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"Toh bacchon kaisi rahi Mussoorrie ki trip?" Roshnaq asked Sahir and Zoya who had reached just an hour ago and had settled down for breakfast. They both looked at each other and smiled. This didnt go unnoticed by Roshnaq . "Aise muskurate rahoge ya kuch batoge bhi."  Roshnaq was curious. "Ammi woh.. Zoya extended her hand to show her mother the engagement ring. Roshnaq looked at the ring and then at them ,surprised.

Both of them got up from their places and went near Roshnaq. "Ammi.. mai Zoya se Nikaah karna chahta hun agar aap haan bole toh." Roshnaq's eyes were filled with tears. She hugged them both.
"My blessings are always there with you." She smiled through her tears. Both of them bent to touch her feet. She placed hands on their heads and blessed them. She really missed Wasim. He always wanted to give Zoya a perfect wedding with a perfect guy and finally Zoya had found both only he went far away. "Ammi aap Nikkah ki koi tension na le.. mai sab sambhal lunga." Sahir said.
"Jee Nahi. Humari beti ka nikaah hum dekh lenge.. aap apni tayaariyan shuru kare. Mai Maulvi sahab se baat karti hun." Roshnaq replied taking the authority.

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"Wow Appi. Aap toh kitni romantic nikli. Jiju se pehle hi propose kar diya?" Noor squealed in excitement over the phone.
"Kuch bhi Noor. Woh toh bas aise hi.." Zoya was blushing hard.
"Zoya.." Sahir called out.
"Accha Noor.. aap samay se aa jaayeiga Arjun ke saath."
"Ofcourse Appi.. waise maan gaye itni jaldi Nikaah ki date bhi nikalwa di jiju ne.. unse raha nahi jaa raha na?" Noor said teasing.
"Noor. Hum phone rakh rahe." And Zoya hung the phone smiling. It was hard to believe that finally she was going to get married to Sahir. It wasnt the first time but never the less Zoya was excited and nervous. When Zoya was enduring all that pain, she had never imagined , she would survive to experience this feeling. She was so much in love with him and it felt so great. The love was so liberating.

She took out her phone and stared at the wallpaper, it was one of their photos they had clicked during their stay in Mussoorie. She looked at him and smiled. "Mr. Sahir Azeem Chaudhary, have I ever told you about those eyes of yours. Man, they are way too enchanting. Those eyes are such a weakness of mine and I get so lost everytime I look into them. Damn! I love you so much Sahir." She blushed.
"Ahem!" Sahir cleared his throat as he stood near the door.
Zoya hid her phone as soon as she saw him.
" Has he heard everything ?" Zoya thought to herself.
"Look at your face Zoya. Aisa lag raha hai tumne titli dekh li hai." Sahir smiled.

"Since when have you been standing here?" She asked secretly praying he didnt hear any of it. " "Since you were saying something about my eyes." He said leaning on the door with arms crossed. "Crap. " she muttered.
"Its ok Zoya. Good to see that I am not the only one going head over heels." He winked at her.
"Accha by the way I came here to tell you that Ammi is calling you aur haan get ready. Mehendi function will start soon. " Sahir said.
"Jee.. Ammi se keh dijiye hum abhi aaye." She replied.
"Zoya.. suno.. "
"Jee."
"I love you more."
"Thats not possible." She smiled.
"Accha now go and get ready and let me dress up too." She said literally pushing him out of the room.
She closed the door and shook her head smiling. "I love you more Sahir."

