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SURPRISE! 

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Arshiya

I looked at Adam, annoyed.

He was lying on his stomach on the sun lounger, fast asleep.

It was twelve in the afternoon in our extremely private villa somewhere on an island in Far East Asia. And he was asleep.

"Adam."

"Hmm?"

"Wake. Up."

"Five minutes."

"We're on our honeymoon!" I frowned.

"Shouldn't have kept me up all night then."

I gasped. Standing up, I moved away from him towards the infinite pool.

A few minutes of silence passed by as I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of the chirping birds and feeling the gentle breeze ruffle my hair.

"Arsh? Why is it so quiet? Where are you?"

I turned to see him sitting up, his sunglasses still on. Wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue shorts, he reminded me why I had been willing to stay up all night.

He yawned lazily before gazing towards me. "You angry?"

"Aap ko jaise bohat farak padhta hai." I sulked.

*"As if it makes a difference to you."

He got up and stretched. I blushed and looked away.

I wore a floral maxi dress that reminded me of the pastel colours of a sunset: lilac, orange, yellow, and even a hint of light blue. It was spaghetti sleeved, and in the absence of any other person but my husband, I left my arms exposed. My hair was pushed back by a tie-dyed hairband in colours that matched my dress.

He walked over to me, glancing at me with a small smile. I glanced away, ignoring him. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. I pushed him away slightly.

"Arsh."

"You brought me all the way here to sleep?"

"I think all intents and purposes of this trip were majorly satisfied last night, don't you agree?"

I rubbed my neck as if it would make the bite mark disappear.

"How are you feeling?" He asked gently.

"I'm fine." I gave him a reassuring smile. I knew very well how worried he was about me.

"Arsh." He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face me. "When I ask you how you are feeling, I need a hundred percent honest reply. No hiding anything from me, okay?"

I nodded.

"Tell me exactly how you're feeling. Good or bad."

"I feel better, but each time my mind goes back home, my heart aches."

"Well then, I need to keep your mind distracted, don't I?" He rubbed his hand up and down my back.

"What's your plan for that?" I tilted my head to the side, looking curiously at him.

"Some plans are best acted upon, rather than told." He whispered in my ear.

I felt a shiver go through my body, a pleasurable one. "Then act upon it."

"With great pleasure." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me inside to our room.

*

"Why did I agree to this?" I groaned.

"I thought you enjoyed physical exertion."

"I'm a baker, not an archaeologist."

"Good thing we're not digging up ancient artefacts then, isn't it?"

I doubled over. I was so unfit!

The guide who was leading the hike turned to look at me over his shoulder. "Is she okay?"

"She just isn't very physically active." I muttered. "Adam, why didn't you come here alone?"

"Because I'm on my honeymoon, honey. I need to take my honey along." He burst out laughing.

"Your 'honey' is more than happy to lounge by the pool at the villa." I grabbed his arm. "Adam, I'm dying. Make sure I get buried in Lahore."

"You are such a drama queen."

"Of course. Who else would marry a drama king?"

"You are hilarious, Arsh." He spoke sarcastically, even as he chuckled.

"I'm tired."

"You are the one who was complaining about me getting off my a*s so we can do some activities together."

"I did not use those words! But you were sleeping, for God's sake."

"Madam, this hike is the easiest one here." The guide looked at me like a teacher fed up of his chattering students during class.

I was out of breath, my heart was racing, and I felt sweaty. Only, this activity wasn't as fun as the one that had put me in this state the last time. "I hate sweating. It's icky."

"We will try placing air conditioning around for the future, ma'am." The guide joked.

I saw Adam fight back a smile, and when I glared at him, he composed his expressions.

I wore khaki trousers, a light long-sleeved zipped cardigan over a tank top, and trainers. Adam wore knee-length shorts and a white t-shirt.

Why does he get to look so good? I sulked. I probably look like I've been rolled down a hill and then sat on by Shrek. I started laughing out loud at my own thinking.

Adam looked at me, both amused and bewildered. "You having your Arsh internal monologue again?" He held out his hand. "Come on, the best part is yet to come."

"Great." I mumbled.

