Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

If I wish for you from falling star than..

Would you become mine?

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Abu Daud's POV :-

I am watching her, She is smiling and When the sun's bright rays fell on her radiant face, she slowly closed her eyes. How sinful act she pulled with so much of innocence..

"Daud!" She called me, making me come out of my deep thoughts.

I look at her for a moment, she smiled brightly just like the sun.

"Oye!" She snapped her fingers in front of me, in return I just frown looking at her.

"What are you thinking?" She asked, putting the black shiny strands of her hair behind her ear and making the silver jhumka (earring) visible.

"How come you are here?.. In front of me?" I asked with subtle voice.

"Aren't I allowed to come here?" She asked with a pouty face and looked away from me.

"Noor..." I called her, she than look at me with a light hummed.

"You look different.." I said with sadness and lump forming in my throat.

"Everyone is saying that, how come I look so different?" She asked with a thoughtful facial expression.

"You became more.. beautiful." I said in a whispery tone.

She shyly look down, forming her lips into thin line than opening them beautiful breathtaking smile.

"He said the same thing." She said, making me confused.

"Wh-who?" I asked stuttering, afraid that she might take his name infront of me.

"My husband." She said, making me restless.

"Than you shouldn't be here, go..go away." I said with trembling lips and teary eyes.

"I am already far away from you Daud." She said, making me whimper.

"No! No! No! You are not! You..you are not far away from me noor! You are here.." I said pointing at my heart with my index finger.

"You are here my noor and you aren't doing anything good being here." I continued while tears after tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Is it my fault Daud?" She asked innocently.

"I don't know." My voice came whispering lightly as I look away.

"I'll tell you," She said and I looked at her.

"It's your fault Daud, you took away sisters, daughters and even mothers of other families." She said with hatred lacing in her voice.

"Noor.. who said this to you?" I asked getting scared that she will hate me.

"Tell me Daud, how does it feel now, sad, painful, depressed? Even worse than dying, isn't it?" She continued while clenching her teeth as her eyes filled with unsheded tears.

"Noor.." I look at her in disbelief.

"There's always a punishment for your deeds, must you have know now that Allah does no injustice to his kind." She said as a tear flowed down her youthful crimson cheek.

"Noor, I.. I.. am sorry.." I said, feeling heaviness in my heart.

"How come I can forgive you? I will not, but maybe the almighty will." She said and turned her back towards me.

"Noor, where are you going?" I asked startled.

"Far from a criminal like you.." She said, breaking the last verge of my hope.

"Noor! DON'T GO! DON'T GO! NOOR!" I kept shouting her name but she didn't look back whislt fading away in the darkness.

"Lala! Lala! Wake up! Lala *Lala! Lala*" I opened my eyes to see the blurry sight before me and a male's voice echoing in my ear.

Soon everything got clear as I felt sweat covering my whole body, shriveled I look around but she isn't present here. It was a dream?

"Lala, you okay?" Moiz asked, sitting next to me.

"Hmm.." I said with a light nod as I rubbed my face with my hands.

"You must had a bad dream." He said.

"Yes, it was a bad dream." I said, sighing in tiredness.

"What's the time?" I asked him.

"12:30pm Lala." He said.

"It's so late, why didn't you wake me earlier?" I asked.

"You aren't sleeping properly from days Lala, so I thought it would be better if I let you to sleep little more." Moiz said, I scoffed.

"How can it be better when one finds no peace in the slumber?" I said and got up.

"Lala, Shahzaib Mirza called earlier this morning." Moiz said and I halted in my tracks.

"What does he want now?" I asked with rage feeling in my body.

"He said that he kept a walima feast for his close business partners but he wants you to go as well." Moiz said, I fisted my hands at such a news.

"Why does he want me to go?" I asked.

"I don't know but he said this and ended the call." Moiz said, I nodded.

"Than shouldn't we'll be there as it is a good deed to accept invitation." I said looking forward.

'I am coming noor..'

Third person POV :-

"Baccha, aren't you ready yet?" Shahzaib called shahnoor whilst putting his wallet in his black kurta.

"Yeah, I am ready." Shahnoor said, coming in the room while settling her black dupatta.

She wore the black salwar-suit, with golden beads detailed on the edge of its neckline, hem and cuffs. Her hair split equally either sides falling on her small face, with minimal makeup and highlighted dark red-orange lipstick, she is looking breathtaking beautiful. Just like a newly bride does.

Shahzaib turn around to only gasp in the innocent yet youthful beauty before his sight. He breathed out heavily as his eyes roamed over her whole being, drinking her beauty in by his ocean blue orbs. Shahnoor couldn't ignore his watchful gaze, making her restless as she fidgets with her fingers. She isn't getting an excuse to come out of this uncomfortable situation. Shahzaib gulped harder before looking away disheartened.