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The mehendi ceremony was small affair. Not many guests were there. A middle aged lady was applying Mehendi on Zoya's hands. Zoya intently looked at the design. It looked really beautiful. The feeling of turning a new bride is just so special. Zoya could feel a total different aura around her.
"Naam kya likhun?" She asked.
"Sahir." Zoya said blushing.
"Oh my God..Zoya.. aapko ho kya gaya hai.. naam lene mein bhi itna blush." She thought and smiled.
"Aur iss haath mein ZoHir." Sahir said taking a seat beside Zoya.
"ZoHir?" She asked.
"Zoya aur Sahir. ZoHir." Sahir said.
"Are you watching itv soaps now? Yeh sab wahi log karte hai." Zoya said mocking him.
"Toh galat kya hai? Ab Jodi ka naam saath hi accha lagta hai. Kya baar baar Zoya Sahir bolenge. ZoHir sounds so.." he was interrupted by Zoya.
"Chessy. But I like it." She said.

"Jiju you are not allowed to see the mehendi before Nikaah." Noor came and sat on the other side.
"And why so?" Sahir asked.
"You are supposed to find your name in her hand on the first night." Noor said.
"Seriously, who plays hide and seek on the first night?" Sahir said in a sarcastic tone.
"Jiju.. it only takes a minute.. uske baad poori raat khaali hoti hai." Noor said.
"Accha? Kya karne ke liye.." Sahir teased Noor while Zoya smiled seeing her sister turn red out of embarrassment.
"Sone ke liye." She said bluntly.
"Accha? " He asked raising his eyebrow.
"Haan. Khair rehne dijiye. Aap appi ke saath enjoy kijiye.  Hum Arjun ke paas jaa rahe hai."
"Why were you teasing her?" Zoya asked in cheerful tone.
"Because she is my little sister. Now pay attention on your mehendi begum Sahiba." Sahir smiled.

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Zoya looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was looking extremely gorgeous. Much better than the last two times she had worn the bridal attire. This one was her favourite. It was a deep green couloured full sleeves Salwar kameez, the kind that was worn in traditional Muslim weddings. It had a very heavy embroidery of gold. The zari work was exceptional, the kind you can only find in Lucknow. It had an extremely worked out dupatta. Sahir had indeed chosen the best for his bride to be. Her hands were dark brown due to heena designs and it was adorned with gold bangles having pearls attached to it. The Paasa that adorned her head was perfectly in combination with the nose ring. Zoya took one last look at herself and smiled before Noor entered the room to escort her downstairs.

Sahir recieved a warm welcome from Roshnaq and Noor. He was accompanied by Arjun and Linda since he had no one from his family to come with. He was dressed in an offwhite sherwani with intricate embroidery of silver and white pearls. He paired it with white nagras. To be honest, he perhaps looked the most handsome groom one had ever seen. He was seated opposite to Zoya ofcourse with a curtain between them. Sahir was dying to see Zoya. He had made so many images in his head of how she would be looking in that bridal attire. He had literally spent hours and rejected 10 shops for finding it for her. "Just few more minutes Sahir." He tried to calm down his fluttering heart.

The wedding ceremony began with Maulvi reciting verses from the Holy Quran.
Zoya Siddqui wald Wasim Siddiqui aapka nikkah Sahir Chaudhary wald Azeem Chaudhary haq mehar 10,00,000 rupay mein tay paaya hai. Kya aapko yeh nikaah qubool hai?

"Qubool hai." Sahir could feel Zoya smiling as she said those two words.
The question was repeated for two more times and so was the answer.
The Maulvi now turned to Sahir and asked the same.
"Qubool hai" was the reply.
The marriage was solemnized.
Sahir signed the Nikaahnaama with Arjum and Linda as witness from his side followed by Zoya who signed it with Roshnaq and Noor as witnesses. The signing was followed by the recital of 'Khutba'. Maulvi Sahab read the marriage vows and both Zoya and Sahir listen to it intently. They vowed to perform all the duties towards each other.

It was finally time for something, both had been waiting for 'Arsi Mushraf' where they would get chance to look at each other for the first time after their marriage. A mirror was placed between them and the Holy Quran was kept over it. Sahir looked at Zoya's reflection in the mirror. He was mesmerized. Zoya looked as if she had straight away descended from Jannat just for him. He saw her eyes were full of tears as she looked at his reflection. Sahir shook his head a bit gesturing her not to cry. She smiled through her tears.

