Warning: This chapter may contain sexual content.

And it's unedited (you might cringe at some parts).

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Abraar Khan, a messiah to his people, truly cared for them. He had no family of his own, the villagers stood for him, loved and looked up to him. Rabiah the widow, was almost like a mother to him. His people were his to protect, the village was their home, and he wouldn't let anyone take that away from them. He couldn't let them down, Mirs were like ticking bombs. Although he was the one who had begun the game, they had tried countless times to raid the village. To take advantage of the villager's vulnerability, Abraar Khan had two hundred people to protect.

Two hundred people depended on him, and he couldn't let them down.

He played with the ring in his hand, the one his father had given to Miraal. Now standing in the graveyard he couldn't help but question his father, it was dark almost midnight, but he didn't care about the time as he sat near the grave and softy questioned his father.

"Kyun Abbu? Kyu?" He uttered silently under his breath, the wind caressed his face making his flick fall on his forehead. His eyes were red, the pain in his words, in his heart evident.

He had never felt this guilty, she hadn't thought twice before saying yes to his proposal. She trusted him, respected him for being a people's man, for being a kind-hearted soul.

She loved him...

He was using her to lure the Mirs into his trap, the ring that his father had given her, he had taken it away. Saira didn't deserve to wear his mother's ring, hell she didn't deserve to marry him.

But Miraal had no idea that she was Saira, that she was the daughter of the man he hated.

"Aap chahtey they na k mai badla lu, ke m Mir ki puri nasl khatam kardu. Mai karunga, Saira ko mere naam ki anghoti pehnakar shayad aap meri madad karna chahtey they... so that I can use her to reach the Mirs", he whispered the fire in his eyes burned as he stood up patting the mud away from his pant.

He made up his mind, he made his choice. Choosing his revenge, his maqsad that his father had infused within him. He was Khan first, the messiah of his people and the mafia for the Mirs.

He sat in the car and started travelling making his way through the empty roads now devising a plan. At the early dawn, he reached Sultana's abode, and the woman welcomed him merrily.

"Kitne arse baad mere ghar aaye ho, Chai Parantha khaaney aaye hona?" Sultana asked with a motherly smile on her face, he nodded his head with a warm smile of his own as he took a seat.

As a kid whenever Mukhtar Khan went for a panchayat meeting, he would drop Abraar at Sultana's house. Abraar loved to play hide and seek in her small house and enjoy the food made by her, he loved how she pampered him. At one point he had started calling her Ammi like her daughters did but eventually, he realised she couldn't be his mother. She was tender and loving, but he could never experience the love of his mother like the kids his age did.

"Murtu", Sultana called him suddenly making his ears perk up, the name his mother called him with.

"Lassi lega kya?" She asked, he nodded his eyes casting down as he relived through the trauma. His hands quivered as Sultana placed the plate on the table and joined him. He sat there unmoving making her sigh, "Mai khilau kya bachpan ki tarah?"

He looked up and laughed, "Mai khaalunga... tab bohot chota tha mai. Aur kamzor"

He had stopped eating after his mother had passed away, Mukhtar Khan had grown tired of his tantrums so he had left him at Sultana's house for a few days as he grieved.

Sultana gave him a look, "Kuch bhi, mera beta kabhi kamzor nahi tha", she patted on his back beckoning him to eat. He ate and relished the food, as he asked her, "Aap kya karti hai aajkal, kahani sunati hai kya abhi bhi?"

"Tumhari hi kahaniyan sunati hu m, aajkal bacchon ko", she replied while sipping her morning tea.

"Mere baarey m? Kyun?" He laughed, Sultana was famous for her stories. If he wanted to pass on a rumour she would be the one to help him, previously the one about Saira being alive was spread by her help.

"Khan Abraar Khan se acchi kiski kahani hogi?" She boasted proudly, "Aur bacchey toh purey din yahi zidd m rehte hai k Khan ki kahani sunao"

"Accha..."

