The preparations had started, all of the mansion workers were all busy working. The invitations were sent and already many congratulatory messeges were pouring in with bouquets of flowers. Many people were shocked at the sudden marriage of the eligible bachelor of the town.

Mava was happy. Atleast the purpose of her being in here was fulfilling. She would atleast have someone by her side now. She would not be alone in the world. She would be recognized as mrs zaviyar saleh. She had googled his name and he was everywhere in news but yes positively. He was a self made billionaire. He being one of the few muslims in America to conquer so much success. He was young and successful. Internally she had become proud of him and thought that the dangers he was talking about was because of his success, that where you have success, threats are a must. So for now he was not looking that bad to her.

Wearing a mustard shalwar kameez and securing her hair in a bin, she applied some good amount of makeup with dark red lipstick and headed out of her room. She needed to go shop for her wedding dress and other things.
Like all girls she had dreams of wearing some dreamy attire on her big day.
Jess however from the morning was no where to be seen and she really needed her help right now.

Anyways giving herself a last glance at the mirror she made her way out of her room to find jess but her steps halted near the study where the voices of mrs saleh and zaviyar along with some other men could be heard. The door was alittle open. They were talking something about jess which increased her curiosity.

"Mom jess was spreading out information silently, so I fired her and she is being taken care of so that rest of the staff can have a lesson."
Came out zaviyars dry voice  and mava's breath hitched. She had become quiet close to jess in this short amount of time. Jess did not seem this way and what care? What is he going to do with her. Lost in her thoughts she leaned on the door alittle more and it creaked.

"Miss sikander! Stop eavedropping!" Came zaviyars authoritive voice and she shut her eyes in embarassment.
Argh she was caught!

"Mava come inside daughter."
Mrs saleh had called her inside and having no way out she stepped inside the study, which was his little office it seemed with oak wood furniture and books all around. It seemed royal.

Looking around and having a great view of the room her eyes landed on zaviyar. He was glaring at her.
With his two fingers he gestured the other men to leave and they all left instantly leaving mrs saleh, zaviya and mava in the study.

"Jess in gone my daughter but I will replace her with someone else very soon. I know you will be needing help and after marriage alot more. " Mrs saleh said lovingly to her and she nodded smiling, all the while her eyes glued to Mr zaviyar.

"Any problem miss mava?" He asked furring his brows.

"Apne jess ko kuch nahi karna. Koi torture kuch bhi nahi. Main apki batain sun rahi thee." Gathering courage she voiced out.

"She was a whisle blower, and they need lessons for messing up! . Wo mere opponents se mili hui thee." Gritting his teeth he tried explaining her. Mava was too naive to his liking.

"Its clearly your fault." He was shocked to hear her words further.

"What?" He asked astonished at her accusations.

"You were not paying her enough! Paiso kay liye hi kiya hoga na usne. Aur kiya maqsad hoga bechari ka. Itni achi to thee. Thori tankha barha dete uski. kanjoos kahin kay."
She had said so innocently that he burst into laughter and mrs saleh smiled seeing him smile and laugh after long.

"Yeah right!, Sara bank balance utha kay apki jess madam ko de dete hain or khud bhooke marjatay. Per yaad rakhna jo cheaters or disloyal hotay hain wo humesha wese hi rehte hain."
Controlling his laugh he mocked her and she stood still making faces.

"Nonsense!" Muttering this he left the study and she slumped on the couch making a pout.

"Aunty, what is wrong with him? Karwa karela!" She said muttering the last word in her heart.

"All is wrong mava, you gotta mend it." Sighing mrs saleh said and held her hands in hers and mava looked at her confused.

"I am glad I got a daughter in you mava.I always wanted one and you are a lovely girl. Dont pay heed to his words, he himself is nonsense. " smiling mrs saleh said.

"And I got a mother in you, you are so like aiza chachi. She used to always save me from my stepmoms wrath though she had to bare taunts because of me." Controlling her tears mava said recalling her bad memories and missing aiza chachi, her mother like figure.

"Was it really that bad back there?" Mrs saleh asked patting her head and she only nodded in a yes. She was unable to speak.

"I am sorry my daughter I couldent call you earlier. You see how zavi is always busy down here and I just couldent call you here for nothing when I myself was really sick. I couldent even talk to you on phone because I was mostly hospitalized in the years back." Hugging mava mrs saleh had said.

"Its okay aunty, its not your fault. You have only been nice to me." Smiling she said and pushed back her tears.

"Mava he is not as tough and rude as he looks or pretends to be. He just got into bad hands and some messy works. After I die, try keeping him intact for my sake and never leave him. Take care of him mava, please. Promise me my daughter" Bursting into tears mrs saleh said in her weak trembling voice.

"Aunty I will never leave him, thats my promise to you. But why are you saying this? You will live long enough and guide me." Mava said smiling amd gently wiping off mrs salehs tears.

"Thanks love but be prepared for anything. I might not live too long. I am fighting cancer from years." Mrs saleh had said and mava's breath hitched, tears out already.