They got up and took the blessings of everyone. It was time for 'Rukhsat'. While Zoya hugged Noor tight, she knew she was going to face a major breakdown embracing Roshnaq. She hugged her tight and both of them started sobbing.
"Ammi..Aap ro kyu rahi hai? I promise Zoya aur mai dono roz aayenge." Sahir said trying to console the mother - daughter duo.
Roshnaq broke the hug and said, "beta.. aap abhi nahi samjhoge, jab apni beti ko rukhsat karoge tab pata chalega." She said and placed a kiss on Zoya's forehead. She then placed one on Sahir's too.
"Meri bacchi ka khayal rakhna." She smiled.

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Zoya was sitting in Sahir's room with knees folded closed to her body. She closely observed his room. She had never been to his room before. She really liked it. The ambience, the colour of walls, the showcase for all the books, it was all so perfect. The best part was the pool ofcourse. The light from it in the dark gave a whole another feel. Suddenly, her roaming eyes laid on a photo frame on his table, it was her photo. The one Sahir had secretly clicked without her knowledge at the fair. She got up and observed the pic. After staring it for another minute she said, "Mrs. Khurrana was right, I really need hair treatment."

"Bilkul nahi. You are perfect." Zoya was startled at the sound behind her. She quickly placed the frame back on the table. "Sorry.. I didnt know you were here." Zoya fumbled. "Zoya..relax. This is your room, you can touch or change anything you want. Why are you behaving like you are meeting me for the first time?Trying to copy typical brides in arrange marriage?" Sahir smiled.
Zoya mentally smacked herself for being so nervous. Maybe it was the first night affect.
Zoya saw Sahir taking off his watch and placing it on the table.

"Ok so tonight is the night." Zoya said to herself. However, Sahir's gestures spoke of something else. It seemed he was preparing to sleep already. "Is he that tired?" Zoya asked herself, silently looking at what he was upto. Moreover, waiting for him to make the first move. It will be so immodest if she did so. An extra bold wife on the very first night, an idea she rejected. She saw him getting into the washroom and then coming out in his normal kurta payjama.

"Seriously, is he not at all interested in it? Wont he even kiss. For God's sake,we just got married Sahir." Zoya said to herself.She was now getting annoyed with whatever he was doing that too in silence. When she wasnt able to take anymore, she managed to ask,
"What are you doing?" 
Sahir looked at her confused, "I am packing I guess, we have to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow incase you dont remember." Sahir said and resumed his work. Zoya gave him the most disgusted look ever obviously he didnt see it.He took one more look at Zoya and said, "Zoya." Her eyes twinkled, "finally." She said in her head.
"Yes."
"I was saying, why are you still dressed with all the jewellery. Those are heavy, just go and change, you will feel comfortable." Sahir said and started searching for something in the cupboard.

Zoya cluthed the bedsheet. She was now getting frustrated, all she wanted to do was to smack him with the vase place near her. 'Bloody Bride ' would be the name of the movie made on them. The bride who killed her husband on the first night of the wedding because he was way too dumb. Zoya shook her head. "Tauba kya soch rahi hai aap Zoya!" She scolded herself. However, her frustration level was rising.

"By the way Zoya..I think you are already packed so you dont have to take any trouble. Just get changed and sleep. It is going to be a long journey." Sahir said without looking at her, engrossed in packing stuffs. "Sahir." Zoya said trying hard not to show her anger in her tone. "I married you." She said gritting her teeths. Sahir stopped at looked at her. He thought probably she was overwhelmed that they were married so he smiled and said, "I married you too Zoya."

"Really Sahir? You are that stupid?" Zoya said letting out her frustration. Sahir gave her a confused look. "What did I do?" He asked. That was it. That was when Zoya lost it. With a quick, sudden movement, she dashed out of the bed and rushed towards him, taking his lips into her's. Sahir was taken aback by this sudden action. The kiss was not at all gentle. It was rough, more kind of like hurting one, showing her displeasure . Sahir broke the kiss, "Woah.. easy Tiger. Calm down." He said.  "Oh well, I was calm until now waiting for you to make your move but no you had to pack the entire house for our honeymoon." Zoya was hyper now.  "Baby relax." Sahir was surprised seeing this side of Zoya.

