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"Hoor, we don't have time for this. Sit over here." Dawood lost his cool at her stubborn demand giving her a pointy look. Sulking, she clenched her teeth together and sat down on the middle seat.

Apparently, since Hoor didn't have a passport so Dawood had called up his VLJ  which was on top of his office building right now. Since it was a small jet with fewer seats, there were only two window seats and one in the middle. One of the window seats had the luggage placed on it with all the important necessaties surrounding it having no space for a passenger, so Hoor's wanting eyes caught the left window seat. Dawood always sat on the window seat since he usually gets a headache during air travels and the views are a good distraction, plus he couldn't trust this jumpy girl to be sitting there knowing how excited she can get and causing a crash wouldn't be hard for her.

Therefore after having a short debate which ended up becoming an argument by Hoor, they sat on the respective seats and set off.

"Naraz ho gai ho kia?" He asked her after some time as she hadn't uttered a word for quite a while which was unlike her.

"Apko kia hai agar ho bhi jau tou?" She passed him a side glare, she had been looking straight ahead and nowhere else, sitting with folded arms. Gosh, she's furious. He gulped feeling bad, maybe he should've compromised again and let her sit by the window.

"Aise jaise khirki ke saath nahi bethein ge tou saansein atak jaein gi inki. Mai ne konsa neeche tap jana tha beth ke udhar, itni bhi jungli nahi hu ab mai. Bass nizara hi karna tha na...." She continued muttering under her breath, as Dawood's ears perked up upon finally hearing her rant.

He rubbed the tip of his nose with his finger, hiding the amused grin playing on his lips listening to her.

"Acha, we can switch when this stops for refuelling." Since their journey was eight hours long, and the jet could only travel for five hours straight with the fuel tank, they had to stop in the middle to refuel it. This offer made her turn to him with a raised brow, which fell back as a smile adorned her lips and she clapped her hands. "Theek hai!"

This still didn't stop her from popping her head forward to peek out of the window at the tiny looking houses, as Dawood remained attached to his seat looking at her amused self and listening to her commentary. Their was only her voice going around in the jet as his usually peaceful journey was turned into an entertaining one.

"Haye." She exclaimed while settling on the window seat as they had landed on their stop. Dawood came back with food, Mc'Donalds as Hoor wanted to try the burger again. Sighing, he took the middle seat passing the food to her.

"Shukriya" Hoor drooled over the sight, quickly attacking the fries.

"For what? Window seat or food?" He questioned raising a brow.

"Dono ke liye meharbani apki." She coyly replied, and continued her munching. Soon, they set off again after a break of thirty minutes, during which Dawood fell asleep with his head on the headrest.

As the jet took off, his head smoothly slipped to the side landing on her shoulder, causing her to stiffen in her position. She stilled like a statue, her tongue stuck out between her lips as she so very slowly rotated her eye balls to the side to get a view of his sleeping face, looking as dashing as ever. Actually, more handsome in close-up. The pace of her heart fastened as her eyes kept ogling his features closely.

Chup kar! Khirki se neeche tapka dena hai mai ne tumhe! She internally scolded her heart for racing so loudly just because of.... him!

This view was actually better then the window view so her eyes kept glancing at him peacefully sleeping on her shoulder until she felt like either her shoulder would break or her bum would die sitting in the same position like that. After bearing for some good fifteen minutes, which were enough time for Hoor's patience level to collapse, she bit on her lip.

Option one, shrug the shoulder upwards and his head would go flying up and he'll get up from the slumber.

Option two, wake him up like a decent wife by calling him out.

Option three, slap his oh-so-handsome face away and he'll jolt up, or maybe pull his hair?

"Oof! Kia museebat hai yaar!" She slumped her shoulders down, as his head flinched forward due to the impact causing him to wake up with confused sleepy eyes as she made an 'oops' face.

"Uth gae?" She tugged her hair, lifting her stiff shoulder up and down to ease it. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize when I dozed off." He rubbed his face, waking up fully.

"Nahi bass pandra (15) minutes hi hue hain." She smiled shaking her head. "Lekin apka sar itna bhaari tha ke mera kandha jawab de gaya." She pouted, her tune dripping with sweetness and sarcasm both.

