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Zaydan looked at his parents. They nodded in affirmation as if they were with him in everything he will do. The silent conversation was the most needed that time.

"Uncle...mujhe pata hai k ye wakt nahi hai is baat ka...lekin...Mai Hooriya se Shadi karna chahta hu. Ap ijazat de to mai usse abhi k abhi shadi karna chahta hu." Rehman Khan looked surprised at him. It was sudden surprise for all of them.

He sure had rejected Hoor than why he wanted to marry her now.

"Lekin Zaydan...tumne to use reject..." Rehman Khan confusedly looked at him.

"Uncle mai manta hu k maine Hoor ko reject kiya tha. Lekin mera yakeen kijiye mai us lamhe se regret kar raha hu. Mai...mai bhi Hoor ko pasand karta hu." Zaroon clarified his actions.

"Bhaisahab...ye sach keh raha hai. Mai iski maa ki haisiyat se nahi side le rahi hu iski. Mai Hoor ko bhi apni beti manti hu." Rukhsar came forward for first time that night.

"Hamari hamesha se khwahish thi k Hoor Zaydan ki dulhan bane. Wo to apne uska rishta pakka kar diya tha isliye hm log piche hat gaye." Shahana begum also put forth her idea.

Rehman Khan looked at his wife who just entered. She surely heard everything and was looking at him. He than looked at Haniya who slowly nodded her head as if she was satisfied with the proposal. He again looked at his wife to read any displeasure but she also gave her permission. He contemplated for few minutes and than nodded his head slowly. Praying with his heart that this decision should be right for his daughter.

"Thik hai. Moulvi sahab ko bulaiye." Everyone hooted at his sentence. Happy smiles were adjorned on each & everyone's faces. 'They weren't this much happy during Shehry's proposal.' Rehman Khan thought with the smile & prayed for his daughter's happiness.

"Yeh kaisa ho sakta hai. Mai yeh nahi hone dungi." Rasheda exclaimed loudly. Everyone shockingly looked at her. "Me...mera matlab hai itni raat ko kaise honga nikah." She composed her anger and told.She wanted Zaydan to marry her daughter. But no one payed any heed to her. Rasheda with her daughter sprinted off to their rooms not wanting to witness the nikah.

Moulvi sahab was called with Hamza who was on his way to home.

(After Hoor's consent was taken.)

Zaydan was anxiously walking here & there. His father & chachas were gone with Rehman Khan to take Hoor' sign from quiet a while.

He was nervous. Will she agree? What will be her reaction? What if she will deny? Did he do the right thing? He sure did broke her heart, but he didn't have any option that time. He was also helpless that time. But she didn't know his side of story. She still thinks that he rejected her because of that Zain thing. But that was only the way to reject her.

Headache start to make his way from the thoughts. He sat on the sofa and rubbed his face tiredly, still in sherwani he was feeling suffocated. He looked at his brothers, they were grinning at his desperation whispering among themselves. Idiots. He thought. It was the first time they were seeing him this desperate & was enjoying his situation.

He instantly stood up when he saw Gents coming in the living room. Their faces were devoid of any expression.

His thoughts were running wild. He didn't knew what to think. Suddenly his father came to him and smiling wholeheartedly engulfed him in a hug. Shockingly Zaydan couldn't reciprocate the hug, but when realisation dawned upon him he hugged his father back tightly. Patting his back Jamshed detached himself & gestured to complete the nikah process.

"Zaydan Jahangir ibn-e-Jamshed Jahangir apko gawaho ki mojudgi me, Allah ko hazir nazir jankar or Huzur Sallallahu alaihi wasallam ki pyari sunnat par amal karte hue shariat k mutabik meher Surah Yusuf uske aevadh apko Hooriya Rehman bint-e-Rehman Khan apke nikah me diya kya apne kabool kiya?"

Zaydan's heart skipped a bit. They sure were to return to each other but the situation was not favourable. He always imagined her to be his even though he thought this was impossible that time but Allah surely have his ways.

"Qubool hai."

"Qubool hai."

"Qubool hai."

She was his. For forever. He will make sure of it. He won't let go of her now, no matter what. Praying numerous duas for their future, he signed the nikah papers.

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Everything went in blur after that. Hooriya didn't knew what to feel about this. Today she was enjoying Mirha's wedding to the fullest & now she herself was married. Life had really played a game with her.

How can she be burden on someone who didn't want her. He had rejected her once. How can her father give her to him, the only one who had the audacity to reject her.

She was getting furious by each passing second. She wanted to scream her frustration out, but couldn't do anything because just a second ago her 'Mother-in-law' & Fajar had escorted her to her 'Husband's room very lovingly with night wears & a dress for tomorrow.