"All will be fine." Squeezing her old hands with her cold soft hands mava said between sobs praying in her heart for this loving lady's long life.
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"What am I hearing mr saleh?" Beth had caught him midway.

"Who are you marrying? Who in manhatten is better than me?" She asked with rage boiling in her eyes.

"My father wanted me to marry her beth, I utterly have no choice but to fulfil a dead mans wish. And I had never promised a thing to you. I suggest you move on." Saying this he got rid of her grip and moved away.

"You will regret this!" Beth had yelled from behind but he ignored. He was fully prepared for all this shit and right now he had also to face mr usuv.

"You tend to hide alot of things from your old GP these days son!" Mr usuv taunted showing him the tabloids where the news of zaviyars marriage were circulating.

"I could not just break news untill everything was official." Zaviyar said sighing.

"And what were you thinking when you thaught you could marry at this stage of life?. We are stuck up in some fucking mess and you think of marriage? Mr usuv roared like a wounded lion.

"I am not denying clearing out the mess or abandoning you all!" Zaviyar said trying to stay cool and calm.

"And who is the girl? Is she yhe same guest you hid from me?" Mr usuv said.

"Yes I hid her but you spied on me, you paid people to get news out of my house? How civil is that GP?. Plus you got to know about her because I wanted you to know it otherwise you know how much I am capable of keeping secrets and hiding things." Zaviyar said loudly, leaving mr usuv speechless.

"But I thought beth would have been the best for you. You are both in the same field, then from where did this anonymous girl come out? If not beth than you should have atleast married any celebrity or rich girl of New York city, fathers here would have died to hand them over to you, what a loss!"
Mr usuv mocked and zaviyar frowned. He was starting to get a headache now.

"Beth and I are not in the same field GP. I am a ceo of a well reputed company in NYC. I only have stepped into this shit to help you out! Remember that and as far as the girl is concerned, I would reject a million rich girls and celebrities to marry her!"
Saying this he was out of there slamming doors behind.
He knew he had to face more shit from these people but he was helpless. He had to silently play the role until his work had been done.
Heading home he said salam to mother and went into his room to shower and relax.
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Mava was restlessly pacing around her room. It was unbelievable that tommorow was her ruksati, her reception. She was about to move in with mr zaviyar saleh and would be recognised as his betterhalf everywhere.
She was half nervous and half excited and in this excitement she had forgotten she still had to buy a dress for the reception and mrs saleh had told her to go with zaviyar and buy jewellery and many dresses including the wedding one.

Getting excited she exited her room walking fast She straightly barged right into zaviyas room, but regretted it the next instant.
He stood near his bed half naked, he was shirtless, shirtless! .  He seemed astonished and shocked at her entering so suddenly into his room for the first time ever and that too without bothering to knock.
While her eyes seemed to stop right at his broad hairless strong chest.
She breathed in and blinked several times trying to avert her eyes and he smirked sarcasticaly .

"What miss mava? Why are you here without knocking and what do you want? " he asked cocking his brows up, walking towards her.

"A,aunt zaynab told me that I had to ask you before going out and I am in dire need of clothes for the occasion tommorow. I need you to take me and buy me clothess" stuttering she said.

"You can ask workers to get the dresses for you." He said again walking closer to her and getting nervous she took a step backward but her back had hit the wall.

"Its my wedding reception, I want to choose the dress myself, its, its special, dont you know it? " trembling with fear she said.

"Oh really, how special?? Miss mava." He had invaded her personal space, caging her between his arms and the wall and his proximity was making her shiver. His strong masculine smell invading her senses.
She had to admit, He was hotter from close. His steel like body was melting her. Her hormones suddenly playing dangerous games with her.

"Its mrs. Or ap door hoker baat karen mujhse." Swallowing hard she barely uttered the words puting emphasis on mrs and he had a hard time controlling his smile.
Trying to move him away she pushed him with her little soft hands but instead her hands had touched his body. Her soft hands against his hard steel abs. It was a wierd combo but he liked it. Suppressing his groan he thought of teasing this little tigress who was slaying in yellow with red painted lips.

"Oh really, I thought you like to be called miss. Aur door main kiun hoo jab kay tum ayee thee mere pas miss mava."
He said raising his brow and smiled.
His fingers brushing her cheeks, softly trailing down and all the redness creeped up her face. Her breath had hitched and butterflies errupting in her stomach just by his mere touch.

"Aj thaka hua hoon, kal subah jaaker le ayengay sab, function to sham ka hai na." Moving closer he whispered in her ear and moved back making her breath uneven.

"A, acha. Sorry to disturb you ." Stuttering she said and moved towards the door. She knew her face must be flushed.

"Kal aise hi tayar rehna, achi lag rahi theen." Exiting his room she sweared she heard him say this in his husky voice.
Smiling she rushed towards her room .

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Hey guysss a rather long chapter....

Tell me which part did you like the most??

Mava defending jess was funny right  

And our mr hot zavi is invading mrs mava's heart now... wow  .

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Mujhe to mava and mrs saleh ki convo bhtttt achi lagee...apko???

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