The manifest conspicuous purple glimmered in the dim lights, the small beads and gemstones that were intricately woven in her chest path, sleeves cuffs and skirt borders were shining along with the traditional white cold jewelry with precious stones in it. the embroidery in the chest patch were in red, orange and green color along with mirror work. With an orange color veil and embroider border line was giving it an extra exquisite look. The slender collarbones peaked up as the boat shaped necklines showed her milky skin. Her luscious undulating chocolate brown hair open and were parted with a vintage tribal kutchi ethnic Afghani head piece. With precious ethnic vintage stones. Her slender neck was embraced with a choker silver and brass afghani tribal vintage necklace. Along with vintage kutchi red – crescent earrings. Her delicate hands were in ethnic tribal cuffs in turquoise and oral silver cuffs. a pair of gypsy anklets were bracing her feet. Her makeup was minimum but her blood red lipstick was standing out. Her green eyes and red lips was a deadly match to her dress. She was a sight for sour eyes.

Arzoo looked at herself when her makeup artist announced her work was done.

'' on my god Arzoo. You will kill my brother for sure. You are so beautiful'' Anabia's chirpy voice made her blushed

'' yes ma'am you are real beautiful and the less make up or heavy makeup works well on your face. We beauticians call this kinds of beautiful faces portrait where our hands work on it but the real beauty comes out itself''

Arzoo give her a smile.

'' Thank you ''

Anabia was noticing that her smile was a shy smile but it was still not reaching to her eyes and she knew it will take time. She came with her heavy white and red Afghani dress and made Arzoo stand from the tool that she was sitting. Arzoo's heavy dress made a swooshing sound as she turned toward Anabia. ''I am happy for you Arzoo. My brother is happy and I have never seen this kind of happiness and content in his eyes before. I know he have hurt you but I am glad you gave him a chance and I know my twin when he have a chance, he never let it go haywire''

'' I know Anabia. I am trying but deep inside my heart has a hole. It will take time to heal but I am happy with him. He makes me feel special and I can read that in his eyes...''

'' and he loves you''

Anabia didn't let her complete and blasted a bomb on Arzoo. Arzoo snapped her head toward her with wide eyes and hang open mouth. She was in shock.

'' What '' it more came like a whisper to her. Anabia took her chocolate and munch a bite while still looking at Arzoo's shocked face.

'' what. You can't read it in his eyes?''

She asked as she rose her hands in the air clearly not understanding Arzoo's shocked expression. Arzoo frowned but she was lost of words to tell her. Amaan would love her?

It was beyond possibility for her. Surely he liked her and he told her many times that he like her or that she is beautiful. Surely they had spent time more intimately with each other and Amaan made it special to her every time. His word and his actions his care was visible to her that it was not an erotic moment between them but it meant something to both. But love?

''you will find out one day. But for now let's go. The party has already started'' Arzoo swallowed through her dry throat as suddenly she was feeling nervous to go down and to meet him. Her legs were getting heavy and so her heart beat. She took a deep breath and walked behind Anabia to hall. The party was held in Amaan's farmhouse.

Walking from the stair case, her eyes were downcast and her heart beating fast. Arzoo knew that many eyes were on her but she was beyond nervous to look at one pair of eyes looking at her intensely. She timidly looked up and roamed her eyes around. Her breath stopped as her eyes landed on the pair of eyes looking at her. she stopped in the middle of the staircase looking at her front with beating heart. his breath stopped looking at the beauty in front of him. she was a living his burning desire once again as his body refused to not think about of her or to not look at her.

''fuck'' Amaan cursed under his breath.

While her state was different. tears welled in her eyes as she made her way down the staircase. Every fiber of her body was feeling agitated. It was her honest attempt to stop her tears but looked like along her body, they had their own mind.

''un....uncle '' it was more like a whisper to herself.

Mr. Jamil was standing there along with Hamid and Noori looking at her. he smiled and opened his arms for her while Arzoo ran and hugged him. the case of tears broke as she broke in tears clutching his shawl in her fists. Mr. Jamil hugged her back and patted her head with affection.

