Tanhaaiyan muskuraane lagi {FF}

"Ah hem." Was heard and he finally let go, they both turned toward the door, as the voice came from no other than Arhaan's cousin, Natasha, but this time she wasn't alone, two other girls accompanied her; all three smirking their way.

"It's 8:40, um don't you have a flight to catch, and I mean you CAN proceed to continue there." Natasha finished with a wink.

"Thank s for the tip Nat, I'll -we'll keep that in mind." He span towards Yuuma as he finished, then turned toward them and continued, "The car is out and ready, correct?"

"Yea, of course, that's what you wanted, right? Everything is ready bhai but chachi is not very happy. She-"

Before Natasha could finish her sentence, Arhaan placed his hand up, signifying her to stop. "Thanks, it's 8:42, we'll be out in 3 minutes." With that said, he beckoned them to leave.

Yuuma stood, wondering why this chachi was upset with Arhaan, what type of family was this she questioned. Her gazed fixed toward Arhaan, as he began to approach her. Yuuma inhaled, as she commenced to step back.

What was this person thinking, she pondered, we are strangers, and how could he treat a girl like that? To someone he just met. She backed up each step he placed forward. As she shifted back, she made sure not to voyage over the bag again. She curved back, when her gazed went back toward him, he stood in front of her, inches away. He bent down, grabbing right what was underneath her... her bag. His palm fluctuated against the handle, picking it up, finally causing Yuuma to exhale.

"You might want to follow, or you'll be left behind," he stated in a singsong happy voice, smirking towards her.

Yuuma rapidly gazed about to see if she had overlooked anything and then followed behind Arhaan. They past the narrow hallway, leading them both into the open area. All eyes turned towards them, as if they were the centerpiece of a social gathering. The first one to approach them was a woman. Her wrinkles and underlining, for told her age to be 45, her dyed blond streaks over her natural dark coloured hair, aged her farther, while her western mimicking did her no justice either. She scanned them like prize position, her lips pressed together as a fake smile pasted upon her face. Yuuma gazed at her with much interest, to her, she reminded her of a typical villain, as her black sari complimented her perfect linked to a stereotype.

"Beta, you're going?" She asked with over-exaggerated concern sensed in her voice. She turned toward Yuuma and spoke again, "Because of Arhaan's hurry to go back, we weren't able to do any family tradition."

Yuuma respectfully nodded toward the elderly woman standing before her as Arhaan spoke up "Maybe next time chachi, we're going to be late." He waved her off, as politely as he could, giving her a smile, as she retreaded back to where she was standing. Yuuma glanced around, gawking at all the fakes smiles they gave Arhaan and her. The good she got about his life, was that he was an only child, he had no mom, and he never knew his dad because he died when he was young, hence being taken in by his grandfather. This information all transferred to her right before her family flocked their arms yelling "Alvida."

"Yuuma, lets go." She heard Arhaan saying beside her, she snapped out of her mingled thoughts, when she notice his face near her own once again, this time he duped down to her ear, and got his message across to her without any interruptions "If you wish to be left here...then be my guest. But what can I do, I can't leave behind what's mine." Before Yuuma could ponder on that thought, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her outside with him.

As they got to the entrance, a Honda civic Si stood before them, parked and ready to go, with the driver standing over it waiting for them. Yuuma's eyes boggled, she thought to herself, as to how spoiled the man she married was. She didn't know what type of personality he really had, but she was spontaneously curious to find out. Natasha walked up to them, giving both a passive hug. Arhaan held on to her, fearing he might tremble over. As she finally let go, she began to whisper a in a language Yuuma was not familiar with. Yuuma looked at the pair confusingly, but didn't say anything, just a nod. But as she looked closer, she noticed a smile began to form upon Arhaan's lips, and slowly that smile began to increase. Yuuma blew away that gester, as she began walking towards the car, while his chachis' began to whisper to her. But the whole time, she was attentively gazing toward Arhaan.

As they finally bid farewell, Yuuma tediously sank into her seat; relief swiping over her, but not before curving a smile to her settled lips. She contemplated over her content thoughts: knowing, she will be back in familiar environments again, more smiles overwhelmed her; now, only time was standing between her. But she knew, with time everything changes, and with time everything really does become alright. So, in mingled thoughts, she closed her eyes dipping into a dream like state. But, she wasn't aware there was also someone in the car sitting beside her, who may not let her die down this peacefully.

Sry for the very DELAIED msg.. but life sucks, especially that of a student, sooo I hope you ppl enjoy this chapter :P 😃..

