His Second Wife

His Bride.

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Barq was left stunned. He had a lot to think and take care off. With clenched jaw he was about to leave for the hospital when His mother held his wrist. "Barq what are you waiting for? The priest would be arriving soon, go ans change into your Nikka outfit" she says politely cupping his cheeks. He sighed at the weighted situation that was giving him hard time to swallow.

Without a singe word, he marched upstairs to his room. His daughter was already dolled up by Sophie in a white princess frock. She was pouting infront of the mirror applying lipstick. He couldn’t help but feel controlled under this situation.

Finding the whole room messy he couldn’t help but groan. "Amayra, what is this? Who in the world paints on the wall with lipstick?" He couldn’t help and outburst at her. She flinched and with wobbling lips ran to her Annie. Who was getting dolled up by the beauticians. By now she knew what mess she was pulled into.

Barq gritted His teeth. For being a jerk and shouting at his daughter. Grabbing the outfit he dashes into the bathroom not before slamming the door shut. Getting a quick shower he did dressed up. Calculating each step to be taken legally and smartly to not let his daughter being snatched randomly by a woman who claims to be a mother.

He sighed and massaged his head that was throbbing. A soft knock pulled him out of his room. The soft decoration from his room till the backyard garden made his breath hitched. His mother came smiling ear to ear. "When did you do this?" He asked surprisingly.

She lightly giggled and said, "when you were snoring last right!" She says being soo happy. Her eyes were saying it all.

Barq walked out towards the backyard as the Priest was already present there along with Hubaab. Hubaab's unlawful questions made him sulk. Barq couldn’t help but chuckled at his brother.

"Call the bride" the priest says being done with Hubaab.

"Here" said Sophie as she slides to right and Barq's breath hitched. Noya was stunned too. She was the bride. Great. Of course no fashion show was going on here. Her widened eyes says it all to Barq. Who couldn’t help but sighed her questioning gaze.

Barq took some calculative Steps towards her making her breathe hitched. She too gulped nervously.

"Mr. Barq don't tell me you are playing pranks on me? Do you?" She asked chuckling with some hesitation and nervousness.

"Nope, just marry me. Finish this off" He says in a small tone yet grumpy.
"What?" She questioned making faces.

"No time for such questions. I have things to care off" He said in pure dominance to which she flinched back a little.

"No, I am not marrying a man like you, who has all the time to scold me, but not to answer my questions!" She says crossing her arms near her chest. While his eyes darkened at her words.

"Noya, I swear. I have a lot of things to take care off, you are marrying me. That's all. Don’t force me to drag you to the priest will you?" He asked in soft yet most dangerous voice.

She gasped and glared at him. "You are bad!"

"I know, But I am good at bed. Trust me sweetheart" He says effortlessly and she gasped loudly gaining everyone's attention. The old grumpy priest scrubbed his nose and asked them to come back to their spot and start the Nikkah soon.

Noya was made sit infront of Barq. As she glares at him with tears. She was hating this man for a reason.

"Do you take Barq Ilhas as your husband?" The words seems to be echoing her ears. Her eyes casted down as tears slipped down. Barq clenched his jaw at her innocence he soo wanted to ruin it but she was too pure to be ruined.

Sophie caressed her head with motherly affection. "Yes" a small whisper was heard that carried weight. Only he could feel the insecurities, fears and her loud beating hearts.

"Do you take Noya As your wife?" "Yes" Barq was fast enough to answer and signed the papers. Noya was all numb. All were busy congratulating barq. And she was all alone. Little Amayra was the only one by her side.

Today she was missing a family. Her own family. Her parents, her siblings. She felt all alone. When a soft hand hand came in contact with her long thick tears. "No cry, annie, you have me" Amayra whispered softly.

Noya sniffed and hugged her closer to her heart. "I miss them" she cried holding the small figure in her arms. Amayra gripped her tightly as her life depends on her.

"Mom, I have some stuff to look after. Please take care of Amayra" Barq says as soon as his phone rang again.

"And your bride?" His mother asked with worried gaze.

"Take her to my room" He says feeling a new wave of sensation all across her heart.

Leaving his newly bride, he walked towards the porch. Noya too cared less to notice his departure.

Hubaab, with big smile hugged Noya and whispered in her ear, "plan successful, Sister in law" to which Noya gasped at his words. Sophie and Hubaab shared a wifi while Amayra giggled. Noya couldn’t help but sniff and glare at all of them.

"You are teamed up, against me"

"No, we teamed up to make you pair up!" Cheered Amayra giggling and running all around the house.

"I got a new mamma!!" Was her words that made Noya shivered at her new responsibilities.

Life was getting hard, but the ease was going to be summed up in line soon.

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