There was still an hour to go as Dawood's head started aching while Hoor was busy admiring the sea they were flying over. The headache didn't let him focus on her blabbering, as he rubbed the sides of his head with his fingers trying to ease the pain. Gosh, it was becoming unbearable for him as Hoor gave him a concerned look.

"Kia hua? Sar dard?" She asked, her face moving forward towards his.

Dawood hummed in response, massaging his head. "Kesa wala dard ho raha hai? Phatne wala ya maarne wala?"

"Khirki se tapne wala." He rolled his eyes and exasperated a heavy sigh, banging his head back to the headrest.

"Acha, aap beth jae aake khirki ke paas. Mera shoq poora ho gaya." Hoor felt bad since he had mentioned to her in the very beginning he needs to sit with the window or else he gets a headache. Bari deeth hu mai bhi! She felt extremely sorry now, but wasn't going to say it to him.

After they exchanged the seats again, she slowly wrapped her arm around his which was on the armrest. He looked at her arm holding onto his and then at her. "Aap tap na jaein, isi liye pakra hai." Looking anywhere but his face, she kept their arms intervened until the end of the journey as smiling Dawood had pulled her closer by the arm, placing his aching head over hers as she didn't fight back.

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She set the dupatta on her head properly, making sure her pink tale dress, with trousers looked neat, as she followed behind him in her wedges. Damn, this was her first time in another country and she was hella excited when they landed and she stepped out in front of a huge mansion which had the board of Aatif villa.

It was double the size of his house in Pakistan and she couldn't help but get awestruck by how it was designed. Were all houses this big here or he's an exceptionally rich person?

"Aap yaha rehte hain?" She gawked at the place feeling uneasy. Their whole village could reside here, why do people make such big houses? They could just find shelter under a small cozy roof and live happily with their small family.

"Yeah, my grandad built this place. Let's go." He walked towards the large doors with Hoor cautiously following behind. They were welcomed by a maid who wore uniform, a mini skirt and a white shirt, as Hoor's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets examining her.

She scrutinized her exposed legs then her face with large eyes, her steps slowing down behind him, as the maid gave her a weirded out look.

"Mama." Dawood went straight to hug his mom in a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

"Mera bacha. Aa gaye akhir." She caressed his face, smiling.

"Aapki bahu ko bhi saath laya hun." Knowing his father must've talked to her, he was excited to introduce Hoor to them finally, but the smile on his mother's face dropped immediately. "Let me introduce her. Hoor?" Dawood turned around to find Hoor making her way to them like a turtle as her eyes were busy in exploring the surroundings with large lost eyes.

"Hoor." He called her out to catch her attention as she blinked out of it and fastened her pace when he motioned her to come near him. "Yeh me-"

"Tou yeh hai wo larki?" His mother spoke bitterly, giving Hoor a straight look.

"Mama? Woh larki nahi, meri biwi aur apki bahu." Dawood corrected her statement, with a tint of shock on his face now.

"Nahi, yeh meri bahu kabhi nahi ho sakti." She was angry now, still throwing daggers at a chill Hoor.

Mai bhi kahu, meri zindagi and no drama? Hoor sarcastically thought to herself.

"Mama." Holding his mother's hand with a pleading look he closed his eyes. No, he didn't want this drama now. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. "Did dad not talk to you and tell you? We married after taking consent from you both. Didn't he tell you I-"

"Dawood, what's wrong with you mere bache? Look at you, the renowned owner of a multinational company whose news goes all around the business world, whose news are published in every magazine here, you have an image you hold among so many, and look at this girl from a small village who doesn't even have any image to hold nor respect. Worst, she ran away from her own house, these types of girls are-" Her mom was completely losing it, as she gave Hoor an angry look about to curse her out.

"Mom." Dawood cut her off right there, his tone stern, telling her to stop. He let go of her hand, stepping back and rubbing his face with his hands. He didn't know his mother would think this way about her. He didn't expect this from her, and her words even hurt his feelings.

"Where's dad?" He looked to the right where a maid stopped by and respectfully replied. "In his study."

He needed to have a talk with his dad, why didn't he mention earlier his mother was not okay with it and had such bitter feelings. He could've cleared them up before. Before she could hurt her with her words like this. Looking at Hoor with an embarrassed look, he rushed to bring his dad down.