OO and :@ toobaaaaa.... HAPPY B-DAY GIRLl

this is just for ya🤗*kiss*

She starred upon the necklace that hung across her cousin's room, in which was given to her as a wedding gift. The design on the necklace reflected the emotions in her heart; for the thing that hung on it was a half wing while the ornaments surround it was a locked heart and a key. She starred long and hard at it. The more she examined the thing, the more imaginative she became. She starred long and hard and finally concluded, to take the key and set the heart free. She turned around and chuckled at her foolish idea, and mocked her own judgment, it was only jewellery; a representation of what one thought it was. She finally looked away from the thing and got out of bed. It was 12:00 in the morning, and she was left all alone in her cousin's room, without a soul to accompany her. A queen size bed lay at the side, a closet facing ahead 10ft away from the bed and finally a dresser at the side. She was left alone, so she could sleep for the big day. Her hands were still drying off of the mehndi designed on her hand prior to an hour ago, but all she could think about was tomorrow, tomorrow she was going to get married, and whomever it was too was a complete stranger to her , an ajnabi. She debated about the way she thought about this. Maybe it was her western thinking that did not consider this was right, for she grew up in England, a land that was very familiar to her but completely different to her parents, thus she grew up believing in the Indian culture because of her parents' wishes, who she never wanted to disappoint. She always was a girl who lived for and by her parents rules, thus suddenly thinking about a happy ending was far from her reach. She never understood why every girl fantasies and goes crazy for a man, because for her, love was never a part of her dictionary, or maybe she thought that way because she never experienced it herself, and somewhere deep inside was hoping for a love that will save her and take her away; but logically speaking it was impossible.

Her hand grasped the curtain, as her eyes starred out the window, scanning the courtyard. Tomorrow everything would be all set and decorated; it's going to be perfect. She finally unlocked the window and pushed it open, stuck her head out and felt the cool breeze hit her face.

"YUUMA DIDI, what are you doing?" Yuuma turned around and saw her cousin Ayesha standing there with her hands placed on her hips; she wore an orange lehenga with gold beads all over the frame of the suit. She starred at her with a grin across her face.

"Um, nothing I was just thinking." She answered folding her hands.

"May I ask what you're thinking about?" She asked with her hands now behind her back.

"I'm getting married tomorrow, so what do you think? And if you don't mind I think I'll go to sleep now." She finished with a fake smile implanted upon her face. She realized how easy it was to fool people such as Ayesha, naive and clueless. How easy it was to mask her emotions and fool the rest of the world, but with that, she learned something else, how often she will forget her real feelings and desire.

"Aww you're that anxious to get married huh?"

Yuuma didn't say anything and turned toward the window once again, but as soon as she did she heard giggles behind her. "Alright you rest, I mean who knows if you be able to tomorrow." Ayesha stated. Yuuma quickly turned around, and before she could say anything, her cousin was out the door. Disgust shivered her body. She started hyperventilating, she needed air, she thought, she needed to get out. But how? She looked toward the window and stuck her head out once again; there was a pipe right next to it. She looked at her clothes, then started recollected her thoughts. 'Wait' she thought all her clothes were in the room across from where she was now, and in that room, there was her mother and her aunties; all gossiping and talking. She could take the lehenga off, after all tights would do. But the shirt she wore was too small. Moreover, violating her cousin's property...wasn't a good plan either. "I hate law, considering I'm taking it." She spoke out in frustration. She finally calmed herself down and started thinking. "Who cares, this isn't really pretty, it's like an everyday wear, I'll be fine," she assured herself. And headed toward the window again.

She placed both hands on either sides of the window, and closed her fingers around the edge. She then lifted her body up, praying she won't injure herself. She placed her foot on the ledge of the window and quickly turned her body, while putting her weight on the handholding on to the edge of the glass. She was now standing on the ledge; her eyes were shut tightly while the only things on her mind were prayers. Even though she was only on the second floor of the building, she knew her eyes could deceive her any moment, hence, she knew she could not open them. "You could do it Yuuma, damn it, you can do it," she whispered. With each step she took toward the pipe, the more her heart felt anxious. As she stepped one by one, she suddenly felt beads underneath her. The beads rolled with her feet, and the obstacle became even greater for her. She quickly held on to the edge, as her body dangled from left to right. She cursed herself for stepping on her own clothes.' How stupid' she thought. She slowly moved her fingertips toward the pipe about an inch away from her. She grabs on, swiftly tangles her legs together with the pipe, and slowly slides down.