To be honest, he wasn't wrong. When we got to the top of the hill, the view was epic. One one side there was a forest, looking like an emerald carpet spread across a good part of the island. Surrounding us was the sea with its multiple shades of blue, with the sunlight make the water sparkle magnificently. The breeze cooled down my skin up here, although my leg muscles were still screaming at me for punishing them.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Adam wrapped his arm around me.

I shrugged. "I've seen better." Then I giggled as I saw that the tour guide looked like he wanted to throw me off this hill. I wrapped my arm around Adam's waist, placing my other hand over his stomach. I looked up at him. "I'm hungry now." 

"We'll eat first thing when we get back down." 

"Actually..." I grinned, unzipping my backpack and taking out an almond and chocolate protein bar which I had sneakily brought with me from breakfast earlier. "A sensible person always keeps snacks." I tore open the wrapper and offered it to him. "Want some?"

"I'm okay, thanks." 

I sat down on a grassy patch with the best view, and started scarfing down my bar. 

Adam came and sat down beside me, leaning back on the grass. The guide wandered off, letting us be alone for a while.

"When we used to go on trips as a family, I always used to pack a little backpack with snacks." I said. "Even if we were just going to the park. Everyone used to make fun of me for that." I tilted my head back. "And the funniest part was, whenever we went out, I asked Baba to buy me something to eat from outside." I looked at him. "I've never left Pakistan before. But those family days out meant the world to me." I saw something in his eyes, a hint of sadness, and I realised how I must look like I was rubbing it in. Placing my hand on his, I whispered. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be insensitive."

"No, Arsh. I'm glad you've had such a close bonding with your family. In fact, those memories, those moments will become the reason that your parents will come back to you. In Sha Allah." 

I took his hand and squeezed it. "You know what the beautiful thing about life is? You don't live in old memories. You create new ones as you go along. You and I, we are family now, and we will create memories of our own. We can have family days, where we can drag Furqaan and Sasha along, or we can have couple days, when it'll be just you and me."

"What kind of memories do you want to create?"

I smiled and took my phone out, logging into Pinterest. Moving closer to him, I showed him boards I'd created of my dream destinations. "I have a bucket list. I want to see these places before I die. Venice, Santorini, Rome, Switzerland, Singapore..." I trailed off dreamily. "I'm not about wealth or luxuries, I'm about experiencing new things, exploring."

"Your bucket list has now become a major life goal for me. I'll take you wherever you want to go." He whispered.

I placed my hand on his cheek. "I just want you to support me. I want you to trust my choices, and respect them. I want you to trust that I'm sensible enough to make the right choices. I don't need materialistic things, Adam. I just want you to have faith in me." I bit my lower lip hard, tears filling my eyes.

"I have full faith in you, Arsh." He said. "You just need to trust yourself when making decisions. You are mature and sensible, and you need to stop doubting yourself." He stood up, holding out his hands. 

When I placed my hands in his, he lifted me up and I laughed. His faith in me was making me feel like a carefree butterfly, fluttering around in a carefree manner, wanting to explore and truly breathe in the beauty of life around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned down and kissed me, softly and sweetly.

*

"You scared?" 

"I am a little nervous." I looked at the quad bikes on the beach. We ate just a while ago. What if I throw up?

"You have a choice. You can ride on one with me, or you can ride one of your own."

Be brave. Do things that scare you a little. "I want to ride one of my own."

The instructor gave us helmets and then showed us how to operate the bikes. As we got on our respective bikes, my heart was beating so fast that it was all I heard. The instructor gave us a thumbs up, and we started riding.

My fear was carried away by the breeze and I laughed. The speed thrilled me, making me feel butterflies in my stomach. I was loving this. "THIS IS AWESOME!" 

With the beautiful sea accompanying me on one side, I felt light, away from the heaviness and burdens of worldly pain. I felt intoxicated by this carefreeness, by this peace. The heavy metaphoric rocks on my mind were slowly being cleared, letting my poor mind relax. I wanted the ride to last forever, but it was over too soon. 

Taking the helmet off, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The breeze played with my hair, cooling down my skin, which had been warmed by the helmet. 

Peace.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the clear sky, as the day edged towards sunset. Birds soared overhead, exotic birds that I hadn't seen live before. The salty scent of the sea hung heavily in the air, and the gentle sound of the waves created a soothing effect in my heart.