Hoor's face was still blank as she kept staring at his mother. "Baat tou sahi ki hai aapne aunty jee. Hon gi mai aik small village se, lekin meri bhi koi image hai, chaahe aapke bete jitni na ho. Aur respect, wo tou koot koot ke bhari hai, karwaani bhi ati hai aur karni bhi." She stepped forward towards her, her eyes holding a storm now. "Yes, I ran away from my house, kyunke meri jesi larkiyan majboor ho jati hain, unhe apne liye step uthana parta hai because I can and know how to fight for myself."

"Baate banana tou bohat achi aati hain tumhe. Ab pata chala kese phasaya hai tumne mere bete ko apne jaal mai. Lekin mai tumhe uski zindagi mai ab zyada dair nahi rehne dungi. Tum jesi chalak larkiyon ka pata hai mujhe. Mera iklota beta hi mila tha tumhe phasaane ke liye?" His mother spat at her.

(A/N: Banana 🍌 not this one lmao🤚💀 sowwy, let's continue the drama *sips coffee*)

"Nahi aunty jee, aap kehti hain tou mai apke iklote bete ki zindagi se hamesha ke liye chali jati hun, kyunke mai bhi aisi jagah pe nahi reh sakti jahan mujhe izzat na mile. After all I do have self-respect." Hoor knew she was losing her cool and if she remained one more moment with this woman, whom she was showing respect to just because she was his mother, she'll say something obnoxious.

Walking out of the large doors she had been hesitant to walk into, she felt her chillness leave her as a whirlwind of emotions hit her. She knew it.

She knew they were from two different worlds. Maybe, if she looked from his mother's point of view, she really didn't deserve him. He has everything, while she has nothing. She was nowhere near his standard.

But apart from these things, he was a beautiful person inside out and he deserved someone as beautiful. Hoor was an unbearable person, whose own family couldn't bear her. She was a mess, and she had dragged him into her mess too now. Why was she so thoughtless? She never thought about the consequences of her words or actions both. She had been selfish all this time, while he had been selflessly helping her out.

She decided that very instant. She'll leave him. Just like she had entered into his life forcefully, she'll leave and let him go. She can survive and fight alone. She will. She'll pay him back for everything he's ever given her once she'll go back.

She didn't deserve a gem like him, and he didn't deserve a girl like her. For the first time in her life, she felt useless and helpless. A tear made it's way down her left eye but she quickly wiped it off. No, she wasn't going to cry over anyone nor grow weak.

Dawood on the other hand barged into his dad's study where he was in an important online meeting. His dad gave him a nod telling him to wait. Waiting for some good five minutes, he realized the meeting wasn't ending soon and he was growing restless. He'll talk to his mom himself.

Shoot, he left the two women together.

Running back down, he found his mom sitting there holding her head in between her hands. There was no sign of his wife as he hoped she was just escorted to the room by the maid. His mother could never kick her out, he knew that for sure.

"Mom?" He reached out to her, as she lifted up her face. She was now confused too. Was she wrong in judging the girl, how come she so easily agree to leave. Her words seemed genuine but she was still not the perfect girl she wanted for her son.

"Dawood. Beta, uss larki ko chor do tum. Mere liye. Tumne usse wese bhi majboori mai shaadi ki thi." She held his hand as he stood there agitated now.

"Mama, muhabbat karta hu mai usse." He let out making her mother surprised by his words. He crouched down on his knees, holding both her hands and looked up at her seated form.

"Mom, you remember how you always used to worry about me not going out to play with others, not socializing with friends nor liking gatherings. You thought I'd be a loner. But that's how I was, staying in my own company made me happy." He started off with a small smile on his lips talking about his childhood.

"You even worried about how and who would I marry because I seemed to be allergic to girls, and I guess I never planned to either until this girl entered into my life. She took out the sides of me I never really knew existed. She showed me the best of me. You know what the shocking part was?" He chuckled as she quietly watched her son listening to him.

"The things which always irritated me the most, she has them all in her, yet it never annoys me when it comes to her. We're two polar opposites, and that's probably the reason I am attracted to her. Maybe, I always needed a person like her to come into my life and change me for the better. Everything about her just pulled my heartstrings towards her, and unknowingly, my heart was hers before I could grasp it. Trust me, when you get to know her, you'd love her too, I just know it. She has the tendency to win everyone's heart with her outgoing nature. Please don't judge her because of her background or past, she's a very strong girl who's survived through hell." He finished off, hoping his mother's heart changed a bit after this.

