2: The one where they talk

Aankh uthana tumhara toh phir theek tha,

Aankh uthana tumhara toh phir theek tha,

Aankh utha kr jhukana gazab tha gaya.

(When you looked up at me, it was bearable,

But when you lowered your eyes in modesty, after looking, that had enticed my heart.)

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Hayat couldn't say a word.

Was that a warning or a simple statement ?

Azlaan seemed satisfied with Hayat as she timidly nodded her head and then lowered her gaze.

Hayat looked at the time, she didn't perform her Isha prayers, She quickly did ablution, removing all the makeup in the meantime.

She stood at the prayer matt and continued to worship The Al-mighty but what she didn't knew was that, Allah had planned something far more greater for her than she expected.

Azlaan hadn't left, he stood there but she hadn't acknowledged that, he watched her pray. Something in his heart twinged, like a heavy burden on his chest but that was not because of this beautiful angel, no. She couldn't even hurt a fly. Azlaan had figured her out in just the first ten seconds, she was the type of the girl who would kill her own happiness, to keep others happy, the selfless type. The rare type nowadays.

Her hands were lifted as she was wishing to Allah that He kept her happy, Azlaan wanted her to voice out her wishes so that he could fulfill them. This feeling was weird, strange and very new.

Hayat was about to get up when Azlaan silently left the room, He walked towards where his parents were. His mind and heart in a fierce battle.

His mind was saying that he should marry this girl as he will get what he always wanted, power.

His heart said to marry the one he loved and to leave this innocent soul, Azlaan knew that once you step into the politics world, there is no out.

He wanted to protect her.

He had made a decision on the spot, he isn't going to marry Hayat.

She isn't suitable for this world or him, Hayat wanted everything, Azlaan could only give limited.

Azlaan could find a new way to gain power.

As he stepped his foot in the dining room, all eyes were on him, As he confidently stepped forward.

"What do you say son ?, Should we start with the preparations of the wedding ?" Mirza Ali asked his son.

Azlaan turned his head to look up towards the stairs, where Hayat's room was, she was sitting there silently, possibly trying to listen in on what he had to say, She didn't know that Azlaan already knew that she was going to be listening.

Brown clashed with Hazel.

At that time, Azlaan forgot about his power, his heart still had the heavy weight, He couldn't decipher what was happening and then,

"Yes" The words came out of his mouth.

His heart dominating his whole soul and body.

"You should start preparing for the wedding"

Everybody seemed happy, Zain looked shocked.

Zain knew his brother, He loved Aayla, Then why did it seen like Azlaan had said the three alphabets with his whole heart.

Azlaan walked out of the mansion, He stepped into his car and drove off. Guards following behind him.

On the other hand, Hayat wasn't sure of anything, She was scared of Azlaan but she liked his company.

Her heart was a mess.

She sat at the window sill and tried to understand the situation.

It was 3 am, Hayat couldn't sleep, Slumber was very far away.

She sat still, gazing at the moon.

Her phone rang, She accepted the call without looking at the contact.

"Hello" Her small sweet voice filled his ears.

"Hayat" She froze, It was his voice.

"Jee?" (Yes)

"Are you scared ?" Azlaan couldn't help but ask.

Hayat didn't answer for the next few minutes but Azlaan didn't complain, the voice of her soft breathing was calming his frenzy mind.

"Yes" She confirmed. Hayat was scared, She didn't want Azlaan to be disappointed from her.

Hayat always had the urge to reach up to everyone's expectations yet she somehow failed to do so.

"Don't be scared" His words were simple yet they held some kind of a promise.

"Baba said that you wanted our nikkah to take place at the end of this month" Her sweet melodic voice held some type of objection to it.

"Yes"

Hayat couldn't stop her mouth and she said the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"But that's too soon, How will I get all the things done?, The wedding dress, And I also want to manage the whole wedding"

Azlaan couldn't help but smile at her childishness.

Hayat realized what she had said, she had simply stated that she is going to be in charge, she didn't even ask.

"Can I ?" She asked. Her words dripping with embarrassment which made Azlaan grin even more.

Azlaan was the type who reserved his feelings, he didn't smile much or show his emotions to anyone, but this girl had managed to make Azlaan Ali smile.

"Whatever you want" Azlaan said.

They both talked the whole night, soon it was time for Fajr prayer.

Hayat asked Azlaan that if he prayed, Azlaan couldn't lie to her and said No.

Then his beautiful yet innocent wife forced him to perform Fajr prayer.

Azlaan did ablution and went downstairs.

Mirza Ali watched his son as he made his way towards the mosque near their house which was reserved for them only.

Azlaan felt at peace, after a very long time.

After he came back, he tried to call his dear future wife but Hayat was already out cold.

So both the Husband and the wife slept peacefully, yet they both were craving for eachother's warmth.

Hayat willingly accepting it but Azlaan wasn't sure of anything, he didn't even love this girl, He only ever loved Aayla who he couldn't have.