She asked raising her eyebrows at the audacity of this woman, still not leaving her position on her husband lap watching just how that position seems to agitated the woman

"I was here to speak to him when you rudely interrupted". The woman answered angrily

"Well, go on ahead and talk. Don't mind me".

"I didn't know she is coming here neither I want to speak to her about anything". Her husband said holding her hand over her chest and she can see how every ticking minute he seems to pale

She cannot blame him.

"It seems to me my husband isn't interested in speaking to you".

"Husband?. She is your wife?". The woman screeched making her wince at the loud sound and her husband held her hand tighter comforting her

"Which century does this woman lives in?". She asked looking at the woman, "Our marriage was announced and broadcast on all social media platforms. I am sure you would have found about it and that must be the reason for your sudden appearance just before I come in".

"What are you implying to?". The woman asked and this time her voice was low

She smirks looking at her, "You must have been here for approximately 10 or 15 minutes knowing exactly that I will show up any time soon. It doesn't take a genius to know why even if first love or not someone will come to their past lover when they have a spouse. Unless they wish to create some unwanted drama and sad for you I hate drama, to begin with".

She was right.

"I didn't know you were his wife or he was married". The woman weakly defended herself

"And I am the Queen of England".

"What?".

"I think we were saying lies".

The anger on the woman face increases to more level and she feels herself drifting back to her fear that she felt in that moment. But there is no way she is going to sit there and not defend her husband. She knows him enough to know he is not this kind of man.

"You are not even worth being called his wife. What is that on your face?". The woman asked

"Don't". She snapped as her eyes held anger but more fear that built in her chest

The woman smirks, "Just because he cannot see doesn't mean he shouldn't know that your face is ugly with a--".

She leaps forward to scratch her face but her husband wraps his arms around her waist effectively pulling her around making her sit on his lap with his arms tightly around her as she fights against his chest to be free.

Which he didn't do.

"Shhh". He cooed, "I got you. You're ok. I got you, baby. You're safe".

He did that for a few minutes until she stops trashing in his arms. He kissed on her hair feeling her moving more into him for comfort which he grateful provide her with.

But, this isn't over.

"You married that low life". His ex-lover- Faiza or so he thought said

His body stiffened as his face held nothing short of pure fury at the way one woman is out to mock another just to drag her down somehow even if it means attacking her insecurities and that is no joke.

He had caressed her scar all night trying to picture it perfectly in his head and he has to say that he never felt anything less than anger and respect that she carries on with her life when he knows how much people love to mock another person weaknesses.

They love playing with weaknesses and then play the victim.

"Ugly?. Low life?. My wife?. You are delusional, Faiza". He pauses as the raw anger fills his tone, "The only person who looks ugly and low life to me is the person standing in front of us trying to bring down another human for no good reason. You had your chance and you told me clearly what you wanted. I never objected or came after you yet here you are trying to stir problems in my personal life trying to have control over my decisions. Let me tell you something it's a good thing that I can't see because if I can, I would look at my wife with her scar all day long. I would have never stopped looking at it because having scar doesn't make anyone ugly it makes them a fighter that not many of us are. They have won the battles that we cannot even imagine to go through yet we are extremely hostile to them. Low life?. You are the one who is acting that way just because you found my marriage and my wife now you are here acting like a jealous insecure person who doesn't wish happiness to their past partner. I am done with you and today proves how bad of a decision you were and how amazing of a decision my wife is. So, know this once and for all my wife is my pride and I will never look at her from other peoples eyes I will look at her from my vision where she is a brave beautiful woman who is compassionate. And I will not tolerate anyone walking into our house trying to degrade her in any sense because this is my last warning to you if you ever come close to hurting her in any way possible remember I am a lawyer and I will drag you down and trust me it won't be pretty. Now get out of my house and don't ever show yourself here again if you know what's good for you".

Fazia starts to leave when he called her again, "Next time you wish to fight her I wouldn't stop you because I know my wife is more than capable to handle you however when you do fight, keep in mind to fight head-on instead of using cheap techniques to win the fight".

He heard the front door banging close where Faiza walked angrily. He could care less all he cares about the woman in his hands right now.

"Baby?".

"I am ugly".

"I am not blind".

"What?".

He shrugged,"I thought we were stating impossible".

She laughs shaking her head making him smile along as he feels her shoulder relaxing, "You learnt from the best".

"Of course". He said wrapping his arms tightly around her inhaling her scent

"Maybe I should start charging for it".

"Larki, apne miskeen shohar per yeh zulm toh nahi karo gi, haina?". (Woman, I am a poor man you won't do this injustice on your husband, right?)