Gritting her teeth she started to rub her hands angrily. Here she was getting impatient as to when 'HE' will enter & when she will give him a piece of her mind. He has the audacity to marry her. She was Hooriya Rehman, how can she marry the man who had rejected her once?

Her thoughts came to an end when she heard the door clicked & opened. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Inhaling his scent which was everywhere in the room she seems to be relaxed. But her relaxation only lasted for a second because next second she heard a deep gruff voice.

"Assalamualaikum."

Zaydan looked at her who was sitting leisurely, decorating his bed, like a moon decorates dark sky, his full black room was decorated with HIS moon for the very first time this beautifully. Her face was still covered, so he couldn't able to see her expression. But he was sure as hell that she would be fuming in anger.

"Waleakumassalam". Her extra calm & sweet voice was alerting him of the storm on the way after the silence.

"Soooo...ummmm..." he started when she cut him off with her extra sweet voice.

"Ap mu dikhai ki rasam nahi karege." She said with fake surprise. He was shocked at her voice. But then composed himself and nodded.

Hooriya's heartbeat quickened as bed dipped beside her. Her breath started to come out frequently. She closed her eyes as he lifted her veil.

The condition of Hooriya was now of Zaydan seeing her for first time as his bride. His heartbeat quickened and his hands itched to touch her face.

The makeup which Fajar redid before leaving her was doing a great job with her porcelain skin. Dark shade of red which Fajar applied on her instead of her refusal was doing something to Zaydan. And the noor of Nikah was doing its own work. He was about to touch her face when his hand retreated at her voice.

"Ho gaya apka? Kya mila apko sabke samne hero ban kar? Huh?" Before she could loose her mind in his touch she said.

Zaydan looked at her astonished at the sudden change in her voice. Pure hatre & anger was oozing out of her voice.

"Mai...mai...wo..." He trailed off. Zaydan Jahangir who didn't lost his voice in front of anyone was lost of words in front of his wife in just an hour.

"Kya wo huh...kya wo? Kya ap?" She greeted her teeth barely controlling herself and got down from the bed Zaydan following the suit.

"Apko koi zarurat nahi thi hamare sath aisa karne ki. Ap samajte kya hai khud ko? Huh? Ap sab kuch karte jayege or ham apko kuch nahi kahege? Ham Hooriya Rehman hai. Ham apko jeetne nahi dege..." she wanted to continue her speech but was cut off by Zaydan.

"Hooriya Zaydan." He stated cheekily looking directly at her changing expressions.

A deep blush adjorned on her cheeks. He wanted to touch her cheeks but refrained himself.

"A..ap...apko itni sari baato me se sirf wahi sunai diya. Nahi badlege ham apna naam." She stated pointing her fingers at herself. "Apko jo karna hai kar lijiye. Ham apko kabhi accept nahi karege." Her fury knew no bound. Zaydan knew she must be angry with him but this much?

"Kyu? Ap mujhse mohabbat nahi karti ab? Ha? Apne to dua ki thi na k mujhe wo zarur mile jisse mai mohabbat karta hu? To ab kyu nahi?" He put forth his point making her lips sealed.

"Lekin ap hamse mohabbt nhi karte." She stated looking directly into his eyes making him flinch.

She picked up her clothes & went to attached bathroom to change herself leaving an astonished Zaydan behind to play with his thoughts.

Zaydan looked at her retreating back. He sure had broken her beyond repair. Now he knew what it feels like to get rejected by your loved ones. Sighing he stepped towards his walk in closet to change.

The night was surely long.

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Hoor stood in front of mirror looking at herself. She didn't knew what to do anymore. One side she was married to the love of her life & other side he was the only one who rejected her.

Does he really think she doesn't have any self respect. His words which she wanted to bury long ago still echoes in her mind. She has forgiven him that was for sure, but can she forget that night. She so much wanted to erase that night from her past, and start the new life awaiting for her. But she also have some self respect, she won't bow down in front of him this time. He will have to pay the consequences, and she will make sure of it.

With determination in her eyes she started doing her business.

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Hooriya entered the room to find no one there. She sighed in relief and started looking around the room which she was seeing for the first time. Earlier she didn't payed any heed to her surroundings as she was hell bent upon proving him wrong.

The room itself has small flat like appearance with small round couch arranged on the right side of the door which was covered by curtains which was full black. The black color was doing fair justice with the room.

