Tracing her jaw, he leaned to her face. Making her heart to run a marathon. Her breaths were going to stop as he stopped few inches from her plump and quavering lips. His eyes were locked with her hesitated and timid eyes, apart from her beauty; one thing more was attracting him to her unknowingly. And that was her shyness. She was extremely shy in front of him. He has seen her talking with Ali. Even smiling a little, but in front of him, she was completely timid and shy. And he liked his that effect on her. She closed her eyes tightly, not bearing the intensity of his eyes. Which was making her heart caged and her soul chained to him. He was never with her when she was his fiancé. Even now when she is his wife he doesn't acknowledge her. but there was something in his eyes, which would attract her. they were intense, zealous and ardent which she couldn't look at them more than a second. Amaan smirked looking at her quavering form as he saw her shivering under his heated gaze.

Is that it?

The lions of his pride grew stronger ten times more seeing the effect he had on her. In all this while he knew that, when she would come in front of him, she would change to a timid and shy person. She was introvert, shy, timid, fearful, bashful, diffident person. But in front of him, she would become more of these all. Sometimes he would wonder why? But then he would shrug it all, only liking his this effect on her. She needed to be like as he wouldn't tolerate a strong head girl in front of him. He was always the dominating one and he would always be. And if Arzoo was a strong head girl, then he would break her to be as he wants her to be. But lucky to his starts that he didn't have to do much as she was as he wanted to be.

Arzoo opened her eyes and looked that he was still looking at her in the same few inches space between them, but his eyes were in a far trace. Like he was observing her every feature. While she was sure that Amaan can see the fear in her eyes for him, she looked down to her hands. May be hiding her fear from him, which was visible in her eyes for him. They say that eyes are the mirror of your heart and he knew that she was afraid of him, that he saw in her eyes. He felt like he had won a battle, but it was not satisfying him. It was too soon for her to fear him as he hasn't done anything yet with her.

Amaan grasped her hand tightly and tilted his head, giving her a devilish look which scared her more.

'' today I am making our marriage official, and introduce you to the world as my wife but..'' he put more pressure on her wrist making her hiss in response.

''don't be happy as it will make your life hell. You will be caged for ever with me while I will pull out your feathers one by one each day making you vulnerable. But remember one thing girl, never mess with my name. I am Amaan Rahmani. The world knows me. And after today this weight will be on your shoulders too as you will walk as my wife. If ever you tried to tint or tarnish my name, then I will smirch the soul out of your body. Do not wake up the lion and if you did, then you will curse your stars'' there was so much authority in his voice and strong warning in it too which made her knees weak. She hold the dressing table. Long forgot the pain in her hand as it was still in his steal like grip. The anger, angst, loath was not only in his voice but his eyes too. they were speaking what his heart had for her. At that moment she felt so unwanted, so undesirable, and so weak.

I am not waiting for something happened, as I am cursing my stars every day for making me your wife.

I don't consider myself lucky,

She mentally said but looking at him she knew that he was waiting for her response as he raised his eye brow at her. she nodded, she felt hurt, she felt like her own thoughts were like broken glass, shredding her throat and covering her mind with a thick layer of hopelessness while her heart was still oblivious to it

Hurting someone can be as easy as throwing a stone in the sea. But do we have any idea how deep that stone can go?

Being hurt is not a function of the physical pain people cause us, sometimes we are just lying down, immobilized by the mental torture someone as inflicted on us. But what hurts the most is that when you start living a fake life, pretending and showing a happy life, while your own life is nothing but a facet of lies.

What hurts the most is that, the life you have always wanted, suddenly you get it but it's wrapped in a thick layer of lies.

It looks like you are seeing a mirage in a desert which you hope for it to be true, but you know it's not!

Arzoo was living a fake life, while she knew people envy her life. But reality was opposite.

Amaan hold her hand tightly and intervened their fingers, she was again feeling that weird sensations of his touch, her heart skipped its beat and she closed her eyes to control the strong wind of feelings which was taking her away to a magical land, which she had no idea about it. The entered the hall, all the eyes were on them. Amaan's navy blue suit with black dress shirt and black tie was complementing her mermaid burgundy satin dress. Arzoo was feeling nervous. Her hands were sweating while unknowingly she clutched his hand tightly, and with other hand she clutched his fore arm. Amaan looked at her, she was looking nervously to the people throw her lashes, her innocence touched his heart. He put his hand on her hand on his fore arm. Giving her hand a gentle press, she looked at him who was already looking at her. his touch on her hands were gentle but there was a .......warning too!

'' here comes Mr. Amaan Rahmani and Mrs. Arzoo Rahmani. The beautiful couple of the evening'' Ali announced to the guest while all clapped for the newly wedded couple. The function was held in his mansion as he wanted not big and not too small. The decorations, designs, lights everything was screaming luxury and grandeur. Which Arzoo was not aware of, she had a simple life while this life was not fascinating her, but it feared her. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and walked down the spiral stair case holding his hand tightly scaring she will fall any minute cause she could feel all the eyes on her and of course her heels.

Mrs. Zarina took her and introduced her to her friends. Arzoo was delighted to see the warming smile on their face but the most warm smile was Mrs. Zarina's. This made her smile forgetting her sadness and fear. Her presence would always warm her heart. She would feel her mother in her.

Amaan didn't bother to introduce her to his colleagues as for him it was enough to stand in the hall as his wife.

