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The house was abuzz with excitement the next day, alive with the cheerful chaos of preparations for the haldi ceremony. Everywhere, people were bustling around, completing last-minute tasks for the big day ahead. Noor sat quietly in her room, a serene presence amidst the frenzy. The vibrant yellow of her dress glowed, reflecting her inner joy, and the color only enhanced the natural radiance of her skin. Her beauty was undeniable—ethereal and timeless. She sat in front of the mirror, lost in thought, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of her dupatta.
Mishal had just stepped out, mentioning she had some errands to attend to. Without her chatter, the room seemed quieter. Ayaan and Hoor were nowhere to be seen, likely caught up in the excitement elsewhere in the house. Left alone, Noor allowed herself to sink into a dreamy daze, her thoughts wandering to the man who had captured her heart.
It was hard to believe that after everything, she was finally going to be with Shahzain—the love of her life. A warm flush spread through her chest at the thought. Her heart swelled with a mix of anticipation and happiness. The past seemed like a distant memory, and the future now held the promise of love, companionship, and a lifetime with him.
The soft creak of the door broke her reverie. Noor turned quickly, startled. Shahzain stood at the threshold, his tall, commanding frame filling the doorway with an effortless presence. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.
“Aap!” she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a mix of surprise and panic. Her eyes darted to the door he had just closed and locked behind him.
“What if someone sees you?” she asked hurriedly, but her words were left hanging as Shahzain crossed the room with purposeful strides, his dark eyes fixed solely on her.
Before Noor could say another word, he wrapped her in his arms. His embrace was firm, almost desperate, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he let go. He held her close, his broad chest pressed against her, and his chin rested protectively atop her head. His arms encircled her with a kind of possessiveness that spoke of the depth of his feelings. Noor felt herself melting into his warmth, her small frame fitting perfectly against his.
The difference in their sizes was striking. She was petite and delicate compared to the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his frame. Yet, in his embrace, she felt safe, cherished—like she belonged. Slowly, her hands came up to rest on his back, hesitant at first, but soon settling as comfort replaced her initial surprise.
“Shahzain…” she began softly, but he silenced her with a gentle kiss pressed to her forehead. The touch was light yet lingering, filled with tenderness and unspoken emotions. Noor closed her eyes, her lashes brushing her cheeks as a contented sigh escaped her lips.
