My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat quick. Haiders strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger.
A white ring with small Diamonds.
A holy Bond which was meant to be cherish...
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Zaras POV
Faiza placed the blue colored dupatta with golden embroidery on my head. Letting a few wisps of my brown hair frame my face, she stepped back and gave me a sad smile.
"You look beautiful Zara."
Zara gave her friend a small smile, she swallowed down a sob and wiped her eyes free of the tears.
"Are you sure this is the right decision, we still have time.."
Zara stood up and nodded, "Yes Faiza I am sure about my decision Ammi and Abbu have never failed me and I trust them with my life."
Faiza gave her friend a small hug and squeezed her hand. Just then the door opened and Zaras Ammi stepped inside her room. She hugged her daughter and gave her a small smile.
"Zara Beta you look beautiful, I am so proud of you." Zara wiped her Ammis tears away with a thumb.
"Ammi come on don't cry or else you will ruin your makeup." Her Ammi laughed and helped her walk towards the living room where her soon to be fiance was waiting with his parents. Zaras Ammi and Faiza helped her to sit down on the loveseat. She looked up from the corner of her and was met by her fiance's eyes who was also glancing at Zara
"Mashallah, my daughter-in-law looks beautiful, right Farhan." Aunty Mavish smirked at her son, who looked at the floor in an attempt to hide his blush.
Loud laughter echoed throughout the living room. Zara starred down at her ring finger, that was know decorated with a diamond ring and swallowed down the sob, she starred at her Abbus face who looked so happy and smiled.
I will do everything to keep that smile on your face Abbu.
The next morning
It was the morning after my engagement, after fixing the nikkah date that would take place in four weeks. Ammi told me to go on a shopping trip with Faiza and find a wedding dress. I tried to protest that it was too early to shop for a dress but my dear Ammi was not listening.
But luck was not my side, because Faiza called in the last moment and asked me if we could postpone the shopping trip.
I sighed and walked through the busy streets of Islamabad, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I had walked far away from the busy streets. I gulped down and adjusted my dupatta on my head and tried to find my way back to the main street.
I looked further up the streets and saw two figures who were heading my way. I quickly averted my gaze and prayed Aytal-kursi. They started to get closer and closer, my heart was beating faster and I tried to swallow my fear.
"Well, who do we have here." The dark-eyed man looked me over slowly from top to toe. I am too terrified to look at him.
"What's your name sweet pie?" They were coming closer and I kept walking back until my back collided with the wall.
"Pl-ea-se, on t-he name o-f Al-lah st-ay aw-ay." They laughed at my shutter and one of them grabbed my wrist.
"But sweetheart Allah has sent you to us how can we ignore his gift." I flinched at his tone and tried to free myself, but his grip tightened and I let out a sob. I let of a scream as the second men, ripped my dupatta.
"Someone help me !" I screamed while pushing him away and trying to free my hands. I let out a scream when the men tried to kiss my neck.
Just then a gunshot was heard and the men who tried to kiss my neck was lying on the floor as blood streamed from his wound.
I slid down the wall and watched as the second men who tried to harm me was being beaten up by a man who was wearing an expensive suit. He was tall and built like a bull, the men who tried to molest me was shaking and his head hung at a strange angle.
He was dead.
I looked up and was met with green eyes, my savior was a killer.
"We meet again."
Was the last thing I heard as darkness fully consumed me.
