Salaam everyone, I am really sad today, not many people voted for my previous chapter and not a single person replied to my question. If the story is really getting that boring please let me know, I use a lot of time writing it and it's a waistage of time if nobody really likes it. Anyways, enough of me being emotional. This chapter is dedicated to one of my readers whom I miss alot @proud2Bniqaby

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UNKNOWN POV

Dear diary,

Today was the worst day of my life, all of my dreams shattered to pieces. All my nightmares became real. I don't know what to do. Mama and Daddy are so happy...For the first time after Hashir's death, they are truly happy.

But what about me? Why do I have to bear all this. Why don't I get a happy marriage like all other girls do, I know I can call it off but it's too late plus I don't want to hurt mama. Not anymore. I'll do all of this for them.

I cried and cried the whole night, I am helpless. Now I'll have to pretend that I'm happy for the rest of my life but I'll let Zeeshan know that I hate him and his stupid beard.

What a baby! She hates him for his beard......I don't think I have known any girl more stupid than her.

But she'll be an easy prey....

An evil grin spread across my face, I love my evil mind.

I put the diary back in my cupboard and sat on my huge bed with my legs crossed. I'll have to make a very cunning plan......Zeeshan has already made the security tight so simply kidnapping her won't be easy.

I picked up my phone and dialled Subhan.

"Hello..... I need all details about her, including her friends and family. Choose her most close ones, whom she confides in........
Um does she have a Facebook?......Good."

I ended the call and hurriedly opened my laptop.

Mission revenge begins.
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MARYAM'S POV

"Zeeshan?" I called the fourth time
Ugh Where is he!

Someone blinded me with cold hands from the back and I yelped until I realized that it was Zeeshan by his voice.

"Guess who? Darling"

I mentally rolled my eyes, as if anyone other than him dared to call me that. But let's play along.

"Ahmed?" I faked

He abruptly let go of my eyes and twirled me around to face him. I could see his expressions getting dark.

"Who's Ahmed?" He asked sternly. I could see the worry behind his now darkened eyes. But I'll still play some more, I have a right to mess around with him sometimes, after all, I am his wife.

"Oh Zeeshan it's you!" I said pretending that I was shocked and scared.

I am a good actor.

"Who's Ahmed? Maryam!" He asked even more huskily.

I gulped. Now that was real, I've never seen him more scary before.

Tell him.

No!

Tell him you were pretending, don't risk your life.

No! He won't kill me.

He will, if you don't give an answer right now.

Shut up!

I looked up in his eyes, he was looking very scary but he loved me, he'll never hurt me no matter what.

"N..no..no-one" I managed to fake stutter.

His hands fell off my shoulders and his eyes began to water.

Oh no, have I taken it too far? I was feeling guilty now.

"I....I...I loved you...but you...." a tear left his eyes as he mumbled.

Oh oh,

"Zeeshan...." I gulped " I.....I was messing around with you" I said making myself barely audible.

His head shot up, his gaze pierced through me. I shivered.

Oh oh, he's angry.

He took slow steps towards me as I kept backing away. He was looking scary like hell.

You've put yourself through it, now bear the consequences.

I hate you my inner voice.

I kept backing away until I was blocked by something rigid...the wall. Damn it!

He, now stood in front of me blocking my way.

I was trapped.

Ya Allah help me.

Allah will not help you, you did wrong, you deserve a punishment.

Oh shut up! No-one asked you.

I was continuously looking down at my feet but I could feel his gaze piercing through me.

I managed to look up somehow and he was smirking.

What?

"Do you want to say something?" He said in the huskiest voice ever.

"No...yes?" Great! Now I was actually stuttering.

"Go on" he said. I could feel his warm breath all over my face.

"I'm sorry?" I squeaked

He smirked.

"Who's Ahmed?" He asked a bit calmly this time staring into my eyes.

Wait...what? I already told him that I was messing around. Is he doubting me?

I stared back in his eyes.

" I. Told. You. That. No. Ahmed. Exists. In. My. Life." I said sternly.

He seemed shocked.

"I meant, where did you get that name from?" He justified still shocked by my reaction.

Oh, I blushed.

"Um...nowhere in particular, I just like that name."

I am so not going to tell him that I plan to name my son Ahmed, inshallah. I blushed at that thought.

"Too bad I'm already named, but we could consider it for our son" he said with amusement in his voice.

I snapped my head up at him in shock. How could he so easily talk about it. I blushed again.

What is with me and blushing. Ugh!

"So.....I thought dinner was ready" I said trying to end all this awkward situation.

"It is" he replied amusement never leaving his voice.

"So?" I asked. Ok this seriously is getting awkward. Why does he have me trapped against the wall!

"So?" He repeated.

Such a jerk!

"Aren't we gonna go?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"No" he simply stated playing with my necklace.

I snatched away the necklace from his grip,

"And why is that? May I ask?" I looked straight into his eyes.

"Because....." he said taking a lock of my hair in his hand and twirling it around his finger.

"You look beautiful and...."

I stared at him shocked. Yes, I was flattered. But I hid my amusement and asked,

"And?"

"You'd be more tasty than dinner right now." He said with sparkling eyes.

What?

I wasn't able to reply yet when he scooped me up in his very strong muscular arms and walked towards the room.
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....... Next day......

I was shopping in one of the greatest malls of Paris with Zeeshan trailing behind me Playing on his phone . He looked bored but I don't care, I love shopping.

"Zeeshan?" I tried getting his attention.

"Hmm?" He said without looking up from his phone.

I snatched the phone from his hand and glared at him before looking down at his phone. He was playing Blood and Glory,
What is it with boys and murder.

"What the....honey!" He pleaded.

I glared even more.

"Fine! What is it?" He snapped

I smiled. Now that's how I like him, under my control. I just want to sing the Get On Your Knees song right now.

"You hold all these shopping bags while I try on this amazing dress" I said handing him the shopping bags.

He rolled his eyes.

"Can I at least get my phone back?" He asked hopefully.

"No" I simply said heading towards the change room when I noticed the same girl smiling at me the hundreth time from a distance.

Does she know me?

Have we met before?

It seemed like she was following us everywhere.

She looked about the age of 25 years and had long blonde hair. If I speak honestly, she was beautiful, way more beautiful than me.

Why am I comparing her with myself?

Why is she following me?

And why does she smile every time I look at her?

Should I tell Zeeshan?

No! I don't want him to look at some other girl especially when she is more beautiful than me.

"Everything alright honey?" Zeeshan asked seriously concerned.

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Y..yes, everything's fine, I was just gonna go and.....change" I replied looking at the place where she was standing a minute ago. She wasn't there anymore.

Zeeshan followed my gaze but looked back at me confusingly when he found particularly no-one there.

I mentally sighed. Thank God, he didn't see her, I am sure he would have been mesmerized by her beauty.

You think so low of him?

No...it's just that....I being a girl noticed her beauty do why wouldn't he?

He loves you

I know.

I sighed. Zeeshan was still looking at me confused.

I looked up at him and weakly smiled.

"I think I'm done" I said wanting to leave that place immediately.

Whoa! I was so possessive about him.

"Sure?" He asked tilting his head to one side.

He looked cute. I smiled and nodded.

He payed quickly and we left. Thank God.
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