The phone started ringing again flashing Farhan's picture along with a stupid heart. Abrar clenched his fist in fury. He had this urge to break that damn thing but controlled himself for the sake of Haya. It was her phone after all.

"Your tea." Haya placed it on the table in front of him as he eyed her, she then quickly walked over to the bed to pick up her phone. As soon as she saw the caller ID, Haya's scowling face turned into a wide smile. Which was enough to piss him off further.

"HAYA WHY DID YOU CUT MY CALL. PLEASE SEND THE DESIGNS. I'm in the restroom." Farhan yelled into the phone; Haya had to take it away from her ears as she wondered what the heck was her best friend talking about.

"What the hell? I don't understand you." Haya asked him in confusion. Farhan groaned from the other side.

"First send me your bridal collections designs, I'm in the middle of a board meeting," Farhan demanded in hurry, Haya rolled her eyes as she sent him the pdf again. All the while Abrar's heated gaze upon her didn't go unnoticed by Haya. Was he really angry because of a stupid anklet? She wondered in amazement.

"Thank you so much! I'll send you lots of chocolates afterwards...let me just go finish this goddamn meeting. Bye." Farhan's voice has drastically changed as soon as he received the pdf.

"Make sure that it's Cadbury dairy milk," Haya demanded excitedly, the moment she heard the word chocolate, her mouth was watering already and she started craving for one right at that moment. But Farhan has hung up on her a long ago, frowning at the phone she threw it back on the bed.

Abrar was still intensely glaring at her.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Haya placed her hands on her hip, typically as she asked him that.

"Who were you talking with?" Abrar got up from his seat as he came towards her. She blinked her eyes twice, suddenly feeling intimidated by him.

"It was a friend." Haya tried to sound less nervous. Why was she nervous in the first place? Maybe because Farhan doesn't consider them as just friends or maybe because of her tiny little crush on Farhan. It was both.

"Stay away from him." Haya's eyes widened at Abrar's absurd command. What the heck was wrong with him?

"Excuse me?" Haya really wanted to check if he was even in his senses.

"I don't repeat myself. You heard me right by the way." Abrar rolled his eyes at her fuming face.

"What do you think of yourself? You don't get to control my life, Abrar Shah."

Haya's angry words were cut off by the knock at the door. Both of them looked at the door to find a confused Meruza standing by, with a phone in her hand.

"Baba wants to talk with you." She handed over the phone to Abrar, who took it with a scowl. Haya ignored them both as she walked out of the room to distract her mind. She was suddenly feeling guilty for not letting Farhan know about her absurd marriage. It has been a month and a half now. He would be very heartbroken that is for sure.

Even though she and Farhan never openly spoke about their feelings, they both knew it was something more than just friends. Farhan went to Florida six months ago for attending a fashion show as he represented his company. He also said her that when he returns, he'd ask her for something very important and they both know what it was. Haya blushingly replied that she'd wait for him.

But life took a big turn when she visited her uncle's home, who's also her mother's brother. They were kind of nice, but not nice enough to take her in when she needed them the most. It was aunt Muskan's family who took her and her sister in, that too for their own benefits.

Haya is now married, that fact was very hard to digest. She has no idea of how to confess this truth to Farhan.

***

Just like that Haya's day passes by, as she recollected memories from her pasts. Which made her smile bitterly. Life with Farhan would have been pretty simple but now she cannot change the fact that she's married to Abrar Shah, the last guy she'd ever lay her eyes on.

She did not see Abrar after that argument, it wasn't even an argument. But his absurd command made her feel irritated. It still does. 'Stay away from him' Haya mimicked his words as she heated the food for him, who hasn't returned home yet. He should be home by now. Looking at the time and then at the food, Haya stood there distractedly.

"Waiting for your husband?" Meruza's teasing voice interrupted Haya's chain of thoughts.

"Yes. I feel sleepy. If I serve him the food, then I can go to sleep." Haya faked a smile as she switched off the stove.

"You both are weird." Meruza chuckled as she fetched herself with a glass of water,

"Why do you think so?" Haya etched her eyebrows as she faced her, who drank her water in a go.

"Always fighting. Always arguing. But taking care of each other nevertheless." Meruza smiled mischievously as she pulled Haya's cheeks.

"When did he take care of me?" Haya asked in a mocking tone as she slapped away Meruza's hands playfully.

"Trust me, he does care for you... Abrar is very poor in communicating his feelings but his eyes say it all." Meruza grinned as she recollected the day before yesterday, where Haya burned her hand by mistake and Abrar began to scold her all the while applying an ointment on the wound. His expressive eyes though were looking at her with worry and concern.

"Yeah. Whatever. Aren't you supposed to be asleep now? You've college tomorrow." Haya, who did not like the fact that Meruza was right, mischievously smirked back at her sister-in-law, whose face turns into a frown right after hearing the word college.

"Yes. I should... I hate college... Ugh." Meruza huffed dramatically as she walked out of the kitchen. Haya chuckled at her as she walked to the living room and sat on the sofa, looking at the big wall clock and then at the entrance.

"I can go from here." Abrar's grumpy voice snapped Haya out of her thoughts and as soon as she saw his state of condition, her eyes widened in shock.

"What happened to you?" Haya rushed towards him, with concern and worry but stopped as she saw Abrar shush her with a hiss.

"You're going to wake the whole house." Abrar snapped at her grumpily, Haya looked at him in disbelief, " explain yourself." she demanded furiously.

" I don't want dinner tonight." Abrar started walking ahead whilst hissing in pain.

