Saman had gotten married to Zain and was coming for her chothi (some people call it pakpheray or Makhlava) Taimoor and Haya were supposed to deliver the breakfast and bring Saman over for the rasam. The whole house was in a complete chaos . Everyone was rushing trying to get things done only to end up with the bigger mess.

"Taimoor!" Haya banged the washroom door for the 5th time. They were getting late. Ami was panicking downstairs and Phupho Ami instead of easing some tension was adding a pile of it. All this while Taimoor was doing God knows what in the bathroom. She couldn't hear the water running , which meant she wasn't showering. She couldn't hear any music, which meant he wasn't answering the nature's call either. So, it was clear that he wasn't busy with the normal stuff. And she knew all this because she had attached her ear to the washroom's wooden door twice. Gross, what am I thinking. Haya thought as she detached her ear from the door.

"Taimoor are you sleeping in there ! Get out this instant , we are getting late !" Haya shouted again.

What was he doing inside ? Why was he talking this long? She had heard the shower go off which meant he was done showering. Then why the hell was he talking this much time.

He was testing her patience and Haya was no monk. She was already under a lot of strain and he wasn't being helpful. Being the only Bahu she was supposed to be the responsible one and she wanted to be the responsible. She didn't want people to think that she was a bad 'bahu'(daughter in law). Desi society was always too quick to judge. And she was one mistake away from being thrashed by the statement "Maa nay kuch sikhaya bhi hai ya nai." (Have your mother taught you anything or not?) She didn't want people to question her mother's upbringing . She had already unintendedly caused her a lot of pain.

He knew she was neurotic , if it were old Taimoor , she would have brushed that under him being a jerk and doing this intentionally to piss her off. But this new Taimoor wasn't like that. He cared about her. Then why the hell was he wasting time in bathroom while she was biting her nails in anticipation.

Furiously she marched back to the washroom door and was about to bang her first on the door , when the door creaked open. Haya's fist collided with his solid muscular chest making him yelp in in pain .

"OWW" He fake hissed in pain.

"Itni zoor ka bhi nai mara tha (I didn't hit you that hard.)

"Said Aiman after she threw a daspana at me and bruised my ribs."

"You are lying." She denied. She hadn't hit him that hard, atleast not intentionally. Her fist hurt. God, what was his chest made of ? Bricks? It had felt like hitting the wall.

"Well I can show you the scar." Is he serious ? I left a scar? Is it possible that I ,Haya punched him so hard that it left a scar? Not possible. But what if I really did bruise him ! What kind of a wife beats her husband ?

Haya was feeling bad. Even though she had dismissed the possibility of him being hurt, she still felt bad for hurting him. Only a little. Her alter ego told her that he deserved that for making them late and it brought her some peace.

"Are you telling me I left a scar ? What a shame. Stop wasting your time in gym. These are no good." Haya said as she patted the part of his chest where she had banged her firsts on.

That was her problem. She did things without rationally thinking. Now if only she had thought before patting her hands on his naked chest, she wouldn't have done that. Her fingers had tingled as they came in contact with his naked chest.

But there were two things which were more important right now and deserved to be addressed first. Firstly, Taimoor was lying when he said it was bruised because now that she was eyeing it , there was no bruise. Second , how he had managed to build that kinda well-toned body when he didn't go to gym that often? Thirdly, why had he not buttoned up the cream kurta he was wearing. BESHARM (Shameless). Haya was lost in the questions , sharing at the tanned skin which was displayed in-front of her completely oblivious of anything around.

But before she could ask all those questions which were bottled up inside her mind, she got lost in those black eyes of his as she looked up . His dark eyes which were grazing into her soul. Her hand was still on his chest and she could feel his heart-beat. His heart was galloping like her's. Maybe , maybe, maybe she did affect him like he did to her. If she were sane enough, she would have withdrawn her hand but Haya being the obtuse , gullible and a complete ninny was too lost in his eyes , to care about anything.

His eyes which were dark like as winter midnight. But like a midnight, they weren't gloomy . Instead they held fire like that of the morning sun and Haya was burning . Good heavens she was burning . And she was enjoying every bit of it.

Haya saw his lips moving but she didn't get a word, since she was so lost staring at him shamelessly.

"Huh" She said absent mindedly .

"I wasn't lying" His words were only a whisper.

"Well guess what ? I know you are. There is no scar I saw it" She exclaimed as her eyes went back to his unbuttoned collar.

"The wound is on my heart, Kitty. Also stop staring , it's rude. I swear, kitty you have no shame. Eyes up here!" He said pointing to his eyes.

And Haya blushed. God , she had been got caught staring at his slightly bare chest. IMBICLE , can you be a little more obvious! Now think of something. An excuse. QUICK. Her alter ego ordered.

"Well ,if you don't want people to look then button up , Miss Modest." Haya said as she smacked his chest. Again. God, what was she doing.

"I would have buttoned up . But the button broke." Taimoor said as he shrugged and pointed towards the collar which was missing the middle button.

"Wear something else then. We are already getting late."

"Why don't you just sew a button on it ? Instead of asking me to change which I am sure is going to take a lot more time."

