"You're going, Hooriya?" Batool asked as Hooriya nodded her head and made her way to Batool who hugged her lightly and gave a kiss on her forehead."Study hard my daughter. May you get great success," Batool said lovingly and Hooriya smiled, kissing the back of her hand.She made her way out where Akram was waiting for her along with the driver.Akram opened the door for her as she got into the car and thanked him. "He will drop you inside the university and will pick you up at the exact time. He will be there before your last class ends." Akram assured her as she bobbed her head, being grateful.She reached the University on time and she met Shiza at the entrance. Shiza was waiting for her. Both the girls have been in contact through the phone. They talk nonstop for hours on the calls.Shiza pulled Hooriya in a tight hug, making her chuckle. "Miss me?" Hooriya asked while wiggling her brows just the way Shiza often did."So much," Shiza chirped as they walked inside."When is Hamza b
Hooriya settled down on the couch. She has made up her mind that she would sleep on the couch. Hamza told Batool that he had returned just as his work finished there. And he looked really tired. He needed a lot of rest.She knew once he found her awake he would threaten her to sleep on the bed so she lay down on the couch and waited for him to come back. She was small so she was comfortable even on the couch.Within a few minutes, she heard footsteps and the door opened. She abruptly shut her eyes and normalized her breathing pretending to be asleep.She felt his presence in the room. And then she heard the door closing. He was in the restroom. She peeked at the door and sighed. She just hoped he would sleep on the bed without creating a ruckus.He was back and then she felt his eyes on her. She knew he was close. Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his arms snaking under her as he picked her up in a bridal style."W...what are you doing?" She stammered, placing her hand on h
"I don't know. Why don't you go with Salaar?" Hooriya asked her friend who was panicking for no reason at all. She had to go out with Farhan on Saturday and according to her she had nothing to wear but that wasn't the case. Shiza had many dresses to choose from. It was the nervousness making her all anxious and jittery."I need you, Hooriya. You're my sister from another mother, never forget that. It's been more than a month since you got married and not once you came back to me. So mean of you and now when I need you you're telling me to go with Salaar who would kill Farhan if he gotta know I'm going out with him," Shiza's voice became high-pitched in the end as Hooriya had to push the phone away from her ear so her eardrums won't burst."Calm down, Shiza," Hooriya said and Shiza inhaled deeply."Are you coming or not?" Shiza asked threateningly."I'll pick you up by 4," Hooriya said. "Seeeeee. Didn't I tell you how sweet you are? I'll be waiting." Shiza beamed as she cut the call a
Hooriya took her time getting ready. She wore the red dress that she bought with Shiza. The neckline was deep so she covered herself properly with a veil.Hooriya applied mascara and stared at the red lipstick for a second too long before she decided to apply it. Her cheeks were naturally rosy as she combed her wavy dark brown locks as they cascaded down her back. Contemplating once again she applied kohl to her eyes. She looked pretty and it was kind of obvious she had put the effort into getting ready tonight.There was no such occasion and nothing. She just felt like getting ready and looking pretty. For Hamza.The voice inside her head spoke and she instantly shook her head. It wasn't like that. She bought the dress so she was wearing it as simple as that.Of course, the voice mused as Hooriya rolled her eyes at herself and left the room.She helped the staff in cooking dinner and setting the table.Aunt Batool came and a wide smile graced her lips as she stared at Hooriya. "Mash
Hamza canceled the plane tickets because of security issues and told Batool that he would be going to the Maldives on his private jet. Hooriya's jaw slacked when she find out he owns a private jet. She knows he was rich but this was an extreme level of richness, though she kept her surprise to herself.She had packed their bags and guess what Shiza the queen showed up that day when she was packing. Hooriya had told her about their honeymoon trip and she straight on came to the mansion with Salaar. Both the siblings greeted Batool who was so happy to see them as Salaar went to Hamza's study to discuss their business whereas Shiza joined Hooryia in packing. Shiza seemed a little tense in the mansion but with Hooriya she eased up.The time passed in a blur as the next day it was time for them to leave. They both said their goodbyes to Batool and Hafsa. Where Batool seemed happy for her son and daughter-in-law. Hafsa seemed annoyed for no reason.Hooriya was staring at the plane with big
They were roaming the streets. Everything was different there from people to their culture. It was new and exciting for Hooriya. She had walked on her own twice so now Hamza was holding her hand; their fingers intertwined as they walked side by side.Whenever she would stop at a stall or a shop to pick something up to look at it or just to see what it was, Hamza would be like, "do you like it?" And she'll be like, "yeah, but-" and he would be like, "pack it up," and she would look at him confused.They were at the seashells bracelet shop and Hooriya didn't touch anything. "What do you like?" He asked and she crossed her arms over her chest to regard him with a stern look. His brows furrowed and his shoulders slumped. "I did something wrong?" He asked almost sadly and she sighed.He was so cute!"I don't like wasting money. So as you're my husband I don't want you to waste money. And," Hamza's heart did a wild pitter-patter when she called him husband."We are not buying everything I t
"Emboodhu Finolhu Island." She drawled. Her greenish-brown orbs glittered with tremendous awe.This villa was so dreamily beautiful. It felt as if it was floating on the water. And the interior. She didn't want to step in there, thinking that she would dirty the place.Posh.Expensive.Heaven. That was what she could come up with after seeing the place where they would be spending a few days.It was obvious, it costs out of her thinking capacity. And the astonishing fact that Hamza had fifty percent of his investment in this resort served as the cherry on top of the cake of her surprises."Do you like it?" Her breath hitched at his sudden proximity. The warmth radiated off his chest as she gulped meekly."I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life," she retorted. Tucking a strand behind her ear just to seem busy.He hummed. The vibration of his chest sent rhythmic shivers down her body."Shall we have lunch?" He enquired and she timidly nodded.Her voice had betrayed her. She
Hamza was wide awake as he lay there with her in his arms. Last night was the best night of his life and there was no doubt about that. He never thought that intimacy could feel so beautiful. He tried his best to stay away from her knowing that she was a distraction. He had only one goal in his life and that was to become the Mafia king of the whole continent. He had his priorities set but then distraction was hurled into his life in the form of Hooriya.A ravishing little trembling pixie who was scared of him. The way she looked at him with her big anime eyes when he would threaten her. She was seductive and innocent at the same time and she didn't even know.He never knew that a distraction would rock the ground of its axis under his feet. She became his life. His goal. His dream. His everything. He couldn't even imagine living without her. Even the slightest thought of her leaving had such unbearable pain clutching his heart in its vicious grip that he didn't know how to make it g