"Put my shawl on for me." He said to shahnoor looking in his phone.

"Ji (yes)." Shahnoor said before walking towards the bed.

Shahnoor took the heavily embroidered shawl of black and dull golden coloured and walked towards shahzaib, who is busy in his phone. Shahnoor open the shawl than spread it from shahzaib's right shoulder to the left elbow. Than she adjust it for him as he still didn't made an eye contact with her but her hands were surely trembling doing so.

"Ittar? (Non-alcoholic perfume)" Shahzaib asked, this time looking at her.

Shahnoor nodded before making her way towards his wardrobe, there were so many ittars kept in the glass shelf near the dressing mirror. She opened it and after smelling on like 5 to 6 ittars, she found out the one which shahzaib use regularly. She took the beautiful glass bottle filled with ittar out, seeing Shahzaib talking on the phone, she walked infront of him. He look at her than ended the call. Shahzaib stood straight while folding his hand behind his back like a prince do. Shahnoor applied the ittar on him, as he stare at the natural beauty before him.

Shahnoor wanted to complete this faster as her body keeps on feeling an awkward and foreign kind of sensation whenever she feels his gaze on her. As she quickly done with the application, she closed bottle and turned her back on him. She started walking back to the wardrobe, when shahzaib quickly hold her left hand.

Shahnoor halted on her tracks but didn't dare to turn around and face him. She is aware that she will only regret if she did so, soon shahzaib left her hand at which she relieved thinking that she can go now but when she is about to take another step, shahzaib slide his right hand on her waist. Shahnoor's eyes widened at such gesture of his, he pulled her closer making her back collide with his solid chest, shahnoor breathin sharply. When shahzaib's another hand encircled her waist tightening his hold, shahnoor couldn't resist but lean into the invitation of his strong and dominating warmth. Shahzaib inhaled her fragrance, leaning towards her neck. Shahnoor's heartbeats became irregular, eyes closed in this odd feelings with arched brows as goosebumps appeared on her body while her hands and feet went cold. She hold shahzaib's hand which were tightly wrapped around her waist, closing her eyes.

"Were.." Shahzaib started.

"Hmm.." Shahnoor hummed for him to continue further.

"Were You.." He continued.

"Hmm.." She again hummed.

"Were You trying..." Shahzaib again said the incomplete sentence.

"Hmmm..." Shahnoor said while arching her brows together in the anticipation for him to complete the sentence.

"Were You trying to seduce me baccha?" He finally completed, making her slowly open her eyes as her cheeks heated up.

Before she can adjust to the situation, shahzaib spun her around with a sudden move. Her right hand quickly clutched his collar, while the left one his shoulders. Deep passionate feelings were seen in the eyes of Shahzaib but what are they for? Is shahnoor's naive question.

Shahzaib too didn't knew what actually is going on in his mind and heart, but he can't stop himself after seeing her from the moment she came infront of him as dressing up so beautiful. She appeared like a newly bride should, a beautiful and innocent one though and this didn't deceive her youthful charm. Shahzaib is struggling within himself, he doesn't know whether it is right to make the move or just part away but won't this bring an disappointment for shahnoor. She is standing in such a close proximity with him, closing her eyes shut as her full lips tremble making her more tempting.

'Damn you baccha, what are you doing?' Shahzaib thought looking at the tempting sight before him.

'Ya Allah, what's happening? What is he trying to do? I..I can't bring myself to open my eyes and face him.' Shahnoor thought clutching on him.

Shahzaib became appearing to shahnoor in a way she never even imagine. She didn't get disgusted by his touch nor she find the situation wrong at all but all she want is him to make a move now, she wanted him to say or do something just not make her wait like this or else she won't be able to take it like this.

Shahnoor's POV :-

After being so patient, I decided to open my eyes. Although I don't have the courage but still I can't stand here all day trembling like if I am standing on a ice. Taking deep breath which I doubt if I will able to, I slowly open my eyes still looking at his collar though. I can feel his gaze on my face but I am nervous, I mean what's wrong with him?

"Look at me baccha." he said in deep husky tone.

"Hu-uh?" I replied, getting my mind all messed up.

"I said look at me." He repeated.

I gulped before obeying his command, when my eyes slowly locked with his deep passionate ones, I forget how to breath anymore. I mean, when did we came this close? And How?! And..and why? Ya Allah, please help me.

"Can I?" He asked.

But what is he asking for? What "can you" bro? Bro? Are you really stupid shahnoor? He is your husband not brother idiot. I licked my dried lips before my eyes travel towards his perfectly shaped light pink lips than again my gaze locked with his. He tugged me a little more closer, as if he wants me to say anything but what do I say?

"Wh-wha-what do y-you mean?" I asked looking in his eyes with my trembling vision.