'Mind thinks. Heart feels. Mouth speaks. That's it's job and I take full use of it Mr.'

He took full use of it too learning from her, opening up his heart to his mother.

"Are you really my son Dawood, the one who never ever spoke out his heart or let out such emotions like this? I've never seen you talking about anyone like this or taking their side, not even me." His mother was taken aback by this new side of his.

"What has this girl done to you?" She ruffled his hair.

"This very girl, she brings out the best in me. I don't think, I could ever live without her in my life now. She's my life partner, my Hoor, and I'm going to be hers until I'm breathing too." He spoke with deep emotions, meaning every single word as it made his mother's eyes to glisten.

What had she done? She was too quick to judge and jump to conclusions. The world didn't matter anymore, what mattered most to her was her son's happiness which was in that girl and if so, she was ready to accept her for him.

"Then bring her back in before you lose her. I'm sorry, my son." She cried out, caressing his cheek. "She went out saying she'll leave. I..." She didn't know how to put it in words feeling ashamed.

Dawood sprinted outside to find her skimming through the garden, fondly brushing her fingers on the flowers. She seemed to be in deep thoughts, as a smile adorned her face watching a butterfly flying around her, as she twirled following it's movements. Dawood eyes sparkled as his heart instantly calmed down upon looking at her. His Hoor.

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The mansion was decorated fully with neon lights and everything was glowing under the night sky. In the room on the first floor, sat the beauty of the event fully dressed up. The olive silk embellished with silver embroidery, as the silver necklace ornamented her neck. The pendant he had gifted her hanging below it. The dupatta set over her bun, as she was ready to be taken down where the few called up guests were waiting impatiently for the bride. Since they were in England, holding a desi wedding reception for both of them.

The mansion was beautifully decorated from the inside as well, having a touch of western and desi both.

(Thats Hoor's dress and the decoration😻 pretty, ikr!🌝)

Hoor was so not ready for this sudden function. When his mother had approached her and apologized for her behaviour for jumping to conclusions, Hoor was left completely gobsmacked. She had then made Hoor sit with her the whole evening asking about her and Hoor didn't mind being the chatter box she is. They carried on gossiping and she had to admit, she was actually a kind woman. But the typical desi mom in her probably took over her earlier. As for the elder woman, Hoor was completely an impressive girl and listening to her rants, she knew one thing for sure, her son had indeed found a patakha who was completely opposite to him and would set him straight. Good luck beta, was all she could think.

Later she had met his father who was as sweet and nice as Dawood. She now knew who he took after. Mr. Abdullah Aatif, whose eyes were hazel in colour unlike Dawood's.

Kaash mere bacho ki aisi ankhein hon! Hoor admired them, but soon shook her head out of the crazy thoughts.

His father had gifted them something she could never imagine. He gave them the keys to a house of their own in England. He wanted them to settle over here together. So they can also be near and since Dawood had most of his work here. She was overwhelmed but she knew she couldn't accept it. She still had to leave.

Yes, she still had not changed her mind, nor put it out in words to him. His mother was not the problem nor the reason why she had decided to, it was her own realization which dawned upon her too late. Even if she was accepted by all of them wholeheartedly, she knew she didn't deserve all this. Her father was right about her, he treated her as a useless piece because he knew she was just a blunt machine.

Since the arrangement was done so soon upon deciding on the last minute event by his parents, she couldn't refuse. Right now, neither could she run away nor could she hide. She had not talked to Dawood at all after seeing him at the garden the day before. Avoiding him by looking around the place and giving company to his mom, she was successfully getting on his edgy side.

Walking down the stairs with the maids escorting her as his mother quickly made her way towards her excusing herself from the guests.

"Masha'Allah. You really look like a Hoor, these looks must've bewitched my son too." She whispered the last part, laughing. Hoor smiled in response as she was led to the small stage where Dawood was already seated in his sherwani, on his mother's demand. She had many dreams for her one and only son's marriage.

Dawood kept his eyes on her, she looked astonishing. Feeling pride over the fact that she was dressed up as his bride today. How iconic, meeting her as a runaway bride to now seeing her as his.

