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main raaz tujhse kahun humraz ban ja zara
karni hai kuch guftgu alfaaz ban ja zara
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The night held a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety, Anabiya could feel her own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark that had faded a lot time back seemed to have redeemed itself painfully.

Sitting on the pavement that bordered the threshold of the Yas beach Island, bare feet touching the rogue coarse sand as the salty wind danced past her blowing hijab, Anabiya nibbled on the rubbery crust of her pizza slice. Her blurry vision had finally cleared up from all the tears that it had shed, as she gazed far ahead into the huge water body. The moon shone on the vast landscape like a satiny hue from heaven.

Suddenly she felt a familiar body plunk itself down beside her as an icecream cone came into her vision.

"Sorry, only the Turkish icecream guy was there. He was playing that stupid game where the customer has to catch the icecream, I felt too bad so I didn't stop him." Meezan Zardari, her husband, the man who had possibly resorted to violence today for the first time in his life. And for what? For her.

Gazing at him, made Anabiya want to bawl her eyes out once again. She wanted to hide back in his arms as he continued fighting the world. Just for her. Only her.

Was she an unrealistic petty little girl to hope for something like that? Yes. But that was all that her mind could come up with. She wasn't alone like she had been the last time. Not anymore and she wanted to take everything he was willing to give.

"Anabiya?" Meezan questioned softly as he saw how her eyes were starting to fill up.

Anabiya felt her lips wobbling as she eyed him. His brown curls were disheveled, from having run his hands in them multiple times. The first few buttons of his shirt were open as his blazer now rested on her shoulders. Anabiya, clutched it closer inhaling his cologne as she eyed him in his perfection. His glasses rested right on his straight Greek nose, ahead of his grey orbs that were filled with concern.

Before, she knew she was breaking down into a sobbing mess. He was going to leave her soon after he gets to know her past. He would loathe her. He would leave her all alone.

Meezan pulled her to his chest, as her restless body shook to tremors in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her to his lap. He hated seeing tears in her eyes. He wanted to kill the bastard with his bare hands.
"Shh, meri jaan. Stop crying. It's okay."

This caused her to shriek more, as her palms clutched the front of his shirt.
"P-please don't l-leave me-e. I-I am s-sorry."

"I am here. I am not going anywhere, meri jaan. Please stop crying." Meezan shuddered as his own eyes filled with tears seeing her in such a condition.

"Pr-romise?"

"Promise. Please stop crying."

"You'll h-hate me-e. I am so so-rry. Pl-ease don't le-eave me." Instead of replying Meezan kissed her head repeatedly as his hands tightened around her curves.

"There is nothing in this world that can make me hate you." Meezan gently nudged her away from his body but she held on tighter not wanting to leave him. "I have never been good at words but touch my heart and feel how it starts beating increadibly fast everytime you are near me. See how my cheeks heat up flustered everytime you say something inappropriate. Everytime we kiss it feels like my skin's on fire and I am seeing stars, I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep by seeing by your face. You can break my heart into million pieces and I would still be with you, because you make me feel things I've never felt before."

Anabiya slowly lifted her head up, glassy eyed as tears were still streaming down her face. She slowly unclasped her fists from Meezan's shirt and lifted them up before caging his face within them.

"It was five years ago, I was engaged to Kizaar and Qiraat was my best friend. We were the dream trio..." Anabiya began as her fingers traced the outline of his plump lips.

"You don't have to, meri jaan. I am here, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want too. I am still here." Meezan breathed out as he placed his forehead on hers.

Anabiya shook her head negatively as she pulled into him tighter, her fingers still tracing every part of his face as if he would disappear if she let him go.

"I-I want to." She mumbled against his lips as she closed her eyes shut.

"Kizaar was a friend from childhood. Since the time my parents were alive. Even when they passed away he was the only one who withstood my pain and didn't let go. He was constant. When we went to med school, we became friends with Qiraat. Kizaar was not like this before, you know. He was the kindest and sweetest man I had ever known and naturally his charming personality worked its magic and I fell for him. Apparently he felt the same way too because in our second year he proposed to me and we got engaged. Zavi Bhai had no problem because he himself was quite fond of Kizaar. Kizaar was the golden boy after all. But then, Kizaar started mingling with the wrong crowd. H-he ch-hanged." As she said the last part her voice cracked a little as she clenched her eyes closer.

Meezan felt his jaw tightening as he tightened his arms around her. Urging her to stop, but she continued.