"OUCH." She speaks out in desperation. She notices something piercing at her thigh, as her heels touch the ground, gravity kicks in and she quickly ends up landing on her butt. But before she can check on her well being, she feels someone starring at her; petrified she looks up and sees it's no one but her nephew Ayan. Starring at her with his big hazel eyes, his hands raised up against the big window, with a smile across his face, Yuuma closed her eyes in desperation again, tighten, and then opened them again. She crawls on her knees toward the window that separated her and her nephew, forgetting the pain she felt a few seconds ago, forgetting the thing she was wearing, and forgetting the anxiety of her situation.

Yuuma taps on the glass window lightly and smiles towards him. Ayan's smile widened as he starts to clap. His one and a half cub sized body bounces up and down, while his soft baby checks flourish light pink. Yuuma's eyes soften toward the reaction of her nephew.

"A..i.An." Yuuma hears through the window. 'It wasn't sound proof' she though 'they were obviously looking for him, he always ran away when it was time to drink milk.' He turns around, while Yuuma takes the chance to crawl away. She finally gets up and turns the corner into the front of the house. She suddenly hears Ayan crying, as her heart almost wishes she were that age again, the age of innocence.

She looks toward the gate and speaks out "it's only me and my conscience now." As her heart starts speaking for her 'Yuuma, go for it, how long are you going to be your parents slave, it's time to do something brave and bold, and besides it's just a walk, just a walk, it's not like you're running away from your duties as a daughter, or your morals. You're only going for a walk.' She finally looks up from her debatable thoughts when she realizes she was now in front of the gate. She thought her brain wire must have rewired to walk as her heart had willed it too. 'I was here' she thought, 'now all I had to do was reach out my hand and---

OK HERE IS PART ONE..... hope you guys like it...:P:P

Yuuma turned into the alley again; she hoped to retrace her steps back to the beginning of her journey. The thoughts that poured afterwards were to start praying, praying to god that she will be unharmed, that she'll be safe, praying that she will not get raped, that she will be able to go home with her dignity, with her pride; where she doesn't end up dying a dog's life. She quickly limped forward leaving a scent behind. Hungry animals caught on to her scent, while nailing her every step. She turned to look behind her, they were tracing her every move, but much faster. Tears begun to form in her eyes, as more prayer were followed afterwards, her heartbeat quickened as her chest compressed. 'God help me, please help me,' she prayed, as she limped toward the other sides. With every step, her prayers to god increased, she prayed for her dignity, she prayed that whatever came about of this situation, all that mattered was her dignity would be safe. At this moment, her life flashed before her. She was sacred, she felt as if this moment lasted forever. 'Why did I have to live my life this way? What did I have to come this way? Why? What did I want to be a part of this world when it's nothing, but cruel.' She screamed in her head. 'Please god, please don't let me lose my dignity, please god, if you're listening help me, I promise I'll never ask for anything in this world again, just please.' She prayed as she was almost at the end of the alley, 'almost there.' She thought, but she wasn't fast enough.

She felt like a helpless animal, ready to be eaten by a pack of wolves; for one of them had already grabbed on to her. Her body shivered in disgust, as her inner organs transmitted that feeling. "Hey babe, where do you think you're going?" The one whom grabbed her spoke, as his hands grabbed on to her cheeks. Her eyes traced behind him as the others were circling around her. She closed her eyes, as she tried struggling out of his grip, but it was no use, he was to strong. She closed her eyes once again as she now felt his disgusting lips tracing her neck, while her thoughts were left with prayers again. 'If you can't help at least you can give me strength, please give me strength,' she prayed. And from that, with her good leg, she flopped up, and wished for the best, and then kicked right between his legs. Instantly he let go and looked at her with anger pouring from his filthy eyes. His men quickly ran to his side, while Yuuma took the chance to run, but her leg did not allow that, hence she walked as quickly as she could. But, unfortunately she wasn't fast enough, She quickly got a chance to open her mouth, and the first thing that came to her mind was "FIRE!" She yelled as loud as she could. As the person who grabbed on to her smiled and pulled her toward him. Her heart beat increased, while her blood pressure rose up. He pulled her hair and slammed her head against the nearest brick wall, and then another impact was felt, but by that time her brain was to numb to respond back to signals, her vision blurred as she heard herself whispering the last words "I know you exist, send an angel, and I'll believe'"

"I'm always the guy that gets stuck with this type of mess, why?" Those were the first thing Yuuma heard as she gained consciousness. "Oi. Princess wake up." She then felt a slap across her face, her eyes flattered open. She blinked as she tried recalling the incident previously. Her eyes quickly widened as she jerks her body up right, while her head crashed with another. The pain was too great, she flopped back down again, 'was I dead,' she thought 'has I gone to hell, but why, I obeyed my parents, I got good grades, why was I in hell? Is it because in grade 4, I accidently took an eraser... and forgot to return it? It was a sin after all. I angered you, I'm sorry please God, please reconsider my fate.'

