Saisha, a 22-year-old medical student(intern), carries the scars of a traumatic past that made her believe love only inflicts pain.
Shazim, a 31-year-old businessman burdened by a complex history, holds onto revenge instead of love.
However, when...
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After our little fight, I left her in the beauty room to get ready. I went downstairs to check the arrangements. Everything was prepared. Saisha's worried words continuously echoed in my mind. I understand she wanted to discuss a way out, but I can't let her go. I have to marry her for the sake of my revenge. I have to make her mine and...
"Sir, your clothes are ready. You can change into them now," one of the maids said pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head and headed to my room. I entered the room and went into the washroom. I closed both washroom doors since it's connected to the beauty room as well, and I didn't want Saisha to walk in while I was showering.
I approached the shower area, which was still wet, reminding me of Saisha's wet hair. She must have showered before me. Pushing aside the image of her showering that popped up in my mind, I stepped into the area and turned on the shower.
The warm water soothed my nerves, but I couldn't stop thinking about everything that was going on. In the heat of the moment, I lied to threaten Saisha about the snipers on her family. I expected a girl who had a panic attack in my arms to be scared by my threats but she's more fierce than I expected. It won't be easy to make her mine. Just asking her to sign the marriage papers and saying "qabool hai" won't cut it. I need something stronger to intimidate her. While pondering over what to do about her, I stepped out of the shower, got dressed in a white sherwani with golden embroidery.
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I walked into the living room where the nikkah was supposed to take place. The room has white interior with elegant touches of gold. As I descended the stairs, there was a TV on my right. On the left side, there was a white sofa adorned with cushions in white, black, and gold. In front of the sofa, there was a golden table alongside were two chairs where a photographer and a moulvi were seated. They were here to help with pictures and the nikkah itself.
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