what time it was or how long she had stayed in. She was able to hear their loud sounds but not now. But, her body was numb now because of sitting on the cold ground and it feels hot all over as the water had drenched her completely.

Allah! Please help me.

She wasn't just not moving because she couldn't. She wasn't moving because her painful memories had emotionally drained her life again. She remembers being closed in dark places for a long time to be safe. She wasn't even safe. She shivered and cried alone one last time and then she lost herself.

He wasn't sure why he was so restless all night but he was. His mind was too tired to work properly so when the sun was out he started walking out of his room hoping for another awesome breakfast.

Wait! Breakfast?. HANAN

He took hurried steps towards the kitchen and he stumbles causing him to fall down a few steps but he ran quickly towards the kitchen opening the drawer and his heart stopped. There she was still sitting like he left her yesterday but her eyes were not opened.

His breathing stopped.

He quickly sat down shaking her a little to have any kind of reaction even anger he would take it all. Just to have her open her beautiful brown eyes to look at him that was all he needed.

He pulled her out of the small place and carried her to his room. He shakes her but she didn't even move. He called the doctor who will be here in a few minutes but she was drenched and he knows enough to know she needed to change.

He had to do it so he closed the lights darkening the room pulling his own large sweater. He removed her clothes pulling his sweater over her head. All he used was his hand to locate everything and once he was done he placed her gently back switching the lights on. She was only in his sweater now.

The doctor soon came and informed him she needed complete rest and medication from tomorrow since she won't be awake today because of the injection that will keep her asleep.

He sighs knowing at least she will be fine. Then the guilt started kicking in. He was the one who placed her there and it was he who had to take her out and he didn't.

His heart-break.

He saw how pale her beautiful face was now it lacked that pink blush that was always there and the glow. Her amazing brown eyes that looked at him and that breathtaking smile she has on her face.

There was nothing.

Just silence, his pain and him.

He wanted her to get back and hit him hard. He wouldn't even fight back and take as much as she wanted to give him.

Just wake up, please.

He heard the prayer and he was quick to do his ablution then walked back placing his mat and reading his prayers.

He raised his hands looking at her face, "Please, Allah, I have done so wrong to that poor soul please give me a chance to do better. Please, give her health back and please cure her illness. Please let us be together. Ameen".

After he was done, he brought an extra blanket covering her more and a bowl with cold water and cloth placing it on her head. He wasn't sure when he dosed off but he heard her cries that woke him quickly.

"Ammi, Ammi, Ammi (mother)". She cried moving restlessly on the bed

He looked at her and she wouldn't stop moving he wasn't sure and he begged her to open her eyes which she didn't. Then he did what his heart told him he went to the other side of the bed laying beside her and pulling her to his chest.

The action immediately stopped her movement and she snuggles more into his hold.

"I am here, Meri Jaan (my life), please come back". He whispered softly

He pulled her completely to him wrapping his arms securely around her. He looked down at her face and saw some tears that he cleaned her tears from his hand.

His heart clench.

It was a week after the incident he has apologies the next day when he saw her awake in his arm but her eyes remained blank and her mouth remained shut. She hadn't spoken a word either laugh with her friend or anything at all.

He was worried sick and he had tried everything but pranks she didn't react to all sweet things. She just remained unfazed and in her own thoughts.

Now, he had decided she needed her mother and had taken her to her home. She looked outside and her nightmare had taken her smile from her.

"Ammi, I missed you". She said hugging her mother

She didn't want to cry to worry her so she placed a broken smile on her face. Her mother talked to her but she didn't want her to cry because of her so she didn't tell her a thing.

They were back home and now Atif was more worried since she hadn't spoken a word. He couldn't do this anymore.

He walked to her room opening her door to find her crying alone. He didn't speak he had heard her crying a lot in the past week but he didn't do what he was about to. He walked to her bed laying beside her pulling her to his chest.

"Please, tell me what is wrong, Meri Jaan (my life)?. I promise I will do anything". He said softly brushing her hair away from her face

She sniffed placing her head on his chest and looking at him teared eyes. She wanted to tell someone and his eyes that were so soft looking at her was her un-doing.

"M-My father used to abuse my mother every day since I was young. At first, I didn't understand and mother would have bruises which she said were nothing but she would cry in pain all the time. Then, slowly, I started to understand when I was about 5 years old or so my mother would always place me under the bed so he wouldn't hurt me but one day I had enough so I ran to stop him. He locked me in the basement at first and didn't take me out for about 3 days. I was 6 years old then and I started having fears of staying in dark places alone. I was about a year older when he found me and hit me so bad that I lost conscious and then my mom used to hide me in a different drawer where I would lose conscious because of my fears of my father and dark places". She cried

His arms tightened around her as his anger started rising at her words. He couldn't help but feel bad that he was also at some fault.

