"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?"
Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened.
Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten.
With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely.
"Qabool hai."
The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking.
"Qabool hai."
She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain.
"Qabool hai."
Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins.
Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart.
Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive.
Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed.
If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan.
Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status."
Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.
Aaliya Siddique: Definition of strong-willed, Confident, Sharp minded businesswoman. She has quite immediately made her name in the corporate world with her sharp mind, intelligence and some credit can also be given to her family reputation as she belongs to The Popular Siddique Family, a big name in the corporate world. But she has worked hard for her fashion brand which has made its place in people's hearts in no time due to affordable prices and uniqueness.
Arslan Siddique: He is a prince of the modern era, with name, fame, and Greek god-like handsome features. He decided not to join his family's legacy and went abroad and started his chain of hotels across the world, started his construction company, and several other businesses on his own.
Aaban Siddique: He has followed his father's path and started working in a family business, which made him reach the top in no time, he is confident, handsome features with brown hairs and Striking blue eyes, he has been made CEO of Textile business.
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Her mobile rang flashing Aaban's name on the screen which made him scoff at her.
"Go, I think he might need you. Why don't you provide him comfort through your words and hugs?" He felt bitter saying those words but that is what it is.
"Are you out of your mind?" She yelled at him in anger not taking his non-sense talk anymore.
"Oh, did I say something wrong? But then again it's fact right. As I have always seen you close to him on the other side it feels as if my touch burns you!" He too shouted at her, his insecurities and jealousy were talking on behalf of him.
"It's because he is my Mehram, he is halal for me!" she said in a comparatively small voice looking at him with hurt expressions.
His eyes snapped at her with disbelief, does that mean..
"You two got married?" He whispered in a small broken voice trying to gulp the big lump formed in his throat as well as to keep his tears at bay.
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Cover credits: @authordira_21
Rated Mature,not due to sexual content.