Adam appeared beside me, holding his phone up. I saw a candid photo of myself with my head tilted back and eyes closed. Even I could see the peace on my face. I looked up at him and he gave me a small smile.

"You made me feel this way." I whispered, nodding towards the photo. "A man who saves lives, who brings peace to someone's mind; how can anyone doubt his goodness?" 

"You make me feel like this every single damn day, Arsh, when I have to deal with... situations, coming back to you makes me feel the way you seem to be feeling in this photo."

I got off the quad bike. "Adam. I've never been happier in my life than I am with you right now."

He smiled, taking my hand in his. "And with you, I'm starting to feel like maybe I do deserve good things as well."

We thanked the instructor and walked away from the beach, hand-in-hand.

*

I feel weird.

I had never, ever worn a bikini in my life, and I'd never imagined that there would be a day that I'd wear it. But today I wore a light blue one, over which I wore under a beach kimono which was in shades of blue and purple. The kimono was tied around my waist like a robe, but being translucent, it wasn't covering up much.

I can't believe that I let Nat talk me into this. 

I ruffled my fingers through my hair, giving it a stylishly messy appearance.

My phone rang and I turned my head to look at the caller ID. Maya. I frowned, answering it. "Assalam Alaikum, M."

"Wa-Walaikum Assalam, Arshi." She sounded like she was crying.

"Maya, what happened? Everything okay? Mama and Baba?!" My heart beat increased.

"Arshi, I'm so scared. Baba... Baba is getting fired. They are having final discussions with HR, but it's almost certain that he is getting fired. Arshi, please speak to Adam Bhai. Our whole house depends on his earnings. If he loses his job..." 

I knew the importance of Baba's job very well. I knew how much my family already struggled with bills and other expenses. "Maya, I can't do anything. What... happened... has been displayed in front of the world on social media. I don't think they'll let him stay now."

"The owner is a good friend of Adam Bhai's, Arshi! He can convince him." 

"Why? Why should I ask Adam of such a thing?" I felt annoyed. "I'm basically gonna be saying to him that yeah, he got humiliated, but save Baba's job."

"Arshi, this isn't just about Baba's job. This is about our home, our family." 

"I'm not asking him to do this, Maya. I pray to Allah that you never experience this, but the way my husband has been humiliated and mistreated by my family, I'm not shameless enough to ask him to do this for me. You're asking me to emotionally blackmail him!"

"Baba won't survive this, Arshiya." She said, before ending the call.

I angrily threw my phone on the bed. Why am I constantly being put in a difficult situation? I closed my eyes and inhaled and exhaled repeatedly, trying to remain calm.

I walked to the sliding doors and stepped out onto the deck. It was a warm night. While the sea was mainly hidden underneath the cloak of darkness, the moon acted as a spotlight, its light creating a breath-taking reflection. The exterior of our villa was lit up by garden lights, including recessed pool lights that gave a true romantic feel to the infinite pool.

Adam was lying on the lounger once again, one leg stretched out, with the other bent, that foot tapping on the lounger as if to a beat that only he could hear. While my legs ached from the hiking and walking around, I cannot imagine those powerful leg muscles of his, so attractive in those shorts, felt even a little fatigued. My gaze ran up over his bare torso, those muscles built up from hours of daily gym sessions, I suppose. One arm was folded behind his back and his eyes were closed. The fingers of his other hand also tapped away to the inaudible sound of music.

I felt repulsed at myself. Was I actually considering using his love for me, his attraction to me, to help my family out, yet again?

My bare feet silently padded over the patio deck towards him. The wind playfully tugged at my beach kimono, while simultaneously enhancing the scent of my shampoo and body gel. 

His eyes opened, as if he had sensed my presence, and he turned to look at me. The way his gaze skimmed over my body, in obvious appreciation, made me feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet. He got up and walked over to me. "Hey, you."

I dropped my gaze, smiling shyly, while tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Hi."

"It seems that armed weapons are not the most obvious way to take a gangster's life." He looked amused. Stepping closer to me, he pressed his lips against mine.

Ask him, Arshiya. He'll do anything for you.

The video replayed in my mind and I pulled back, placing a hand on his chest.

