I squirted opened my eyes to the bright sunlight coming through the windows. My body feels heavy. I lifted my arm and I was still wearing those heavy jewellery and lehenga.

Ah, I slept in that. I looked around, the room is soo huge and pretty.

Just then memories of last night gushed in. Remembering his words again made my eyes and nose prick. But that was enough crying. I carefully sat up. This bed is huge.

Is he still here?

Nope, there was no sign of him. I should change out of this. I checked the time and gasped. 8:14!

I almost jumped out of the bed and meekly made my way to the bathroom.

My jaw dropped to see the interior. Where the hell am I? US?

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I was afraid if I even step in or try to do my "business" I might tarnish this masterpiece. Just the bathroom of this house is bigger than our living room. There're no cameras right. I began checking everywhere like a crazy person. But ofcourse there can't be anything like that.

I took my bag in with me.

"Excuse me." I said to no one as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

I was nervous to take a shower in that glass shower room or whatever it's called. It was someone is watching me or something. There are no jinn or spirits in here right? That's what I kept thinking. Actually, it took me atleast 10 mins to figure out the functioning of the shower.

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I sat in front of the mirror looking at my reflection. I'm married to a rapist who's a multinational billionaire. He said he never wants to even see my face but we have to share the same room for Allah knows how long. I'm trapped in a cage that I entered in myself along with a beast. Will the beast devour me or....

There was a knock on the door that pulled me out of my thoughts. I immediately opened it. There was a maid.... I guessed.

"Ma'am. Everyone's waiting for you for breakfast on the terrace." She said.

"Terrace?" I asked confused. Who eats breakfast on terrace?

"I'll show you the way if you allow me." Wow she's soo formal. What's with the royal treatment?! I just nodded and followed her adjusting the dupatta on my head. My father-in-law must be there too and.... too. I was soo nervous.

I woke up to this uncomfortable ache in my back. I was sleeping on the couch in the same position all night. I looked at the bed where the queen was sleeping comfortably on MY bed. Tsk, how long do I have to bear with this? I should sleep uncomfortably all night on this tiny couch while she'll sleep comfortably on my king-sized bed?! Well, it's better than sleeping with a slut.

I got off the couch wincing and made my way to the bathroom. Ugh damn it! I'll even have to share the same bathroom seat with her. Disgusting!

What made me happy in all this mishap that I could spend more time with mom and dad and we were soon going to have breakfast together.

I even skipped my workout for the first time to be with mom on time.

I excitedly rushed to the terrace. It's been a while since we had breakfast here. The flowers were blooming beautiful... exactly like before. There were a lot of new plants and flowers.

I checked the watch pacing back and forth. No one was coming. Soon the servants came to make arrangements. My heart was beating faster and faster. They would come now.

Finally they arrived. My Mom and Dad. My face lit up with a huge smile.

"Good morning Mom, Dad." I said going to them but they just ignored me and walked to the table. My heart sank.

"Where's the bride? Go call her. She's new here. She wouldn't know where to come." Mom told one of the maids.

I tried to make conversation.

"Uhm.... It's been soo long since we had breakfast here, right? We used to do this a lot before."

And..... I was ignored again.

"Assalamualaikum." I heard a meek voice. My head began throbbing just hearing her voice.

"Walaikum assalam Naila. Come sit here." Mom said soo sweetly and even went towards her to bring her. What the.....

As soon as I stepped on the terrace my jaw dropped. This is supposed to be a terrace?! It looks like a beautiful park in some foreign country. The flowers are soo gorgeous and exotic. Am I in heaven?

Mrs Alam took my hand and took me to the table soo sweetly. Her motherly affection always makes me melt. Seeing Mr Alam was making me sweat but his warm smile too made me feel at ease. Just then my eyes went on the devil and I was literally shivering. His cold, spiteful gaze was making it worst. What's more? I had to sit next to him. I was even scared to breathe.

Why are they so nice to that slut bitch? They won't even look at me but are treating her like a bloody princess. What kind of evil spell did she put on my parents....that...witch!

Our eyes met for a second as I glared at her but she quickly looked down. Tsk, acting all innocent and scared. I hate her even more now.

I want to run, hide, just get out of here. Mr and Mrs Alam are soo sweet and are making me feel comfortable but this person beside me..... his glare is piercing through my skin like arrows. I looked at him with the corner of my eyes. His eyes don't look perverted or anything....rather they look hurt and angry.

He's trying to smile and make small talks but they're ignoring him and just talking to me which seems to annoy him even more.

He's like a little puppy waiting for his mother's attention. I don't know whether to call it cute or....creepy.

"Tonight is your reception. A lot of guest will be here today....even more than yesterday. Don't be nervous ok? Just smile and be beautiful as you are. You don't have to worry about anything." She smiled. I nodded managing a smile. Seriously, this man... he's making the hair at my nape stand up.

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We were getting ready for the reception. Mom asked me to bring my so called wife with me outside and to act happy and keep on smiling. All the guest had finally arrived. Alright then time for another facade.

Unwillingly, I made my way to the room where she was getting ready. The door was open and I knocked it rolling my eyes. She turned towards me sitting in front of the dressing table and when our eyes met casually I don't know why my heart....it skipped.

"Ahem...we have to go. Everyone's waiting." I said looking away immediately.

"Y...yes." she said meekly.

She was wearing a long gown today. How do girls even walk in those? A dresser had to lift her dress for her to walk. Tsk, show off.

Like I said....how do girls even walk in that? They really can't. She proved it as, as soon as she took a step she tripped and as a guy we have this involuntary feeling of saving a damsel in distress as I automatically moved forward and grabbed her by her waist as she was about to fall.

"Eeeek" she squealed closing her eyes shut.

But as soon as she opened her eyes wide they locked with mine. We were soo close....and suddenly I remembered something.

That's why she reminded me of the ocean when I first saw her. No way.... it's not possible. That girl....

That night....the sad, delicate girl who I pulled out of the water. The eyes which were full of sadness and regret, the pain that oozed through those beautiful orbes.... were hers?!

No way.... it's her. The girl who I saved 4 years ago and the one who saved me. It's....HER!

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Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!

How are you loving the story so far?

Sorry for the small chapter btw.

So, as Eid us approaching us, @mainSTAR here asked me to give you guys a "Salibo"

That is Eidi btw.

So on Sunday In Sha Allah I'll update a chapter but it won't be the continuation of the story rather it would be an extra chapter showing how Naila and Kaif's lives were before all the bad things happened and it will be in 3rd person POV.

So I hope you guys will like it. Then on Thursday I'll update the continuation that is ch 6.