May be its not always about trying to fix something broken, may be its about starting something over and creating something better. We can't reach somewhere when our hands are full of yesterdays junk. New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

A bird sitting in a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking. Because its trust is not in the branch, but in its wings.

All it takes is trust to take a leap but that itself needs courage.

No one can take the memories from the past. But the life in front of us is far more important than the life behind us. It's not too late to change the direction when we are not in peace with life we have.

Life in that lavish mansion was beginning with a new start where two souls were entwining with each other trying to fill the gaps and heal the cracks.

Amaan was sitting in his study room, working on some files along with Ali. While Arzoo was in kitchen making lunch along with Janet. They had their breakfast when Ali arrived. The mischievous look on Amaan's look was making Arzoo nervous. While she was trying to avoid looking at him.

'' what he spat?''

Amaan asked Ali who was reading a project file with a frown on his face. Upon hearing his voice, he looked up at him while Amaan was looking to his laptop. Ali scratched his eye brow knowing well that he will not like it when he will tell him.

'' Mr. John Battaglia is not ready. Other company has offered him more. so he will be considering their proposal but the things I know is that our proposal is in top but he is offered the money which in clear words it means he sold our proposal.'' Ali told him bluntly but the clenched jaw and red eyes of Amaan was an indication that he was boiling in anger. Amaan's nostrils flared and he stopped typing. He looked at Ali who was observing him. Amaan exhaled a deep breath and stood up. His hands in his pockets, he stood beside the window looking outside basically to nothing as his mind was roaming around of the possibilities which he would be doing.

'' your information just is making me grieve his soul ''

Amaan seethed his teeth. Ali chuckled and stood up as well.

'' so what to do now?''

Amaan looked at Ali and a sinister smile crept to his face which Ali clearly knew what was in his mind but he sighed and nodded his head at him.

Amaan fished his phone and dialed a number.

'' Ismail get that bastard to me ''

He cut the phone shortly and looked back to him.

'' he planted the seed but I will bury him ten feet under the ground. He should know what does it mean to cross with Amaan Rahmani'' he snarled with at most confidence in his voice and eyes. Ali nodded his head at him.

A knock on the door break their chain of thoughts.

'' come in '' the deep voice of Amaan made Janet enter the room.

'' Sir Lunch is ready. Ma'am is calling you both ''

Both nodded their head. Amaan turned to look at Ali who was already looking at him with a smirk on his face. Amaan arched his eye bro at him. Ali sighed and smiled.

'' glad to see your cold mansion in to a warm home '' Amaan smiled and shook his head to him.

'' Don't be a such a patriarch pensioner '' Amaan remarked and left leaving a laughing Ali behind.

Arzoo was setting the table when Amaan entered in his white shirt with two buttons of top open revealing his hard chiseled chest, and a slim boot cut denim looking casual yet handsome as always. Ali was wearing slim straight fit stretched jeans with a grey t shirt.

Ali looked at Arzoo and gave her a smile while Arzoo did the same. Her eyes traveled to Amaan who was already looking intensely to her with a smirk on his face, Arzoo blushed and averted her eyes from him.

They all had started their lunch.

'' oh my goodness Arzoo after aunty it's only you who can make such great Afghani food. I just cannot stop eating. If I come here a lot then I am sure that my model like body would be finished as I will be a fat balloon'' he laughed a long with Arzoo while Amaan was mesmerized by the sweet voice of her laughter which for the first time he had seen or heard it. she was looking breath taking. He was always struck by her beauty and innocence but it was the first time to notice her sweet laughter. This strings of his heart skipped its beat. She was sending shivers down his spine with her simple laughter. He was seeing something more beautiful than the stars in her smile. Her smile was confusing an approaching frown. Her pearl teeth, the curve of her lips attracted him to another level which he had never felt before or he felt but only with her.

Yes Amaan felt more with her than he ever felt with any one before. He was not a saint. He had many one night stands but he never thought about it later as it was over when there was sunshine but Arzoo was something else. She was ruling in his mind, heart and his every nerve never letting him at peace to not think about her. Nothing is more beautiful than a smile that has struggled through tears. And Amaan clearly knew she struggled to smile let alone laugh. Arzoo sensed his intense gaze, she looked at him and a blush crept to her cheeks as she looked back to her plate clearly playing with her food.

'' Sir Yoghurt '' Janet put the boil on the table. Arzoo put some in a bowl to Amaan with shivering hands while Ali gave a toothy grin to Janet.

'' Thank you Janet ''

Amaan averted his eyes from Arzoo and looked at Ali. He shook his head on his antics.

'' Such a pompous ''

Ali rolled his eyes and continued his food. He was satisfied with the look of Arzoo. It was clear that she was adjusting in her life although he knew it would be not a piece of cake for her but she was a fighter and she would overcome one day.

''you are going early stay for sometime more '' Arzoo said while seeing him off. Ali patted her head with affection.

''Thanks for the tasty lunch and see you at night ''

Amaan had told Arzoo about Anabia's pregnancy and she was beyond happy for her and her husband.

