A small smile plays on my face as I think about how Ayaan was trying his hard to strike a conversation with me since the moment we reached the hotel and complimenting me way often than before. Maybe I was going overboard with me being angry on him. I exit the washroom and walked towards our table where Ayaan might be waiting for me. The smile that was playing on my lips replaced by a scowl. My eyes almost bulge out of my face. My shake were shaking in rage at that moment I wanted nothing but to kill my own husband and that woman too.

As if feeling my eyes on him, he look around until his black orbs met mine. A look of horror flashes on his face, as he pushed the woman that was hugging him away. He gulped nervously gazing at me and said something to her. Which made her turn around and look at me with an unknown look in her face.

Tears of anger and jealousy started appearing in my eyes. Giving him a disgusted look, I averted my eyes from him, turned on my heels and started running towards our room. I could hear him calling out my name loudly.

The moment I was in our room, I started pacing back and forth, still not believing what I saw a few seconds earlier. I was wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

How can he do this with me? Kya Itni Hi Mohabbat Thi Ayaan Ko Mujhse?

"Jaesa Tum Sochre Ho Waesa Kuch Nahi Hai Zoya!!!!" Ayaan said gripping my waist and turning me around.

I took a step back from him, shaking my head. He again reached out to touch me, but I took another step back as if his touch disgusts me. My body was shaking violently in rage.

"SO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD I THINK? SEEING MY HUSBAND HUGGING SOME OTHER WOMEN?" My body heated up in anger as I asked him furiously. I clutched his t-shirt with my both hands.

"WHAT WOULD YOU DO AYAAN IF YOU SAW ME HUGGING SOME OTHER MAN?"

In a second, he pulled me closer towards him, till the point I was breathing the same air as his. His jaw was clenched and fury was written all over his face.

""

With all my strength, I pushed him away and started walking towards the door, when he interwines his hand with mine and halt me in my steps. "Kaha Jaare Ho?"

"Aapki Mehbooba Ka Qatl Karne."

But what he said next made my whole body stilled. My mouth was hang open in shock and my eyes widen. I felt a kind of guilty as well as confused.

"MEHBOOBA NAHI, COUSIN HAI WOH MERE."

"W---What?"

"She is my Khala's younger daughter." He clarifies.

"Is she----"

"She is happily married and have two kids." He said as if reading my mind.

I turned around and took a seat in the couch that was placed beside the door facepalming myself. He walk towards me and sat in front of me on his knees. He took my both hand in his and start placing feathery kisses on it. I studied his face to see if he's lying. But he wasn't. Ayaan could be a jerk, sure--- but lying wasn't his thing.

"I am sorry." I said looking at him through my eyelashes.

"You don't need to be, Zoya. I am sure if I was in your place I would have reacted the same way or maybe worse." With a slight smile on his face, he shake his head. "I am sorry too for forcing you to do bungee jumping."

"It's okay Ayaan as long as you won't force me in doing something which I don't want to do." I said wiping the single tear that escape from my eyes.

"I won't." He said promisingly.

"I prefer angry Zoya, then this crying one. You look so hot and sexy when you are angry, Zoya." He smirks, making me blush.

"Before I forget I also bought you your favourite chocolate." He said pulling his hand away from me and placing the plastic bag in front of me.

True to his words, the plastic bag was full of my favourite chocolate, Toblerone. I picked one piece of it and unwrapped it and put it in my mouth. A moan escapes my mouth as I eat it. My eyes widen when I saw Ayaan eating the same chocolate from the other side. Our noise touched which had my cheeks painted red and butterflies appears in my stomach.

Glaring at him, my nose wrinkles as I yelled with my mouth full of chocolate at him, ""

"What?" Asked Ayaan getting up and walking towards the bed with a goofy grin on his face. "It was fun. We should do that way often."

"En Sab Jahilon Ko Kisne Reporters Banaya?" Asked Iqra in frustration and was about to throw a pillow at the TV. But I stop her by taking the pillow from her hand and placing it behind my back.

"Did you married him just because he's famous and had lots of money?"

"Are you another gold-digger who is after his money?"

"Is it because of your pregnancy that Ayaan Khan married you?" Asked another reporter rudely making me take a step back, while I fought back the tears that was about to escape. They literally were pointing fingers on my character that had my heart broken into pieces.

"BAS BOHOT HO GAYA!!!" Roars loudly his deep husky voice in the hall, making everyone shut up their mouth and rubbish that was coming out of it. Helding my hand in his, he look in the eye of each reporters, which had them sweating and gulping in fear.

"If this is how you all want to talk and behave with my wife, then I don't want to interview at all. Is this how you talk to your sister, mother and wife? Before interviewing someone, Jaa Ke Tameez Shikke Aae Pehle!!!"

"And for my fans who always supported me, thank you. But since you guys too abandone me and are criticizing my wife too. I don't want to be a part of this industry anymore."

"I didn't knew that music industry was this toxic." Iqra exclaims horrified.

