Zayan just came back from outside in afternoon after attending some important work when he met Haami and his family on the way into the Haveli already leaving.

"Assalam Walaikum Zayan Bhai!" Haami gritted with a smile and Zayan frowned while greeting him.

"Walaikum Assalam! Aap log yaha ?" Zayan asked confused because there isn't any function today and its rare for Haami's family to come without any reason in there Haveli.

(You guys here?)

"Haa bas kuch maslo pr zaroori baat karni thi Saira Begum se. Ab hm chalte hai." Haami's mother smiled at him her beautiful smile while his father just nodded at him stiffly. He is one scary and intimidating man but Zayan never felt that way about him.

(Yes, actually we have some important matters to discuss with Saira Begum. Now we would like to leave.)

However on Haami's mother answer , scene from last night flashed Infront of his eyes and his brain forced him to think that they came here to talk about the way Zayan behaved. Before Zayan can ask anything they were already leaving outside. He shook his head deciding to ask Bijaan instead and rushed inside.

"Bijaan vo..."

(Bijaan they...)

He abruptly stopped, his brows creasing in confusion witnessing the scene in front of him. Rahila was crying hugging her mother who is trying to calm her down while Bijaan was grimacing and others were just watching the scene silently sitting there.

"Bijaan kya hua hai? Ye Rahila ese kyu ro rahi hai? Sab thik to hai? Or..vo..vo log kyu aae the yaha? Koi btaega mujhe kuch." He rushed to Bijaan's side, he asked all the questions in one breath feeling anxious.

(Bijaan what happen? Why Rahila is crying like this? Is everything ok? And why..why they were here? Will someone tell me anything?)

"Rubina phuphu?"getting no answer from anyone he next turn to his phuphu asking her sternly.

"Arey mujhe kya puchte ho jake apni biwi se pucho, kya haal hua para hai meri beti ka tumhari biwi k gulcharro k wajah se!"

(Oh why are you questioning me? Go ask your wife. Look at my daughter's condition just because of your wife affairs!)

She snapped angrily at him hugging her daughter more closer to her chest while Zayan felt his blood boiling in anger hearing his phuphu's accusation about his wife. She is still his wife and no one has right to talk about her that way.

"Rubina phuphu aap meri biwi ke bare me baat kar rahi hai. Aap janti hai? Islie, kuch bhi bol ne se pehle ek baari sochiye." He roared defending his wife emphasizing on meri making it clear, shocking his family and Bijaan who stared him in disbelief.

(Rubina Aunt, you are talking about my wife so please, think twice before you speak!)

"Mujhe pata hai main kya bol rahi hu or kiske liye bol rahi hu. Pure khandaan ko pata tha Rahila ki shadi Haami se hogi. Pr pata nahi kaha se yw tumhari biwi bich me aagai. Kitne khush the hum jab hame unka phone aaya tha k kuch zaroor baat karni hai."

(I know what I am saying and know well who is the guilty one. Entire family and relatives knew that Rahila was supposed to marry Haami but now your wife came between them out of nowhere. Oh, how happy we were! when they called to let us know, they wanna talk something important.)

She shrieked then started sobbing where as Zayan sat there dumbfounded not understanding a single thing his Rubina phuphu told him right now.

"Ky..kya matlab hai? ky..kyu aae the vo log yaha?" He asked perplexed.

(Wh.. what do you mean? Why they were here?)

"Tumhari biwi ka hath mangne."

(to ask for your wife's hand!)

Bijaan, who was still sitting silently growled venomously, dragging everyone's attention to herself. Zayan couldn't believe his ears, he felt like someone snatched the land beneath him.

"Aap logo ne kya jawab dia?" He asked calmly knowing well its impossible to accept the proposal since she is already married to him. He mentally smirked unaware of the next thing that will shock his existence to the core.

(And what was your answer?)

"Hume jawab dene layak hi kaha chora." His chacha spoke bowing his head shamefully. "Or chupao is shadi ko yahi hoga. It will bite you back some day. Per nahi! " He growled in annoyance.

(They didn't bother to know our answer.) (this is the consequence of hiding this marriage.)

"Hua kya hai koi saaf saaf btaega?" finally tired he yelled threateningly.

(What exactly happened bloody tell me?)