"W-When you placed me there I was so scared and I-I was praying that you will come. I thought I was back and my father will come I needed you, Atif. I wanted only you". She broke down even more

He had no words to describe what he was ashamed of himself and that he had vowed to build a better life for them.

"I am sorry, I was so wrong. I am so sorry. Please, give me a chance". He pleaded

She did.

She had already given him one since she opened about her past and that he accepted it was all that needed. Then on, he was more caring. He would pray all the five prayers and helped her in cooking food (even if he was horrible). Help her in school work and when she was tired she would push her to rest and do the work.

Just like that there love grow a little more every day. But like no life is without troubles there was filled with an important trial too.

It's been six months to their marriage and now they were close to ending their last year together. Now, they walk together to the school in fact now they are comfortable enough to hold each other hand or do more small innocent gestures. Their mother had seen the change and the happiness on their faces.

They sat on lunch together but they haven't explained their friend about marriage but explained that their mother are friends and they couldn't worry them more so they had called a truce. Their friends were happy to see them happy together.

Besides some friends, while Hanan friends were happy with her being happy these past months. Atif most friend was happy. Ahmed and his twin Zoya were not at all happy.

Hanan was walking down the corridor talking to her friend about the latest movie they had to go see in the cinema when she feels someone bump into her.

She looked at Zoya and smiled, "I am so sorry, Zoya".

Zoya glared at her which had Hanan move back remembering her father (dead when she was 8 in car accident) who used to look at her the same way so she took a step back but Zoya friends were behind her not allowing her to.

In a few seconds, Hanan was pushed hard and she falls on the hard ground a little harder because of the force used and her hand took most of the impact. A scream broke through her lips as tears started welling in her innocent eyes.

"You took everything from me and now you think I will let you go this easy". Zoya said angrily

Hanan moved back and her friend were shouting but being held back by Zoya's friends while the rest of the school was just looking at them enjoying the scene.

"I-I didn't do anything". Hanan cried

Zoya holds a container of food forwarding it on Hanan but before she could throw any of it at her it fell on the person who had wrapped arms around Hanan.

Hanan was praying for safety and to leave this place but she wasn't able to move. She feels someone wrapping arms around her and from the sense of protection she knows it was her husband. It was Atif.

"What is wrong with you, Zoya?". Atif said angrily pulling away from the food that had fallen on him

His arms remained on Hanan shaking form and he leaned into her ear, "It's ok, Meri Jaan (my life), I am here".

She nodded in his chest moving more into him.

"She took you away from me". Zoya yelled

"No, she didn't do any such thing. I was never yours". Atif said glaring at her

He wouldn't like someone traumatizing his life (Hanan). And the girl he used to talk to because of him now again Hanan is in pain.

That doesn't sit well with him.

He had never been angry beside when his father died in his army duty and he was angry that he didn't come home.

But he has never been angry he always had Hanan who would do something to trick him and he would forget everything besides her.

"Stay away from her. If I see you doing anything to her the result will not be good". He said holding Hanan to walk away but he turned one last time, "I will never be yours when I belong to someone else".

With that, they took their leaves to go back home and their principal had already taken action and suspended Zoya from school calling her parents along.

They were thankful their mother was resting so he took Hanan to her room leaving her to clean herself and he needed to clean too.

Once done, he immediately moved to the kitchen to prepare tea for her and took the cup to her room. He knocked and entered inside looking around he found her sitting in the balcony looking in spaces.

He sighs walking near her handing her the cup and sat beside her.

"Are you ok?". He asked

She shrugged, "It was horrible,to be honest I was scared by the way she looked exactly like my father but when you came I felt better. Thank you, Atif".

Her smile she passed him had his heart skip a beat. He noticed just now she wasn't wearing a hijab (scarf) which she always wear his eyes widen as he looked away not wanting to disrespect her.

"What is it?". She asked confused

"Y-You forgot to wear your hijab (scarf)". He said nervously

"I didn't forget it, Atif, you are my husband". She said smiling at how his face was blushing

Atif heart beat loudly as he moved his eyes back to her beautiful face. He moved forward his hand itching to touch the softness of her smooth hair that he had never seen before but dreamed about and his heart compelled him to move forward quicker. But he didn't want to have this slow beautiful moment break. He wanted to cherish it.

So, slowly he moved closer and closer to her he could see how she was blushing and shying with him so close which had his heart flutter. Her being shy was absolutely the purest feeling he ever saw.

His hand moved forward twirling a strand on his long finger loving the feeling of feeling of her hair on his hand. He moved his hand placing them on her cheeks loving the feeling of her being so close to him.

Their eyes crashed with intensity brimming in them. So much to say but too much to feel.

