Hooriya.

"What are humans but broken pieces of dreams, expectations and plans." I whisper to the winds as my tresses flow freely in the air, a cup of coffee in my hands.

"The twist in the tale is that the pieces can be joined back to perfection with deep rooted love." Am I hallucinating? Because I can hear him now. I turn around in shock only to find him standing there in flesh. A black button down shirt and jeans and his hands tucked in their pockets, he looks just perfect.

"What are you doing here?" I question trying to keep a check on my thumping heart.

He walks casually towards me like he has all the time in the world, his eyes taking me in. He stands close to me, too close for my liking. Before I can pull back, his hands find my shoulders tugging me forward. He drops his head on my shoulder, inhaling me in. He murmurs something that I couldn't hear.

He then straightens up, looking at me with a glint in his eyes.

"I am here to invite the Patel family for a Khan wedding." The fuck did he just say? My hands fist my dress tightly lest I slap him. The fury in my eyes somehow seems to amuse him if his chuckle is any evidence. Glad he finds my helplessness amusing.

I push him hard on his chest, and I can proudly state he stumbled back. Before he recovers, I use both my hands to push him on the ground.

"Ouch!" He let's out. Yes. Ouch. The guts this bloody man has.

I bend on either side of his torso, holding his collar to pull it up so his face is close to mine.

"Maardungi. Jaan se maardungi agar kisi aur se shaadi karne ka socha bhi to", I threaten in a dangerous voice but all this maniac can do is grin. I hit his chest with strong fists and he let's me. When I am finally exhausted, I slump on his body. My eyes betraying me as they shed tears of happiness at seeing him. He rubs my back soothingly kissing my hair repeatedly.

Why is he being so affectionate today? What are you doing Hooriya? He is here to invite your family for his wedding and you are jumping on him like you have never seen a man in your life.

I sit up on his abdomen, coming out of his embrace. His hands slide to my waist, holding me protectively. All his actions scream he loves me too, but his words.

"Leave me. Just go back to your fiancé. Just leave me alone." I try to get up from him but he doesn't let me.

"How can I leave you alone when I have strict orders from the Sarpanch of Vijayapet to get his daughter home? Because who else will look after all the preparations of the wedding if not the you" Did he hit his head somewhere? Now he wants me to take charge of his wedding?

"Main nai aarahi. Kisi decorator ko bulalein aap. Main hargiz nahin aaungi. " I state firmly.

"Oh! Sad. Dad will be very disappointed if his beloved daughter won't attend his own wedding."

"Do whatever you want to. I wo-..... wait. What? His wedding?" I gasp in surprise. What is happening?

He pulls my head down, staring deeply into my eyes. "Yes. His wedding. He finally decided to confess to Saroj chachi, oops now she would my ammi. So yeah, they are getting nikaahfied next week. And he has told strictly nobody but you will do all the arrangements." He says as if bored out of his mind to repeat the same lines.

I can only stare at him in shock. I mean, I knew Abbaji had a thing for Saroj chachi but wasn't it his son's wedding coming. Please tell me Asad dropped the idea of marrying that witch.

He seems to catch on my confusion as he places his head in my neck, his warm lips touching my mole. Don't get distracted Hooriya. First listen to what he has to say.

"I am sorry Hoor. So so so sorry. I was blinded by my drive for revenge. I just wanted to hurt your father for what happened to my brother. It was stupid of me to think I could hurt you and not feel it back ten times stronger. Every time I hurt you, I realized I had hurt myself a ten times deeper. But when you left home, that's when I realized my life is incomplete without you, as cliché as that sounds. I can't even breathe properly knowing I can't see you again. Please forgive me, I was stupid yes but I also didn't plan to marry Sabrina ever. I had just told her this was an act and i could never marry again. If it helps my case, even while plotting for my revenge I never imagined anyone else but you as my wife." By now his tears have completely blotched my kurta.

He cried all the while saying this to me. I never imagined I would see the Asad Raheem Khan break apart in my arms.

I pull his head back, wiping away all the tears with my fingers. I want to kiss him senseless and also hit his head on a wall. I want to pull him back in my arms and also push him miles away.

I get up from him and he follows suit dusting his pants. I walk down from the terrace, walking towards my room.

"Hoor" I hear the longing, the pain, everything in his voice. But I don't turn around. I can't. He has hurt me too much.

I lock my door, pacing around continuously trying to wrap my head around what just happened. He finally realised. He isn't marrying Sabrina. He has no romantic feelings for her. He just wanted revenge. He wants me back. But am I ready to step into all of this again. To take the risk of him hurting me again? What if he wants to avenge his brother's death again. Can I survive this again?

Amena comes in after knocking.

"Baji, aren't you going with jiju? Because he said he has some work and you want to stay longer with us. As much as I would like that, but don't you have responsibilities to fulfil there? I mean there is wedding." So he is leaving again? Without even trying once more.