"Haami ne khud apne rishte ki baat ki hai humse. Vo Mahira bibi ko pasand karte hai or unse shadi karna chahte hai. Or itna hi nahi, hum isse pehle koi jawab de pate, Haami Sahab ne ye sharaf bhi Mahira ko dia. Vo hamara nahi Mahi ka faisla janna chahte hai. Bado ki baat ki koi izzat hi nahi rahi ab. Khud hi rishta mang lia or rai bhi unhe dulhan ki chahiye. Himmat ki bhi daad deni paregi us home minister k bete ki. Hum bade to gae jaise tel lene!"

(Hami talked to us about marriage himself. He likes Madam Mahira and wants to marry her. And this isn't it, even before we can answer, he gave the right to Mahira alone. He doesn't value our opinion but Mahira's only. He wants to know Bride's decision without our interfere. Kudos to that home minister's son! )

Rubina phuphu started to tell of things in anger. She was hurt and furious on the turn of events. Her both daughters are now left empty handed. Muskaan took Zayan from her Pari and now Mahi will take Haami from Rahila.

"Kyunki vo ye baat ache se janta tha k Rahila use pasand karti hai or ham isi wajah se use inkaar kr denge." Chacha elaborate the point further.

(because he knew we will never agree to this going against Rahila, hurting her.)

Zayan was so angry by now at the audacity of Haami, he wanted nothing more than to go to Haami and murder him even for thinking about his wife. He knew he is a possessive man but this sudden psychotic possessiveness for Mahi even scaring him.

"So what?" He scoffed. " Mahira must have rejected. Topic close!" He got up from his place feeling satisfied because he was sure about Mahira's response but that satisfactory moment was just a moment relief when he heard his phuphu speaking again.

"Ji nahi!" She spit out and the way he turn around he must have faced a whiplash. "Aapki begum Sahiba ne kaha unhe thoda sochne ka waqt chahiye."

(not at all!) (Your darling wife needs time to think, as she said.)

If he felt someone snatched floor beneath his feet then, now he is feeling like someone first fisted then pulled his heart right from his chest. He must be dreaming. Mahira can't do that and if she really did then why?

"Mahiiiirrraaa!!!!" his angry roar echoed in the entire Haveli scaring everyone who heard it.

He threw his blue business dress jacket before rushing upstairs breathing sharply. Blood pooling in his dark eyes.

******

Mahira was peaceful studying in her room, engrossed solving some formula unaware of the drama in the house and the storm coming towards her. When the room of her door banged open loudly scaring her in surprise.

But then she saw Zayan who was standing on her door breathing like a dragon on rampage. She gulped in fear but she didn't let it show on her face because she knew what she was trading for when she pulled that stunt downstairs in front of his and Haami's family. She was mentally prepare to face his wrath because she doesn't have much time. Either break or loose and she can't loose without trying.

"Maine kaha tha na usse dur raho!"

(Didn't I ask you to stay away from him?)

Slamming the door close he started walking towards her like a predator, his tone was very low but dangerous. She was feeling scared seeing his angry eyes but she won't back down. She lectured herself for a good minute to gather courage before speaking again to him fearlessly.

"Haa to? Main to dur hi thi vo khud aya." She shrugged innocently and turn back to her book as if Zayan isn't a threat anymore.

(Well Yes? I was away he was the one who came here, isn't he?)

"Mahi don't test me!" He snatched his book and threw it away yelling at her. She cowered in response.

"Kya chal raha hai tumhare tez deemag me haa? Kya khel khel rahi ho tum?"

(What's going in there sharp mind of yours? What game are you playing at?)

He pulled her roughly by her arms close to his chest. Her innocent brown eyes meeting his dark angry ones.

"Kya matlab hai apka? Main koi khel nahi khel rahi." She was pissed off now and jerked his hand away from herself.

(What does it suppose to mean? I am not playing any games!)

"Acha?" His hands now on his waist, broadening his chest, making him look more intimidating. " Sochne k liye waqt chahiye se kya matlab hai tumhara? Konsa waqt haa? Tumhe pata hai tum chaah k bhi is rishte ko haa nahi kar sakti!" He smirked victoriously.

(Really?) ('you need time to think' What does it suppose to mean? What time exactly? When you know you can never accept this no matter what.)

