He Found Me. (Complete)

PART 13

Third-person pov:

"That was quite impressive what you did back there." Azlan stands right beside him and glances at him before looking ahead at the wall. Raising his eyebrow he wondered if the wall was attractive enough for him to glare at it.

Sikander didn't respond, his mind was too busy replaying her every expression. His eyebrow frowned as he rolled his lower lips in his mouth.

"I hope you know what you are doing."

"I know." Sikander turned his face toward his friend and stared at him quietly. Azlan sighed a little knowing well what was going on in his head and his mind had also a lot of things going. And all of them were about the same person. Hoor.

He knows that Sikander will find everything out at one point and because of some thoughts, he is also afraid to find his reaction. But as the moment was coming closer his strength was weakening a little. It was a matter of his dear sister and he didn't want anything bad for her.

"She is hiding something." Azlan breath stuck for a second before he shook his head slowly still not sparing a glance to Sikander. He looked up at the sky but stayed quiet.

"I want to know." Azlan looked at him and shook his head.

"It's her secret I can't tell."

"There are other ways to tell." He bites his lower lips debating whether he should tell him or not. But the determination in Sikander's eyes was enough for him to decide right there. His best friend was quite stubborn, he knew Sikander would get it out of him one way or another way.

"A woman... *Taking a deep breath* A woman has many things to protect from the world... And she does everything in her hands to defend herself... Some make her strong and some make her weak. But some things make her vulnerable and if she couldn't protect her vulnerability she die." Azlan stopped himself and clenched his jaw as his eyes hardened before he continued.

"Something happened years ago. Something that made my sister walk to the point where she wanted to die... What's the worst scenario for a woman? Her scarf was taken away from her, right? It was taken away..." He closed his eyes and felt pain in his chest for his beloved sister. He still remembers those hardest days of his life. Silence filled between the two men as Azlan broke it once more his voice came out low this time.

"As a brother... I can not even say those exact words but I will tell you what the doctor said to me when we found her. You are an intelligent man, the shame and fear in her eyes that you caught will tell you everything." Azlan took to keep a breath, swallowing the knot in his throat as he slowly turned his head to face Sikander. Whose face was blank, jaw and hands clenched.

"Sikander?"

"If she thinks that I will leave her at any point just because she went through something. She is dead wrong. What was mine will stay mine no matter what the consequences are."

Saying that Sikander turned around and walked away from there, with his mind running through a lot of things. He bites his lips and stops for a while before walking again his heart feeling heavy to him.

He wasn't there when she needed him. 

He sits on a bench and runs his fingers through his hair. Face looked down at the road as Azlan words kept coming into his mind. Her face flickered in front of his eyes when he closed them. And he felt someone grab his heart tightly, he could not protect his wife. His Angle.

"I am sorry my Angle, I am so sorry."

Hoor POV:

I slowly walked toward my bed while locking the door behind me. His words replaying in my mind.

"Prepare for the ruksati or I will take her without one."

He was stubborn, way too stubborn. Whatever he had in his mind I was not getting it. The more I tried to stay away the more he came closer. Heck, he had the guts to announce for the reception! When I told him that I didn't want him why the hell he can not understand that? Why all men are so, so difficult? Why don't they just... Forget it.

It was getting out of my hand. The deal my parents made to me was only for me to attend the marriage and meet everyone. And I did what they wanted me to do. My seats for Canada were confirmed and they all were now talking about the reception.

I did not want to reception why... Why no one was getting it that I didn't want to live with him? I don't want him in my life.

My head started to spin as I grabbed it. Too many things, too many insecurities and fear yet I can't do anything to make myself feel okay. My brother had turned his back toward me and I know, I know very well that he will be the first person to stand beside him and support his decision. And talking to my parents was useless.

"It's getting too much." I rubbed my face and stood from my place. I raised my eyebrow when I saw the time. It was almost 1 am. How the hell did the time go so fast?

I corrected my dupatta and walked out of my room with an empty bottle in my hand. Closing the door quietly behind me I started to walk in light steps when.

"We all have decided that Ruksati will be held on Friday." Ayesha Khalla's voice stopped me on my way as my heart skipped a beat. "The sooner all this happens the better." 

Friday, the day after tomorrow. They were only giving me one day. One freaking day to mentally prepare myself? 

I quickly moved away from there and walked into the kitchen. My breath started to fasten as I patted my chest and counted from one to ten to calm myself down.

"It's not enough, one day is certainly not enough," I mumbled to myself and thought about talking to my brother. He would at least move the thick certain he dropped over his ear to hear me out. But how should I convince him, after all, that he was my dear brother and would not easily listen to me?

I was so into my thoughts that I didn't hear the sound of footsteps.

"I hope you have no problem with all this happening?" I stilled on my place at his sudden voice and glanced at him who was standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest making me look away.

He had no right to look this good.

"Like anyone is gonna listen to me." I turned around and looked at him. He smiled a little and walked toward me making me step back. He leaned his face closer to mine as I held my breath. He whispered right in my ear sending a shiver run down my spine.

"Only if you are willing to talk I swear I can stay like this and listen to you my whole life." I closed my eyes tightly when he placed his lips over my ear lobe before backing away.

"And...... rather than listening to someone's conversation, you should ask me, after all, you have all rights to know." With that, he walked away leaving me dumbfounded.

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