Arzoo gave him a smile and nodded her head.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Standing in the open balcony of her room, she was thinking of the time that she was with her family. with her uncle in her country.

The familiar smell of love and affection was so inviting for her.

She was missing them. Its been months now although she was talking with them through phone but still she was missing them.

It was the season of autumn. The season of changing colors.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day. How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.

How the –

'' hey ''

Arzoo jumped and almost screamed but stopped when she was turned abruptly and her lips were sealed by a fierce kiss. Arzoo's wide eyes closed with accord as his lips moved on hers devouring her. his strong arms pulled her more to him and her slender arms clutched his shoulders. His one hand grasp her neck and moved to her hairs as his lips continued their atrocity. Arzoo mewled and he pulled her more to him. His strong arms wrapped around her frame made her feel his warmth and his strength. It was these strong arms that she was feeling save now. She was feeling secure now. And it was in these arms that she felt the most vulnerable as well. Amaan left her lips and looked at her whose eyes were closed and breathing hard. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

Her hair was blowing carelessly in the wind, rich and dark in the sunlight. He had the oddest impulse to touch them, to reach out, to see and feel its scent again. Her lips were curved into a slight smile that seemed to radiate warmth. Once he wondered how she will look if she smile to him, and felt his heartbeat skip when he saw her smiling to him. She was happy and free and every part of her being seemed to be a mystery, just waiting to be discovered. And he was discovering her and skipping his heart in every step he was taking toward her.

Amaan put his fore head on hers.

'' go get ready. We are going out '' Arzoo pulled apart and looked at him with confusion. Amaan smiled and stroke her cheeks.

'' as you now tonight is the function that mom held for Anabia and its theme is Afghani clothes. Mom has bought you afghani clothes but I know you need other stuffs too so I will take you out for shopping and also will show you some good places. And also my dear wife...'' he paused as he pulled her to him making her gasp.

'' I was planning of going on a long honey moon somewhere beautiful '' he whispered to her in his husky voice sending shivers down her spine. Arzoo smiled and blushed beetroot.

'' don't make it hard for me now otherwise I will change the plans....... What say wifey''

Arzoo pushed him and tried to free herself while it was more attractive to him. She sighed and looked at him pleadingly. Amaan chuckled and kissed her cheek before leaving her.

After a few minutes, they both left for the purpose of shopping. Arzoo sat in the passenger seat of his sleek Ferrari. She noticed that there were two black hummers following the convertible from a discreet distance. She was confused as of thinking who might be following them.

'' its security protocol. Don't worry about it'' before she ask him, he answered her question but Arzoo was more confuse of him having a security protocol?

It dawned upon her as in that Amaan was not just a name but he was the number one and the youngest entrepreneur and billionaire of the year. Only important personalities like politicians got security protocol. And now looking at him who was leading her to Victorian estates to the endless boutique shopping to the sleek convertible and the people giving him so much attention and respect, made her realize that he was beyond famous than she heard about him. this kind of made her edgy as she thought she was not worthy for him. he needed someone from his class.

Sophisticated and smart like him.

'' Arzoo we are almost done with your clothes and shoes and also jewelry but tell me do you need anything else '' Amaan declared. Arzoo glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. he was wearing again a white shirt with straight boot cut blue jeans. His big muscles were strong as the shirt was giving his body a good frame. His hair was tossed to the side on his head and his smoldering eyes were hidden behind his ray – ban shades. They muscles in his arms flexed each time his hands moved in the steering wheel. She averted her eyes from him as her mind reminded her of the things she needed. But the problem was how to tell him.

Arzoo was dressed in a denim dress reaching till her anklets with full sleeves. Her hair open on her back and face was clean of makeup only with a shade of peach lip shade.

She started to fudge with the buttons of her dress thinking of the ways to tell him or simply ignore. Suddenly the car stopped. She looked at Amaan who unbuckled his seat belts gesturing her to do the same. Confusingly Arzoo unbuckled her seat belt and followed him behind. They entered in to a big and lavish store. Arzoo looked at name but she had no idea where they were until the entered inside. Her breath stopped looking around. It was a lingerie store.

She snapped her head to Amaan who was talking to someone on his phone sensing her eyes on him, he turned to her and winked. her eyes expanded wide. She turned around and looked at the materials in clear nervousness.

'' I am your husband Arzoo, you think I don't know or I wouldn't know?

Choose whatever you need I will make an urgent call ok?'' Arzoo give him a smile and nodded her head.

She was glad of him not being beside her as now she could concentrate and choose whatever her need was. After a while he entered and at the same time, she hold her bags. He paid the bills and they both left.

In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain and some beauty. And that's the way new leafs grow.

They were like leafs. The fall but grew again and together they were trying to grow stronger.

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Epilogue is on the way.

A reader messaged me that I should add more romance in these remaining chapters but the problem is that I am not good in that section. So I hope that what I wrote are will write would be good enough to understand.......

Few is left so....

Keep reading and keep guessing.