The chandelier was hanging in between of the ceiling. The bed was on the left side of the small bed like couch set up. And bathroom and walkin closet beside the couch placed. There was a black cushion wall as the bedrest making the room more beautiful. Moreover balcony was designed beautifully opposite to the door. "Being interior designer has its own advantage."

With bedroom, bathroom was itself screaming richness with full black interior. 'This man is really crazy for black color', she thought. 'He surely had done a great job while designing his own room.'

She came out of her thoughts when she heard a click of the door opening. Turning around she turned around to see Zaydan coming out from walkin closet may be. Her breath hitched seeing him in all black casuals, with sweat pants and half sleeves shirt. His veins were popping out from his hands with his shirt fitted perfectly on his sculpted body with his abs forming the lining above the shirt.

Zaydan looked at her standing in front of bathroom door adjacent to closet. Wearing white simple salwar frock, her whitish skin was doing justice with her dress.

Than his gaze went to her hairs. For the first time ever he was seeing her hairs. Her dark brown hairs easily confused as black was flowing down her right shoulder freely till her hips.

Zaydan's mouth was on the ground seeing the beauty in front of him. He couldn't notice that she was also checking out him without any shame.

Noticing his gaze Hooriya looked down shyly, red color decorating her face due to shyness. Clearing her throat to gain her attention she stepped towards bed bringing him out of his trance.

Zaydan looked away. Cursing himself for ogling at het. But she is your wife now. His mind reminded him making him smile.

"Apke baal bhot khubsurat hai." He complimented her in a trance only for getting ignored.

Hooriya composed herself to show any emotion on her face at his compliment. Cursing herself in process for not hiding her hairs. But he is your mehram now. Her mind reminded her, but she ignored and instead asked for prayer mat.

Zaydan stepped towards her making her heart to beat fast. Stopping just a foot away from her he bent down and took out two mats from the drawer and layed the mats on the floor one after another. Hoor was looking at his every action. Zaydan turned to her, "lets pray two nafals first." He said and gestured her to come.

Hoor wanted to deny but didn't protested.

Zaydan lead the prayer saying "Allah huakbar." Hoor was mesmerised by his beautiful recitation. His voice contained love, respect & fear altogether for Allah during recitation. A tear leaked her eye listening to his beautiful voice.

They ended the prayer after completing Isha salah and made dua.

Hoor layed down on one side of the bed leaving enough space for 2 persons beside her.

Facing the balcony she looked at the night rewinding today's events. Each & every scene was playing in front of her eyes. She looked at Zaydan standing in balcony with his hands folded on his broad chest. She didn't imagined that at the end of the night he would be her husband. Hoor looked closely at him to find him taking out cigarette from his pockets and lightening it.

She stepped towards him, snatching the cigarette & threw it away. "Agli baar agar ye chiz karni hai to iske pehle hame azad kar dena." She said not realizing what she said while pointing her finger at him.

He was first startled at her action. But when he realized what was she saying, he became furious. Pulling her towards him with her same hand pointed towards him he crashed himself to her. His scent engulfed her from all sides making her heart to come out of her rib cage by the speed at which it was beating. "Khabardar! Khabardar jo azad karne ki baat ki to. Maine apse shadi apko azad karne k liye nahi ki hai. Apko gussa karna hai kijiye. Mujhe marna hai mariye. Lekin ap azad mere marne k baad hi hogi." Hoor's eyes widened at his last sentence. A shiver ran down her spine making goosebumps to rise all over her body.

First she was shocked at his actions. Her hands were captured behind her with his hands, so that she won't struggle. Tears flowed through her eyes at their intensity. She didn't expected him to react like this.

"Chodiye hame." She whispered. Their faces were just an inch away. Zaydan was looking at her eyes directly. Taking her both the hands in his one he wiped her tears with his thumb, cupping her face at last.

"Ch...cho...chodiye..." she whispered as more tears flowed down her eyes. It was the first time they were so close to each other. There wasn't a space remained between them. Zaydan came out of his trance at her helpless state.

At once freeing her from his grip he stepped back. Looking shocked at his actions, he himself didn't knew what was he doing. How can he touch her without her permission?

"I...I am sorry...I don't know what happen to me." Saying tiredly he rubbed his face and hurried inside.

By the time composing herself she came inside he was already layed on one side of the bed. His back was facing her. I shouldn't have said that. She thought to herself. Controlling her heartbeats she also layed down facing away from him.

Who thought her wedding night would be this adventurous. Note the sarcasm.

That night both the souls went to sleep with their minds clouded with each other's thoughts. But what they failed to notice was, after nearly 3 years they were finally sleeping in peace next to each other still at distance.

Who knows how much time it will take to travel that distance to each others hearts yet again but in a halal way.

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