I switch off the TV, not having the strength to deal with this anymore.

"Your choice is good, Zoya. Ayaan is a keeper you better be good to him." Iqra voiced her thoughts aloud, glancing at me.

"I know......."

"" Ayaan voice came distant from our room making me get up to walk towards our room.

I walked inside our room to see Ayaan was struggling with his tie. Making me laugh loudly. He looked so cute with that frown and annoyed look on his face.

"Need some help?" I asked teasingly.

"That's the reason why I called you." He grumbles.

It's been one week since we came from our honeymoon and our life changed forever. Somehow Ayaan's fan got to know that he got married and were hell furious. They were critizing me and Ayaan in our social media account. Me and Ayaan were the hot topic of the news channel. So after two days, Ayaan held an interview so that he can clear the doubts and tell his fans his side of story. But that interview was a disaster which had Ayaan quit his singing career and decided to join his family business. And today was his first day at the office.

Walking towards him, I took the tie from his hand and wrapped it around his neck and started tieing it for him. All the while I could feel his eyes on me, making my heart flutter.

"I didn't knew this could be this romantic!!"

"What?" I frowns.

"You fixing my tie. Whenever in the drama the heroine fixes the tie for the hero, Mama and Kinza would look with dreamy eyes and couldn't stop gushing about it. Now I know why they find it so impressive and romantic."

"Mujhe Pata Nahi Tha Ki Aap Dramas Bhi Dekhte Ho?"

"Majboori Thi. The TV remote kind of belong to Mama and Kinza, so we poor people didn't have a choice but to watch what they were watching." He sighs.

"Bechare...." I brush my nose against his.

Suddenly his mobile started ringing, making me pull away from him.

"Lagta Hai Taimoor Aa Gya. I need to go. I can't be late on my very first day in the office. Warna Impression Accha Nahi Padhega Employees Pe."

"Ayaan Mujhe Aapse Kuch Baat Karne Hai." Clearing my throat I said with seriousness, after I was done with his tie.

"Ha Bolo." He said getting serious too.

"I think you should reconsider your choice."

"I don't need to. Because I did the right thing." His eyes look so determined.

"But Ayaan----"

"Zoya I don't want to yell on you and ruin my mood as well as yours."

"Besides here I was thinking that you might give me some luck." He said with a cocky grin. His slid his arm around me. His hand traced circles on my lower back and I felt my whole relax in his touch. I look away from him and pretend heat isn't fighting it's way up my face.

"What lu-luck...?" I stutters in nervousness.

Ayaan lowered his head, kissed me softly, deeply and so lovingly that all the thoughts that were roaming in my mind vanished. All I can think about was about him.

"This was what I was talking about." He said breathless. "Now I am sure my day is going to be damn awesome."

"Yrr Iqra, Mujhse Nahi Hoga Yeh. Mai Jaare Hu Isse Nikalne!!"

"You better not Zoya!! Warna Rang Nahi Aayenga." Iqra exclaims horrified.

Putting on a face, I tried again to eat Fried Rice with a spoon as I hands were covered with dry henna Mehendi. It was a difficult task.

It was Iram's Nikkah Tomorrow and here in our house each and every women hands were covered with Mehendi and were struggling with eating. And thankfully the food was ordered from a restaurant or otherwise I don't know how we would have managed to cook.

Just then a warm, rough hand snatchs the spoon from me. I lifted my gaze until it fell on my husband, Ayaan. He was wearing a charcoal-gray pinstripe suit with shoulder pads, a white shirt. His black tie was loosened around his neck and his sleeves were fold up to his forearms. His hair looked messy and was slightly over his forehead. A huge dark circle was under his eyes indicating how busy he had been from the last few weeks which had him working in office till late hours.

"Khaao!!" He said softly.

"Aapne Khaaya?" I couldn't help but ask, to which he bit his lower lip and shakes his head in 'No'.

"Then you eat the first bite." I said pushing the spoon towards his mouth.

"Nahi Pehle Tum, Zoya." He said strictly, making me pout and open my mouth.

He kept feeding me until I was full with so much love and affection in his eyes. All the ladies in the house was looking at us some in jealousy like Iqra and others in proud and smile on their faces such as Mehwish and Kinza.

Seeing this Rizwan (Ayaan's Baba) who was earlier watching cricket too joined in feeding his wife, Mehwish. While Bilal was sleeping on the couch with the twins on his chest laying wide awake.

"Mama are you sure Hamza isn't adopted?"

Iqra asked throwing daggers at her husband direction.

"Instead of feeding his wife just like his dad and brother. Bhaisahab Sote Pade Hai!!" She complains.

"Koi na Bhabhi. I will feed you." Said Kinza sitting beside Iqra. Unlike other ladies, Kinza didn't get Mehendi on her hands, as she hates Mehendi and it's smell.

"That's so sweet of you." Exclaims Iqra happily.

Iqra's Husband name is HUMZA not BILAL. I wrote BILAL mistakenly in few chapters. So sorry for all the confusion.