He was popular, well-loved by his people, and not without a reason. He had sacrificed a lot for them, and stood by them and in return they had considered him their family.

He was the Khan, not a mere feudal lord but a messiah.

"Aaj ek nayi kahani sunadey", he started exposing his ring to her, "Mai nikkah karrha"

The woman gasped, "Kab?" Her excitement was visible as she brought out a hundred rupees note from the knot in her dupatta and handed him.

"Sadqah utardena beta apne naam ka"

The love in her eyes as she congratulated him made him emotional. Most of the people here loved him, they deserved to live in peace and not the constant attacks.

"Agar Muneeba aaj zinda rehti toh pura gao saja deti", she uttered sadly, her eyes gazing at him with humdardi, "Gao m ye khabar phelaani hai kya?"

"Nahi... bas aapko batane aaya hu. Thode din m khat likhunga tab ye khabar phelayega. Abhi kisiko mat batayega.?" He requested her, she agreed and they quietly had their breakfast.

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Brown eyes lined with kohl, bright red lipstick and glittery eye shadow that made her doe eyes pop. Miraal was dressed in a pink lehenga, the nikkah was small-scale, and she liked it this way. Miraal was a little emotional as Zubiya got her ready, "Tumharey Baba tumhe aise dekh kar bohot khush hotey Miraal",

Her eyes teared up as Zubiya wiped it and hugged her, "Chalo ro lo acchese", she consoled patting her back. Miraal was happy but felt apprehensive suddenly, "Mujhe darr lagraha Zubiya..."

"Kis baat se?" Zubiya asked, Miraal still remembered the glint in his eyes that had transformed, was it just her imagination or was he glaring at her?

"Mai jald baazi me koi galti toh nahi kar rahi?" She asked her eyes begging Zubiya to clear all her doubts. Zubiya sighed and asked her, "Mohabbat karti ho Abraar se?"

"Haan..."

"Khan mohabbat karte h kya tumse?" She thought about it and replied, "Kal idhar kiya tha unhoney"

"Toh darr kyun rahi ho?" Zubiya wiped away the tears cheering her up till the qaazi came. Her lehenga brought by Abraar, was beautiful and elegant suiting her perfectly. The ghungat was translucent, her eyes were visible. Zubiya noticed the apprehension in her eyes and jokingly whispered, "Miraal zyaada darr laga toh bhaag jaana, ab toh ghar haina"

They were waiting, Miraal sat on the bed that her father used to sit on feeling his blessing on her, a long time passed it was almost eight and Abraar was yet to arrive.

Miraal was feeling anxious, what if he backed out? She was biting her nails, she quickly went to the terrace to calm herself down. Lowering the veil, she looked around, she could see her garden from here.

The same place where her father had made flowers for her, and yesterday Abraar did the same. Maybe that made her agree so fast, she was in love with him.

He had stolen her heart, and Miraal had never believed that love existed. She saw it as a trade, she believed people were attracted to those who offered them with some benefit. But Khan had no benefit when it came to her, he had always helped her. Even when he had no idea who she was, he had consoled her on her father's grave. Abraar Khan was a man of his word, she believed him when he said he loved her.

She loved him too. As she nervously waited, she saw his car stopping near her house. Out of habit, Abraar looked up and he saw his beautiful bride standing on the rooftop, her favourite place. He saw the relieved look in her eyes and the beautiful smile spread on her face as she waved at him.

Abraar wore his pag, a white kurta that fit him perfectly emphasizing his built body. The surma in his eyes made them appear almost grey from afar, she looked ethereal, the nath covered her lips the jhoomer and maang tika made her look like a princess.

His Khaani.

Miraal walked down the chath and asked Zubiya to open the door, her excitement was bubbling, he looked like a prince.

Has a man as lovely as him existed? The roses were the most gorgeous flower of all, and her father had chosen a man for her who was lovelier than any person she had met. His dark black hair narrated a story of their own, as the flicks landed on his it gave him an almost innocent look. But when they were gelled back he looked like the godfather, his lips were a reflection of lotus...