He raised one of his brows while licking his lower lip as he smirked, what kind of look is that?! That is my thought right now. His both hand squeezed me, making me so so closer to him. He closed his eyes leaning in closer his face, his nose touched my earlobe as it traveled to my cheek, by now only Allah knows how am I alive. I clutched onto him tightly, his beard making it all ticklish sensation and that's when I giggled.

"Yo-you are tic-tickling me." I said with nervous tone.

"I haven't even did anything and yo-"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He is about to say something when someone knocked on the door. I look towards the door than back at him, I don't know what happened in just this mere seconds that his expression change into all like 'What am I doing' look. He quickly removed his hands from me, turning his back on me than clearing his throat. I too felt shy though but wasn't it supposed to happen between husband and wife?

Knock! Knock!

"BHAI! ARE YOU THERE?!" Firoz bhai shouted from the other side of the door but he seem to be lost in his world.

So I decided to open the door, I walked towards the door and opened it not before covering my head with the dupatta.

"Where's bhai?" Firoz bhai asked me to looking at me, which is I know why.

"He is inside." I said and walk-in the room while he followed me.

"Bhai, all the guests are here and the food you told to pack them is also ready. Now would you like to go to orphanage first or attend the guests?" Firoz bhai asked.

"I'll.. I'll be attending the guests first with shahnoor than we'll go to the orphanage and masjid." He said in his deep velvety voice.

"Okay than, I am on the third floor." Firoz bhai said than walked away.

"Baccha." He called me, making my heart jump.

"Huh?" I look at him dumbfounded.

"Do you want anything else or shall we go now?" He asked.

"No-No I am all-ready, we can go now." I said timidly.

He nodded and took a hold of my cold hand in his warm one. Well I won't lie but I am quiet nervous to attend this walima feast, like I didn't knew that it would be like this. I don't know how to talk to these High society peoples and I don't have that much of a confidence either.

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"I didn't knew Mirza sahab is on youthful beauties." Abraham is what his name, a Qatari guest of him said with a raise of his smirk along with the glass in his hand.

"Oh come on!" The lady Lila, who came along with this Qatari guest whom I assume is his wife at first but later on I knew she is his mistress said with a expressful face.

"It's not like its something new to you guys but I am really jealous of her Mirza sahab." She continued with a pout.

"Well, may I know the reason?" He asked casually looking at the grape juice in his glass not at her, which is good.

"People with such simplicity got so much luck but modern and gorgeous ladies like us were only meant to be toy around, such a misfortune." Lila said with a hint of bitterness in the end.

"Its suppose to be like that!" A manly rough voice came from the main entrance of the third floor.

I am sitting at the large round sofa beside him, cause I am really afraid of these people. They looked at me as if I committed some kind of grave sin plus he told me to not to leave him, well that's good for me to stay calm or else I would be a total mess. The only thing that shocked me that he also provided wine for his foreign guests, although he didn't drink it yet it is kind of really unacceptable for me to see it here. Anyways as we turn towards the source of voice, my eyes popped out to see Abu Daud there with Mr. Moiz next to him. He started walking towards us with his left hand rested his pocket and with stylish gesture he took a hold of a glass from the waiter on the way. I gulped looking at him but he didn't look at me, he kept looking at Lila with a smirk on his face.

"Excuse me?" Lila asked, standing up and crossing her hands over her chest.

"I don't like to repeat Ms. Lila sevliya." Daud said, saying her full name. But how did he know?

"I don't get your point Mr. Ghazi, what do you mean by it supposed to be like that?" She asked again with a hint of anger.

"Oh there, watch before you speak. I am no joke here you know right?" Daud replied with an unknowing tone as if she has disrespected him.

"Mirza sahab, what is he doing here?" Mr. Abraham asked, standing up with a frown on his face.

I look around to see each and every guest looking at Daud and whispering something to eachother which I am not aware of. But Ya Allah, how could I forget that Daud and he are friends. The only thing I remember last time they fought because of me, are they again friends now? Ufff~ I am so done.

"I like to share this happy moment with everyone and besides this, you all have to know that Abu Daud left all his dirty works behind and is now all free without this underground world. Isn't it like that Abu Daud?" He asked Daud, smirking.

"Yes, yes it is like that and.. won't you like to tell them why I did so?" Daud replied. Oh Allah! I can feel the tension in the air.

"Ok, I'll tell them as you can see the people getting all curious amm? So the reason of Letting this all go is the most beautiful reason, you all know a righteous woman have all the Power that can even melt a rock and whom am I? Noone but a man, I am a man who have fallen for that righteous woman." Daud said, making my heart clench as my hands fisted before my vision started getting hooded by the fresh set of tears.

Daud, please stop..

"Oh really Mr. Ghazi, how's that possible? Because all we know is that girls are only meant to be a playing item for you." Lila said, sarcastically.