"WHAT THE HELLL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Yuuma's head turned to the side as her eyes came across another human being. "What the hell are you about?" he asked once again, then continued, "I helped you, the least you could do is be happy, yet here you are talking about dying? OH GREAT, now I know, you're mental aren't you? They're looking for you? That explains why you were there."

Yuuma glanced at him, as his words repeated in her head trying to make sense of ti all, but the respond back came as error. "What?" she asked

"Are you mental, you look like you escaped from the mental asylum, damn I helped a mental psychopath, why has god made me so Nobel? " He finished as he looked at her uncomfortably.

Yuuma looked at him as he starred back at her. 'And he is calling me a mental patient? Has he been to a psychiatrist himself?' She asked herself. As the next thought that came to her mind was "what happened? How long have I been here? What happened?" I questioned again. He glared at her with a look of confusion, and utter disgust. "Nothing, you were about to be dog meat, or more like... see the only reason I saved you because you..." He spoke on as her mind became anxious. What time was it? Where was she? She got back up again; as she began to look around, she looked up at the ceiling, as she was a beautiful crystal chandelier. Then in front of the room was a door, she guessed it was the door leading out of the room. She looked around more and distinguished she was lying on the couch, which meant she was in the living room area... or the bedroom, due to the bed a couple of feet away from where she was sitting. 'It was huge'. She thought.

"Um excuse me, I been talking for the past 2 minutes and you were ignoring me, while looking around my room." Yuuma finally looked his way, then down at her clothes, and finally realized she wasn't in pain anymore. Her knees were bandaged up. She touched her face, and felt ice patches, her heart beat relaxed, as she felt god had really listened to her, 'he heard my prayers, did that mean, he was the protector he sent.' She thought. Suddenly her eyes flickered, while a smile spread across her face as she shook her head, nothing had happened to her, this guy had saved her as she was unconscious.' She closed her eyes, as her heart felt satisfied and relaxed. She looked up, she felt someone starring at her, as her eyes met with his, and this time she looked at him properly.

A couple of hours past, as Yuuma gawked at herself across the review mirror. Her cousins smiled and laughed around her "di...you look amazing, looking at you makes me wish, I can get married," Ayesha stated, the youngest one amongst them. She grabbed on to Yuuma's hands and spoke once again "oh, Yuuma di, app ka haath, app ki mehndi, its ruined, app ko essay nahin jaana ta, you shouldn't have gone out like that, we were worried, until we found out that you only went for a walk with bhai." She finished with a smile

Yuuma looked at her in disbelief, she didn't know what story her father made up to cover his pride, but now she was curious to find out. The girls finished her make-up, as the dupatta, the last piece of perfection on a bride was placed over her neatly combed head. Yuuma could feel her bangs peaking through, while the gold jewellery covered the bare skin. "There done," Asin said, one of the older one amongst them "you look like a million bucks Yuuma, when Arhaan see's you, he will go," She finished by making a face, with her eyes popping wide as waterfall formed from the tips of her lips. Yuuma looked away as she could finally see the product produced. She wore the traditional wedding dress: red, with heavy beading all over, from her whole outfit the only thing that was heavier than the suit was her dupatta, she found her face pouring with make-up. She didn't realize, it was her standing in front of the mirror, the heavy red lipstick, gold eye shadow, pink blush, thick eyeliner. "Just an hour," one of them said, "Before you will leave us." Yuuma rolled her eyes upon hearing that statement, but then notice crucial details about her scars. She noticed how, the only place on her body that wasn't filled with any scars were her face, excluding the small wound on the upper left corner of her forehead. 'Wow' she thought 'my dad was thinking ahead, he never struck my face once. I got to hand it to him; I guess he wasn't as stupid as I thought'

When Yuuma looked around, she noticed all the girls were leaving the diminutive room, a part of the wedding hall, when suddenly Yuuma stopped Ayesha. She looked at Yuuma in confusion, until Yuuma spoke "I need to ask you something." Ayesha glanced at her and nodded.