"You look beautiful." He complimented as she settled by his side. He got no response which caused another uneasy feeling to arise within him. He knew something was up with her, but she just wouldn't talk to him about it. If his mother's words still hurt her, or if it was because she was homesick? The Hoor he knows would definitely never keep it inside her and say it out to him. But she wasn't talking to him like usual.

"Mr. Dodo!" A playful voice took him out of his thinking session as he saw Aisha climbing up on the stage. She was the daughter of their close family friend who lived in England too. She had been his class fellow ever since they shifted here, though he never talked to her nor pay attention to her, but she would never leave his side. Eventually, he started responding to her when she refused to give up until she became his friend.

He hesitantly got up to give her a greeting but she beat him to it by giving him a hug. He was taken by surprise as she broke it off and then looked at Hoor. "Bare chupe rustam nikle tum tou." She nudged him, as he almost lost his balance still not over the encounter. Since when were they this close to be this frank with each other? He had no idea.

Hoor clenched her teeth together, fisting her hands in anger. Bandari!

Her husband wasn't less than a bandar too. She got up too, and passing her a friendly smile, as fake as possible, she started making her way down the stage. Dawood's mind urged him to stop her, but his mouth didn't open, feeling an unknown guilt.

"It's time for the bride and groom to dance now." The song changed as the announcement had her pause midway.

Yeh pagal hain? Hum kyun naache ge bhala? Hoor wondered as everyone cheered for them. Aisha pushed a hesitant Dawood towards Hoor as he offered his hand for her to gradually hold as they walked down.

🎶Jo tu mera hamdard hai🎶

Holding her by her waist, as she placed a hand over his shoulder they started off slowly. Hoor didn't make direct eye contact with him which further rose his curosity for the odd behaviour. He pulled her closer by the waist, making her eyes go slightly wide, as she slowly pushed backwards for him to pull her towards his chest again. His hold was tight as even the inch of space between them was gone.

"Kia hai? Nahi, kia? Masla kia hai? Ghuss jaun apke andar?" She finally glared up at him, her crazily beating heart was the reason her flustered mind told her to react like this.

A breathy chuckle left his mouth upon hearing her finally speak to him being herself. Hoor understood why he did so as she pulled out of his hold, and walked away. Murmuring something in his mother's ear, she made her way upstairs as the food opening was announced.

Following behind her like a lost puppet, he found her entering the terrace in the chilly weather. Getting a shawl for her, he tip toed behind her figure and draped it on her, catching her off guard. She seemed lost.

"Hoor? What's wrong? Why aren't you talking to me? Did I do som-" He couldn't complete his question as she grabbed him by the collars of his sherwani, and pulled him lower to her height. He gulped staring at her wide-eyed.

"Don't you dare hug any other girl like this again." Her possessive eyes made him raise his brows up and the side of his lips twitched upwards.

"What if I do?" He teasingly asked, trying to irk her more.

"Charh jana hai meine aappe!" She pushed him away letting go of the collars. Laughing, he straightened up, fixing the collars. "I honestly won't mind that." He was testing her patience now. But he knew, that wasn't the actual reason. There was something more to it.

"I wanna go back soon." She spoke, looking at the night view. "I don't belong here."

"We will go back soon. What made you say you don't belong here, Hoor?" He asked, relieved she was opening up.

"What am I to you?" She asked back out of nowhere. Maybe, this was the right time to confess, he thought until she spoke. "Do you think, we're....compatible? You know, I'm a-"

"I love you, Hoor." One reply, to all her questions. Her eyes grew double in size, throat going dry.

"Y-you what?" She gulped nervously. He confessed. To me? Pulling her near to him by her arm, so that they were only an inch apart, he smiled. He's going to let his heart speak today too.

"I can't tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you running towards me, I felt that somehow the rest of the world seemed to have vanished when I was with you." He tugged the strand of her hair behind her ear, lovingly gazing into her dark brown big eyes.

"The day I met you, I had no idea this would be how it'd turn out. I felt that something would happen, but didn't know that I was going to fall this deep in love with you, but as time progressed, liked turned into love and I knew I could give my heart to you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And everyday I thank God for your mere existence. You simply make everything brighter. I'm so lucky to have you by my side. And I love you more daily." He ended by confessing once again as Hoor could feel her heart ready to burst out of the cage it had been locked in.