He frowned slightly. "You're here, but you're not really here, are you? Where are you, Arsh?" 

"A-Adam..." My throat felt dry. "I-If I ask you for something, would you do it for me?"

He hooked his fingers around the belt of my kimono, his rough knuckles brushing against the softness of my navel. His gaze didn't move from mine. "Do I even need to answer that, Arsh?" 

My guilt crashed down hard on my heart and I stepped back, away from his touch. But he reached out and took my hands, pulling me back closer to him. With the lightest of touches, he untied the knot of my kimono, letting it fall open. He stepped forward and kissed me again, pushing the kimono down over my arms, letting it fall onto the floor by my feet. 

Maybe I don't have to ask him this tonight. Maybe tonight, we're just Arshiya & Adam, only belonging to each other, only loving each other, with not a care or worry in the world.

He pulled back, frowning once again as he looked into my eyes. "Why am I seeing sadness in there, Arsh?" He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "Aisa kya mangna hai jo itni udaasi hai chehray pe?"

*"What do you need to ask me for that you look so sad?"

"Can we get into the pool?" I asked. Even though I knew that we were in a private space, and only my husband was able to see me dressed like this, I felt uncomfortable. 

He smiled fondly, and walked back over to the lounger and picked up his t-shirt, before bringing it back to me. "Maybe this will make you more at ease."

I quickly pulled the shirt on, biting my lower lip sheepishly. "Adam..." I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat.

"Hmm?" 

"I need to ask you for something very difficult."

"Talk to me, Arsh. Don't hesitate." 

"Please forgive me in advance if it makes you feel bad..."

"Why are you being so formal, Arsh?" He placed a hand on my cheek. "You can ask me for anything."

Just rip the Band-Aid off, Arshiya. "Shahzaib Bhai is a very good friend of yours, right?" 

"Yeah, he..." Realisation dawned on me, and when he looked at me, I felt that there was a hint of betrayal in his eyes. Or maybe, I was being paranoid. "You want me to speak to him about your Baba's job?"

I couldn't even meet his gaze. If I looked at the situation in an unbiased way, no business would tolerate their employees slapping their customer. Especially when the customer was a powerful man like Adam. I would never normally side with the employee in a scenario like that.

"Some very important business clients were there, acquaintances, people who used to think that I have power and authority. They all witnessed it." His jaw clenched. "You want me to forgive that?" 

"I'm not asking you to forgive him, Adam. I'm just asking you to please save his job because for now, he's the sole breadwinner of the family, and my family would be ruined if he loses his job."

His expressions were hard rock now, no affection, no softness. "It's Shahzaib's business, and his decision. I'm going to let him decide what he wants. I'm not going to force him to employ someone who makes his business look bad."

You are a witch, Arshiya. You deserve all the pain in the world. "Please, Adam? For me?" I wasn't acting, nor was I exaggerating. My pain, my fear for my family's future was reflecting in my eyes; I could feel it. "My family will come on the streets."

He looked away, pursing his lips, but I could tell that he was starting to surrender to my request. He looked back at me. "This isn't right, Arshiya. First, they treat me like absolute sh*t, and then they use you to get me to help them?" 

"Adam..."

He walked back to the lounger and picked up his phone, tapping away on it, before holding it up to his area. "Shahzaib, it's Adam..." He walked away, speaking to him for a while. When the call ended, he tossed his phone on the lounger and walked back over to me. "Congratulations, Arshiya Farooqi. Farooqi sahab is keeping his job." He strode towards the villa.

"Adam!"

"I'm going to ask them to bring over the dinner." He said, stepping inside.

I turned my back to the villa, hating myself in that moment. What have I done? 

*

Qirat

"He's not firing me." Baba looked stunned. "He's going to keep me on a probation period."

"Alhumdulillah." Mama looked heavenward. "Ya Allah, tera lakh lakh shukar hai."

*"Oh Allah, I thank you endlessly."

I glared at Maya. She had called Arshiya and made her speak to Adam Bhai about this. Our father had assaulted him, humiliated him, and he had saved our father's job. 

But what did it cost Arshiya? I felt worried sick about my sister. 

"He said that I'm a hard worker, and he will give me one more chance." Baba explained. "I suppose working with dedication for decades pays off."