'' no no dear. Stop crying now doll '' he coaxed to her but she was far to even listen to him. Mrs. Zarina and Mr. Ahmad were smiling at her while Anabia and Noori were crying but one pair of eyes was looking at her with so many emotions swirling in his deep eyes. He sighed and wreaked a hand in his well sit hairs. Unlike other's Amaan was not wearing traditional clothes but he was wearing simple white salwar kameez with his hair set aside and his dusty stubble looking as always handsome and authoritative. Arzoo broke the hug and looked at him if he was really there. Mr. Jamil wiped her tears and give her a smile. Arzoo was embraced by a warm hug of Noori who too had tears in her eyes. she hugged her and tears were streaming off her face. Hamid came and patted her head and side hugged her. for a second Arzoo went rigid as her eyes searched for him who was standing in a corner with his eyes on her. she looked at him. Amaan clenched and unclenched his jaw to control his emotions and one look at her innocent eyes made him things which he normally wouldn't do. He give her a small smile and Arzoo relaxed a bit. Hamid stood beside her.

'' I missed you my dear. Our house was so empty without you. Its dark and cold'' Arzoo broke down again and put her head on his chest.

''i.............. I missed y.......you too uncle. I missed you a......all'' she managed to say through her tears.

The party started but Amaan's eyes were on her all the time. It was getting hard for him. He was not comfortable to see eyes on her. he was not comfortable to see her cousin standing beside her although he knew that he was like an elder brother to her but his possessive part was still the same when it would come to her. Amaan wanted her to himself although he knew that he was being selfish again but that he couldn't help it when it was about her.

'' don't you have eyes to see'' a voice grabbed his attention as Amaan looked at Noori snapping at Ali who was equally agitated at her.

'' well I have but it looks your eyes are so heavy with all the layers of mascara and lashes that you can't see properly'' Ali bantered back but only to make Noori red in anger. She gasped and cleaned her dress from the juice spells.

'' you have no manners to talk to a beautiful girl like me. Shameless ''

'' really I don't see any beautiful girl here unless an arrogant girl standing in front of me''

Amaan chuckled at their bunkering as he could see that Ali was enjoying to annoy Noori and this was something which he could see in his eyes the way he was looking at Noori.

''you should be lucky mister that this is a party or else I would smack your face so hard that there would be less difference between your nose and your mouth '' anger was visible as she was red and her nostrils were flaring but Ali find it adorable. It was the first time someone didn't spare him any attention but rather was bickering at him.

'' really??

As for as I can see you are like a fly in front of me buzzing nonsense. But I can understand its cause of jet lag'' Ali smirked looking at the annoying face of Noori.

'' shut up. Shameless'' she stormed from there but not before listening to his naughty remarks which made her more furious.

'' you haven't seen the best of me yet darling'' he remarked with a mischievous smirk on his face. Noori cursed under her breath and left to clean her dress. Ali turned and looked at Amaan who was standing with Mr. Jamil and his father. But he crocked his eye brow to Ali who winked at him and made his way and stand beside them.

'' you like to annoy her?'' Amaan whispered to him while Ali smiled and looked at her who was standing with Arzoo with an annoyed face.

'' I never knew it would interest me this much''

'' Amaan my son thank you for taking care of her. I had this great fear about her future but after looking at her now, its evaporated. She is happy and thank you my son'' it was a clear slap on Amaan's face. His smile dropped from his face but still he managed to give him a small smile but deep inside only he knew how much guilty he was feeling. His eyes landed on her who was laughing with Anabia and Noori. He swallowed through his dry throat as it was the first time he was seeing her laughing like she had never faced anything before.

'' she witnessed her parents untimed and cruel dead. Their bodies were half burn and half sliced. Drenched in blood and she saw that at the age of 6. She faced a lot my son. People's hungry eyes were on her and for that reason I had to keep her more at home. I know that she was too innocent to understand their hungry and lustful eyes so I had to keep her save but my greatest fear was that will you protect her as well?

