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Orange ball of fire shinning, spreading pinkish and yellow hue in the clear sky. Chirping of the beautiful canary birds in balcony. This is Mahi's favourite time of the day when everyone are still sleeping soundly. After offering fajr she always come to her balcony to enjoy the sukoon (peace) of the beautiful morning, sipping on her hot cup of delicious adrak wali chai. (ginger tea)

Since Mahi never had any friends in Haveli she started spending most of her time to herself with her birds in her balcony. Her Mamu gifted her a beautiful flock of canary birds when she was 17 seeing her all alone at home getting bored on weekends or when she has no school or college to attend. Since then she looks after them, talk to them pouring her heart out.

As usual she was feeding her birds while talking to them when a knock on the door disturbed her. She frowned wondering who could be at the door at this time since no one wake up this early in Haveli.

"!" Saying this she opened the door only to be frozen on her place seeing the tall broad figure, in his joggers, sweating profusely from the run.

(coming!)

"?" she was benumbed.

(You?)

!" He leaned on the door frame lazily, gazing at her as if he has all the time in the world. His powerful eyes pinned her to her place, making her suddenly nervous and anxious.

(Yes me!)

Zayan was coming back from the run when his eyes fell on the balcony of her room where she was smiling and talking to the birds while feeding them. He was bewitched by the most beautiful smile that he never witnessed on her face around him or his family. So, feeling the sudden urge to witness her from closer he aimed for her room without a second thought.

But the seen he witnessed from closer was even more beautiful when she opened the door with that cute confused expression. It was just adorable. Her shocked state and then her nervousness feeling his eyes on her skin. It all was bewitching him even more. He had seen her and felt her from close last night and he knew it then she was most sinfully beautiful woman. But its the chance where he can nestle every inch of her inside his eyes in the bright day light.

Her eyes.

Her beautiful brown almond shaped eyes with thick long lashes kissing her high blushing cheek bones.

Her nose.

Her sharp straight nose that even can drill in the mountains of Himalaya.

Her Lips.

Her pink full plum lips with a little natural pout.

Her jawline.

It was so clean an sharp that can easily cut even a mirror glass.

Her long, swan like neck that has a thin gold chain around it. Shinning so bright like stars in dark night on her flawlessly fair skin with a beautiful infinity pendant reaching right above the area of her bossom.

She isn't that innocent anymore!

The flat bossom is now full with right amount of swell, the slimness of her waist and perfect width of her hips he already have felt by the way he held her so close last night even after the loose kurta she was wearing. And her beautiful long brown hair brushing down there.

If he is the thirsty then she is the well, if she is the pouring rain then he is the barren land. If he is the oyster then she is the pearl. If he is the saint then she is the Siren!

She is that dangerous for a man. And the thought of his addictive attraction scares him now. He couldn't sleep last night after the encounter with her that's why he eventually decided to go for a run. He was never the one to look for excuses to see a girl, it was always other way around for him. But now he is looking for one. Great!

" She asked still nervously looking down, returning back to her old scared, reserved self . And it irritated him.

(Do you want something?)

"Yes!" he cleared his throat to avoid awkwardness "I want coffee, make one for me."

Isn't he too rude? No please, nothing. He demanded as if she has to be on his beck and call.

"Why don't you ask to the maid? They will make you one." She retorted and he was surprised at her sudden change of attitude. It happened twice since last night, she turn into a tigresses from a shy mess in a moment. And its so refreshing.

"They are not my wife you are!" He smirked victoriously and she shivered at the way he addressed her as his wife.

"Look! Stop addressing me as one to your advantage, if you don't mean a thing." She glared then snapped remembering his words from last night.

"Who said I don't?" He raised his brows mocking her. He is now enjoying her wild side even more. "" He asked her flirticiously leaning closer to her, in the morning his voice sooud even deeper and husky giving her pleasant chills to her bones. And her heart feels like it will jump right out of her chest on his cheesy lines but she is smarter than that.

(I accepted you as my wife so I got all the rights.)

"?" She asked painfully waiting for his response. He was quite for a moment just staring at her amused.

(Do I have same rights as you too?)

"!" He rolled his eyes playfully ignoring her question "Ek coffee hi to hai bana dein mere liye." He asked her innocently and now this time she really couldn't resist. She just simply glared at him and went towards the kitchen to make him one while he smiled in victory.

(Okay! Let it be wifey) (It's just a coffee I am asking for)

"

(your coffee!)

He was in his room pulling out the shirt from his wardrobe when Mahi came into his room after knocking it and leaving the tea there she started to leave but his voice froze her on her track.

" no one calls her that, after her mom no one did. It was surprising for her when he used her full name, he called her by her name for the first time ever since they met and it did some ticklish things to her stomach and her fragile heart feels like bursting.