I grabbed my phone and messaged Arshiya.

<Qirat: Babe, you shouldn't have. You okay?>

She didn't reply, and my heart sank further and further with fear for my sister's happiness, for her mental health.

I felt so angry at my parents at that moment, that I blurted out. "Yeah, because it's a pure coincidence that your boss is good friends with Adam Bhai, you know, Arshiya's husband and your son-in-law, who has saved our backsides so many times already!"

"Qirat, don't be silly. In all that tension, why would he help us?" Mama said.

I gasped in disbelief. "EXACTLY WHAT WE'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU GUYS! He's helping because he's a good person! He's helping because he loves Arshiya unconditionally! BABA HUMILIATED HIM, SLAPPED HIM, AND HE STILL HELPED!"

"Your Baba has worked for his boss' father for decades. He has worked since the current boss was a kid." Mama said. "Old employees are appreciated..."

"I called Arshiya to ask Adam Bhai to speak to his friend about not firing Baba." Maya blurted out. "Adam Bhai is the reason you didn't get fired."

A shocked silence descended upon the room.

"At this rate, we're going to be buried under the weight of all the good things that he's been doing towards us." I said. "And how did we repay him in return?" I shook my head. "I hope you guys realise where you went wrong before it's too late."

*

Adam

"Adam?" 

I didn't glance up at her.

"Adam?" She patted my shoulder.

"What?" I looked up at her.

She held out a fresh rose that she had picked out from the vase left by the staff of the resort in which the villa was located. She looked genuinely apologetic. "Adam, I know it was selfish, but I had to do this, meri jaan. I didn't want to risk Baba's health, my family's homelessness." 

I turned away.

"I don't forgive them." She sat down beside me, placing her hand on my cheek to turn my face to face her. "I was thinking about my parents, my sisters. Baba is already worried about organising Qirat's and Maya's weddings. They're already struggling with the bills, for the most basic needs. If he lost his job..."

I felt myself melting.

"I don't love anyone more than I love you, and your self-respect is everything to me." She added. "I thought of their future. Doesn't mean that you matter any less to me." She paused. "They didn't call me to ask me to use you. Maya called me. She was worried, scared and she was crying. I thought about my sisters as well, Adam. Their futures too."

I silently pondered about the lengths I'd go to in order to protect Furqaan's future; in order to protect my family from a life of difficulties and trouble. That's what Arshiya had done; she had tried to protect her family's future. "Arsh, what if I'd refused to help today?" I looked at her expressions carefully. "Would you have forgiven me?" 

"Maafi ka to sawal wahan hota hai, jahan ilzaam hota hai. I wouldn't have blamed you, Adam." She spoke with her sincerity reflected in her eyes and in her voice.

*"The matter of forgiveness rises where there's blame."

I lay down with my head in her lap. She gently ran her fingers through my hair.

"Do you forgive me though, Adam?" Her tone betrayed her anxiety.

"I was irritated, Arsh, but in a twisted way I get why you did what you did. If I were in your place, I would have done the same for my brother's sake." I sat up again. "Shall we go for a swim? It's a beautiful, warm night, and we do have our very private infinite pool..."

She got up, her eyes brightening. To my surprise, she easily took the shirt off, revealing her murderously sexy figure in the bikini. "Last one in the pool is a chicken." She then ran.

"What?!" I laughed. "Are you serious?" I chased after her. By the time I got outside, I saw her hesitation on entering the pool. She was dipping her toe in. "Sorry, baby, I win this one." I dove in, causing a huge splash that soaked her.

"Cheater!"

"How am I cheating?" I surfaced, pushing back my hair. "You are the true chicken. You couldn't even dive in."

She sat down and hesitantly entered the pool, clutching onto the side. She looked around nervously, almost as if she had stepped into a volcano, rather than a pool.

I swam over to her. "Take my hands."

"No, it's fine. I'm nice and comfortable over here."

"Arsh, trust me." I held out my hands.

She placed one hand in mine, and then the other, gasping softly as her chin dipped slightly below surface at the movement. "Ahh!" 

"You're okay."

"Adam..." Her eyes widened.

"I got you. Don't worry." I wrapped an arm around her waist. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders. 

