, not the forest he used to walk in for the last few months. The only problem that stays and bothers him is that the garden is dead.

Not a single flower is around him neither he can find his brother who he desperately calls for.

Is he gone?.

Was what he wanted fulfilling?.

"No, it isn't bhai". He heard his voice as he leans against the dead tree that haunts him, "You are very stubborn".

"What do you mean, chote?". He asked desperately as he had done what he asked for

"I asked you to end her pain, Bhai. You just took her away from that place thinking that's the best you can do?". Mustafa said chuckling dryly, "Are you playing with me or yourself?".

"Those people were the one hurting her what can I do more?". He asked confused

"Are you sure the one hurting her was those people only?". Mustafa asked turning to look right into his eyes, "Why didn't you look at her once when she was my wife?".

"I cannot. I can't look at her, Mustafa. It was wrong". He said as his throat felt dry making him fall to the ground

"You like watching me hurt don't you?. Because you don't want to accept the truth". Mustafa asked as he sits in front of him tilting his head

He tries to reach him and to touch him like he had been wanting to. There was no barrier.

"Mustafa, please". He begged crying, "Please, chote".

"Uthein (wake up), please". He felt someone calling as he looks at his brother smiling at him

"She is calling you not me, Bhai. Can't you see"? Mustafa asked as the sadness sweep in his eyes, "Why are you hurting everyone?. Go".

He gasps opening his eyes as he held his head trying to calm himself down. His heart beat rapidly as he takes a deep breath.

"You had a bad dream". Her soft voice whispers to him

His head jerked towards her watching her in a plain white shalwar kameez standing in front of him with her hair in a bun but few strands were falling out. Her eyes shine under the moonlight but they remain void of any emotion in them. They look at him curiously and sadly like she understands exactly what he felt. He finds her handshaking making him frown.

His brother was right about something watching her once one cannot stop. It's a chain that once started there was no end to it. His brother was especially right about one fact.

To find her in pain wasn't a pleasant experience it roars his hidden beast within him. So bad that he could have killed that man who had dared to look at her with his wrong intentions. It was the fact that she was in his hands that stopped him.

But he had placed him behind the bar for his whole life to repent. His other family members will serve but a little less.

They shouldn't have provoked him.

They shouldn't have touched her.

They shouldn't have looked at her that way.

Every single action and that night he had received the call hearing every single word that pig said to her and her begging he had heard them all and the way he saw red that moment. If he had the power he would have reached there right then and killed him.

Good thing was that his mother somehow woke up and saved her. Just like every other time or he doesn't know what he would have done.

He couldn't take her pleading voice out of his system. No matter what that voice haunts him now.

"Are you ok?". She asked so softly that it felt like a soft rose petal to him

"What are you doing here?". He asked hoarsely because he just woke up watching her shiver

She plays with her shaking hand looking at the floor like it's the most interesting thing to exist.

"Am I that bad looking?". He asked startling her

She looks at him wide-eyed, "W-What?. No, who said that?. You are good looking".

He smiles biting his lips not to be obvious, "Then why are you avoiding my question and looking at the floor?".

Then her eyes went back on the floor, "I-I, erm, umm, that-".

"I think I get the sounds but not the reason yet". He said teasing loving how she looks nervous

"I cannot sleep". She mumbles biting her lips

"Want to have some coffee?". He suggested

She nodded not looking at him as he pushes the duvet off him brushing his bed hair walking down with her following him. It was strange how he was listening to her feet makes soft sounds against the floor or how she jumps two stairs hit the next one. How she drags her feet creating a sound through the empty house.

He can feel her body moving side to side with her hand still intertwine as she follows him. He shakes his head smiling entering inside the kitchen to place the coffee in the machine to brew.

"I can make it for us". She voice out confused as to why he decided to make one

"No. I will make for us. I love doing things for you". He said softly as he starts to add the coffee in her cup but stopped at her next words

"Mustafa used to hate doing work saying he likes when I-". Her words registered in her head a moment later making her still

What if he doesn't like it?.