(Mahira listen!)

"?" She asked confused but the blush on her cheeks from the effect she still has on her face. Since her back is still facing him, he didn't get that to see, thankfully.

(yes?)

" He still didn't request but ordered that another case his 'will you?' sounds more like a threatened choice.

(My shirt)

She sighed turning around "Fine!" took his shirt and started ironing it while he calmly sat on his lounge chair staring at her with his predator like eyes and sipping on his tea like she is the most interesting subject on earth. She could feel his eyes on her and her hands were shaking because it was getting hard for her to do something while feeling his burning gaze.

"." Her tone was monotonous and her eyes were fix on other direction when she came to offer him his shirt after ironing. She was looking in hurry already.

(here! its your shirt.)

"Thanks!" He brushed his fingers on her hand deliberately, whispered leaning closer to her ear and smirked when he felt her shivering at his small touch. He was enjoying it alot.

Mahira without sparing a glance at him rushed outside in lightening speed while trying to hide that stupid spreading blush. Mahira wants to control her feelings for him and she was determined about it after last night but his sudden attention, asking her to do his works is quite satisfying. This all feel meaningful to her even when she demanded instead of requesting her because he has finally accepted her as his wife. He never denied it though but since he came back he reminded them both about their relationship multiple times. May be its not as bad as she thinks.

******

Clan of Hamadani was gathered on breakfast table as usual with the absence of Abdullah and Mahira. They all were having their breakfast peacefully when Bijaan started speaking surprising everyone on breakfast table because no one expected this discussion this early. The knew by the tone what Bijaan's going yo talk about.

"Zayan?" her tone was dripping with too much affection.

"Ji bijaan?" Zayan's full attention was now on Bijaan so does everyone's.

(yes Bijaan?)

" Bijaan asked and the memory of beautiful face illuminating from the candle light flashed Infront of his eyes. She was looking so scared like a mouse.

(What do you think about marriage? I mean you are going to join business from tomorrow already.)

"Zayan?"

"Ji..ji Bijaan?" Zayan was pulled back.

(yes Bijaan)

" she asked observing him keenly.

(I asked you something)

Zayan looked down at his plate pulling the morsel, trying to look unbothered while suppressing his smile.

"" He shrugged trying to look nonchalant while his heart was doing things to him and others were so dumbfounded and disturbed by his response.

(Whatever you think right Bijaan. We both are here, you can done the rukhsati whenever you want.)

" Bijaan voice was stern this time. Of course! Zayan scoffed mentally.

(Zayan! I am talking about Haveli's soon to be dutchess)

"Ohh!" Zayan's face fell but he morphed into neutral one instantly. ." He told her dryly while digging back in his food.

(That's also your choice. Do I have a say in it?)

On Zayan's response everyone at table sighed in relief. For a moment they all were scared what if Zayan back off from other marriage. They know Mahira is a beautiful woman and she can currupt any man's brain with her beauty and Saira Begum can't let her own darling grandson fall a victim. Hopefully, Zayan haven't met with that witch yet; they all prayed silently.

""Bijaan asked again and at this Asmara and RubinA's with their daughters ears was right on attention in hopes.

(Do you have any suitable girl in your mind? That's because I am thinking about your wedding right after Haniya's.)

"." He told her after once again Mahira's face flashed Infront of his eyes that he instantly shook off. Now this attraction irking him more than its necessary. Perhaps, a second wife will be a better distraction. He thought.

(Guess , nothing of that sort.)

He don't know why his family has problem with Mahira but knowing Bijaan's priority as pride and honour he can't argue on that. After all he has to maintain the legacy being the soon-to-be bade Nawab and its not like he loves Mahira or something. It just an attraction and as a Nawab he easily can have four wives altogether. So what's the issue if Bijaan wants it because he always obey what bijaan says.

" She told him happily and he nodded obediently before they all focused on their breakfast but this time excited.

(Great! Meet me in duke study whenever you're free.)

"Assalam Walaikum Bijaan! Asmara chachi! " A raspy voice of male echoed in the dinning area bringing smile to everyone's face especially Rahila's face.

"Haami!" Rahila got up from her chair with a big smile. "How come you are here?" she asked grinning widely at him.

"?" He told glaring at her playfully and she bite her cheek feeling embarrassed about her question. Of course!

(If you guys can come yo meet Zayan brother so Why can't I?)

"Of course Haami, why not." Zayan got up to hug him smiling at him warmly.

"Aao Haami nashta kro hamare sath." Asmara offered ecstatically but he shook his head denying.

(Oh Haami come and have breakfast with us.)

"No chachi , I am good." he answered.