"Pata nahi. Shohar miskeen toh kahi se nahi hai". (I don't know. My husband isn't a poor man)

"Uff mere khuda yeh toh mujhe maar dalay gi". (My God, this woman will kill me one day)

"Nahi nahi ittni jaldi kyun maaro gi abhi toh bohat kuch hai karnay ko". (No-No. Why will I kill you this soon there is so much to do)

Just like that, they forgot their bitter past walking on their own path.

After a week she decided that she wanted her husband to leave this palace he had built to hide in. She knows his comfort is pushing him back from enjoying everything. In this week he had told her about his struggles as a child and how it was hard to even be in the playground without not being bullied for being blind and his mother was busy to notice.

She bangs the door open startling him, "Begum, dil k douray se maaron ga agar isi tarha darwaza kholti rahi". (Wifey, I will die from from heart attack one of these days if you don't stop banging door this way)

"Toh phir mere sath chalein". (Then come with me)

"Where?".

"Outside".

"No".

"Why?".

"Because there is no reason for me to go outside when I can't even see anything".

She sighs walking towards him standing in front of him holding his shoulder, "You will be surprised to know that what people see doesn't mean they actually feel the feelings it that moment. You just need to feel the things around to truly enjoy the experience. You don't need sight for it just patience and feelings. Emotions are more important than having to watch something. People usually forgot things they see until they hold some sentiment and today you will have to feel it".

"But--".

She holds his hand dragging him to her car locking the door as a child lock.

"You didn't just do that".

"If you act like one I have to deal in the same way".

"I am not a baby".

"Sure". She dragged the word intentionally, "Now I will open your window for your to lean outside and enjoy the wind and sounds around, ok?".

"Are you crazy?. I could die".

"Then I promise to throw a feast on your funeral that at least you left the house. Come on, don't be a coward and do it".

He huffed loudly for her to hear it. Soon enough she feels him relaxing as he tucked his hand out first scared of what wrong can happen but slowly he let loose as he tucks his head out a little with a huge boyish grin covering his face which made him seems younger than he actually was.

"That was amazing". He said beaming at her and her heart melts at the beautiful smile on his face

She smiles holding his hand, "Every day from now on I will experience all these things with you. Say it this way that for the first time we both will experience these".

He tilts his head as his lips turn into an adorable frown, "You haven't experienced them?".

"Let's say like you had your demon holding you in that palace I had mine holding me from reaching to the world".

"So, we experience everything?".

"We experience everything".

"I am so excited to do all this fun with my wife".

She laughs, "So am I to have these experiences with my husband".

They did.

For the first time as she takes him to park, beach, mall, shops, carnival and every single thing that a person could ever experience he did. For the very first time, he came to know that he didn't have to be afraid to step foot out of his house safety. That he too, could enjoy if not by sight than with feelings everything. He felt the softness of breeze, the wildness of carnival, the heat of the beach and the coldness of mall. He felt every single emotion that he never thought he could.

For the next two months.

"Your Ice cream is melting". She said softly breaking his daydreaming

"Sorry". He said chuckling as he devours the bites of his Ice cream as they sit in the Ice cream shop, "What do you have next?".

"How does movie sound?".

"Really?. What am I going to watch it?".

"Um, I think it's not about watching the people playing roles in the movie it's more about how emotionally connected we are or we can relate to the situation those characters are in".

"Your philosophy is weird but then so are you".

"You like me that way".

"Yes, yes, I do".

Her heart flutters.

For the past few days, she had noticed the change in herself.

She felt happy and free.

Having him break his barriers allowed her to walk through her own. She used to hold back and neglect herself most of the time but with him, she starts living again.

Most importantly she is in love with her husband.

It must be that one night she had a nightmare where she was struggling badly in her sleep and he shakes her awake cradling her in his arms securely whispering sweet words as he calmed her down. The whole night he remained against the headboard holding onto her tightly assuring her as she sleeps away. Usually, she never sleeps after a nightmare but somehow he fought them for her.

The next morning when she looks at the way he was holding her was the first time she felt those feelings in her heart. That she would turn the world around for him and no matter what she will never leave his side.

"You remember that case of children raped?".

"What about it?".

"It's solved".

"You don't sound happy about it".

"I am not". He pauses as a sour expression comes on his face, "Those children are very young, Arooj. You should hear them speak about their experiences they don't even know what happened to them. The man had influence with him so all he got was to serve in jail for 29 years. That's not enough for those young children and their parents most importantly for the people who are doing it or considering to do it too. Those rapist needs to hang to death. These cases keep on increasing and no one is safe. Imagine a man doing it to children- they are so young and look at them suffering because of one man who couldn't control his filthy desires. He needs to be punished severely so that people take lessons from it. So, the one considering know what will happen to them".