"Why did you stop?. Tell me". He said as he pours the coffee taking them to the lounge with her following behind him again this time her steps were hesitant, not free like before

He sits on the couch watching her sit at the end of it. She takes her coffee drinking it and he follow her every action. How she holds the cup in her delicate hands slowly taking it to her pink lips which turned red at the hot beverage touch. Or how her eyes close as she takes a sip at a time enjoying it.

"Why can't you sleep?". She asked looking at him

"You have to answer too". He said softly and she nodded, "I have a nightmare every night that doesn't allow me to sleep much".

She nodded understanding as she places the cup in her lap moving her finger on the top of it, "I-I wasn't able to sleep much after his accident because of my thoughts but then I started to for a while. Then they shifted into our house and he used to come to my room and I-I-".

Her words stuck in her throat as her hands start to shake. He immediately moves forward taking the cup away so it doesn't fall on her holding her shaking hands.

"I am scared that he will come again". She said looking in his eyes as tears fill her eyes

His breathing hitched.

Not because of how close they were but because of the pain in her eyes. He thought to bring her here was enough why hadn't he realise that change of a country wasn't enough?. That she needed something more.

Comfort.

"I am here. I understand. It's going to be hard but I will stay by your side. I will do everything to erase the pain". He promised, "Just allow me a chance".

She nodded sighing.

He moves back but not away from her not that he can't do it. But even if it's this moment he can feel the softness of her so close to him and her innocence and warmth pouring out of her as his comfort.

"Want to watch a movie?". He suggested

She nodded.

He switches the television browsing through Netflix to put on a romantic comedy movie.

"Romantic?". She asked amused looking at him

He looks offended, "I can be very romantic".

He watches her biting her lips to stifle her laughter which still shakes within her body, "Ok".

"Are you laughing at me?". He asked narrowing his eyes playfully watching her lips curling into a small smile

"Umm.....". She said looking anywhere but at him

His hand unconsciously hold her chin turning her face around to him than his hand slowly move to hold her cheeks caressing it.

"What is it?". He asked losing himself when he looks into her eyes

"T-That you don't seem like a romantic man". She mumbles licking her dry lips

"I can be". He said moving back to play the movie

He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart looking at the screen blankly but his eyes didn't stay there long as he turns to look at her now. Their shoulders were touching as they sit together while he looks at her and she looks at the screen. Every once in a while a small smile gazes her lips making his lips twitch too then her eyes widen at some time or a small frown appearing on her forehead. Her hands remain in her lap and then he finds at the middle of the movie her eyes getting heavy as they close but she tries to fight it so hard he chuckles holding her head placing it back on the couch.

As he turns to switch the movie off she turns and her head now rested on his shoulder and she sighs.

"You really don't remember me, Husna (beauty)?". He mutters as he looks at the television blankly with his deep thoughts

He feels her stir in his hand by now her head lay on his chest and hand wraps around him.

"Are you awake?". He asked softly brushing her hair away

She immediately pushes herself back blushing as she looks at him, "Sorry. I didn't -".

"Don't be sorry". He said tucking a strand of her hair away, "I have to go get ready for the day".

He moves to stand when she holds his hand stopping him. He turns around to look at her as she slowly raises her head looking at him.

"Thank you for last night I haven't slept at night for a long time". She said softly

He nodded, "I am glad I can help".

He tries to move again when she didn't let go his hand he stops to bend down at her looking at her intently. She looks at the floor biting her lips sitting holding his hand with her both hands.

"If you don't mind can I take your clothes out for today?". She asked nervously

His eyes widen at her question as he hadn't expected her to do anything for him.

"You don't have to force-". He started

She looks at him frowning, "You told me last night and that day that you will do everything for me. You said you will erase my pain but I realise that while I was in my grief you were in pain too. I think if you are making an effort I should too. Can I?".