"Great idea. I am surprised it came from you. I'll go get sewing kit. In the meantime, why don't you just take it off so I can sew it ?" She asked as walked to the side table to get her sewing kit.

"Woah woah woah! Kitty you work fast. Take it off . Huh? If you wanna see me naked you just have to ask instead of being this subtle ! But then I like your ingeniousness. Great going. But as you have already mentioned earlier , we are getting late; you can ogle me some other time." Taimoor replied as he winked at her.

Haya was blushing like a crackhead. Taimoor was being extra playful and so unlike himself. Where was his constant bitch face where he scowled at everyone as if they puked on his Jimmy Choo.(Not that he had Jimmy Choo's. Another thing , she loved about him was that he never drained money !) She wasn't complaining. She was just genuinely interested and curious about this change in him.

"I'll try to be extra careful with my needle now. But in-case it punctures your skin, don't hold it against me ."Haya warned him as she began sewing .But the warning was fake one since in her head she was intentionally going to prick his skin just because

A) it was fun

B) She needed to take revenge for him being late.

It was petty thing to do. But it was her thing to be petty.

"I swear Taimoor, if anyone downstairs blames me for being late, I'd ducking chew you alive." Haya said while sewing the button. The silence was killing her. It usually did, especially when they were close , so close that she could hear him puffing air in and out. And like always she had felt like filling that silence.

The closeness was making her nervous and jumpy. It was better to focus her energies on being anxious about being late then letting those butterflies from her stomach , reach her brain.

"Now, stop making me offers I can't refuse." He replied. Haya was staring at the round golden button, but she could feel the smile in his voice. Although the playful Taimoor was refreshing , but he was getting on her nerves and she needed her wit right now.

She was so nervous right now that she could bet that she had beads of perspiration on her forehead.

"Can you just stop twisting my words, into something dirty?"

"No. Next question please." He replied.

It was the perfect moment for the pay back she had planned for him. Haya intentionally pricked his skin and waited.

"Aoh! Haya concentrate on the needle please."

"But like you said earlier, I can't seem to get my mind to concentrate on anything but you. I am so busy ogling you." Haya replied as she looked up to giving him a not to so apologetic smile while she flattered her eyes lashes.

A normal sane person who was avoiding the closeness would get a scissor and cut the remaining thread. But Haya being the irrational stupid , leaned down to cut the thread with her teeth. She realized the error when she was barely an inch away from the button. She could smell his after shave and cologne. And both of them were driving her crazy, clouding her sense like a mist.

Her fingers brushing against his collar bone. And the irrational and pervert side of her wanted to trace her fingers along the length of it. She felt heat radiating from her fingers.

Dismissing all the Ghanday Khayal(Dirty thoughts) Haya leaned down and bit the thread. He was her husband, it wasn't Haram to think like that . Her perverted side reasoned.

"Done!" She fake cheered as she inclined upwards done with the task. Who would have thought switching a button was going to get intimate . Her cheeks were red with color, her heart was thumping against her ribcage , it was a wonder it hadn't popped out . And her eyes were drowsy and clouded with passion. God, she really wanted to trace that collar bone of his.

He asked.( Are you done ogling me ? Can we go now ?)

And the corrupt side of her wanted to say "Thora aur"(Some more.)

But they were getting late and had places to be.

She dismissed him as she placed the sewing kit back in the drawer.( Was I supposed to laugh because its not funny at all. )

They both bantered all the way back to out of their rooms and downstairs. But both of them were bantering with good spirit and none of them was pissed or wanted to throttle the other. Kissing to shut the other up , was a thought which occurred to both of them. But they were surrounded by a ton of people and their corrupt side wasn't corrupt enough to drive them to this.

They both were happy completely unaware of what was going to happen next. A day which had started on such a good start was going to end on a bad note.

A very very wise person has once said , " ' life is going good' , iska matlab hai kuch bura ho ga story main (It means something bad is about to happen in the story.)" And like that wise person had foretold something bad was about to strike.

But then sometimes , bad things that happen to us are not at actually bad. They just seem bad and feel bad , but in the long run you realize , they weren't bad at all. That they were for the greater good. Haya was about to be struck with the thunder she was completely unaware of which was going to shake her and turn her world upside down.

Saman was seating in the longue on the ivory sofa, surrounded by a cheery entourage of girls mainly her cousins who were questioning her. Questions were mainly stupid but Saman was enjoying every bit of it. She was loving being the center of everyone's attention.

"Acha tu phir kya mila moon dikhaye main"(What did you get on your wedding night?) asked Fatima , while everyone cheered.

And Saman showed them right hand in which she was wearing a huge rock. Everyone cheered some more , some appreciated the taste of their brother-in-law while some were blown away by the size of it. Saman being the new bride blushed at the slightest mention of her husband. But could she hold that against her? No , she couldn't. When she still blushed at the mention of Taimoor while they had been married for months.

Haya being the bahu had extremely busy day , helping her mother in law which included setting the table for dinner and whatever her mother in law asked her to do . There was no cooking involved since the food was to be ordered .Aiman wanted to have Chinese from her favorite restaurant and Taimoor being the big brother said " (Whatever Saman wants.)