"World doesn't work that way anymore".

"What do you mean?".

"What I mean is now the criminal suddenly have human rights, influence and whatnot. Most of the rape cases won't even come in light. Criminal are protected and punish is simply a joke. It takes years to get justice and still the criminal doesn't even know he did wrong unless the criminal is a poor man who didn't actually do anything and was punished that's a whole different story".

"Do you have a story?".

"We all do".

He didn't ask further knowing intentionally pushing her is not a good idea.

"We have a party day after tomorrow". He said as they sit in their car, "It's for honouring me".

"What have you done so great beside marrying me?".

"Well, I agree that marrying you is great which we have already celebrated with 3000 unknown guests showcasing ourselves for no reason to them but this one is in regards to my work".

"I am so proud". She giggles making him smile

The day of the event came too soon and she makes sure that her husband looks dashing though he always does without having to do anything.

"It's unfair".

"What is?".

"You look so amazing without even trying".

He laughs wrapping his arms around her waist, "Who asked you to try?. I find you beautiful in every way".

She shakes her head with a smile, "I want to look best because it's your event".

"Our". He corrected

She turns around wearing her jewellery that she bought with her husband so did the dress. He didn't want her to wear black again though she insisted he said he wanted at least her in colours.

They enter inside the grand venue and she held back a gasp at how beautiful it all looks. All eyes turn to look at them and she blushes moving into his arms which immediately went around her waist pulling her towards him.

"Just know you are the most beautiful woman here".

"I am not".

"For me you are".

She couldn't help the smile that gazes her lips as she was introduced to everyone as his wife.

"How do you feel about him and his achievement?". One of his associates asked her

"My husband?". She asked him and he nodded as she turns to look at her husband who waits for her answer, "It's amazing. To know a man who never gives up no matter how hard the situation he was faced with. It's not easy for anyone and to be unique than most of us only means more hardships yet here he is standing in this beautiful event that is dedicated to his motivation. Most of all, he is the most perfect man any woman can ask for and his achievements make me so proud of him".

"It must be hard with not having sight as his mother always told us how hard it was for him". Someone said and she feels him stiffen

"I don't think anything is ever easy for anyone. Not having sight didn't make him less than anyone instead it made him superior. People with eyes are not even able to get someone behind bars and he is doing that without them. Sight is not the reason for achievement or hardship. You went through your own and he went through his what matter is where that brought one and as I look at it my husband is doing fairly better than everyone else".

He still looks tense and she doesn't understand why.

"Are you ok?". She whispers to him feeling him shiver

"Just emotional".

"Why?".

"You are proud of me?".

"Very".

"I can kiss you right now but we can't".

"You can do that when we go back home then". She said giggling and blushing

He kissed her eyes.

"That's my eyes, silly".

"I am silly, aren't I?".

"Sometimes".

This time he kissed her forehead for a long moment. He sometimes misses a place he intends to kiss on purpose to make her laugh because it's his favourite sound to hear.

She went with Yasir to grab the food and he sits on their table.

"Zohan". He heard Faiza said as he feels her sitting a little too close to him

"What do you want?".

"I want you, Zohan. Please I made a mistake".

"Mistake?. You slept with someone thinking I am blind so I will never know when we were engaged".

"It was a mistake. I was just hormonal".

"That gives you right to go around sleeping with other men?".

"It doesn't. But please we all make mistakes".

"And not all mistakes are forgivable".

"Zohan I am your first love".

His jaw clenched, "Listen to me very clearly". His voice pitch got deeper, "You might be my first love but my wife is my last".

He stands to move away from her to find his wife.

"Do you have an idea what your wife is hiding from you?".

He didn't stop walking out of the hall to the garden outside to breath fresh air.

"Zohan". She heard his wife voice and once she comes near him he wraps his hands around her pulling her towards him

"Baby, I need you". He said holding her tightly

"She is involved with Zahid Qureshi". He heard Faiza said, "Ask her what relationship she had with him".

"Don't.speak.about.my.wife.like.that". He said angrily wanting to rip her apart, "I will never question her or her character because of someone else".

He felt her body stiffening indicating something but he didn't want any more drama especially in front of other people.

"Bhai, look--". Yasir started

"Don't. I want you to personally deal with her. I don't ever want her near us and make sure she pays well for everything she had done. We are leaving". He said holding her stilled hand as he shakes her to lead the way

None of them talked through the ride as the silence prevailed.

Once they came back home she went to the bedroom with him following behind.

"Are you ok?. I am so sorry it's all my fault I should have never allowed her a chance--".

"I was involved with that man".

"What?".

"I was involved with him you know how?".

"Baby, please".

"I slept with him, Zohan".