He bites his lips as tears gather in his eyes but he didn't want to pressure her as he nodded taking her hand as they walk inside his room for the first time.

"I will let you be". He mutters smiling at her as he walks inside the washroom

She looks around his room in the broad daylight and it wasn't much. It was all just plain white walls and cupboards. She frowns when she finds something on the wall but went to take his clothes out first as she was supposed to cook after.

He walks out of the room with a newfound excitement as he finds his clothes on the bed. He immediately changes into them heading downstairs when he finds his mother on the way down as he speaks to her.

"Go help your wife. My nalaik (stupid) son never used to do it". His mother said smiling pushing him to the kitchen

He smiles walking inside to find her busy with making an omelette while she cut some fruits still trying to make some tea altogether. He shakes his head walking towards her standing behind her as he moves his hand to hold the knife in his hand making her still.

"W-What are you doing?". She asked as he places his chin on her shoulder

He smiles, "I am trying to help my wife who is multitasking at the moment".

"But why?". She asked turning around and they froze

His eyes look into her light blue eyes which seem to darken at the moment. They always remind him of some calmness that he hasn't seen or felt. The warmth of her body and the way it fits in his hands seem so right.

"Because my wife is my treasure and I can do everything for her". He mumbles wanting to lean in but the sound of the tea boiling break them

He moves back allowing her to run to it not before memorizing her red cheeks and the shyness in her eyes.

The breakfast went by and he didn't wish to leave her alone but he had to since he hasn't been to work. He starts to work on the new project that was important for the growth and that will help in sales.

For which he had an important meeting to attend in five minutes when his friend- Aziz walks in.

"Woah! Everyone was right about you shining today". Aziz said smiling

"Go back to work". He said reading the file

"You don't wear those colour in office what happened?". Aziz asked curiously

He didn't speak.

"Bet that was her choice that's why". Aziz said walking away before he can hit him

He sits in the meeting for an hour but still, there was a lot of discussions to do when he heard his phone ringing. He frowns as everyone stopped to look at him and he looks at his phone to find her calling. He immediately walks out of the meeting with a little fear because the last time she called it was her begging him and that was worse.

"Maisa, are you ok?. Are you hurt?. Is everything ok?". He asked as he enters his office, "Please, speak to me I am scared".

"Ah...I am ok". She whispers softly and he sighs dropping on the couch

"You scared me, Meri Husna". He said as his eyes widen,"I-I mean you just scared me. What's is it?".

She didn't speak.

He raises his eyebrows, "Why did you call me?".

She still didn't speak.

"Missed me?". He asked smiling to himself

"Hmmm....actually I wanted to say something". She said softly

"What is it?". He asked curiously

"Woh na (that is)- woh mujhe (that I)-". She said nervously

"Tum kiya (you what)?". He asked teasing loving and knowing she is blushing for no reason, "Bolo tumhara Shohar huin (speak I am your husband".

"I wanted to eat pizza". She said hurriedly making him chuckle, "Please".

That made him laugh, "Be ready at 6 I will come and take you out".

"No. What about Ammi?". She asked worriedly

"I am sure she will be happy". He said smiling ending the call before she protests more

He shakes his head grinning as he walks back in the meeting hoping 6 comes soon.

****

"You love Pizza?". He asked as he finds her devouring the Pizza

She nodded, "I used to live here and I used to love eating Pizza then".

He nodded sadly.

"You never answered my question". He said looking at her confused face, "Do you miss calligraphy?".

She leaves the Pizza looking down, "I haven't done it since he left".

"Do you miss it?". He asked again

She didn't speak

He forwards his hands as they walk outside walking somewhere he said he had something to show her. He walks her into the building and stops right in the middle.

"T-This-". She said shocked

"This is your gallery". He said looking at her shocked face, "I bought it and saved it for you".

"But-". She started

"Don't you remember me, Husna?". He asked as his voice sounded broken and pleading, "Do you miss calligraphy?".

She nodded breaking down.