"Bs Zayan bhai ko milne aaya tha or socha..." he honestly told her then started looking around in search of that familiar face which isn't around today.

(Just here to meet brother Zayan that's it.)

"Or?" Asmara pressed further curiously.

(And?)

"Or kuch nahi!" He hugged her side ways kissing his chachis cheek before adding "Vo apki churail bhanji kaha hai?"

(And nothing..) (where is your witch of a neice?)

Rahila and Asmara face scrunched in annoyance while Zayan look more interested an curious now.

"Usse kya kaam tumhe?" Asmara asked displeased.

(What you have to do with her?)

"Use college k liye pick karna tha. Subah hi call kr k bola tha k time p ready rehna pr ye ladki na chachi mai..." He started rambling smiling to himself unaware of everyone's pissed expression. Meanwhile Zayan felt uneasy listening about his own wife from other man who isn't even related to her in any way talking so closely about her.

(Just wanted to pick her up for college. I already called her in the morning to tell her but still she isn't ready yet.)

Haami is Rahila and Pari's cousin from their father side. They have no relation with him but since they all are family and meet everyone on occasion. So they are more like friends with the in laws families of the Hamadani daughters.

"Wait.." Zayan stopped his rambling with a confused expression. "Tum Mahira ko jante ho?" He asked curiously, not understanding how he knows Mahira that too this closely when Bijaan never allowed Mahira in any family gathering since she sees her as disgrace.

(Wait you know Mahira?)

"Haa bhai! Main (I) Mahira Rahila ; We are in same college since two years now." he smiling told her.

(Yeah bro )

Yet he didn't know his wife is still studying and what she is majoring into. Thank God except Hamadanis no one knows about their nikkah or it would have been so embarrassing.

" Rahila ko pick kyu nhi karne aae kbi tum?"Asmara asked Haami offended. And it brought back a zoned out Zayan again.

(Why never you come to pick Rahila for university ever?)

"That's because chachi , Rahila has her own car and she knows how to drive." He genuinely answered. Someone else looking after his wife isn't sitting well with Zayan but he controlled it thinking it as disturbed part of his brain.

"Acha batayen, where is she now?" He asked again but before anyone can answer his phone pinged and his lips stretched into a big smile confusing others.

(Now tell,)

"Ye ladki bhi na!" He shook his head putting his phone back in his pocket before turning to others. "Acha ab main chalta hu, Mohtarma ko na jane kya hua hai aaj, pehle se hi bahar khadi h." laughing at his own statement, careless about others expression he rushed outside the haveli.

(Ah this girl!) (Okay I will leave right now since Madam is already outside waiting for me in parking.)

Asmara and Pari anger was on peak since its no surprise Asmara wanted Haami for her daughter but here Mahira has his nephews undivided attention all on her, Rahila was burning in jealousy. It was her cousin, her love but Mahira has him wrapped around her little finger.

Meanwhile Zayan was mad, so mad. He was burning with rage inside, she is purposely avoiding him but has no problem waiting for a na-mehram outside.

****

"College will be over in six months. So what's your plan next?" Haami asked Mahira when they were walking to the gate after the college was over to go home.

"Pata nahi, jahan manzil le jaye." her voice was so lost and deep making Haami frown at her but before Haami can ask something else she smiled brightly before excitedly asking. "Meri choro ye btao tumhara kya plan hai? Akhir Pakistan k home minister k eklaute bete ho zimmedariyan to bohot hongi." She asked.

(Don't know, wherever this life takes me.)

(Lets talk about you; What's your plan? After all you're Pakistan's prime minister's son.)

"" He chuckled. " "

(Right now it suits my father better) (but my family, they want me to take over and get into politics.)

"Ye to achi baat hai."

(This is a good news then.)

"" He exclaimed popping his eyes out. "Politics and all is too stressing. ." He shrugged making a disgusting face and she laughed. He stared at her contagious laugh with a beautiful smile on his face. Even in her plain cotton maroon suit, her head loosely covered with dupatta she was so beautiful and pure like an angel. He can't fathom how anyone can hate such soul.

(What's so good about this news?) (I don't wanna live my life in stress and all.)

She is never carefree like this in Haveli, he knows how Haveli people treats her. He is her only friend with whom she feels comfortable and can be herself. She wants to share her secret with him but she knows Bijaan will kill her. Its already enough that Bijaan don't have a problem with their friendship so far. Yet.

He is the most popular guy in the college since his father is the home minister of the country. Everyone worships the ground he walks but he choose her as his friend. The most popular guy choose her over thousands of girl to hang out with a nobody like her. Rahila and Haami were cousins and good friends when they joined the school and that's how he came to know about Mahira. He is still friends with Rahila but Rahila hatred for Mahi never let her stay for too long around them.