•||Ch5: Unplanned but Destined||•

||Sania POV|

I looked at the people who was going to tell us about our punishment for the thing which we both didn't do. I rolled my dupatta on fingers in nervousness.

There were five people who was going to tell us the punishment. They were murmuring the decision with each other then the one of them who were the main judge said looking at us, "We decided to kick both of you out of this village. Never try to come back here ever," then he turned to the villagers, "Anyone there have any problem with our decision?"

I sighed in relief because it was not even a punishment. I was already going to leave of this village but soon my relief vanished when the villagers started shouting, "We don't like this decision. What impact it leave on our kids do you know. They both did a sin which punishment is to kill them or marry them."

I looked at them with wide eyes and opened mouth. They were all out of their mind. Who were they to decide this? I clenched my fist and turned to look at him who was looking at everyone bewildered.

He looked back at me with the same panic look as me. They all started making decision again then turned to both of us, "You both have a choice die or either marry with each other." I looked back at him whose name I still didn't know.

We both looked at each other with wide eyes. He turned back to them and said, "When we both didn't do anything so what's this punishment for?"

"Every person say this after doing the sin which you both did," one of the villager yelled. "We all saw you both literally on each other," other villager yelled.

I didn't want them to kill me because I wanted to save all the women of my village and I also not wanted them to kill him. He again opened his mouth but the main judge again spoke, "Either marry or die?"

I swallowed my pride and looked down and mumbled that guy, "If we both want to get out of this mess then we have to do this." He clenched his hands and whispered, "I guess," He sighed and said in loud voice, "OK we will marry then."

I looked down at my dress in nervousness and thought why did we agree to marry each other. I never thought of marrying anyone and most importantly like this but I had to do this for every women sake if I wanted to get out of this village.

They decorated me like this was some kind of real and serious Nikkah. Did they think that he will take me with him to his house? I knew he was going to leave me after this Nikkah on the highway.

I sighed looking at myself in the mirror. I hated this all things. I hated this white dress and red dupatta. Few ladies entered in the small room and covered my face with red dupatta.

They all took me out of the room to the small living room. I sat on the chair and looked down at my lap. My hands were trembling and I was constantly rubbing my hands together.

When Imam sahab entered and asked first time if I accepted him or not whose name was Zain. My mouth was dried and no word was getting out of my mouth.

When the Imam sahab asked second time, it was like the time stopped and my ears were ringing with the words of villagers,

"Either marry or die."

I had to do this if I had to get out this village alive. When Imam sahab asked third time I opened my mouth after taking a deep breath, "Qabool hai." After accepting him as my husband they gave me Nikkah papers for my signature.

I picked the pen but it fell from my hands. I picked the pen again with trembling hands and quickly signed my fate. I closed my eyes tightly after signing on the Nikkah certificate.

The ladies took me back to the small room and went out. Few young girls were standing there and one of them whispered, "Hey, come and listen what your husband would be going to answer and see how hot, handsome and dashing he is looking."

I clenched my fists after hearing and felt something in my heart when they called him handsome and dashing.

Stupid it's called jealousy. My inner voice said.

What the hell was this all? Why did I feel this? He was going to leave me somewhere and here I was feeling jealousy.

It's OK. Now you are his wife. It's natural for you to feel because he is going to be your husband. Again my inner voice said.

They all were looking out of the door quietly. I slowly stood up and stood beside them. I tried to look at him then my gaze fell on him who was looking incredibly handsome. A smile came on my lips by looking at him.

When imam sahab asked his answer, I noticed him getting tensed like me but he answered in calm voice three times. I looked at him who was sitting there in the living room and signing on the Nikkah papers.

I looked down at his hand with which he held pen. His hand was not trembling a little bit like mine was trembling when I signed.

Finally they left us alone and now we both were standing beside each other in silence. We both were looking everywhere but not at each other. I was fidgeting with my red dupatta which was now draping around my shoulders.

He slowly turned around and looked at me. He sighed and said rubbing his neck nervously, "Happy married?" It was more like a question. I chuckled but quickly remember he was a man and men are all same.

Before he said something I opened my mouth and rambled, "See I know this Nikkah meant nothing to you and I have no problem with it. I completely understand that you don't want me as your wife. You can leave me at--,"

He put his finger on my lips making my eyes went wide and said looking at my eyes, "Shut up before I shut you with something else," on the last words his eyes went on my lips which made my eyes went more wider if that possible.

I tried to swallowed and looked at him in nervousness. "See, I am not that type of men who married with any girl and leave them behind. You are in my Nikkah and I wont leave you now till your name is attached with my name. We can think about it after reaching home," he said.

I looked at him in his eyes and felt blood rushed to my cheeks because of his closeness. Our faces were two inch away from each other and seeing this, my heart was like dancing? I didn't know what was my heart doing in my chest.

I looked at him then down at his finger which was still on my lips. His eyes also fell on my lips and something fleshed from his eyes. He quickly removed his finger and looked away awkwardly.

I looked down and then slowly registering what he said. "Home?" I mumbled still looking down. "Yes home," he said and grabbed my hand. His touch was not rough or hard like abba or anyone in my village instead it was soft, warm, and made me feel safe.

He pulled me with him gently to a car. He opened the door of the car for me but I was scared to sit inside it. I looked at him with wide eyes and said, "I.. I never.. ride in this thing before... and.. I.. am.. a.. lit...lit--," "Little scared?" I nodded my head looking down in embarrassment.

I looked up at him then quickly down. "Have you ever ride in it?" he asked softly. I shook my head still in embarrassment. He lifted my face up with his index finger and he said, "Sit inside. There is no need to scared of it because I am there with you." I gulped and jumped in the car.

He sat beside me and said, "Hold my hand if you are uncomfortable." I looked at his hand which he held in front of me and put my hand in his hand slowly and hesitantly. He intertwined our hands and squeezed it gently. My hand was perfectly fitting in his hand. His hand was warm and soft instead of rough and hard and it was giving me feelings like I was safe in his hold. It was like our hands was made for each other to hold.

"Buckle your seatbelt," He said and I looked at him in confusion. He looked at me and moved near me. I looked at him with wide eyes as he moved his hands forward near the window. My heart was beating so fast that I could easily heared it. He looked directly in my eyes and pulled seatbelt and buckled it. He slowly moved back and I felt my cheeks turning red.

He smirked when he noticed my cheeks. He started the car with a smile and squeezed my hand again when I was getting tensed. "There is no need to be tensed." he said in soft voice. I hummed looking at our hands and was confused on his behavior with me. Why was he behaving so nice with me?