"Are you even able to walk? Look at yourself. Arms broke and your leg is definitely fractured. What in the world did you do?" Haya tried to sound intimidating but the care and concern in her voice made it sound so worried.

Does she care about him? That was a shock to both him and her.

"My legs are not fractured. I can walk" Abrar grumbled as he climbed upstairs. Haya felt like smacking his stubborn head but she simply walked behind, head filled with lots of questions and curiosity, also making sure that he doesn't fall down or something. Just as she was expecting, he stumbled on his foot and tripped slightly but Haya was quick to hold him.

"I can walk." Haya mimicked him sarcastically, Abrar pulled away from her grip and walked ahead.

What a stubborn man! Haya muttered under her breath as she entered their room and found him sitting on the bed already, hissing in pain once in a while.

"Did you go to the hospital?" Haya asked in concern as she poured a glass of water for him. Abrar took it gratefully as he gulped the glass in a go.

"Yes... I did. The doctor advised me to take bed rest and prescribed some medications." Abrar couldn't fight away that smile that was forming on the corner of his lips. She really was worried about him!

"Did you take the night's medicine? Where is the prescription slip? Let me have a look." Haya demanded curiously. Her hazel eyes glared at him for such recklessness.

"Yes, I had my medicines. The slip is in my car, I'll ask someone to get it tomorrow. I want to sleep now." Abrar whined slightly as he dusted his pillow and then turned to see her fuming at him, "what?" He asked cluelessly.

"You're not going to sleep without eating dinner." Haya strides out of the room before he could even respond to her, he surely was amazed. In the blink of an eye, she was back in the room, sitting in front of him, with the food tray in her hands.

"My right arms are injured. How am I going to eat?" his words became muffled as she stuffed his mouth with dal rice. Abrar's eyes widened at her actions as he chewed the food. She did not even mind using her own hands to feed him.

His charcoal eyes gazed at her hazel ones, as she continued to feed. He kept staring at her without getting bored.

Abrar thought that she doesn't care or something. But her kindness told otherwise.

"Thanks," Abrar muttered slowly once she washed her hands on the plate, keeping it aside she gave him a pointed nod.

"You still haven't told me the reason for your injuries." he hoped that she'd let it go, but clearly, she isn't.

"It's a part of a politician life. Don't bother yourself." Abrar half smiled as he used his left hand to get the mug, but Haya helped him on time before he could even move an inch. He couldn't help that smile anymore.

Abrar never smiles and that was another shock to her. What is happening to him? More like what is happening to her? Why was she observing these tiny details anyway?

"Why do you care so much anyway? Didn't you hate me or something?" Abrar couldn't help but ask. She shook her head at that.

"Hate is a strong word. I was forced to marry you and you were acting like a jerk for most of the time. So, I disliked you. That doesn't mean that I'd sit and watch you in pain. I'm not that cold." Haya mumbled with a frown. He gave her a blank stare.

"But who caused you this?" Haya wondered again. Who in the right mind would want to mess with the Abrar Shah?

"Imran Sheikh," Abrar replied in a bitter tone. Haya's mind suddenly recalled that name, and her eyes became wide in shock as she realized who that person was, "you are kidding me, right? Why would Imran uncle do that? I thought he was a good guy?"

"Bullshit." Abrar snapped at her angrily, which made her flinch, "It's all facade, Haya. That bastard is a good actor. He's behind the president post again... I won't let him get it."

"I'm sure there will be a misunderstanding because I know him." Haya still couldn't believe that Imran Sheik, Farhan's father could do something as cheap as beating someone up just for a mere post. Isn't he a minister already? Even though Farhan wasn't very fond of his father, she liked than man. He was kind or so she thought.

"Go to sleep, Haya. Don't poke your nose in my business. That would be for the best." Abrar ignored her for the rest of the night as he laid on the bed whilst hissing in pain. Haya's mind was filled with questions after questions with no proper answer and it might burst any moment as she tossed and turned on the bed.

"Stop moving." she heard him whisper sleepily.

The silent night suddenly began to thunder and it was pouring heavily, causing Haya to flinch in her half-sleep. She was now wide awake, clutching the bed sheet in fear. Fresh tears were ready to roll down her cheeks as the memories of the past flashed in front of her eyes. The death of her parents was still haunting her. She was suddenly taking heavy inhales and exhales.

Abrar, who sensed her discomfort. Immediately got up with a jerk.

He used his left arms to pull her into his embrace, she was shivering until a moment ago, but calmed down as soon as he caressed her hair whilst whispering, "you're fine, Haya. You're fine."

"You can cry if you want to." Abrar continued to run his fingers through her hair, as she placed her head near his heart, listening to the rhythm of how fast it was beating. She hummed in response. They remained like that for a while not speaking anything else.

Even though Abrar was in pain, and was feeling sleepy. He stayed awake just to make sure that she doesn't panic again.

"You awake?" Abrar who was lost in his thoughts asked her softly. She hummed again.

"Will you promise me something, Haya?" his voice was full of seriousness.

"What?" Haya asked softly, her mind curious yet again.

"Will you promise me to stay away from Farhan Sheikh?"

"But?" He was her best friend damn it, how did he expect her to cut ties just like that?

"He's bad news, Haya. His family is dangerous and I don't want my wife to be friends with that bastard's son." Abrar was adamant about his wish. Haya was sceptical. What will she tell Farhan? He was her best friend more than anything.

"I promise to stay away from him," Haya whispered softly as she shut her eyes close, his arms tightened around her as the thunders became louder. A satisfied smile forms on Abrar's lips as he heard her promise.

He has no idea that promises are the sweetest lies! They are meant to be broken one day or the other.