But now I can only say that I was thinking too much'' Mr. Jamil smile along with Mr. Ahmad but Amaan's eyes were on her. he felt a pang of pain knowing about her. Amaan never cared about her and never bothered to care but now he was angry as why he didn't?

Did he keep her save?

No.

He hurt her,

He blamed her,

Her broke her.

'' I clearly remember my one mistake regarding her. there was a function in their college and Noori forced me to send them both there. I agreed half heatedly but soon I regret it and I regret it till now'' he sighed but this take Amaan's attention as he snapped his head toward him with full attention.

'' some of the students pranked her that Noori was waiting in one of the classes in the college but when Arzoo entered there, she was locked in the darkness. Arzoo has phobia of darkness since she lost her parents it came with the trauma she face after word. If Noori didn't reach on time, I don't know what would had happen to her''

He sighed but Amaan was drawn in remorse when he remembered that he had locked her for a month in darkness with one time food. He remembered when he found her lifeless lying taking shallow breaths.

He realized that he had been a monster to an angel.

He does not deserve her.

Ali patted his shoulder.

'' he is taking care of her uncle. In fact both are taking care of each other''

Mr. Jamil smiled with Mr. Ahmad. After a small chat with Hamid, Amaan left with a remorse feeling in his heart.

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With a heavy tired sigh, Amaan entered his room which he usually used when he is in his farmhouse. He closed his eyes and her face flashed in the curtains of his eyes. He snapped opened his eyes.

'' I made her face every fucking thing that she had no courage to face.

I made her trauma worst.

I made her life worst.

I broke her when she had nothing wrong against me except waiting for her fucking fiancé to come and gracefully make her his. She was waiting for the respect from her husband but what I did?''

Sighing, he jumped to his feet and headed toward his gym. He needed to relieve the heavy emotional turmoil that he felt. He hated feeling like this. it was easier for him to function when the little emotions he felt didn't interfere with his mind. He held no empathy and was glad of that too as he had enemies and having a soft heart, would only complicated things further for him but things changed with it would came to her. his heart would be soft and he was feeling empathy toward her and guilt toward his actions.

'' Amaan ''

He stopped dead in his tracks when a sexy beautiful voice called him by his name. his heart took a speed the moment he turned. The sight in front of him, made his heart to stop for a moment. Arzoo was standing there with all her glory in that beautiful afghani dress and jewelry looking desirable to his eyes. she was standing with her hands neatly knotted together and her veil handing loosely on her one shoulder. Her curly hairs were cascaded to her back and few on her one shoulder. The jewelers and makeup was making her beauty ten times folded. Her painted red lips and her downcast eyes made him to take a breath. Slowly, she raised her face and met his eyes, her cheeks covered in pink hue. She was blushing looking at him and Amaan absolutely loved it when she would blush. It made him feel of the effect he had on her. Arzoo strolled toward him, her steps cultured and appealing. It radiated suave and opulent. The mere sight of her was enough to set Amaan on fire but at the same time igniting the guilt inside him.

'' thank you '' she meekly told him but Amaan frowned looking at her.

'' aunty told me that y....you invited my family here. It means a lot to me ''

His hands itched to grab her face and claim her rosy lips but looking at her, his heart stopped when she got on her toes and kissed him on his cheek. Amaan looked at her. He was bewildered.

He saw a small smile tug at her lips. Her green eyes shone, taking his breath away.

Amaan reached out, his hand coming up to her face. Arzoo was looking at him still having that smile but she lowered her eyes with a blush on her face. Amaan noticed and chuckled lightly, he knew that she feared him but right now she leaned to his touch.

It touched his heart.....

His hand went from her cheek to the nape or her neck. His fingers basking in the warmth of her, his senses overpowered by her warmth. Amaan pulled her head to himself and to his level while his other hand stabled her at her waist. She was feeling the covet crave in his eyes for her. he was feeling the throbbing pain and crave just by looking at her.

