Abrar stood in front of the long mirror in their room as he applied hair gel, gazing at Haya from the corner of his eyes once in a while. For the past half an hour, she has been following him around everywhere in the room, wanting to say something but stopped herself as she didn't have enough courage. He too delayed his morning routine just to see how long will it take for her to muster up the courage and come talk to him. He realized that it won't happen anytime soon, with an inward sigh he gave himself a final glance at the mirror and started walking out of the room, but finally, Haya tugged at his hand and stopped him.

"Abrar..." biting her lips hesitantly, Haya dragged him to sit on the bed. He gave her a curious look as she too sat beside him.

"I-i know what I did yesterday was very wrong of me. I should have told you earlier about Farhan but I was scared..." She stopped in between and stared at his face to find his reaction, he was rather calm and composed.

"Scared of what?" he finally spoke something making her sigh in relief.

"You..." she mumbled incoherently, Abrar held the bedsheet tightly to control himself, he was starting to get angry with each passing second as the image of that bastard hugging his wife and proposing her to marriage flashed in front of his eyes again.

"Tell me honestly, Haya... Do you also like that guy?"

"I don't want to lie to you," Haya mumbled lowly making him snap his head towards her.

"I had this massive crush on him before I came here, he was my next-door neighbour and I knew him for almost all my life. He has been there with me in my ups and downs. We went to school together and studied college together. We both shared the same dreams, that was fashion designing and we both pursued the same. He was a year older than me so he graduated fast and had the facility to open his own fashion house and I even joined there for my internship. That day too, he has called to collect the designs which I was helping him with. We've been best friends for eighteen something years and have liked each other for a long time. He went to Florida for attending a fashion show as he represented his company there. He said that he'd propose to me after coming back and I eagerly waited for him to return. But that day never came... His stay over there was delayed and we started talking less. He had a lot of workloads and I was busy writing my final exams. And then I came here, rest you know." Haya took a huge breath as she finished narrating the background story.

"Do you still like him?" is all he asked, anger building up from within hearing his wife talk about some other man with admiration. The fact that she liked someone else was making him feel worse. He needs to know if she liked him or not.

"I used to. Now I don't." Abrar felt relieved as he heard those words.

"Are you sure though?" he couldn't help but be insecure. She gave him a small nod. It was true though; she has forgotten all about Farhan and her crush on him. Haya had no idea of how did that happen, maybe because he was her friend first and there weren't any sparks. The crush happened because they've spent too much time together and now it is gone, for good.

"I thought it would be unfair to just tell him over a text or call you know... that I've gotten married to someone. He deserved to know everything face to face. At the same time, I was scared to tell you all of this. I know I promised you but I don't know what came over me... I left without informing you. That was my mistake and I'm really sorry for that." A drop of tear rolled down her cheeks but he wiped them away with his thumb as he made her face him.

"It's okay. You should have told me, but I understand what you're trying to say. I'm telling you again, stay away from him. The Shah family and his father go a long way back. The Sheikhs are not the nicest persons I can assure you that. So, the next time he tries to contact you, tell me. Don't be scared." Haya nodded her head at that, although she really hoped that he's not mad anymore.

"Hello... yeah Saad, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Abrar answered his phone call, as he stood up and glanced at her before walking out of the room.

"Wait... won't you have breakfast?" Haya asked as she followed him behind, he stopped on his steps and shook his head.

"It's kind of urgent, so no. I won't be having breakfast. But you should eat. You didn't even have your dinner properly yesterday." Abrar's caring side never fails to astonish her. Haya gave him a small smile as she watched him leave but stopped him again with her yell.

"Abrar... wait..." he stopped on his steps and raised his eyebrows at her, curiously.

"You're not mad anymore right?" she bit her lips being slightly scared of him, he was about to answer her but a call interrupts them again, Haya cursed that caller under her breath which he noticed and a small smile automatically forms on his lips.

"I have to leave now. Allah hafiz!" Abrar tucked her hair strands which disturbed him from viewing her face clearly but frowned suddenly as he realized she wasn't wearing her dupatta when they were already out of their room, "how many times do I have to tell you." Shaking his head in disbelief Abrar sets the dupatta properly on her head, all the while she gazed at him with a pout.

"Oye lovebirds get out of my way. I'm getting late for my college." Meruza came running downstairs making Haya and Abrar move three inches away as she ran past them.

Dramatic as always. Haya rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"I am coming," Abrar grunted as he answered yet another call. Giving her a final look, he too left the house while Haya stood in the middle of the stairs, wondering if he was still mad or were they okay now?

She was genuinely confused.

***

Draping a saree was not Haya's cup of tea.

"Red lipstick is good!" Haya mumbled at her reflection in the long mirror as Meruza helped her with selecting which saree she'd be wearing for tonight's function.

It was Iflan's elder sister's engagement today and Sarah has gifted Haya a bunch of beautiful sarees asking her to wear one of them for tonight. And Haya being the obedient girl that she was, agreed instantly even when she hated wearing a saree.

"Wear this black one. It will look dashing on you." Meruza smiled proudly at herself for selecting the saree and Haya gave her a nod through the mirror as she continued doing her makeup.

"Meruza, I don't have enough safety pins with me, can you get it for me?" Haya asked as she finished with the makeup and came to pick the saree.

"Cool. I'll be here in a minute. By the time wear your in-skirt and blouse." by saying so, she dashed out of the room. Haya wondered why was this girl so excited to attend the function as she even finished getting ready before everyone else.