"I cant. And you Mr. Chaudhary. Just stop with your packing and..." she suddenly stopped speaking as she felt his hands on her waist pulling her close to him.
"And..? " he whispered.
Zoya lowered her gaze. Her cheeks were all pink now.
"Zoya..And?" He asked again.
"Nothing." Zoya said softly.
"Ok then I am going to pack." He smiled and released her of his hold. She suddenly missed the proximity between them. "Sahir.." she called out. He turned to look at her.
Her eyes spoke of need. Need for closeness. Need of intimacy.
"And.."
"And.." Sahir said taking her back into his hold.
Sahir was not stupid. He knew what she was trying to say and God knows he wanted it much more than her but he had promised her, that he wont cross boundaries till she is ready. After all  she had been through, he knew it was not easy for her to get intimate and he didnt want to force her. So, he was waiting for her consent.

"Zoya.. I know. I just thought you are not ready and I didnt want to force you." He said softly.
"But I want it." She said softly but firmly.
"You want what?" Sahir said with mischievious smile, teasing her.
Zoya looked straight into his eyes, "I want you to make love to me." He looked into her eyes, it  was burning of passion, of desire. This was the consent he needed.

He made his hold tight around her waist and bent down to kiss her. The kiss went from being gentle to the one full of passion within moments. Zoya's hands were sliding up and down his hair and neck. The craving for each other was real. They fell on the bed without breaking the kiss. Zoya broke the kiss for breathing and looked straight into his eyes. It spoke of the same emotions burning inside her. Sahir took off her earrings carefully and placed them on the table, one hand still wrapped around her. He then took off her bangles and necklace. He didnt want her to hurt herself.

He planted soft kisses all over her face. Kissing her eyes, nose and then going for lips. He slid down and kissed her neck while she had her eyes closed taking every bit of it. Sahir stopped for a moment and looked at her face. She was extemely beautiful, Zoya opened her eyes and looked into his. Without breaking the eye contact, Zoya unbuttoned the top buttons of his kurta and pulled it off. She looked at his shirtless body. She indeed married a Greek God, she thought to herself. Sahir took his position back over her.

It was Zoya's turn now, she kissed his face and trailed it to his chest. Unable to take more of torture, he quickly took back the dominance and pulled herup, taking off her kameez. He kissed her at all possible places with their hands interlocked. It wasnt long when he entered her. They were finally one. The souls, the bodies everything had united. Zoya and Sahir were ZoHir in all sense.

She snuggled closer to him while he wrapped his arms around her, both of them covered in sheets. He placed a small kiss on her forehead. She was already half way into sleep but she smiled on that touch. Sahir pulled her closer, closed his eyes and prayed, "Whatever may come, please dont separate us ever. I really love her. Much more than I have ever loved before. Please." Soon he dozed off to sleep too.
They were healing. Together. The broken pieces have joined, atleast for the time being.
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I swear I tried writing the intimate scene in detail and failed miserably. However, I feel I did a pretty good job. Didnt I? So yeah I am sorry if its turning a bit boring but I thought these chapters are must. Anyways, one more ZoHir chapter after this, the honeymoon trip and we will be back to the story. I can give my pathetic writing of intimate scenes another try in the next chapter if you want, or was this fine? Idk? Tell me.

Anyways how was the chapter. I hope I was up to the mark. Also, I am not a Muslim and had not witnessed any muslim wedding except on tv and movies so I did a little research and I wrote what I found. I am so sorry if I faltered there. Didnt have any intention to. So do let me know if it was ok.

Please comment n vote. I would love to hear what you have got to say.
Love 💖
Shivja.