Zoya's POV:--

"Next week, my daughter, Zoya is getting married to my nephew, Mustafa." He smiled, snatching my smile away.

I blink my eyelashes rapidly, still trying to process what my Abba just had said. My eyes were getting glossy. Just then I felt someone's hand on mine, squeezing it. It was Iram, who was looking at me with sad eyes.

"Mubarak Ho!!! Nasreen Aapa aur Ahmed Bhaijaan." Iram's Mom congratulates my Ammi and Abba.

Just then we heard a loud cup shattering which caught everyone attention and a second later everyone ran towards the source from where the noise came. A gasp escapes my lips when I look at Ayaan. The cup that was Ayaan holding had broken into pieces and some of that pieces were struck on his palm and fingers. His blood was flowing from his hands to the ground.

A single tear slips down my eyes, when my eyes met his. The eyes that were always filled with adoration, care and love for me was now filled with betrayal, anger and disgusted look in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and his face was red indicating how angry he was.

I immediately stand up and was about to go towards him, when Iram grip my arm, halting me. She shakes her head, as if telling me it was not the right now. I realized what she was trying to tell me, as I look around me to see everyone was standing around him.

Iram's Mom was busy picking the pieces of cup with a piece of cloth. While mine and his Ammi were busy pulling out the pieces and were putting haldi (turmeric powder) on his palm to stop the blood from coming. While the males of the family were asking Ayaan if he's alright to which he replied with a broken smile looking at me. Making me take a step back and run inside.

"Yeh Dard Us Dhoke Ke Samne Kuch Nahi."

Ab Kaese Batau Tumhe Ayaan!! Dhoka Maine Nahi....., Taqdeer Ne Hamare Saath Kiya Hai.

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"Rona Bandh Karo Zoya. Everything is going to be alright." Iqra tried consoling me.

"No, nothing is going to be alright." I sob, hugging my legs and keeping my head on it.

"Mujhe Yeh Shaadi Ke Baare Mein Kuch Malum Bhi Nahi Tha. Ayaan thinks that I betrayed him. Woh Aesa Soch Bhi Kaese Sakta Hai?" I stated angrily, with tears flowing down my eyes.

"Mujhe Nahi Karni Is Mustafa se Shaadi. For god's sake, I had always seen him as my brother all my life." I said through my clenched teeth.

All the while Iqra sat by my side, with our back to the bed. As we both were sitting on the ground in her room.

"Zoya, Now what......." She was cut off by someone who slammed open the door and enter the room. That someone was Ayaan Khan, who eyes were red and his both hands were curled into a fist, even the one which was handerchief wrapped around his Palm.

Seeing him, we both stand up. I quickly put the dupatta that was lying on the bed to around my chest. I wipe my tears, all the while ignoring that fact that he was staring at me intently.

"Bhabhi, Leave us Alone." He said softly, shocking both of us.

"But Ayaan, Everyone is outside." She tried reasoning him, but one look from him and she leaves. But not before saying, "I am right outside this door." And giving me a small smile.

The moment she was out, Ayaan started taking steps towards me, involuntarily making me take step back. All the while not looking at him.

This went on, until the room came to an end and my back touched the wall. He placed his hands on either side of me, caging me between him and the wall.

"Zoya." He whispered softly, but still I didn't looked at him. I was damn angry at him.

"Mere Taraf Dekho, Zoya." He ordered. But did I listen to him? No.

He placed his hand on my face and make me look at him. His once angry eyes now we're soft. His hair were all messy, due to infinitely roaming his hand on his hair, which he seems to do whenever he was nervous or he knew he messed something up.

"Maaf Kar Do Mujhe." He said honestly, with his cheeks slightly red. A giggle escapes my lips, knowing how embarassed he was right now. Saying Sorry for Ayaan was a very big deal. According to him, saying sorry makes him awkward and embarassed. It was usually me who used to say sorry. But seeing that this time it was him, amazes me. I totally not expected this from him.

Realising, what I did, I make a straight face, showing how angry I am.

A small smile overtook his handsome face seeing my antics.

"Iram told me that you weren't aware of this." This made me more angry.

"So you are sorry, just because Iram informed you." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Kya Itna Hi Aitbaar Hai Tumhe Mujhpe?" I asked trying to push him away, but to no avail.

"Tumpe Aitbaar Tha Esliye Toh Humne Hamara Dil Tumhaare Hawale Kar Diya." He said in his deep husky voice, placing his both hands on my waist and pulling me towards him, making my breath hitched.

That alone statement of his make my heart skips it beat and painted my cheeks red. My anger towards him was long forgotten.

"Say no to your Abba for this marriage."

"Mu-Mujhe... N-N-Nahi Lag-Lagta... Abba Manege, Ayaan." I stuttered nervously.

"So you would marry that bastard?" He hissed and his grip on me tightens. Making me groan in pain. Seeing me in pain and realising how tight is his grip me, he losens his grip on me.

"Maybe." I muttered, looking away.

"Usse Pehle Katal Na Kar Du Mai Uska." He growled in my ear, making me shiver.

"So tell what should I do?" I asked frustrated.

"Bhaag Chalo Mere Saath." He said casually, making me look at him in disbelief.

"Esse Accha Hai Ki Mai Mustafa Se Shaadi Hi Karlu." I snapped.

He slammed me into the wall. He was looking at me in rage, making me a little scared.

"As if, I will let you marry him."

"I will make sure that by the end of this weekend, you will be Mrs. Khan instead of Mrs. Sheikh." With that he loosens his grip on me and turned around and walked away. But not before placing a kiss on my forehead.

Only if he knew that how eagerly I was waiting to become his wife, Mrs. Khan.