Hayat Nazar, the only daughter of Hashmet and Mariyam, was practically living her dream. She couldn't have asked ALLAH for more. She was about to marry the love of her life Ahmar Shams. Everything was going fine until the wicked, notorious and cruel...
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H E L E T M E W I N
Hayat had bragged about her victory over Tayyab to Umar almost everyday ever since it happened. Umar had enjoyed it everytime, the way her eyes would lit up as she talked about her winning move against her husband was quite funny.
Her friendship with Umar had deepened. She wasn't scared of asking him anything because he was never offended. He was unknowingly giving her various information that she would often pass on to the rebels. Today, Umar had looked a bit distracted, more like excited and enthusiastic, "I have a tournament." He imparted while drinking water in their break time.
"What tournament?" Hayat wiped the sweat off her face. "It's a swordsmanship tournament where a few selected warriors try to defeat the best swordsman of Hudaan."
"Ahaaa! I see. You are petrified of the fact that you might have to give up on your title." Umar had guffawed at her remark. "No! No! I am actually excited but to defeat the best swordsman of Hudaan and win the title for myself not otherwise." Hayat's brows has furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Aren't you the best?" Hayat sat on the steps, of the courtyard, folding her legs, to put her chin on her knee.
"No I am not." He replied honestly. "Then who is?" She queried as Umar took a seat beside her while being careful enough to not touch her.
"That's a little secret that I'll only tell you if you pray for my victory today." He said thoughtfully. "You don't have to, I'll come watch it myself." Hayat said smugly, she was thrilled to watch a fight between trained swordsmen but her plans faltered when Umar further replied, "I don't think that'll be possible. Women are not allowed to watch the tournament. You might as well be punished for it."
"And why is that so?"
"I don't know it's just the unspoken rule that everyone has followed." Hayat watched some of the courtiers walk across the courtyard while giving her a sharp look. "Will the King and the prince be there too?" She looked at him expectantly. "Of course!" She knew the look that the courtiers had passed to her and the general. To ignite their speculation further she nudged Umar's shoulder with that of her's. "Don't worry. You are the best, I know it because how else would I have defeated a prince who has practically learnt the art of sword fighting all his life. You'll surely win." Umar at first had been taken aback at the contact of her shoulder but then she had beamed. The general had only laughed as he stood up once again to resume his classes, while maintaining the required distance.
Both of them hadn't noticed the amber set of eyes that stared at them intently from the balcony, his jaws set and fists clenched. Tayyab hadn't waited to torment himself more and so he rushed back into his chambers.
Umar and Hayat had resumed fighting once again, their blade clashing against one another as he taught her new moves. "The prince seems to be getting better from his heartbreak." Hayat mocked while dodging Umar's blade. "Yes! He has realised that Meher is not who he thought she was." Hayat had only ceased fighting. "So are you telling me that he killed my entire family and my fiance for nothing but a misconception?" She had felt the anger surge through her veins, her heart rate increased as she glared at Umar.
