It was 2 hours past midnight and yet there was no sign of Wajahat. Falak made herself comfortable with pillows behind her back, she had prepared herself for all the possibilities. She gazed at the closed balcony door. Suddenly feeling suffocated with the atmosphere she decided to have some fresh air. She moved sideways, grabbing her not-so-light lehenga she let her feet down touching the soft carpet beneath.

She walked towards the balcony door not bothering about slippers and slid the glass door sideways. Her feet touched the cool marble, she closed her eyes and smiled at the soothing effect it had on her. Inhaling fresh air she opened her eyes only to be awestruck at the garden view, the Tantalizing moonlight had made it a hundred times more alluring.

Falak looked at the sky and smiled at the illuminating moon and the twinkling stars around. She moved forward, inhaling the fresh air. She noticed a sillhoute walking restlessly on the garden. She figured it was none other than her husband.

She sighed but then it struck to her, she was no longer his fiance. She was now his lawfully wedded wife and one thing was sure. Before being his wife she would have to become his friend first. She moved back slowly, careful not to create a sound but the sound of her heavy jewellery echoed through the silence of the night. She moved fast and closed the door as silently possible.

Falak walked to the right side of the wall intending to switch on the light but then again she decided to change in the dressing room. She walked towards the dressing room. She opened the door, stepping inside she observed the room.

It was huge to be a dressing room. Left side there was walk in closet consisting of 6 cupboards and 4 racks for foot wear on each side, in the middle was a dressing table with 3 drawers and  huge floor length mirror right beside it and on the right side was bathroom she peeked inside and was equally impressed with it's pristine state. She locked the dressing room's door and walked towards the dressing table intending to remove her jewellery, her eye caught her reflection on the floor length mirror.

Dressed in maroon velvet and satin silk lehenga, embellished in heavy zardozi. Adorned with the best of diamond and ruby jewellery. She smiled at herself, she indeed looked beautiful.

"But he isn't in need of this beautiful face right now..... what he needs is a beautiful heart. Hope I'm good enough for him" she spoke to her reflection.

She removed the pins attached to her head holding her dupatta and one by one removed all of the pins which held her hair in a bun, beautiful long straight hair tumbled on her back.

"Phew!!! Now that was tiring. What's the need of so much Bobby pins!? A simple hair clutch might just do the trick." She huffed in annoyance. Next one by one she removed her jewellery saving them from tangling within themselves. She removed the safety pins secured in her dress holding the dupatta.

"How was I even wearing them!?" She was astonished at the heavy weight of dupatta.

She strode towards the right side on the closet since her shoes, sandals and slippers were arranged on the right side racks she assumed her clothes might be on the right side too, on opening she found her heavy party wear clothes on the first cupboard, she opened the second one and found her daily wears and on the last wear there were simple comfy clothes with her pjs in it as well. She chose a simple chiffon, light green with sky blue crisscross thin geometric pattern printed salwar kameez set, not feeling comfortable about wearing her pjs tonight.

Falak washed the makeup off and wiped her face on a soft fluffy towels. Changing into her comfy clothes she looked at her reflection and smiled at herself.

"Much better." Mumbling she opened the door and moved forward only to collide into what felt like a hard wall.

"Where did this wall come from!?" She thought wincing with her palm over her forehead.

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Once all the ceremonies were done, Wajahat had rushed to his room and changed into T-shirt and track pants and before anyone could see him, he had vanished from there. Fariqa knew where he might be and just called him to let him know all their relatives were gone and he should come down now. She did not wait for him she knew he was going to take time.

After what seemed like a few moments, Wajahat finally came back from his hide out which was his dearest room at the right side end of the hallway in second floor. Whenever he was alone he used to spend loads of his time there, sketching and painting. His one talent which was hidden from the whole world. Even from his own parents.

Even though he spent around three hours here not once did he have the audacity to look at his masterpieces. His sight rested on the covered canvases but he did not intend to lift them off for He did not want to cheat anyone. Those were his past, there were days when he would spend them painting his one and only love, Sana. But now he had no excuse to look at them. He was now someone else's husband and felt his palms going moist even by the sound if it. Wajahat spent the time sulking at the fact that he was married now.

