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
"What would you like to order?" Hamza asked, looking at her expectantly. They've been having breakfast at this restaurant. Hooriya ordered pancakes as Hamza ordered for himself.She was all shy and blushing every time their eyes met and she would immediately lower her gaze. Hamza on the other hand was smiling goofily at everything she says or does.They ate in calming silence and after that, they walked to the nearby market. She insisted that they had already done so much shopping but he wants her to buy more things for herself. If it was up to him he would buy jewels and precious things of the whole world for her.She noticed how he walked at a snail's pace beside her. She knew he was walking slowly for her because he knew she was still in a little bit of discomfort. And his behavior melted her heart into oblivion. She squeezed his hand as he glanced at her and she passed him a sweet smile.He felt the wild thump in his chest as he smiled back at her. Pulling her hand up, he lay a ki
"I missed you both so much," Batool said as she hugged Hooriya before Hamza and kissed Hooriya's forehead whereas Hamza stared at his mom a little taken aback. It was obvious Batool loves Hooriya but to such an extent that she would greet her daughter-in-law before her son but it melted his heart. If anything he wanted was for his mom to be happy with his wife."You are glowing my daughter," Batool beamed as she held Hooriya's forearms. Hooriya blushed, lowering her eyes.Hamza cleared his throat yet Batool was conversing with Hooriya. "Ami, (mom,) you forgot you have a son," Hamza groused and Batool's eyes snapped to him. She let out a chuckle before pulling her son down in a tight embrace as she kissed his forehead. He smiled lovingly at Batool and kissed the back of her hand just the way Hooriya did."You don't love me anymore," Hamza whined and Hooriya smirked at him. "Don't be jealous," Hooriya mused as Hamza scrutinized her, and Batool's eyes twinkled in joy as her wisdom-filled
Cold.Hooriya felt cold seeping into her body through her feet which were on something chilly yet she felt her body burning up in heat as if she was thrown in lava.She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt so heavy. There was a delay in her body's response to her nervous system. Her mind was working fast yet her body was taking too long.A groan of discomfort left her lips as she groggily opened her eyes. She want to scratch her neck, it was parched as if someone had rubbed it with sandpaper. She winced when she tried to move her hands but felt them immobile. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to her surrounding. Her brows furrowed when she was met with an unfamiliar place. It was dimly lit. She stared at the cold tiles under her bare feet. Where were her shoes? She blinked at the lounge and the place was unrecognizable, she didn't know where she was. Was it one of Hamza's penthouses or farmhouse? Her brows shot up when she saw a man sitting on the settee to her right at some d