Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Silent tears escaping from her eye as her petite frame shook with small hiccups.

Dua had to hold her hand and that was when she was able to sign those papers.

She looked exotic. Out of this world. His eyes keenly followed every action of her.

He was too busy in observing her and he didn't even realize when the same question was asked from him. His heart skipped a beat as his chest tightened.

He was going to marry.

Atlast...

He never expected the day like this would come.

He never cared about women.

He never expected to have a life partner in his life.

He always thought the womankind were alike. He was allergic to them. He never trusted them.

They all were same.

Backstabber.

Gold-diggers.

Selfish.

But meeting her had the roots of his ideology shake.

He was aware the people she loved and cared for, she could go to any extent to save them.

He liked the way she walked. Talked. Looked. Appeared.

And in that moment he knew wanted her as his wife.

He can't live without her....

While staring at her, the three words of acceptance had slipped from his mouth and the papers were passed towards him. He signed those right away. Confidently. As he always had been. And the nikkah was concluded as everyone rose their hands for the prosperity of the new couple.

The curtain of flowers was separated and he stood up, ready to see his wife.

He inched closer towards her before forwarding his hand and she took it, making her stand. His fingers eagerly removed the veil so he could see her face.

Breathless.

He became breathless for a second when his eyes fell on her for the very first time since she became his wife. Holding her face with both his hands, he kissed her forehead, letting the kiss linger until the fast beating of his heart would subside.

He knew something changed within him when he said those words. Those three words of acceptance held such a power, he had no idea. He felt overwhelmed.

This lady now solely belonged to him. His only. And everything was official between them.

She was his.

His, finally.

Completely.

In all senses.

Once his heartbeat subsided, he backed away. Her eyes were still staring down at the floor.

"Look at me, jaan," he whispered, knowing until he wouldn't ask her to look up at him, she won't.

Her heart clenched at the endearing he used. And the way he whispered it, was making her knees weak.

All she felt was dominance from him.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes. Her struggle evident given the times she had to flash her eyes down before looking up at him completely.

He held both her hands and let them rest on his shoulders as he circled her waist with both his arms and pulled her closer to him, earning hooting and claps from the audience. People smiling and cheering at the newly wed couple.

"What took you so long to sign those papers?" he asked, not above a whispery mutter. She shivered and looked down. Her hands which rested on her shoulders, rolled into fists.

She just shook her head, suddenly not finding her voice.

"Did I just say to look at me, little lady?" He said but was already proceeding to grasp her chin and bobbed her head up. Their eyes colliding and a smirk cam up on  his lips.

He slowly tilted his head, as his thumb grasped her chin and claimed her lips infront of everyone.

Every eye was staring at them with surprise.

It wasn't a usual practice in the culture to openly kiss the bride but it was Shehryaar.

He never cared.

His lips slowly moved against hers and she went red. She was aware every eyes was on them and this much attention was enough to unnerve her but on the top of it, the kiss made her shuddering intensified. She stealthily released her lips from his grasp and uttered,"Shehryaar sad dekh rhai hain," against

(Shehryaar everyone is watching)

He didn't let her be away for a long time as he whispered, "do I look like I care?" and proceeded to take her lips again as their breaths mingled but this time with more ferocity so everyone would know who she belongs to.

Pulling back, he spoke against the seam of her lips while his eyes bored in hers, "all mine. You're all mine,"

Sheharzaad gave a reluctant nod to him as he proceeded to clean her tears and afterwards enveloped her in a hug.

....

The music was in full swing as Haseeb was giving his signature dance performance, similar to the one he did at Irtaza's wedding as the other haveli members were checking up on the guests.

The eyes were struck on the new couple and people couldn't help admire them given how elegant they look together.

Dua was sitting alone on one of the sofas, staring Haseeb's dance from a distance. He was a good dancer. His steps collided with the music.

She was still trying to figure out of escaping this marriage with Haseeb. She felt all the pressure was on her. She tried to persuade Haseeb that day in convincing Shehryaar to change his decision but Haseeb showed a cold shoulder rather. He said that the elder's decision is the best decision and we must follow it.

Dua was still in an awe that how Haseeb so easily accepted it and was not even protesting along with her.

She had went scaredly to Shehryaar's study that room. And started her manipulation with a long introductory paragraph while her elder brother was staring at her with hawk like grey eyes. She atlast reached the point she came to discuss with him not before drinking three glasses of water in the middle of her long speech. She knew how bad her brother could get and she did not want to see his bad side.

And his response was a straight denial to her request. She tried to insist but he just glared at her with his grey eyes that had her paled and she ran away from his office.

Hence, she failed in convincing him.

And now was still figuring out the ways to escape this marriage when suddenly a girl came and stood infront her. A small smile sprawled on Dua's lips as she recognized her and stood up to greet her.