"Meri Jaan (my life), I am sorry it was all my fault". He said guiltily

She didn't even want him to be guilty neither she liked her husband being hesitating towards her. All she wanted was them to be free and happy. So she did what she wanted to she placed her lips on him.

That was their first kiss dissolving their hesitation and every bad memory they hold. That was what they needed the most and the comfort they feel was a blessing for them.

The next day, he were back and unfortunately his wife had a broken hand so she remained home for now. He absolutely hates being alone in school even though he had a friend he wanted her too. Sharing the first intimacy with her still made his heart skip a beat. It was a blissful experience even if they were inexperienced they were immature but mature for one another.

They haven't taken a step forward because they were aware of boundaries and their dreams they wanted to fulfil and not allow their emotions to rule them. They respect each other enough and they were mature enough to know they were not stable enough to have a family.

Now, he feels like because of Zoya his own friend Ahmed had been distant but since Hanan means more to him he could care less.

"You are my friend how could you defend someone like Hanan?". Finally, Ahmed yelled while they were in lunch

"Why do you mean by someone like Hanan?". He said angrily

"Someone who is not even strong, shameless and characterless". Ahmed yelled

Atif was out of his place before his words could fully complete.

"What did you just say?". He yelled holding his collar," Say it again".

The anger pumped in his vein and he couldn't even hold it together.

"I SAID SHE IS CHARACTER-LESS SHE GOES AROUND TALKING TO YOU SO FREELY AND YOU BOTH TOUCH EACH OTHER OFTEN SHE-".

Atif pushed him to the wall punching him hard. He shakes him angrily," SHE IS MY WIFE. SHE IS NOT SOMEONE SHAMELESS. SHE. IS. MY. WIFE".

Just like that everything fell silent and all the remained was him punching his own friend. The teacher broke them and their parents were called and now they were suspended too.

The whole school now know that the two enemies are married. It wasn't unusual since they were pretty much normal with them being close. Their friends had a blast and crash their phone and house for an explanation which they had to give.

After a full tiring day, she wanted to speak to him alone and he wanted to be alone with her because the anger was still there and his friend words were ringing in his head. His young energy and unsettled emotions were all over the place.

He wasn't even treated for his own wound he had on his face since his mother was angry at him and didn't speak to him. His friend was not leaving him alone and they had been in their house for a long time.

After dinner, his mother went to her room and then they were finally alone. She was in her room taking the first-aid kit walking towards his room in a hurry wanting to see him. He was about to go to her too but he opened his door and there she was in all her glory.

He forwards his hand and she immediately holds it. He pulled her into a tight hug allowing his emotions to dissolve instantly. She was the only one who could replace his unsettling emotions. He inhaled her relaxing scent feeling himself at peace.

She held him tighter as her emotions were just as same as him. She didn't like him being hurt because of her. She pulled back moving to the bed to tend to his wound. She took cotton with antiseptic placing it on the cut on his face. He winces pain and her heart clench. She fisted her hand to not allow the tears the were brimming in her eyes to fall but he moved his hand clearing the tears that were at the corner of her eyes.

"Don't cry". He said smiling

That was all it took her to breakdown in his arms.

"He hurt you because of me, Atif". She said crying

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, "I promise in our Nikah that I will be your protector there was no way I would allow anyone to call you name. You are my wife, Hanan, my Jaan (life) and someone like him or anyone for that fact had no right to say anything to you. If I have to fight him again I will it will not be your fault it's all their dirty mind at fault".

"I don't like you being hurt". She mumbles in his chest

"I think you have fallen for me, Meri Jaan (my life)". He teased smiling

Even he had.

"I think I am". She said smiling shyly

Just like that, they had a trail of their own and many to come. But she knew he will always be her protector and shield against the world. Just like when she was hurt by her own (father) Atif being there as someone who annoys her had brought her comfort in some way.

For Atif his grief and unsettled emotion his mother undying love which had caused him to be ignorant of other people feeling and wanting to be in his own world had been turned around by his constant enemy and wife Hanan. He wasn't never afraid of the world but the world inside of him (emotions) was what he couldn't fight alone and that fight was fought with and by his wife, Hanan. She was his own fighter at their home ready for his all day emotions to be settled.

She was there when his father died moving his emotions from grief to the need to settle scores with her. In some strange way, Hanan had caused him to change himself. And to always point him away from bad.

She was his peace and he was her comfort.

Just like that, their life started developing and challenging started levelling up but they had each other. Their young love which was immature and filled with mistakes had allowed them to fell the intensity of those pure first emotions which allowed them to fight the world and of course each other.

"Hanan". He yelled as a pillow hit his face

He was just pointing to his pregnant wife that she had eaten his half of the food too and now she had started a war.

He holds the pillow hitting her obviously gently to not hurt her or their baby.

And then the fight turned to laughter and in love. Their fights were always and will be a part of them.