With a shrug, she went into the dressing room and got changed into the in-skirt and black blouse, but the problem was, she couldn't hook it properly. Hearing the door click open, Haya assumed that it must be Meruza so she came out of the dressing room whilst whining, "Meruza! Help me with this hook. My hands are not reaching there."

Abrar turned away almost immediately but the image of his wife, standing in her satin in-skirt and black coloured blouse refused to leave his mind. Was she planning to kill him or what?

"I thought it was Meruza." Haya gulped as she stood there frozen to her spot. But a very furious Abrar turned to face her and matched towards her angrily. He looked down at her petite figure and asked, "this is the second time you're doing this. What if someone else came in and saw you like this?" the thought of someone else seeing her like this made him burn with rage. Haya was too shocked to react to anything. First of all, she's wearing a damned blouse which isn't even hooked properly and second, he could see her cleavage. Her eyes then widened in realization.

OH MY GOD! HE CAN SEE MY CLEAVAGE!

As the thought just struck her mind, she turned away immediately. But that didn't help at all, as her whole bareback was displayed to him, the only thing which covered her back was her inners which did no help.

Abrar gulped.

She definitely was going to kill him today.

"Haya... you should cover yourself properly." before I lose my self-control! he mumbled the last part to himself. But she didn't hear anything at all.

"Where the hell is Meruza?" Haya was desperate to get some help.

"Chachi gave her some work. She's busy." Abrar informed and Haya huffed in anger, but she froze yet again as she felt his breath fanning over her neck. His manly cologne hits her nostrils making the situation worse.

"I'll do this." Haya shivered as his hands came in touch with her back, helping her in hooking the blouse properly. Only then she realized her blunder. He could see her bareback! Damn...

Biting her lips in embarrassment, she stood there silently not uttering anything.

His cold hands and hot breath were a deadly combination and Haya wasn't very sure of what was happening to her legs, but they were going jelly as she stood in front of him, semi nakedly. She was shivering all the while he did his work.

"Done," Abrar mumbled to himself as he backed off, both of them took a deep breath which they were holding for the past one minute. She turned to face him and gave him a sheepish smile.

"Thank you!" he nodded his head, trying hard to keep a straight face as she stood in front of him innocently, taking away all of his sanity with each passing second.

He didn't dare look down at her cleavage. Her lipstick was enough to drive him nuts.

Haya was a natural beauty but the makeup and all added more to it, making things worse for him. Her plump lips painted in red was begging for his attention.

He tried hard to avert his gaze.
If he stood there any longer, he might eat those beautiful lips of hers.

"Next time when you tie a saree, make sure to lock the door." Haya nodded her head vigorously as she heard him sigh.

There was an awkward silence as both of them stood frozen to their spot, looking at each other's eyes.

"Haya... open up. I'm here with the pins." Meruza's loud voice broke their trance as they both looked away. Haya's cheeks were crimson red by now.

"I'm going to take shower. Get ready soon." saying so he walked into the bathroom.

A cold shower precisely!

Haya was embarrassed would be an understatement. She opened the door for her sister in law, who then helped her tie the saree. All the while her mind was playing the previous scene again and again making her blush hard, Meruza was confused but didn't say anything.

He was her husband so it was okay! Saying so she consoled her mind but her heart was fluttering in shyness nevertheless.

By the time Abrar came out of his shower, Haya was already ready looking exquisite as ever. His breath hitched as she gave him a shy smile. He eyed her from head to toe and damn he was speechless.

The black saree hugged her curves, complimenting her figure perfectly. She looked so breathtaking that he couldn't even take his eyes off of her.

"How do I look?" She twirled around, with a giggle, showing him her complete look. Even if she hates wearing a saree, this one looked good on her. And her overexcitement of wearing a beautiful saree made her forgot the previous incident for a while and she was too eager to hear his compliment.

Abrar gulped subtly.
His wife surely is going to be the death of him! He just had his shower for goodness sake.

"Gorgeous." the word slipped out of his mouth automatically making her smile shyly.

"Thank you!"

Abrar walked to the mirror as he combed his hair again, and glanced at his wife through the mirror who was staring at him without blinking an eye. Her red lips were still driving his mind insane.

"Shall we?" he now turned to face her, who nodded excitedly. He gave her his hands which she took gladly, and they both walked outside hand in hand, together.

"You're not angry with me, right?" Haya asked as they walked downstairs. He shook his head in no. Which was a huge relief for her. She was so worried the whole day.

"I'll be happy if you would be honest with me and share everything though."

"Well, then... you look very handsome," Haya replied casually as she grinned at him, checking him out subtly. He was clad in a blue colour sherwani, with black shoes. She never openly acknowledged how handsome her husband was.

He paused on his steps making her halt as well. She chuckled at his reaction and continued, "I was just being honest with you, just like you've asked me." and then flashed him a smile. That kind of smile which took his breath away.

"Thank you." his ears turned red as he continued walking ahead, scratching his neck shyly. She followed him behind with that ridiculous smile plastered on her face as she stared at her husband, who held her hands tightly.

Haya has seen many types of men in her life, almost all of them took pride when someone compliments them but her husband was rather cute. He blushed at her comment making her want to pull his cheeks.

"Stop staring at me like that. I might kiss you." His voice was so sincere that it made her freeze. He continued walking anyway whilst smirking mischievously, she followed him behind shyly. It was Haya's turn to blush hard. Her face was so red that you'd mistaken it for a tomato.

"Even I'm being honest with you!" Abrar grinned at her innocently but his voice was anything but innocent.

kiss her! He has been waiting to do that for so long. He wondered how would it feel to kiss her? Haya's face wasn't the same anymore ever since he mentioned the kiss tempting him even more but he controlled himself.

But things were back to normal at last!