It was midnight, the darkness was almost absolute, only a smattering of luminous stars scattered the inky rich sky. Even the moon had waned to almost nothing.

Dina Farooqi , was all set to run away. She had done foolproof planning and there were no loopholes to it except one; Yaseen Hamidi.

She was a little anxious since her whole plan was built around that useless ball of horse poop.

She slipped out from her house, as silence marred it's every corner.
Rahim Chacha; the watchman was snoring away like his life depended on it, while his cat; billo rani kept meowing and hissing upon seeing her.

After safely exiting the premises of her house, she sighed in relief. She tucked her head inside her One Direction hoodie and walked towards her next destination; Hamidi Villa.

Never in a million years, would have Dina imagined herself to be doing such a ridiculous thing.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures.

Tomorrow was her nikkah to Zeeshan Abdullah, and that was precisely the reason for her abrupt departure.

Zeeshan Abdullah, was a decent guy to say the least. An opthamatholgist by profession , who loved speaking in dad puns. He was pretty average by looks too, nothing special. From, the few times Dina had seen him, he only wore his pearly white lab coat and oiled hair to one side.

Marrying him wasn't a problem for her. She knew she had to settle down one day. But, not so soon. She still hadn't finished her college. Yet, her mother seemed too adamant to even consider her choices.

Dina could quote the exact words said by her mother dearest.

"We won't find a better proposal later, Zeeshan is in demand, since, he is a doctor. His mother told me a lot of rishtas have come for him."

Dina could only scoff at her mother's choice of words. It had seemed as if Zeeshan was a product on sale.

Dina frowned upon reaching the Hamidi Villa. Outside the Villa stood Yaseen Hamidi, who was seated on two huge blue suitcases. His eyes cladded with sunglasses as he was scrolling through his phone.

Stray dogs were barking at him, but that fancy boy seemed to not mind one bit. Yaseen Hamidi was not only quite desired in the female population but also amongst dogs.

Marching towards him Dina kicked away the suitcases he was sitting on causing Yaseen to fall straight to the ground, yelling in pain.

"Yaseen!" Dina snarled, "Have you packed for the entire village?!"

Yaseen glared at her , fixing his shades .
"Pagal aurat." He mumbled getting up.

"Answer me you, freaking jaahil."

"I haven't even packed half of my stuff. Stop insulting my feelings." Yaseen pouted , picking up his suitcases.

Dina rubbed her forehead in frustration, this night was going to be really long.

"Alright, where is the rented car? You ordered it didn't you?"

Yaseen remained mute, only glaring at her.

"Why are you glaring at me, Yaseen?" Dina sighed.

"I am hoping you will spontaneously combust." He answered mockingly.

Dina was about to burst out from anger when an orange Volkswagon microbus pulled up in front of them.

Yaseen jumped beside her like an over excited teenage girl, as a man exited the van. He was dressed in a two peice woolen suit. His salt and pepper hair trimmed to perfection.

"Momin Bhai!" Yaseen exclaimed, throwing his arms around the man.

"Oye Yaseen!" The man replied, with matching enthusiasm.

Dina could only eye the scene motionless.

"Yaseen! We have to leave. Where is the car?!" Dina nudged Yaseen getting impatient, as he retreated from the hug.

"We are going with Momin Bhai! Isn't that amazing?!" Yaseen replied grinning.

"What?!" Dina said looking horrified . "We are going in this khatara?! "

( Piece of junk?! )

Just as these words left her mouth the man ; Momin Bhai yelled out loud. His eyes raging like a bull .

"How dare you?! Meri Gul-e-Rana ko tumne khatara kaha!"

( You called my Gul-e-Rana a piece of junk! )

Dina frowned, "Gul-e-Rana?"

"Yaseen! I am leaving. Meri Jaan ki esi tauheen me bardasht nahi kar sakta." Momin Bhai screamed turning around to leave.

( I can't tolerate someone insulting, my darling )

Yaseen scurried towards him, pulling him back.

"She will apologize to, Gul-e-Rana. Dina will apologize right now. Bacchi hai na usko pata nahi hai." Yaseen coaxed .

( She is a kid , she doesn't know )

Momin Bhai nodded his head looking at Dina expectantly, who still seemed clueless.

"Dina! Chalo sorry bolo." Yaseen smiled nervously .

( Come-on apologize )

"Why?"

"Yaseen!" Momin bhai, snarled feeling insulted.

"Meri maa, bol do na" Yaseen begged.

( My mother , please apologize .)

"Sorry, Momin Bhai" Dina mumbled, frowning.

"Mujhe nahi, Gul-e-Rana ko kaho" The man said dismissively, pointing towards the orange van.

That is when Dina realized who Gul-e-Rana actually was.

Glaring towards Yaseen, she mumbled a similar apology to the piece of metal.

Satisfied, Momin Bhai smiled sitting inside the van; Gul-e-Rana, as he started cleaning the windshield with utmost care.

"YASEEN!" Dina whisper yelled.

" Please don't address Gul-e-Rana as anything but her name. Momin Bhai is very sensitive when it comes to her." Saying this Yaseen ran inside the van.

At this moment , Dina was contemplating her life choice. She still had time, no one would've noticed she was missing. She could just run back home and slip inside her warm blanke . The worst could be her nikkah to Zeeshan Abdullah.

"Oye ladki!" Momin Bhai called out from inside the van.

It's now or never.

Dina got inside the van shaking away all her thoughts.

"So? Where to?" Momin Bhai, questioned from the driver's seat while Yaseen was taking selfies in the shot gun.

"Please take us to the masjid in the outskirts of the town."

Momin Bhai, nodded his head, smacking Yaseen on the back causing him to jerk up nervously.

"Chalo tum dono ko me jannat ki sawari karwaata hu." Momin Bhai exclaimed as the van started moving.

( Come on, I will give you both a ride of heaven. )

Dina could only imagine this jannat to be the closest thing to jahannum.

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a/n

Hello guys!

I am extremely sorry for those of you who have any confusion. I actually changed the storyline a little bit to fit my preference, so the first draft to this chapter that was published previously is not valid. This is going to be the main draft.

If you have any queries feel free to approach me in the comments.

I have a lot planned up, so stay tuned.

Also momin bhai when somebody insults his Gul-e-Rana ↓

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~ flawfully