Arzoo could feel and read all his feelings. She was glad of him to think and do something like this to her.

'' thank you aunty for this surprise'' Arzoo said with tears still in her eyes.

'' don't thank me dear. Thank Amaan. He did it and told us to keep it a surprise for you'' to say she was shocked would be an understatement as she was gob smacked.

'' yes Arzoo. Amaan called dad last week but only to tell him that we should be here for you. dad was confuse but in just few days Amaan arranged all and here we are. At first I was unhappy as why can't you come here but then Hamid said that he needs to go to US since it's an official trip from his new job which Amaan helped him and so we all came here'' she was shocked to know about all this.

Amaan did it for her?

Her heart panged sweet pain thinking about him.

Amaan's intense eyes pulled her in from the chain of her thoughts. unconsciously, she moved toward him. Amaan saw it and his eyes darkened.

His head slowly dipping down to her level and his lips captured hers in a slow yet passionate kiss. Her heart thumped loudly and she locked her arms around his strong neck. She responded to his kiss. His teeth, his tongue and his lips were torturing her soft one's.

He pulled back before he deepen the kiss. Both panted and Amaan plastered his forehead to hers.

'' Arzoo ''

He called her gently. She opened her eyes and looked at him shyly. But frown looking at his knitted brows.

'' I am ................ I am feeling guilty for what I did to y....''

'' I want to move on. Please help me not to mention the past''

Before he could finish, Arzoo put her finger on his lips not letting him complete.

Amaan was surprise to hear that.

He knew that she was trying and somehow she had accepted him but he still couldn't believe that Arzoo would take the first step toward him while he is the one who do that all the time.

Amaan was confuse but soon changed to shocked at Arzoo got on her toes and brushed her lips to his and pecked him. it was quick as it came and went away in a blur but it took his breath away.

she smiled at him taking a step back breaking the hug. The spark in her eyes left him baffled.

Amaan's eyes darkened looking at her face's features. His eyes ranked up and down her. his gaze lustful and lewd. His features hardened as he took her inside his eyes.

Arzoo's heart slammed against her rib cage as she saw him stalk toward her in fluid and calculative step.

Her lips parted slightly as she suddenly found breathing by her nose and chore. Heat radiated on both of them.

The air was silence and thick that could be cut by a knife.

Their eyes speaking in a silent language. There body's warmth sending silent messages through their fibers. Amaan buried his hand in her thick curly hairs and brought her head upward to meet with his awaiting burning lips. He pressed a gently close mouth kiss while still looking at her eyes which closed in ecstasy.

The clear euphoria took them both as they were lost in deep desire and passion. Her lips were soft and while he engulfed her in his rough one's eliciting a moan from her. Her hands grabbed the broad nape of his neck as she pulled him down, climbing on her tiptoes. His hands hold her waist tightly and pulled her more. there was no space between them when they were holding each other. She moaned again but that was her undoing as he caged her to the wall still continuing his torture on her lips. His breath was warm and intense just like his personality. While her breath was warm and sweet just like her personality. His hands unzipped her dress from back making her gasp but there was not a second as he left her lips and started his sweet torture on her jaw and neck making her breathless. He gently pulled her and took her to bed. Taking a good look at her,

Her long curly hairs were spread on the pillow; her face was flushed with swollen lips. She absentmindedly parted her lips to breath but Amaan's mind took it. he cursed under his breath.

He was intimidating like his personality. And she was cower but the spark in her eyes was new to him. He crawled on top of her and she had to let go of the little fear she still had of him.

His tongue trailed on the column of her neck, his nose tracing the smooth skin as he planted his lips everywhere.

The silent sound of the crickets and the swooshing sound of the dry leaves were not distracting as they were hidden the melodies voices of moans and whimpers of the night.

Sparks of felicity traveling in her body. He entwined their fingers and looked at her hooded eyes.

They both lost in themselves reaching to their turbulent again and again with ecstasy and content in life.