Ziya Baig didn't wish to marry that arrogant asshole. His arrogance had reached heights; the two shared nothing in common besides their last name. Throughout her existence, she was groomed to be the trophy wife to that discourteous man. Having a void in her entity, Ziya's despondency amplified as she grew up.

Her cousins teased her for no reason, and that bothered her. Ziya and him, who shall not be named, were cousins. In addition, their mothers were childhood best friends who promised their firstborns to marry each other.

"I can't describe how happy I am. They are going to be here with us in a few days." Safiha chuckled. The two best friends, now sisters-in-law, were pregnant simultaneously.

Their family has wholeheartedly accepted their decisions, and the little girl was engaged to him before she was even born.

Ayan Baig and Ryan Baig were born within the gap of three days. Maya promised that they would marry her off to Ryan when she had a daughter.

Two years forward to the birth of the boys, Their grandfather fell ill and passed away in his sleep. The two boys, attached to the hip with their grandfather, went gloomy.

The happiness of the Baig family was swept away until the birth of Little Princess. She was the apple of everybody's eye. The beautiful girl was the fortune of the Baig family. She was their little sunshine; ZIYA- light.

Her blue eyes were enchanting; their swirls of oceanic waves were alluring like honey to bees. They were cold, the calm before the storm. It was a sickening blue that pierced through his soul.

"No, you cannot play with her," he grumbled, pushing his hand far away.

"I will. She is my sister. My ziya." Ayan, three days older than the cantankerous boy beside him, bit back.

"But Mama said she is mine," he whined. Stomping his foot, he marched towards his chachi(aunt) and mama. "Mama, you said Zee is mine."

The ladies in their mid-twenties smiled, "Yes, Meri Jaan, she is yours, but not now. One day." his mother assured him cheekily, suppressing the grin while caressing his cheek.

(Yes, my dear, she's yours, but not now.)

The view of anyone else holding her hand gave him an ache; he couldn't bear the sight of someone other than him being affectionate with her. He was one hell of a possessive at the age of four. He fumed at his mother before running towards the siblings.

"No. She is mine. Only I will play with her." he protested, pushing Ayan out of his way before plunging towards the little sparkle.

"Hey, Zee." he smiled before kissing her nose and pinching her cheeks. A beetroot blush mushroomed her cheeks before a sharp cry echoed throughout the room. Shoving the kid back in the crib, he ran away from her shrieks. Ryan never played with his zee again.

Ziya despised the idea of arranged marriage. She wanted to find her love; and feel the butterflies and fireworks. Ziya was waiting for her graduation to complete so she could run far away from this place.

At twenty, ziya was in her third year of graduation, majoring in Economics. Ziya didn't want to settle into a marriage with him. Her family was rooted in an affluent city in Canada and was exceptionally rich. They were the epitome of the image of prestige and sophistication. Considering their wealth, No woman in their household has gone out to work.

The women of the Baig family were far more educated than the men. Stocked in piles somewhere deep in their closets, the top-notch college degrees were put to no good use.

Ziya chose not to have that life. While everything was served on a gold platter, Ziya and her cousins never faced the wrath of poverty and hunger; the word hardship almost sounded strange on their tongues.

Ziya had the letter in her hand addressed to her confirmation for her job as a Financial risk analyst a few towns away. She pressed the letter close to her chest, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

The job paid well, not enough to afford all those high-end designer clothes, but ample to support her. The job was not the only reason to leave; he was. That's when a ping alerted her of a text.

Ziya didn't sleep a wink that night. Her heartbeat raced at the mere thought of leaving her mama behind. But Daanish was the one she wanted; he was her future.

The future promised them happiness; He was the man she wanted to weave a relationship with, to build a home with beautiful children. Even if it meant to leave this place, she would do it.

Ziya was a nervous wreck when the clock struck 8 in the morning. She had shrewdly packed her bags and stored them in a car parked a few blocks away.

Feeling emotions brimming up with intensity, she felt fear crawling up. Being the eldest daughter of the Baig family, Ziya was sinning, tarnishing the name of the Baig family.

Her family would never accept Danish; Heck, she was hitched to Ryan fucking Baig before she was even conceived. Daanish was not as privileged as them, but he had enough love for them to last a lifetime.

"Mama, I love you," she murmured, nuzzling into her mother's arms, tears running down her apple cheeks.

She was soaking up the warmth of her mother for one last time. She pecked her cheeks before gulping the tears back.

"Ziyaa, is everything fine? You know you can always share with me if something is bothering you. I am your mother, beta." her mother kissed her forehead, worry laced her voice.

"Arey mama, aap pareshan na ho. I am fine. Take care, and please take your medicine on time."

(Don't worry, mother, I am fine.)

Little did her mother know she would embrace her daughters for the last time. Murmuring a, I love you too; her mother let the sinking feeling engulf her.

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Ziya didn't look back when she sat in his car that evening. She remembered saying those words.

Qubool hai.

Their relationship was now halal; they were together and married. Ziya has eloped from the life of wealth to be with him. To be his, to love and cherish him in all his misery and pain.

Danish,

She met him in college. He was one of a charmer, with blue eyes and chocolate curls. There was nothing that didn't fascinate her; it was love at first sight for Ziya.

The two have been together since Danish lost his parents in a car crash. The poor boy has suffered plenty, and Ziya was his support system.

She was the girl of his dreams and the love of his life; she was his harbor, the place he wanted to come back after home, the girl his children could say mama to; he wanted her like oxygen.

Danish was less elite than Baigs, and even though money didn't matter to Ziya, her family portrayed a different story. The fact that any of their daughters has a lover would be a defame to their family name. Secondly, Ziya, who was already engaged to him, had an affair, which would be a horror story.

Ziya always thought that her mother loved him more than herself; Ziya was made for him; she was born for him.

Ziya's life should revolve around him; her day should begin with him and end with him. It didn't; Ziya wanted nothing like that.

She yearned for freedom, and in her delusional world, Danish was the man who vowed her liberty. If only she knew how wrong she was.

Contradictory to every definition of love, signed the deal with the devil.

He ruined her, wrecked her.

I don't know how many of you remember this book. I will be editing this thoroughly, stay tuned.

lots of love xx