I just nod rushing out with my sling bag and phone. I inform my parents I going with him and run towards the parking lot. I see him settling on the driver's side. I maneuver towards the passenger seat and settle down. I see him look up at me shocked from the corner of my eyes.

"I...I thought you did not want to come." He said. Whoa, stuttering and Asad? What happened to him in the two days I left him alone?

"I am only going because Abbaji called me." I state rudely turning to look outside the window. But his manly cologne is a huge distraction. Can I ever get over this man?

My heart skips a beat when he intertwines his fingers with mine placing a quick kiss at the back of my hand. He then places our joined hands on his thigh. They remain there all through the journey back home.

Fast forward to the Wedding day.

"Rakeena, keep the roses aligned. Don't just spread them there. Make a nice nice pattern or something. But don't make a heart, it will be too cliché." She nods continuing her work. My phone goes again, it's the baker's call. I had ordered a black forest cake for the valima.

"Hello. Yes. Okay great. Please have it delivered home within an hour." I turn around to check Abbaji's sherwani and am met with Asad in the way. He looks me up and down and his mouth parts slightly. I want to giggle at his expression. I am already dressed for the function today in a deep red lehenga. He looks handsome too in his three piece suit. Because apparently, my husband here doesn't like traditional outfits. No surprise there.

Ever since we came back one week ago, I have kept him at an arm's length. He has tried every trick there is in the book to woo me back but I have stood my ground. How long, is a question even I can't answer. I have forgiven him, the very first day he apologized to me. But letting him off the hook that easily would be too much liberty. Ammi tells me you should keep your men in control.

He just walks away without even complimenting me. The one thing that hasn't changed is his 'I won't be Asad anymore if I talk a lot' habit. I mean, he barely speaks. But that has never been a problem. I can always read his eyes. Like right now, they held so much appreciation for me. Infact, I find it so hot.

After the Nikaah ceremony, both of them cut the cake and obviously the entire of Vijayapet was invited. Phew, the wedding is finally over.

But what bugged me throughout was Asad. He didn't even look at me through out the function. I frown. Did I overdo it? Ofcourse I did. I shouldn't have discarded all his efforts. Damn, I feel guilty now.

I walk towards our room fast, hoping Asad is there. He is standing in the balcony, staring at the sky already changed in his sweats. I quickly change and come out of the washroom.

I sit down on my side of the bed, fighting my instinct to go to him. He turns around walking towards the door. Where is he going? I quickly sprint to him, "Where are you going?"

"I am going to sleep in a guest room or something" What? My heart drops at the idea.

"W..why?"

"It's nothing about you. Don't worry, it's just getting difficult for me. So, I thought it was better to sleep somewhere else until you decide to give me the time of your day." He says shrugging. But I caught the underlying hurt in his tone. He turns around again taking the know in his hands.

I hug him tightly from behind, pressing my face into his back.

"Don't go please" I say hoping he listens to me. He becomes tensed initially. But then he relaxed and nodded.

"Okay" He says and moves towards his side.

He listened to me? My heart jumps in happiness. Why is he still not looking at me? Stop being an attention seeking bitch Hooriya. He must be tired.

I walk towards his side climbing up and sleeping on him. He turns slightly adjusting my weight on him. His hands are still by his side, ugh I need them wrapped around me. I look up at him frustrated, "Why won't you look at me?" I complain pouting. Finally, his eyes open and he stares at me. But he doesn't say anything. And his hands are still by his side.

"Fine. Be like that. I will go down and sit with Saif. Atleast he won't be boring." I say trying to get up from him and the next thing I know I am flipped. He is now on top of me, his eyes dark with equal parts anger and desire.

"Shut it. You are not going anywhere." He states lethally back in his dominating aura. And I grin, that's how I like my husband. Dominant, angry and possessive.

"Why? Are you scared I will like him better?", I tease him and he presses his pelvis on my sensitive part inducing a moan. His hands roam my body as if a man on a mission. I bite my lips to stop from shouting in pleasure when he flicks my nipple. Gosh, when did he reach there? He places angry kisses on my neck and jaw no no clench my thighs in anticipation.

"There is nothing to be scared of. Every part of your body and soul is mine, Allah made sure of that." He grits out, his anger turns me on more.

"I need you Asad. Now" There is a desperation in my tone I haven't known before. He shakes his head, "Not until you have forgiven me."

"I already forgave you. The day you apologized to me" I state the truth. He looks up at me shocked. He blinks his eyes for a while before crashing his lips on mine. Though the kiss is fueled by passion, I can make out the promise in his lips. Promise of a forever. Promise of an eternity of togetherness.

That night, he took me to the heights of passion. He showed me the zenith of happiness, breaking all barriers between us. Making us one in the truest sense. And every part of that blissful dark night will forever be etched in my brain and heart for he murmured what I always craved from him while we were on the peak of ecstacy.

"My need for you couldn't be tamed Hoor. I couldn't tame the love I had for you. I am glad I didn't. I love every shade of you from the bottom of my heart. You are my forever, my untamed love."

And I broke apart in his arms with him still deep inside me.