair and was very conscious about it.

"As if I wasn't doing it already."

Zayna said without waiting for him to start moving, he glared at the girl. They both descended towards the area where their family was.

Their families looked at each other and truly they both were looking like a powerful royal couple.

"Finally come beta, sit."

Aafreen said to Aahil ignoring Zayna, they both settled beside each other, Aahil served her the biryani as he had to act like a caring husband, Zayna controlled her urge to rolled her eyes at this side of him only she knew the truth, he is a jerk for her.

After the dinner, it was time for rukhsati, honestly she didn't expect her family to cry on her rukhsati and same happened, except Ashinoor, Shahvir and Hadiya had engulfed her in a hug. She said goodbye to her family to start another.

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Assalamualaikum Readers-

They are nikaahfied yeah.

Okay, which zayna you like,

A shy one or savage one?

Khairr, My school is gonna

Start from tomorrow and i will be busy, so maybe I would update the chapters once a twice a week.

Hope it would be okay.

Your author

Riyam!