Daro sat in a giant shallow pool of water and petals, getting prepared for her wedding day. Her ladies put on lotions and ubtan on her skin, making it soft and bright, inciting for her groom. They washed her hair and cleansed her body for the wedding night.

Some ladies had been working days straight to make a dress for her last minute wedding. The traditional attire highlighted her status and her beauty that Maula Jatt wouldn't soon forget who he married.

Her room was decorated with every flower and arrangement possible. A curtain of flowers was prepared for her balcony from where she would accept her marriage to the man who had annihilated her family.

By the declared hour, Daro had gotten ready, hair set in intricate braids as the wedding robe and jewelry was put on her. Daro was, on any given day, the envy of the girls in town, but very much so today.

Daro didn't think she'd smiled as much in her life as she did today while her ladies walked her to the balcony. Daro moved aside the curtain a little bit to see her groom. He was sitting on a throne in the main court, surrounded by witnesses and the Maulvi. She was staring at him, noticing how handsome he looked when he cleaned up. Her ladies teased her as she blushed when Maula caught her looking.

"Daro, binte Jeevan Nath, tenu Maula Jatt, Jattan da Sardaar de naal nikah qubool hai?"

"Qubool hai!" Daro exclaimed.

The Maulvi asked twice more and again Daro agreed brightly.

"Maula Jatt, pind da sardaar, tannu Daro Natt, Nattan di Sardaar de naal nikah qubool hai?"

Maula leaned forward on his knee, looking at the curtain with a smirk, knowing she was watching him.

"Qubool hai," Maula nodded, and repeated his answer twice.

The maulvi then lead the dua before announcing the union of Maula Jutt and Daro Natt.

Everyone hugged in joy and held a dinner in celebration, but Daro had something else to look forward to. While everyone else dined and enjoyed the entertainment, Dara was spending the evening getting ready for the night.

The night finally quieted, guests returning to their homes. Eventually, the noise picked up outside her room and Daro laughed as she imagined her friends blocking his way at the door. The door finally opened and Daro quickly ran to sit in the center of her flower canopied bed.

Maula opened the door and quickly closed it behind his back, leaning to catch a breath. He walked forward into the room and took off his pug.

"Te ki ditta unha nu?" Maula perked up at the sound. He chuckled, swaying.

"Oh kuch vi nai. Main te bus ik vaada kita hai," he said vaguely as he walked to her.

"Ki vaada si?"

"Oh te main baad ch dassan ga. Pehlan Maula apni dulhan nu te vekh le!" He reached his hand through the veil of flowers and yanked her out when she grabbed it.

Daro squealed as she flew out into his arms, bracing herself with her hands on his chest. Maula spent a forever long moment staring at her.

"Mashallah," he breathed as he moved hair out of her face. "Teh hun ki karna ae, sardaarniye. Sir dhir karna ae ya..."

"Apne sir da taaj bana leya," Daro finished the memory.

"Dhian rakh," a female voice interrupted them and Daro turned towards the door, pushing away from Maula. "Kahin ae sir da taaj tenu das na le," the woman laughed.

Daro looked between them. "Kon ae tu? Beghairat, hamare kamre mein aane ki himmat!"

"Kuri bechaini naal mar rahi ae, Maulea," the woman helped herself to a seat. "Hun te das de."

Maula sighed and went towards Daro but she brandished a knife, wavering between them.

"Kaun ae tu?!" She asked the woman before she turned to Maula. "Tu janda ae isse?"

"Daro..." the Punjab's hero began quietly.

"Main dasni aan," the curly haired woman boldly replied for him. "Tu meri sautan ae," she smiled, as if belittling her.

Daro lashed out with her dagger and the other woman stepped back.

"Nahi! Jhoot ae yeh!" She stepped closer to cut her enemy but Maula grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms back. "Chad de mainu! Chad! Yeh mere haathon mare gi!"

"Mukkho ja!" Maula ordered as he pulled Daro closer to him.

The woman, Mukkho, smiled and waved as she left them alone. Maula released Daro the moment she left and regretted it. Daro had turned around and immediately slashed him across his chest. It only ripped his shirt, scratching his skin.

"Dhokebaaz! Dhoka diya hai mainnu! Daro nu!" She screamed through tears. "Ae ghalti nai gunah kita tune! Aur gunah di maafi nahi hondi."

She launched at him again but Maula grabbed her hand and pinned it behind her back as he held her to him. He took the blade from her hand and turned it on her, digging the tip into her shoulder.

"Ahh," she quietly moaned her pain.

"Gal sunnah ton pehlan hi faisle nahi karde, sardaarniye," he said in her ear.

Daro shook her head to the other side. "Main ne kuch vi nahi sunnah tere munh se!"

"Teh main kadon kehya ae ki main kuch bolna ae," he put his nose in her neck, drawing towards her jawline as the blade went up her shoulder and cut her necklace.

Daro gasped as the beads fell down her shirt. She knew what was coming and didn't want it. She didn't want the man she had pined for for the last however many days. He had betrayed her, so now he might as well be dead.

"Ajj mhari suhaag raat ae," his cheek was pressed against hers. "Aur main raat gallan karde nahi guzaarni."

Daro squealed and pushed herself out of his arms, unfortunately heading closer to the bed. He caught her wrist as he followed her, and turned her to face him as he fell on her, pinning her on the bed. Daro tried to wiggle away but he put his weight on her, eventually holding the dagger to her throat so she would lay still.

"Haan. Te kidhar si main," Maula grinned and leaned down, his nose tracing the side of her face.

Helpless, Daro closed her side and looked away, tears pouring down her face. Maula kissed her temple, right at the corner of her eye.

"Maula tere praah jeya nai ae, Sardaarniye." She opened her eyes, but didn't turn around. "Teri marzi ton beghair kuch vi nai hona."

Maula leaned his torso off her and fell on the bed, trapping her beneath his arm and legs as he fell asleep.