She stared at his handsome face for a good moment, crossing her hands on her chest as if she has all time in the world. She wants to figure out how can she fall in love with such selfish and heartless man. Such beautiful personality but his heart; its as dark as coal.

"Actually mujhe is rishte ko haa karne k liye waqt nahi chahiye." She said rolling her eyes making him frown in confusion. And then turning around to go back to her studies while answering further clearing his confusion. "I need time to fix things taki main is rishte ko bina kisi bojh ya rukawat k haa kar saku."

(Actually I don't need time to think about this proposal, I actually need time to fix things so that I can say yes to Haami without any burden and restrictions.)

Her reply burned him to the core; it was so unexpected to hear that she is considering this offer. He always thought Mahira was a weak woman since she is always so obedient with Bijaan, staying quite around family members. But he was so wrong; In this one week since he came back he has witnessed a fire in her. The fire that is slowly burning him, swallowing him to the extent where he won't even be ridden as ashes. Her confidence and boldness is surprising.

"To fir ye rukawat or bojh 'Zayan' hi hoga. Haina?" He mocked clicking his tongue.

(So this hurdles and restriction must go by a name Zayan, right?)

The thing that is hurting him most is his wife already considering another man over him. Even being married to him she is dreaming a future with someone else that isn't him. His jaw now clenched and hand bald in fist.

"Is rishte ka khayal apne dil se nikal do!" He turn around facing his back to her arrogantly. "Ye baat tum bhi janti ho or main bhi k tum meri ho, sirf meri!" His tone was mirthful and possessive.

(Just forget about this alliance already!) ( We both know that you belong to me, and me alone!)

"And one more thing..." He abruptly turn around facing her again but this time too close to her. "I am a really possessive man, biwi. Apne shohar k hote hue dusre kisi mard ka khyal apke dil 'o' deemag me main hargiz bardasht nahi karunga."

(I won't tolerate you having thought of another man in your mind and heart when you already have a husband to think of.)

He threatened her pulling her close to himself by her waist, their chest plastered to each other and their nose brushing. Possessiveness and madness pooling in his eyes. Showing how serious he is about this.

"If its about possessiveness..." She dared to speak again with the same fire in her eyes. "Main bhi possessive ho sakti hu.." she said breathless scrunching her eyes and he smirked.

(I can act possessive too..)

"Trust me I would love that!" He said huskily low, his was sounding dreamy. Blowing air on her face and her body having mind of her own she reacted to that. She can't always give into his charms and her heart and then it was enough push from her brain and sje ruined the moment.

"Thik hai! Main is rishte ka khayal apne dil se nikal dungi..."He smiled in satisfaction. "Lekin apko bhi phir Muskaan se shadi k liye inkaar karna parega." She blasted the bomb making him loose his mind.

(Fine! I will stop considering another man on one condition, only if you say no to Muskaan and your wedding.)

"Wha.. what?"He paled "you know its impossible. I can't!" He told her helplessly.

Swear on Allah! He wanted nothing more than to agree on what she is asking for but its not in his hand. The fire in her already have burned in enough, to ever even think about someone else but he can't assure her.

"Choice is yours Zayan..." She didn't back off "Muskaan se shadi k liye inkaar kar de ya fir mujhe talaq dede!"

His heart stopped beating right in his chest. Is she out of her mind? He have imagined many things she doing to him but Divorce was never one of it. She was looking so determined leaving no escape for him.

"Kya bakwaas hai ye!" He shake her harshly with gritted teeth in hope to bring her to her senses.

"Bakwaas nahi hai ye Zayan Hamadani!"

She retorted. The moment she finished she was roughly pinned to the wall, his eyes glaring down at her, challenging her to speak further than that.

"Bakwas nahi to kya hai ye?" His nose flared in anger. "Tumhe kya lagta hai itni aasani se azad ho jaogi tum mujhse? Tum sari Zindagi sirf or sirf meri ban ke rahogi; Mahira Zayan ban k rahogi tum!" He yelled at her clutching her jaw roughly in his hands while she started breathing heavily in discomfort.