A strange frustration clouded his senses, he did not intend to go to his room now. Not today atleast. He needed time to process everything. To adapt the harsh truth that from today his room wasn't just his. He huffed and with a huge sigh he came out of his room. He went to the kitchen grabbed himself a bottle of sparkling water and came out from the side door. Removing his shoes he walked on the grass. His closed his eyes feeling the softness of the grass beneath his foot.

For minutes he stood with no movement at all. But then he started walking to and fro thinking about anything but his bride inside. He mumbled inaudible words to himself and fastened his pace. It was possible for him to spent the entire night in the garden if not for the clinking sound behind him. He raised his eyes towards the source of sound which was followed by a tiny click sound, his balcony. He had to face her sooner or later.

"Better now than later."  He sighed and stepped forward with a purpose.

He opened the door only to be greeted with silence, he was confused. He tried to open the dressing room and found it locked.

He walked to and fro after twenty minutes, which seemed like forever. He heard the clock sound of the lock he didn't think much, he just moved towards the door. Resulting in them colliding.

He looked at her holding her head.

"Are you okay!?" He asked worried.

"Oh!! Um... yeah... I..  I... I'm fine" she stammered horribly.  She turned red in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Both said in unison.

"It's ok." She said smiling.

Now it was Wajahat's turn to go speechless. He just cleared his throat and motioned towards the couch on the right side of the bed. She nodded her head slightly and followed him to it.

She sat at the left side single seater making it easier for him.

"I...umm..." he struggled to choose the right words to form the right sentences. She smiled at him but kept mum letting him speak first. He cleared his throat louder this time and suddenly his expression turned grim.

"I hope I have made the point clear earlier."

"Hi." Her response made him confused he just gazed at her with a frown plastered.  A giggle burst out of her lips.

"Hi!? Like seriously!?" His question only made her laugh more.

"Yes, what's wrong with it!?" She asked shrugging.

"Are you ok!?" He asked confused if she had hit her head bad. She just laughed at it.

"We've never had a proper conversation before. So let's go to know each other better." She shrugged like it was the most common thing.

Wajahat's expression grew serious. He moved his gaze from her face. Lines forming on his forehead, his lips pressed in each other into a thin line.

"You want to know everything in detail!?how far I'm damaged!? What happened !? How!? These are things you are interested in right!?" He fumed at her.

"No.!" She stated as calm as possible when her heart was anything but calm. Wajahat was astound at her reply but this time he remained silent waiting for her to say anything further.

"I just wanted to know about you." He said.

"That's what I am.... broken... hollow...." he gritted the words out. She behaved like she didn't hear him.

"Well, let's begin with me... I'm... Falak..... B.C.A graduate,  crazy about cartoons rather than movies. I stay away from horror movies like people would stay away from plaque. I prefer books than movies.... by the way do you have a library here?" Wajahat was busy gawking at her.

"She seemed like a shy, timid young teenager but looks like she doesn't know the meaning of those." He muttered to himself.

"Sorry!?" She frowned at his inaudible answer.

"Uhm......yes.. um. There is one right next to dad's study room." He answered. His expression still grim.

"Wow!!! I'll ask mom and dad about it tomorrow.... actually would love to check it out right now but it's almost 3.30." She pouted. Wajahat couldn't help but be confused, she wasn't bothered about him at all.

"Come on." He heard her voice but couldn't find her on the single seater. He turned his head to the left and found her dusting all the petals to the side.

"What are you doing?"

"Rose petals stain bedsheets." She stated as a matter of fact.

"So!?"

"So!? What do you mean by that!?" She asked equally puzzled at his question.

"We can replace them." It was now Falak's turn to frown at him.

"Ofcourse you can  replace them but that absolutely doesn't mean you have to." She smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat.

"I'm comfortable here." He said annoyed over himself.

"Why!?" She stifled a laugh.

"Because I don't trust you. You could be a devil in disguise" He said with a skeptical look. She laughed out loud at his statement.

"It's ok you can trust me, even if I'm a devil.... you seem too boring to be my type." She giggled. He gawked at her mouth agape followed with a huff of frustration he strode towards the bed and lay down on it turning to the side so that his back was towards her. She just smiled at him and closed her eyes.

Little did he know that she was the Angel in Disguise. His Angel precisely.

Heyya sweeties!!!!!❤❤

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Finally a WaFa chapter where our darling Falak is at her best.
Their first conversation. 😍❤❤

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