She stopped thinking about him before her thoughts turned more wild.

"Acche dikh rahey na Abraar bhai?" Zubiya teased as she found her peaking at him, Miraal's cheeks flushed but she nodded, "Apni qismat par yaqeen nahi aarha", Miraal whispered.

"Darr khatam hogya?"

Miraal giggled as she sat infront of the mirror, letting Zubiya set her ghungat.

"Waise tum bhi behadd haseen lag rahi ho", Zubiya complimented.

"Tum do minute baitho m tumhare bags gaadi m rakhwa deti hu"

After Zubiya left Miraal gave one glance at the room, feeling emotional once again.

"Yaar tumne phirse rona start kardiya", she wiped away her tears as Miraal apologised. She hadn't messed up her makeup but she still felt guilty, her life with Zubiya too was going on well. Miraal enjoyed Zubiya's company, she had gotten close to her like an actual sister.

"Zubiya tumhari yaad aayegi mujhe", Miraal confessed as she set her lehenga, helping her wear the heel.

"Tum isliye ro rahi ho? Mai aaongi tumse milne, aur tum yaha aana", she consoled her, Zubiya had promised Miraal to take care of the rose garden and the house. But Miraal could imagine how lonely it would be by herself, "Tum humarey saath aajao Zubiya"

Zubiya started laughing, "Kabab m haddi banney ka koi shauq nahi mujhe", she taunted and finally the bride exited the room with Zubiya's help.

Her ghoongat was long, it was night so she needed Zubiya's help. She was helped to sit down beside Abraar, the qazi started the niqah soon, "Allah o akbar! Do you Miraal bin Haroon Qureshi take Abraar bin Mukhtar Khan as your lawfully wedded husband on account of ten lakh?"

Through the veil she glanced at Abraar, he was staring ahead. There was a look of guilt in his eyes, the same his father had when he had slid the ring on her finger. Feeling her gaze on him he turned towards her, and passed her a reassuring smile.

"Qubool hai"

The nikkah was finalised after his agreement, Miraal was helped into the car and Zubiya bid her goodbye standing at the door in her beautiful Anarkali.

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The car ride was silent, there was just the sound of their breathing and the wind rolling through the window. Miraal had abandoned the veil long ago, it was suffocating and weird, the black chadar was resting on her shoulder. She was dozing off, her mouth wide open as she leaned on the window.

A speed breaker made the car jolt, and Miraal, whose head was about to collide with the headboard was caught, her eyes flew open as Abraar wrapped his arms around back and pulled her so her head rested on his shoulder.

She could smell the itr from this close, it tickled her nose. His strong arms were loose around her as he held her, her lips curved up as she saw the frown on his face.

His ears were flushed red, her proximity was affecting him. She was his wife, and the word 'wife' itself send shivers down his spine. He could feel her breathing in his ear, making goosebumps rise on his neck. He wanted to push her off for a second but gave it a second thought. His mind and heart were at war, his instincts had led him to protect her from the collision.

He felt her gaze on him, it made him frown, she was admiring him. A smile was spread on her face as she closed her eyes. As she did, he admired her beautiful face from close, she looked mesmerising. Her eyes were swollen from crying slightly, and he wondered if this was because of him. He felt a pang in his heart, his heart ached, he had to distance himself from her. He was melting, he loved this woman, and her presence affected him.

He was weakening, her beauty, her mesmerising aura was pulling him in and he felt his strong resolve breaking. The car soon stopped near a mansion, he called her name, "Miraal?" He whispered her name.

She drowsily backed away and looked ahead, they were not in the haveli. This wasn't the village, she gave him a questioning look.

"Tumhara college haina yaha, toh maine ye haveli khareedli taakey tumhe aaney jaaney m aasani ho", he replied, not making eye contact with her. Her eyes played with his emotions, it made him lose control over his resolve. He was weak under her spell.