"In the two weeks that we're going to be here, I'll teach you swimming." I whispered, resting my forehead against hers.

She smiled softly, her cheeks turning pink.

"Palkon ke laike saaye, paas koi jo aaye. Lakh sambhalo pagal dil ko, dil dhadke hi jaaye..." I sang softly in her ears, just as she lifted up her gaze so that her hazel eyes focused on mine. Right there, in the pool, I lifted her hand up and twirled her around, so that her back was to me. Wrapping my arm around her, I placed my hand on her stomach, kissing her temple softly. "Oh, Arsh, you're going to be the death of me."

It was ironic how I said that, because in my world, those words could actually become true.

*

The next morning, I sat up in bed, yawning. I blinked repeatedly to get the sleep out of my eye, when a movement caught my attention. 

Right from where I sat, I could see outside on the patio deck. 

Wearing a long lemon-yellow and lime-green summer dress, Arshiya had her arms spread out, tilting her head back with her eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the morning sun. She spun around, to my surprise, the skirt of her dress flying around. Giggling to herself, she shook her head. 

And this is when I fell in love all over again.

She was dramatic, filmy, cute, adorable; she was my love, my wife. 

I got out of bed and walked over to the closed sliding door.

*

Arshiya

I was so happy, that I admit, that I acted too filmy.

I spun around, ensuring that the skirt of my dress spun around me. This would make a good slow-motion video. But I didn't film it. I was living in the moment, enjoying it, enjoying my life in the present.

Suddenly, I saw Adam on the other side of the door, dressed in nothing but low-rise boxers. 

Warmth spread across my cheeks, accompanied by a smile on my lips. I held up my hands, and using my thumbs and index fingers, I made a heart shape.

He hit a fist over his heart, acting like I'd wounded him.

I giggled and walked right over to the closed door, placing my hand on it. He raised his hand and placed it right by mine, on the other side of the glass. I then traced a heart shape on the glass and mouthed, "I love you."

"I love you too." He replied with an adoring smile.

Opening the door, I stepped inside. "Waise, gangster sahab, thoda filmy bana diya hai maine aapko."

*"Mr Gangster, I have made you a little filmy."

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I traced my fingers down from his forehead to his mouth, with him closing his eyes. 

"Meri kisi si baat se aap ko takleef pohanchi ho, to mujhe maaf kardena." I said. "Aapko main takleef dena ka kabhi soch bhi nahin sakti."

*"If anything I said or did hurt you, please forgive me for it."

"I cannot even think of ever hurting you."

"Tum dard bhi itne pyar se deti ho ke takleef nahin hoti." He smiled.

*"Even when you wound me, you do it so lovingly that I don't feel the pain."

"Adam, I mean it. If I ever hurt you..."

"You haven't, sweetheart." He chuckled almost humourlessly. "You're the one person in the whole universe who's never hurt me, Arsh."

I was surprised by such a vulnerable confession from him. "And I promise, that I'll try my best to never, ever hurt you."

"Hurt me? Meri jaan le logi apni in harkaton se." He kissed my forehead, then my cheeks. "Itni pyari harkatein."

*"You'll take my life with these actions."
"Such adorable actions."

"Aisi baatein na kiya karein, please. Allah aapko lambi zindagi de, sehat tandarusti de. Ameen." I pouted slightly.

*"Don't say things like that, please. May Allah give you a long life, and good health. Ameen."

He pulled away, the emotional moment over. "Order breakfast, sweetheart. I'm going for the morning routine." As he walked away, he laughed. "It's okay, you have the right to check out my a*s."

I blushed. "I wasn't!" But as he said those words, my gaze dropped down there. His boxers hung way too low on his hips. I turned around, resisting a small giggle. 

The man was an expert at making me blush and giggle, I swear.

Every moment, every day, I felt our relationship getting stronger and stronger, and I felt truly blessed. I will protect us, and I will protect our relationship, Adam. Yesterday was a bit of a hiccup, but I will not allow anything to destroy what we have. In Sha Allah.

People tend to underestimate me, but they should never underestimate my love for Adam Ahmer Awan.

*

The much awaited honeymoon period.

Did Arshiya do the right thing, or should she not have asked him?

Will her parents ever realise the error of their ways?

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