"Oh Hamna, Assalam alaikum," Dua greeted, giving her a hug, "at last you came?"

"Was an honour to be at 'Sir' Shehryaar's wedding. And how come I couldn't come when my dear friend invited me," Hamna greeted, pressing at the word, 'sir' "and sir is very kinky that's why I called him, 'sir' If you know you know,"

Dua just smiled. "Thank you. Please sit and oh I don't know that sir was....eh kinky," she offered her a seat and sat beside Hamna.

"What would you have?" Dua asked her, "juice or something?"

Hamna was a friend she had gotten acquainted with at his brother's office. Dua didn't want to invite her but she texted her and asked Dua herself that, 'won't you invite me at your brother's wedding?'

And out of courtesy, Dua couldn't deny so she invited her. She was just a mere acquaintance who had once helped Dua which got them both along but not too close.

"Red wine," Hamna responded and the drink was served to her as Dua ordered the waiter, "I drank this when I hooked up with him," Hamna pointed towards Shehryaar who was sitting with Sheharzaad, as she took a gulp of the liquid, "he made me a drunkard,"

"Oh god. Don't take it so seriously. It's something so trivial for him," Dua commented.

"You know of his activities?"

"Very much. Cause I used to come to stay at his house,"

Hamna smirked, looking at Shehryaar, "I had been passing him passes. He is so hot, sexy. It was hard for me to control my hormones around him. He never responded to the signal until I offered myself to him,"

"Guess, you need to come out of your fantasy bubble now. He is married,"

"Maybe he can still keep me," Hamna winked at Dua and she rolled her eyes.

"I don't think so. He loves her," Dua looked over them, "or maybe if not love, he admires her or like her so much because it was the first time he had introduced a girl to his family and expressed his gratitude, as in, gave his consent to my dadi (Grandmother) that he wanted to marry,"

"So she is special?"

"Very. Very much for him. This is what I think,"

"Maybe you think wrong," Hamna contended.

"Maybe. So how's office going?" Dua asked her, trying to change the topic.

"Hectic. Busy with the new project," Hamna told and then her eyes landed on Sheharzaad again, "at last she got married to him," Hamna said, coming back to the topic again, reminding herself of the reason she came here.

Dua could see envy in her eyes.

"She is a nice girl," Dua commented.

"I told you, Dua. She stole my secretary's post. I don't know what must she'd have said to your brother for him to change her with me,"

"Get over with it, Hamna. Let bygones be bygones. And upon your insistence, I threatened her too when she came to haveli. I know people. She is a really nice girl,"

"She must have acted so innocent. That I know. And I will let it go. But I'm still unable to understand how he can marry her? Wasn't he aware of her relationship with Hannan? This nice girl, as you put in, isn't so nice,"

"Hannan?" Dua frowned, "which Hannan?"

"Hannan Ali. I saw her one day coming out of his office, looking left and right as if you know she did something in the office. Nervous and anxious," Hamna added, "cleaning her mouth and I knew she must have had his thing in her mouth," she gave out an evil laugh.

Dua found her heart beating rapidly.

"Their relationship was famous. We all knew she was dating Hannan meanwhile she had wrapped sir Shehryaar around her pinky finger," Hamna said, adding fuel to the fire, making up stories. The jealousy she had for Sheharzaad evident in her eyes.

Dua closed her eyes tightly.

"She is one slut," Hamna kept on blabbering about Sheharaad but Dua couldn't hear anything. A deafening silence coming over her.

When she looked back at Hamna, she was still talking, "She must have whored around him. You don't even know the type of clothes she used to wear. Deep neck lines and despite having her office she was at his office all the time. I was like, fuck man, what was she trying to do. At one hand it was Hannan whom she was fucking and I even saw it and on the other hand-"

"Shut up," Dua said.

Hamna's face registered shock, "what? I'm just telling the truth,"

"Get out," Dua uttered in the lethalest of ways.

Hamna's mouth hung open.

"What happened to you, Dua? I know she had fucked Hannan,"

Dua suddenly stood up. "Bitch! You always wanted to be friends with me and you think I won't know! I won't what a cunning slut  you are to create such bizzare stories. You think I will believe you? And you think I won't know of what you know and what you don't,"

"I told you as a friend," Hama tried explaining as she placed the glass of wine on the table and stood up as well.

"Shut the hell up,"

Dua's tone didn't settle well with her.

"You-" Hamna raised her finger to bite back at her.

"Don't you fucking dare," she warned, "I swear, don't you dare to say a word to me while you stand in my property,"

"You think I won't know that you were fucking Hannan as well? You were his little slut. You think I won't know, bitch!" Hamna suddenly bit back and Dua slapped her as another tear fell from her eye.

"You knew it and now you're rubbing it on my face," Dua gritted to her, "see what I do to you," As another tear released from me.