"He started belittling me and humiliating me infront of everyone. Even Qiraat became withdrawn. She didn't talk or even sit with me during recess. I was so lonely. I never made effort to make new friends because I always had them but now I was facing consequences. One day, out of nowhere Kizaar cornered me in a room and started apologizing for the way he had behaved. I was elated and instantly forgave him. I adorned him, after all. I was finally glad to have him back and he seemed so sincere. Before I knew he had trapped me against a wall and was leaning close as if he was going to kiss me. I obviously resisted. It was haram."

"Anabiya.." Meezan interrupted as his eyes were on fire but she leaned up a little and placed a kiss against his jaw, as she once again began to speak, pain itched in her voice as tears were still falling down her cheeks.

"He insisted, that he loved me and he wanted to kiss me to show me how much I meant to him. I denied doing what he wanted because, again I knew how forbidden this was. But, then he said he would only think I forgave him if I let him kiss me. I wanted him back. I really did, at that point I would do anything to have him back so I reluctantly agreed. But, I never could do it, just when he was about to kiss me I turned my head side ways and ran out from the room. My morals got the best of me and I am so very thankful to Allah that they did." She shuddered as she looked at Meezan's blank face, her own face swollen from crying.

"The next day, a video was leaked. A video with only my face visible and Kizaar's back. It looked like he was indeed kissing me. I was distraught, angry. People were calling me degrading things, humiliating things. Things I wouldn't dare to have done. God forbid. When I confronted Kizaar about it he did the same thing. He said I was pathetic to even think someone like him could like someone like me. He called me names like everyone had done. He said he only proposed to me in the first place because of some bet he had with his friends. He played me. It was real life not a fucking story book. I didn't have words to even refute him.He disgusted me. So I simply walked away and never came back.

"Zavi Bhai got married to Hayat Bhabhi and we shifted cities. Zavi Bhai wanted to kill Kizaar for what he had done to me. But, how much more could my broken heart handle. The last thing I needed was my brother to get troubled when he himself had a family of his own now. Suddenly one day, I received a letter from Qiraat, months after I had left everything behind. It was an invitation to Kizaar and Qiraat's marriage. Along with it, a note with three words was there. "I am sorry." It was a huge shock, after everything that had happened with me, Qiraat was getting married to him? Then I realised why she had distanced herself from me. She liked Kizaar, maybe that was why they had decided to humiliate me. It took me a while, but I finally managed to get back to my own self. Blocking out Kizaar and Qiraat like a bad dream" Anabiya finished explaining her knotted past, with shaking hands.

When she finally looked up at Meezan, she saw something she hadn't anticipated to be looking back at. There was no horror, no hate, no disgust. He was looking at her in a way nobody had ever dared to look at. And it shook her to the soul seeing him like this.

She knew she was would never be easy to be held onto, because her heart was already in irregular glued back pieces. Some nights she would be so lost and he wouldn't know how to pull her back from her weeded mind. Some nights she would forget what he sees in her and lose her insecurities all out in the open. Sometimes she would annoy him to a breaking point and then apologise for the mess she made. On one of those nights what would drag her back from the labyrinth of her chaos will be that look. No one had ever looked at her quite like that.

"I love you, Meezan." She breathed out heavily as she looked at him from her red eyes.

Instead of replying back he placed his lips on hers as she wrapped her legs around his torso, instantly buring her fingers in his lucious curls. His hands were roaming the around the curves of her body as if drinking in every inch and suddenly he moved back breatheless.
"I will kiss every scar of yours away that has been planted on your heart and I will love you for all that you are, Anabiya."

For the first time in hours Anabiya smiled as she slammed her lips against his once again and didn't even withdraw back to breathe because that simply didn't important anymore.

"You are so so strong, Biya. So very strong." Meezan mumbled as he held her close once they had finished kissing.

"Biya?"

"Ooh-I-I am sorry. I should have asked you..." Meezan trailed embarrassed but Anabiya cut him off when she placed her lips on his neck.

A moan left his mouth as she trailed kisses all over from his neck to his jaw. Biting it ever so slowly before peppering it with kisses.

"I like Biya. Alot." She whispered chuckling inbetween her task. "Meezan's biya. Only his."

"Thank you for not hating me, Meezan Zardari."

"Thank you for loving me, Anabiya Ibrahim."

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a/n

How are my paneer tikkas?

Istg I am swooning and crying at the same time once again. I love Meezan and His Biya so so much, that it hurts.

This story is coming to an end and I am so sad about it (个_个). Only one more chapter left.

I have this really spicy story planned next and I can't wait to share it with you'll. It's enemies to lovers plus a bossXsubordinate story. I am so so excited. I'll reveal their names in the next chapter ;)

Kneeways, thank you for waiting patiently. I actually forgot to update this chapter. I finished writing it a week ago, loool. Forgive me and spare me the chappals.

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