"Andar chaley?" She asked, she noticed his shyness, Miraal wanted to tease him. So she placed her henna clad hand in his, he entwined them out of habit, "I won't enter on my own"

She teased and leaned back on the seat, Bakhtu exited the car as Abraar gave her a questioning look.

She sighed, "Mai chal kar nahi jaongi, you have to carry me inside", she declared folding her hands across her chest.

"Really?" He asked, as he unconsciously tried to weigh her down. To intimidate her into walking on her own but Miraal didn't relent.

A few minutes passed and he finally gave in, opening the door from her side, he lifted her. Realising how light she weighed, she was delicate, her hands wrapped around his neck as he saw the happiness on her face.

As he entered the large mansion, Miraal saw a chandelier that hung in the centre, it was beautiful. He let her down as she admired the beautiful mansion.

"Ye ghar bohot khoobsurat hai", she exclaimed awed at how beautifully it was decorated.

A servant came forward to help Miraal with her lehenga, and Abraar followed behind her as she was directed into the room. Another servant carried her luggage up to her room, the room was decorated with rose petals.

The woman helped her settle down, and left soon after. They were left alone, Miraal had adjusted the ghungat on her head so it covered her face.

On que, Abraar opened the drawer and removed a box. He lowered the veil, and his bride gave him a beautiful smile and forwarded her hand realising it was a bracelet.

He wanted to press a kiss on her wrist, on the birthmark. Her smile was beautiful, her pink lips were...

Abraar stopped thinking right there sat on the bed and took her wrist, before he could tie it around her wrist she stopped him.

"Kuch acchi baat boley, meri taarif karein fir pehnayega", her standards were too high, and she wouldn't settle for less.

Abraar smiled playfully and agreed, "Miraal, I have never met someone so strong yet gentle, someone who sees beauty in simplicity and finds their joy even in moments of sadness", he truly confessed his actual thoughts.

It was a moment of weakness, as he gazed at her as he wrapped the bracelet around her wrist Miraal pulled him gently towards her. Her eyes on his lips, he felt like a prey as she licked her lips.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked looking for his consent, he bit his lips and then marvelled at how adorable she looked even when she eyed him like a predator.

Was he going crazy?

He could smell her perfume, her hand held his collar gently as she tried to read his eyes.

Instead of answering, he removed the nath that covered her lips and the huge earrings. She gasped as he pulled at the maang teeka not knowing there were a bunch of clips that pulled out some of her hair.

He apologised realising it and let her remove it on her own. Miraal felt lighter after all the jewelary were removed, she discarded the veil and stood on her knees increasing her height, towering over him.

Her hands wrapped around his neck the second time, as she brought her lips closer to his. She closed her eyes as their lips touched, their lips were merely touching unmoving it felt tense when Abraar groaned suddenly and pushed her back, making her fall with him on the bed, his hand behind her head as he stared at her.

She was playing with fire, and she knew it. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and then another just beside her lips making goosebumps rise on it.

Miraal watched as he tried pressing his lips against hers. The hesitation in his eyes was washed away as the gentle touching soon turned into nibbling. He nibbled on her lower lip making her gasp, her lips parted and he drove his tongue inside. Because it was his first kiss, and her mouth was deliciously sweet, almost addicting he lost control over his own resolve, at that moment he forgot everything.

He pressed her body closer to his, her dupatta was discarded long ago. He gripped at her waist, Miraal's hands pulled at his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her lips. He didn't realise how long he had kissed her until she tried to push him away, gasping for her breath. He pulled away and stared at her gorgeous eyes dazed, his eyes went to her cleavage and he captured her lips again in a long sensual kiss. Miraal pulled him closer encouraging him with a lovely moan, it was getting hotter and when he was about to lose control he felt the cold ring in her hand on his cheek.

Realisation hit him...

He cursed mentally, detaching himself from her, he was disgusted by himself. By his lack of self control, he stood up and left the room adruptly, leaving his bride confused and upset.

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I hope you liked the chapter coz it took me five days to write this one...

Wish me at 12 am (finally 20) I can finally read all the 21+ stories and maybe write some... hopefully.