Shutting her eyes close to keep her emotions in check, she took a step back. That's why she never lets her emotions take control over her, or else she ends up being a mess. She knew what she had to do. Maybe, it wasn't enough, but she's never even thanked him for everything he's ever done for her.

"I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and how much grateful I am for you too. Thank you for giving me your time. I believe a person's most precious gift that they can give to anyone is their time because you can never take it back. And you always give me that. I am deeply thankful for it." She smiled, trying her level best that her voice does not crack or give away any sadness she's been feeling the past day.

"This banda is hazir for his wife any time, every time, all time." He placed a hand over his heart, saying. Something was still off. Why did it seem like a....goodbye?

"Aik sawal poochun?" She turned towards the view again, wondering.

"What if it was some other girl and not me running towards your car that day? Would you have helped her and given the same place to her as you did to me?" This was the last string. If he makes her heart flutter again, she knew she won't be able to turn away or leave. It would be too mean and foolish of her to lose him after he's literally confessed to her first. Why was everything in her life so dramatic, maybe that's why she was such a drama queen losing control over her emotions.

"I don't know about that, but I'm sure of one thing. If it were someone else, things would've been different. Because there is no one like the H for Hoor I know, and only she can do such crazy and cool things like slipping into my life and tripping my heart for her by a flip. It just had to be YOU for me." He answered. He really was such a bloody heart-throb blessed with great skills of a smart mouth too!

"Haye, mubarak ho aapko!" Hoor made a puppy face, clasping her hands together and looked at his confused face. Grabbing onto his cheek and the back of his neck, she roughly pulled him down again, landing a chummi on his other cheek.

"D for dil jeet liya aapne iss Hoor ka. Feel special, Hoor aise hi kisi ko apna dil nahi deti."

She let go of a flushed Dawood who held onto his cheek, blinking his eyes. Why was she being so violent today? Just because he played around with her while dancing, she's going to pull on his collars and face like this?

"I'm honoured." He breathed out still in slight shock. "You could, you know, do it smoothly instead of.." he rubbed the back of his neck as she stepped forward making him take a step back.

"Arey." She playfully smirked, rounding her hands on his neck, her arms on his shoulder. "You should get used to it, Mr. Shy." She whispered.

He licked his dry lips, watching her face close to his. She's trying to act bold with that smirk on.

"I had thought to leave without you. But now, I don't think I'll ever be able to do that. I can't leave without my heart." She declared, brushing his hair with her fingers slowly.

"Was this an indirect confession?" His hands were placed on her waist now as he raised a brow.

"What do you mean? Nahi kia sunna chahte hain ab aap?" She bobbed her brows once, knowing the answer well.

"I mean, I put out my heart for you. So, aapke dil ki baat...." His arms wrapped around her steadily, pulling her form closer. She caressed his cheeks, her dark brown orbs against his light ones shimmering under the lights.

"There is nobody else that I would want in my life other than you. And I can say that with all my heart and soul into it, that I do truly love you."

With that, she pressed onto his cheeks, causing his lips to pucker up and pecked him taking him by complete surprise. Third attack!

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/Author's Note\

*cringes pro max* I'm not at all good at writing such stuffff so-🤚

Itni mirche kaafi hain?🥵🌶️🤤

But i'm loving their new loving side as.. 👉👈🥺

you guys r loving them as a couple too, nai?🌝

And fact check✓ I did a whole research on private jets and how many hours they can travel and how much time it takes to fly over to UK from Karachi and after how many hours it needs a refuelling- 💁‍♀️

This author is a perfectionist and she always needs to get things straight and accurate and reasonable and yeah🙂

(The author knowing how awesome she iz-👁️👅👁️)

But of course, ab tradition bana liya hai humne, without bonus chap ending nahi ho sakti inki bhi🤧

So, yup, y'all are getting a bonus chap (it'll be up by tonight)🌝

Ik, the author is the best! 😌

*flips hair*

Also we haven't decided on a ship name for these two yawr!

I can't think of any except;

✓ Hood

(HOor×dawoOD)

(I love hoodies so yes😂)

✓ Door (lol)

(D×OOR)

DaHo or HoDa! Wot!?

LMAO IDK-- 💀

Suggest🤲

Let's g0 end this spicy ride with more laughter, love and spice!💕

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