After some time the dinner was served, Amaan and Arzoo were showered with gifts from the guests. Arzoo couldn't help but notice that they were very expensive gifts as Amaan's statues was high so gifts were not just random gifts. Mr. Ahmad introduced her to his friends also. She was delighted to meet new but positive and good people.

'' lets go you need rest you look tired.'' Said Mr. Ahmad to his wife seeing her tired and paled face. Amaan looked at his father and then at his mother, the look on his mother's face clenched his heart. she was looking pale and weak.

'' aunty you need to take rest let me take you to your room'' upon hearing Arzoo's voice, Mrs. Zarina couldn't help but give her a weak smile. She cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead.

'' don't be silly dear, this is your function. Upon my absence you have to look after the guest and be a good host. Anabia had to leave too since her husband had booked her flight early making her mad on him'' both chuckled remembering her fight with her husband over the phone, but she had to leave early. Mrs. Zarina looked at Arzoo who was looking at her wedding ring. The gloominess was not hidden from Mrs. Zarina. She looked at her husband and Mr. Ahmad knew that the needed to be alone so he left him and stand beside Amaan meeting their partners while Ali was cracking lame jokes making Amaan rolled his eyes.

'' do you consider me as your mother?'' that sudden question took her off guard as Arzoo looked at Mrs. Zarina finding her already looking at her. She licked her lips and swallowed hard as she got the hint that where this question will lead to. And she had no desire to tell this old, kind and ill woman something which will break her hope and her heart. With beating heart she nodded. Mrs. Zarina calculatively looked at her, and she knew that something is off with her.

'' are you sure Arzoo?'' Arzoo looked at her and lost her words. As what she should tell her?

And how?

Clearing her throat she mustered some courage and looked at her in the eye.

'' I am sure aunty. You are my mother. What made you ask me that?'' she asked hesitatingly which made Mrs. Zarina smile. She looked at her for good few seconds which made Arzoo looked down.

''you don't consider me as your mother dear, otherwise you would have told me what's wrong between you too?

I have eyes dear and I can see and I have mind to understand. He left you on your wedding night and slept in his study. I saw him while he was sleeping on his couch. I thought things will be fine when we will come here, I thought maybe he is giving you space. As its all knew to you both. But I was wrong. You both build strong wall between each other. The vice versa happened. You are living in a spare room while he is living in his room. in all this what I didn't expect was that you will not stand on my promises. I told you it's not an easy walk. You will fall but you need to stand up. I know marriage is work of two people but if one is standing in one place and not considering another as his or her partner then you need to understand him who you are. What place you have in his life, you need to make it. But you gave up and let Amaan live his bachelorette life?

Arzoo how can you be so naïve dear? What do you think someone else will come and fix your life?

Of a magic will happen and erase all your problems?

No dear nothing will happen. But as for looking at your quietness, I think I should talk to him. give him some sense which I should have done it before but its not late either.'' Her voice was stern and her eyes were serious. Her every word made Arzoo think of her place in his life.

Have I let my life like hey wire?

Was I wrong to be quite in front of him?

Was I wrong to not defend myself in front of his blames and accusations?

What was I thinking that time or even now?

Do I want my place in his life and his heart?

The two most important days in your life are the day you are born, and the day you find out why!

When your why is big enough, you will find your how!

The how doesn't matter if your reason why is big enough, anything is possible!!

There comes a point when dreams become reality, and reality becomes dream. Leaving one in thinking to the spine.

Someone hold her arm and turned her. She got startled and looked at black eyes staring her with blank expression. Arzoo gulped down and looked at side only to find it empty. She was so gross in her thoughts that she didn't see Mrs. Zarina left from there. Amaan looked at her for good few second before he mentally hurt her again.

'' what were you talking with mom?'' he asked in his usual deep husky voice making her swallow her saliva.

'' hey Amaan won't you introduce me to your beautiful wife?'' hearing this voice would always disgust him and he didn't need to look at him as he knew who he was. A notorious playboy who was famous for his this image rather than a businessman. He always hated Rizwan khan. And never wanted to do business with a cheap and dirty man like him. he was 28 same age as Amaan but his image was not as clean as his. Amaan didn't invite him to this party but he is associated to other business partner of Amaan so he was invited through them which irked him to no level. Amaan never liked him to be around women, thank fully Anabia was not here but his wife was. Hearing his voice and remark, he awaked a possessiveness inside him, he snaked his arm around Arzoo's waist and pulled her to himself. Arzoo was feeling uncomfortable in front of this man whose eyes were speaking more than his mouth. but when Amaan pulled her to himself, she clutched his lapel with his hand and felt save?.

'' Rizwan khan, how you came here?'' there was anger, vexation and exasperation in his voice which was Arzoo well aware and so he. He looked at Amaan and smirked before he looked again at Arzoo making her more uncomfortable and Amaan more irked.

'' oh come on man, you shouldn't behave with your guests like this. you didn't invite me but I guess its not my place to tell you that we are from the same business industry. And we have links so I was invited through that links if you know what I mean.'' Amaan clenched his jaw and glared at him deadly.

'' Rizwan!

Enjoy'' it was a warning with a smirked making Rizwan shudder as he knew what kind of man Amaan is. His calmness is like an alarm for other to sense the danger coming their way. He gulped and nodded but he gave one last look to Arzoo before he left. Arzoo noticed, there was something else on that last look. Her six sense was alarming her, she felt shiver run down her spine, but she shrugged it off.

May be I am thinking too much.

Little did she know that the great storm was coming but the tides has turned.

Her mind whispered to her heart,

The storm is coming!

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