"Acha?" She freed her jaw roughly from his grip, leaving his hand limp to his side "Lekin kaise? Mujhe apna chupa hua raaz bana ke ya fir khadani virasat k sath me mili hui ko cheez bana k?" She mocked bitterly testing his patience Which is hanging by last thread. "Main koi khilona nahi hu k nahi pasand aaya ya dil bhar gaya to kisi kone me phenk dia. Main insaan hu, or khud k faisle lene ka haq rakhti hu!"

For the first time Zayan was feeling scared of something; scared of a woman's anger. The crazed look on her face speaks volume that she will go to any just to cross him.

"Nahi to kya haa?" He yelled banging his palm on her sides caging her. "Mere khilaf jaogi? Main Muskaan se shadi bhi karunga, or tumhe bhi nahi chorunga." He leaned down, his voice now dangerously low, looking right into her eyes.

"Jao nahi deta talaq main!" He mocked backing away abruptly from her ,now facing his back. "Or iske baad if you will go against me to tumhe pata hai anjaam kya hoga?" He turn around facing her again with evil smirk and paused reading her face expression which is still red in anger making her look so irresistible. "Aaj ghr walo or Rubina phuphu ne tum pr ungali uthai hai kal ko pura muashara ungali uthaega. Fir kya krogi? Kyunki azad to main tumhe karne nahi wala, or duniya ko hamare rishte ki haqiqat pata nahi hai..to ye luka chupi ka khel Haami k sath bina kisi rishte k kabtak continue rakhogi haa?"

He teased faking sympathy making her feel disgusted by her expression he knew he got her where he wanted. He was feeling victoriously. But he forgets everytime it doesn't stay for too long around her, she really have got a sharp tongue.

"Mujhe koi parwaah nahi!"

She declared boldly with dangerous smile taking him off guard. He raised his brows amusement leaning more closer to her in a relaxing position waiting for her to continue.

"Sahi kaha apne, behtar hi hai k hamare rishte k bare me koi nahi janta." She smirked and he frowned. "Kyunki aap jaise buzdil mard ki biwi kehlane se behtar hai main duniya ki nazar me Haami ki mashuka ban k zindagi guzar lu. Vo mujhe pasand karta hai mujhse shadi karna chahta hai. Usme himmat to hai. "

She has the audacity to mock him on his face and compare him to another man. His male ego is now bruised and nothing can calm it down except Haami's blood. The woman in front him; who also happens to be his wife called him fainthearted. She is asking more than necessary. First she challenge to go against him then disrespecting him in every way. As her husband, as the Nawab of this Haveli and as man. This girl has more in her than she let it out.

"Mahiirraaa!" He gritted out, his eyes turning murderous, nose flaring. His hand now around her throat choking her. She was having tough time breathing but the effect her words have on him is satisfying to her soul and she smiled even in such discomfort.

"Main mar jaunga Mahira pr tumhe kisi or ka hone nahi dunga. Chahe buzdil hi sahi, pr rahogi sirf meri tum. Sirf Zayan ki Mahira."

The passion, possessiveness and desperation in his eyes and voice was too strong that it wasn't even hidden from Mahira. How she dreamed of him having such emotion for her in his eyes. The realization and fear of losing her. Unfortunately, it won't help her to mend her faith in her love again as long as there will be a another woman between them. And it was all took Mahi to break down.

"Ab bas thak chuki hu main!"

She yelled pushing him away , a lone tear finally slipped down from her eyes, that she has been holding since she cried last time hearing about his alliance to Muskaan. She had enough of everything. That's enough while he stared her dumbfounded.

"Ek aurat sab kuch bardasht kar sakti hai, lekin uske izzati e nafz ko baar baar rounda jaye, he hargiz bardasht nahi karegi!" She glared at him. All the emotions, anger, hurt frustration she has been hiding now pooling in her eyes which was overwhelming Zayan.

"Kabtak? Akhir kabtak yu zamane se chup k apki biwi ban k rahungi. Is naam k rishte me ghut ghut k jeene se behtar hai ye rishta se hm dono aazad ho jaye. I feel like your little dirty secret. Allah maaf karey in Haveli walo ko, pr kabhi ye mujhe apki 'behen' bnate hai to kabhi cousin. Biwi hu apki, pr mujhe apko salam karne ka bhi haq nahi hai is haveli me. To behtar hoga is rishte ko khtm kar de!"