Truth be told, whenever he did something that involved him being an obedient son or a caring brother , Haya felt her heart swell with pride and adoration. Like on Mehndi he wore the orange Kurta because his mother had insisted on it and had bought it herself. Although he had complained and whined about it like a kid that it made him look girly(which by the way was so no true. He had looked as masculine as he could with the black one or a white one, on. ) And now when he had played the doting elder brother, it made Haya's eyes wet with the unsung pride. She was indeed blessed. Married to such a great man and honorable man.

Taimoor was a great brother, a great son and the way he got along with her mother, made her heart sing his name 24/7. She couldn't fall more in love with him. He was her dream come true.

Standing in the doorway, Haya was smiling as she looked at Saman who was looking radiant wearing the little pink heavily embellished designer suit. Saman was blushing at something Aiman appa had said while the girls around her broke into a fit of laughter.

The happy moment was dampened by a not so cheerful voice.

"Assalum-Alikum" greeted a voice. And everyone turned their attention to the hallway where stood negative energy of the century , 'Tai Ammi' . Seeing the vile lady , was enough to dampen her mood. She didn't want to share space with her. Seeing her face brought all the memories of that night back and all those names she had called her. And even though she was thankful that she was married to Taimoor , she didn't want the constant reminder of how she was married to him. Especially when in her weak moments she felt that she was just a charity case to Taimoor.

He never treated you like that. Her conscious argued.

Yes, it was true that Taimoor had treated her with utmost respect and care and.....Love. Could she add love there? It was another debate. And she was getting distracted. Taimoor had treated her nicely and it was unkind of her to think that. But she just couldn't help but feel like she was forced on Taimoor. That if he had a choice, he'd never choose her. Why would he choose her ? She was no beauty. Just okaish kind of desi girl. And wasn't he the one who called her fat. Added to that she couldn't cook. PERIOD . One and only thing she was proud of and wasn't insecure about was her sense of humor. And who marries a girl for sense of humor?

Excusing herself from the hall where everyone was seated , Haya found herself standing on the balcony. After a few minutes of breathing in open air and calming her nerves , Haya decided to go back. Ami would be waiting for me . With that thought she was about to leave when she saw the entrance was blocked by a silhouette.

Not again ! Not again! Please . She was mentally begging. As the image became clear to her she realized she was in big trouble and that too once again. Why was he here ? Sakoon nai mila isay abhi tak? (Didn't he get peace already?) Her alter ego questioned.

The man who had showed up was none other than Salman . The was the man she hated the most , loathed him and was just a few steps away from wishing death upon him. God, he had tried to ruin her although he hadn't succeeded. That didn't mean he hadn't tried. But he would have successfully ruined her life if Taimoor hadn't showed up when he did.

Whenever Haya reminisced that eventful night , she remembered Taimoor with a halo on his head wearing that white kurta . Looking as angelic as he could. That day he restored her believe in guardian angels who are there for protection of humans by acting like one.

Right now, she had none. But then she wasn't going to give without a fight. She was braver and stronger than before. That didn't mean she wasn't regretting being on the balcony alone. His mother had drove her to balcony and now he would probably made her take a jump from there. Suicide is haram , Haya. She told herself as the thought of jumping from the terrace came to her.

"You" she shouted as he walked towards her. "Get away from me Salman, I swear, or I am going to kill you. ",Haya said as she trembled from fear. Guess what, she wasn't as strong as she had imagined herself to be. She was still vulnerable. And weak and stupid to be here alone . Without her phone.

Not again.

Why did she have to come here in first place? She asked herself only to be answered . Because you couldn't bear to be in the same room as his mother.

"Little pretty Haya, here we are again. Just you and me" He said as he came closer.

"Shut up ! And get away. Taimoor is just standing down there. I am going to shout his name and he will be hear in the blink of an eye and then beat you to pulp I swear." Haya said vehemently as she pointed downwards Who was she fooling? There was no Taimoor in the garden. Atleast not in her sight. She had hoped Salman would just take her word for that and get the hell away from her.

"Tch tch . Aren't we thinking too high of Taimoor?" He mocked her.

"I don't want you to create a scene . Just get the hell away from me,Salman." She reasoned.

"Suddenly you have lost all the faith in Taimoor . Now that was quick." He asked giving her a creepy smile.

"I'd never lose faith in him. He is so much better than you." Haya spat.

That was true. As true as the God in the sky who created the universe.

"Is he ? Wasn't he the one you hated with passion, who made your childhood hell? Pardon my poor memory . Just asking" Salman was acting all surprised and innocent. What a complete arse!

"I have no time for your games. Get away this instant ?" She said , trying to sound as in control as she could. But to her disappointment her voice was still quivering with fear.

"Games? I didn't even start playing games. It is your noble husband who does that , not me!" He said as he inched forward.

Before Haya could run for her life, he grabbed her arm. "Sweet cheeks, I don't get why would allow Taimoor to have you and not me. He hated you. Or have you forgotten that. " He said as his evil smirk appeared sending chills down her.