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
Hooriya stirred in her sleep as the bright light on her eyelids woke her up. She groggily opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. As soon as the scent of roses wafted through her nose, she recalled the happenings.She was married.She was in Hamza's room.She looked to her left and the bed was empty. The sheets were neat and clean. She blinked slowly as she sat up properly. Her gaze instantly fell on the huge form of the man laying on the couch. She blinked at him. Half of his legs were hanging from the edge. He was just too big for the small couch.He looked so uncomfortable. She couldn't help but recall last night. That intimate moment in the closet and then him bringing food for her.She was hungry no doubt and they ate in calming silence. She was aware of how he kept glancing at her while she continued to stare at the bed worriedly.He was the one who said that he would sleep on the couch and she can take the bed. Her heart had done a wild pitter patter at his cons
5 years later. She whimpered, feeling something moving inside her. "Ahh," She moaned, feeling a pinch down there. A deep groan caused her eyes to blink open and her blurry gaze collided with the warm obsidian pools that were swarming with lust and need for her as he moved inside her. He thrusts hard making her back arch up as she grips his forearms tightly, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the moans. He kissed her neck as one of his hands fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple as he pounded in her hard and fast as they both came and he rocked her through their pleasure. He plopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, sweetheart," He rasped in his deep morning voice and she smiled covering her body with the sheets, and turned around to face him. It has been six years since their marriage and she still blushes and gets shy under his scrutiny. Hamza didn't know what he had done in his life to deserve her. "Good morning," She whispered, smiling
"H...Hamza," She whispered shyly. "I can do this, you don't have to." She said for the third time. "Just relax, Hoor, and let me do my work." He rasped. They both were in the bathtub naked. She was sitting between his legs as he gently massaged her shoulders and back. Giving kisses on her shoulders once in a while. The water was warm and soothing for her swollen and aching muscles. She stiffened feeling the baby kick. "Hamza, the baby is kicking," She said as he shifted hurriedly. His big warm hand landed on her full nine months pregnant belly as she guided his hand to the spot where she could feel the movement. A huge grin plastered on his lips as his eyes sparkled in joy and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Hoor," He called as she tilted her head to look at him. Grabbing her jaw he kissed her juicy lips. Her lips parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as she panted. His feathery kisses trailed down to her neck and then he
"Hooriya, staff could handle it," Batool said walking into the kitchen."I'm just checking, mom," Hooriya said. She has started calling Batool mom and Batool loves it.Today they have invited everyone over for dinner. A month has passed since Farhan and Salaar's wedding and things were going smoothly. Everyone was happy in their homes."They'll be here any minute. Go get ready," Batool pulled Hooriya out of the kitchen and sent her to her room.Hooriya took a quick shower and wore a new set of clothes as she blow-dried her hair and applied a baby pink lip color.She descended the stairs as Salaar and Haniya had already arrived. She greeted them as they sat in the lounge with Batool.Walking to the dining hall she called Hamza and he picked on the first call. Before she could say anything he was already speaking."I'm on my way, Hoor. On my way. Just ten more minutes and I'll be there. I promise I'll be there on time," He said hurriedly and she sighed."That'll be very considerate of y
Hooriya stared at the mirror as she set her lipstick. Wearing her earrings she twirled around and she looked perfect.Sitting on the couch she slipped into her heels and did the last touch-ups of her makeup. She turned to leave when the door opened only to reveal her husband.Hamza stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glided over her beautiful form draped in a maroon dress that complimented her skin."I don't want to get late, let's go." She mumbled walking over to him."How can you expect us not to be late when you look so ravishing," He grumbled blocking her way as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and jerked her to him.She yelped as her hands landed on his chest. He was wearing black Shalwar Kameez, the traditional wear and he looked so handsome that even she wanted to be a little late."And you look so handsome," She mused, looping her arms around his neck as the tip of her nails caressed his nape.His eyes darkened seeing the naughty look in her eyes.
For the first time in her life, she felt so good and free while dancing. Because the first time she was dancing with her heart.Abruptly her body collided with a hard chest. She lost her footing and was about to fall when steel-like arms wrapped around her waist and she was saved.Hooriya slowly opened her eyes panting heavily as she found obsidian hues peering down at her with an unadulterated need swarming in his eyes.She tried to move back but he didn't let go. Arching a brow at him she jerked back lightly and he loosened his hold as she slipped out of it and casually ambled into his room.Like a lost puppy, he was right behind her.His smoldering gaze roved her body from head to toe as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with raised brows.And next thing he was prowling towards her and before he could capture her she made a dash toward the bed and now they were on opposite sides of the bed."Come here, Hoor." He demanded and she cocked her brow at him."So now y
"What do you think about this?" Hooriya showed a bracelet to Shiza whose eyes sparkled looking at it. "Yes, this would look so good with my wedding dress," Shiza beamed as the staff showed them their latest designs. Hooriya, Shiza, Haniya, and Hafsa were out shopping. Karim along with four other bodyguards were at their back all the time.The girls were out shopping for the wedding.Batool talked with all of them and with Haniya's mother as they chose a perfect date for the wedding.Farhan and Salaar both of them would get married on the same day and the hype of it was too much. The whole Shah haveli (mansion) is buzzing and chirping in joy and happiness. Everyone was preparing for the wedding as only ten days were remaining before all the occasions started.Hamza and Waqas were a pain in the ass for Farhan and Salaar as per Batool's orders, they won't let both the guys meet their woman before the wedding."How's this one?" Haniya asked while showing a ring to the girls and they all
"Where are we going?" Hooriya asked for the third time but Hamza only smirked at her."You'll find out." He mused as she pouted at him.He returned home early from the office and asked her to get ready as they'll be having dinner outside. Hooriya excitedly got ready and wore a beautiful red dress that he bought for her. It was a beautiful maxi that reached her ankles.She did her light makeup. Batool praised her daughter-in-law as Hooriya and Hamza left. Hooriya instructed Akram to give Aunt Batool her dinner and medicines on time."I thought we were going out for dinner," She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at him."Are you hungry?" He asked."Very much," She said truthfully and he chuckled, making her peer at him.Leaning in closer to his side. She caressed his cheek with her fingertips sensually making him inhale sharply as his hold on the steering wheel tightened to the point his knuckles turned white."Hoor," There was a warning in his voice as he passed he
Hooriya wanted to help in the kitchen by washing the dishes but the staff didn't let her and even Batool came, scolding her not to do any work and they walked back into the lounge.Hamza, Hooriya, and Batool said their goodbyes to everyone as Salaar, Shiza, and Haniya left as Salaar would drop off Haniya. Farhan left on his sports bike.Hafsa told them that she was willing to give Waqas a chance and Batool was happy for her daughter. She had prayed so much for her kids to be happy again. Hamza, on the other hand, threatened Waqas that if anything happened to Hafsa or even if he made her cry let it be a single tear, Hamza would kill him, Waqas nodded at him though the threats were scary. He would keep Hafsa like a queen as they both left as well. Hafsa took a small duffle bag with her for now but Waqas insisted that he will buy everything new for her so she didn't need to take her stuff.Hooriya and Hamza spend some time with Batool in her room, Hooriya gives her her medicines as Hamza
"Let go," Hafsa gritted as she tried to free her wrist but Waqas's hold was strong, he didn't let her go. He walked out of the mansion into the backyard where no one was present."I said, let go of me," Hafsa demanded coldly as he finally let her go. And the very next second he stepped closer making her step back. She looked up glaring at him. He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily."What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her."Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest."I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious."You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent."I'm not you