The time when Hooriya left that room. It was already dark outside but the lights on the yacht were enough to make the surroundings bright. She noticed the sparkling lights on the shore. They were heading back.She walked to the bow and stood on the edge of it gazing ahead. Breathing in deeply she felt the cold breeze as it caressed her skin. It felt beautiful as if she was flying.Her head was aching because of all the crying she did in the past hours. She was unaware that Hamza could see her from the control room.He was entranced by her beauty. She looked like a fallen angel from heaven.How he wished to keep her all to himself. Hidden away from this world but that was not how it works. It was her choice if she wants him or not and he'll respect her decision no matter what. Though it would gut him if she agrees to marry Salaar, then it must be his fate and he just simply can't force her.The car was already waiting for them at the port. He told the driver to leave as he opened the p
Salaar walked to the terrace as he sighed staring ahead at the sky. He had lied to Hooriya about that girl and falling in love at first sight. This wasn't the case. There were a few reasons why he backed off. As a man he could easily tell that Hamza liked Hooriya immensely, maybe he hadn't realized it himself but it was written in his eyes whenever her name was mentioned. Hooriya on the other hand didn't seem to like him, it wasn't that she liked Salaar but it was obvious she would've chosen Salaar over Hamza because she was scared of Hamza because of everything he did when she was his captive but Hooriya didn't know that she was in that place because of Salaar in the first place and if she ever found out in the future then what would be left in their relationship even if they got married.She would feel betrayed. Yes, Salaar knows that Hooriya was a good girl and would make an amazing wife one day but he wasn't passionate about her like Hamza.As a man he knows, he knows that Hamza
"I'm not talking to you, leave," Batool said sternly and Hamza smiled as he walked into his mother's room.Without saying a word he walked to the side of the bed and crouched down on the floor. He didn't say anything else and simply placed his head on his mother's lap."Ami (mom) my head is paining," He said in a muffled voice and Batool's soft elder hands immediately touched his head as she started to massage his temple."Here? Did you take a painkiller?" She asked while massaging his head. His smile broadened. "Ami? (Mom)?" He whispered."G mere bachay? (Yes, my son)?" His mother asked."I'm kidding. My head is fine." He grinned moving back and Batool glared at him.Grabbing his ear she twisted it. "Oww. Owww. Ami (mom)," He whined in pain like a kid as Batool scolded him for coming home late in the past few days.He explained to her about his deal with Mr. Waqas Siddiqui and how he was working on it. Though he was just an investor, he couldn't stop himself from participating in a
As soon as Hamza had agreed to get married, Batool thought of visiting Shiza because that girl had strictly told Batool that she would help her in finding a girl for Hamza. Shiza was a good girl. Batool would've loved to take her as her daughter-in-law but both Shiza and Hamza already consider themselves as siblings. Hamza looks after her. Even once he told Batool that Shiza was just like his younger sister whom he always wanted because Hafsa was older and a little distant from him.Batool stared at Hooriya. The girl seemed nervous. Even Batool was nervous. She just hopes Hamza likes her. Because if Hamza agrees only then Batool can ask for Hooriya's hand in marriage for Hamza. What if she asks for Hooriya's hand now and later Hamza declines? That would not be acceptable.Batool was so happy when Hamza agreed to the marriage. It was like her dream had come true. Hamza was beyond confused and shocked. What was his mother doing at Salaar's place and why did she call him to come there?
Everything was happening so fast. His mom has already fixed the date of the wedding. He'll be married in the next fifteen days.Hamza had requested his mom to keep the wedding private with close family and friends. Though he hadn't told his mom. But because of the vipers, he needs to take good security measures.His mom was busy with preparations. Hafsa showed no interest as she barely left her room.Batool has strictly warned Hamza not to visit Hooriya or to see her before the wedding. Though he wasn't going to see her. When you put restrictions on something, that thing becomes a lot more alluring.Hooriya was in her room as Shiza showed her dresses after dresses online. Shiza had already ordered four dresses for her which she could wear after the wedding as she would be a newlywed bride.Hamza was taking care of all the expenses. When Shiza left, Hooriya sighed. She couldn't help but think about her parents.How things would've been if she had parents.Thankfully, Hooriya has Shiza
She couldn't sleep the whole night. She kept tossing and turning. Whenever she tried to close her eyes his obsidian eyes would flash in her head and she couldn't help but think about him, just like that the whole night passed with open eyes.The next morning Shiza was there at the door banging like a crazy buffoon. Hooriya groggily got out of the bed as she padded to the door and unlocked it, she barely even opened the door before the energetic girl was barging into the room."Girl. It's your wedding tonight." Shiza chirped happily as Hooriya rubbed her eyes to get rid of the tiredness. Grabbing her shoulders Shiza gave her a rough yank. "Wake up, sleepy head. Good morning, bride. Hooriya. Hooriya. Say something. Hooriya." Hooriya's eyes were wide now with all the rough rattling as she stared at Shiza weirdly."You look like a crazy person," Hooriya murmured lazily."AHhhhhhh!" Shiza let out a shrill squeal which caused Hooriya to flinch back badly as she covered her ears to save h
The ride back to his mansion was silent. Hooriya was all teary-eyed after saying her goodbyes to Shiza and Salaar. Shiza was crying too but she threatened Hooriya not to cry as it would ruin her makeup.Hamza helped her into the car as he took the driver's seat. Soft music played in the car and there was a smell of roses surrounding them even in the car."Don't worry, I'll drop you at Shiza's place as many times as you want," He said gently and she sniffed.She was tempted to ask him if he would let her live at Shiza's place two to three days a week but she didn't utter those stupid words. He would only think that she had lost her mind."We are here," He said and she raised her eyes to look at the huge gates that opened as he drove into the private property. There were acres of land and in the midst of it was a huge Royal looking mansion. Her jaw might be on the floor where her feet were because she was too stunned and awestruck.Did she marry the king or some sort of a royal person?
He moved back as he let go of her hands. She noticed he took out his phone and clicked her picture. She looked up at him startled with cherry lips slightly parted as he clicked another picture.He didn't say anything about why he took her pictures. "You can change if you want," He said and she gave him a quick nod, still confused.Hamza got off the bed as he walked to the walk-in closet and grabbed his nightwear and trekked into the ensuite bathroom.Hooriya sat on the edge of the bed as she began to undo the pins on her head.A few minutes later the door opened and her eyes whipped up in his direction. He was wearing sweats with a loose t-shirt.He looked at her and she immediately dropped her gaze. This was the first time she saw him in such clothes.He walked up to her. His hair was slightly wet as if he had taken a shower and here she hadn't even gotten rid of all the pins in her veil and hair.She was mercilessly pulling at the pin when her hands halted feeling his warm palms hov