When it was only Ayesha and her left in the room, Yuuma began, but before she could start, the door flung open and in entered Fizan. He looked nice, Yuuma thought. He wore a white sherwani with gold design work around the neck. His hair was in spiked, which made him appear much younger, while his face was fresh and clean cut. He looked toward Yuuma, as their eyes met; she read the same thing she read in them yesterday, what was it? Those eye what were they saying? She was so lost in thought that she wasn't able to catch on to the conversation between Fizan and Ayesha. When she came out of her Trans, she saw Ayesha leaving, while Fizan held the door open for her. "Wait, Ash, where are you going?" Yuuma asked. Before Ayesha could answer, Fizan did it for her, "Mum, was calling her, it sounded urgent "He said to her then turned to Ayesha and said "Ash, go, you know how mum can get," he finished with a fake smile. Yuuma wanted to tell her he was lying. But she thought it was better if she asked Fizan directly. As soon as she left, Fizan didn't wait another second.

"I know what you're thinking, and I'm so sorry, but I was worried." He finished, as Yuuma's brain recollected his words, trying to place it in idiot-proof language. "What?" she asked, "The think I wanted to know was, what, did you tell the rest of them? What lie did you people come up with when my father was out there beating me to death?" Yuuma wasn't aware, by the time she finished venom formed from her every word.

"I didn't want that to happen, see...after you left I couldn't help myself I was worried, a girl walking alone, anything could happen. That's why I followed you; you went farther into the bazaar's. I saw how astonished and amazed you were, as if you were a child again." He stopped, then walked toward the window and continued. "And then suddenly you started to panic, you then backed up and started to run, you ran into the crowd making it difficult to keep up with you, in the end I lost you. I was worried, so I had no choice but to contact jee. He thought you backed out from the wedding and ran away. I tried explaining it to him, but he wouldn't listen." As Fizan continued, Yuuma's hand had formed into a fist, as her anger erupted. She quickly got up, as she jerked back down just as fast; the pain was too great to bear. Fizan stopped, and marched over to her side, "I'm so sorry Yuuma, I never meant for this, If I knew jee was going to hit you, I would have looked for you myself." She turned on her stool, and gazed at the water that settled on the table, she grabbed the glass and chucked the water down her throat, she calmed herself down as she drank her anger "it's ok Fizan, you were doing what you had to...to protect me, but tell me; what happened after I fainted?" He looked at her with a sudden pause, waiting, trying to figure out if he should tell her or not "As you fainted, I carried you into the house. Your father told everyone that you were to be placed into the servant's chamber, and that no one should see you. The doctor was called right after that, he examined your wounds; he said you were lucky, because of your pervious bandages and ice patches you were not harmed, except that, the wound on your legs, will hurt you, but only for a couple of days, and how you should be careful while you walked. Whoever gave you medicine and placed those bandages on you, knew their stuff, because of that you're only limping." He stopped, as he glanced toward her "But Yuuma, what happened to you after you ran? How did you end up getting bandages on you scar pervious to jee's?"

"Um...well. After I ran, I ended up in a strange place. I twisted my ankle and then I thought someone was following me, so I started walking and hit my head against the wall...when I...when I woke up I was at the hospital, I was confused, and so I... I kind of ran away?" Was that believable, she asked herself.

"But how did you end up at the hospital? Don't you have to sign papers, and formal forms to admit a patient?" Yuuma's eyes started to wonder. Why couldn't this person be any good in something else, other than suspicion, she wondered.

"Um, no, I don't know what happened...remember, all I knew was, when I woke up, I was in the hospital, and I ran away, I jumped out the window and ran."

"You ran? From the hospital?" He questioned in doubt, and then continued, "Aren't they looking for you?" All of a sudden, a sudden flashback acquired in Yuuma's memory "they're looking for you aren't they, you're a mental patient, oh god." A chuckle suddenly escaped her lips. "Yea I guess you can say that."

"Then we should go to the hospital, and fill out your proper release forms, I bet this has already turned into a police case." He got up right after, Yuuma starred at him in disbelief and he walked toward the door, then stopped and turned " So tell me about this hospital again, where the building is so low their patients are able to jump from window's without hurting themselves?" He finished with a slight smirk implanted across his lips.

Yuuma turned her back against him as she began to think, damn it, he knew it, as much I did; this story has no backbone, no thesis, she though. She placed her head down as she turned around to face him again. "Ok, so you got me," she whispered in defeat "I didn't end up at the hospital, but I did slam my head against the wall. When I gained consciousness, I was in this strange warehouse, I felt dizzy, but as I began to gain my vision, I noticed someone had bandaged my wound, and placed med on them. They stunk a little but I bore with it. I found it odd, so I took the chance and ran home. It took awhile but I managed to find my way...and then you know the rest." I finished with an appeasing smile. That had had to work she thought.

"But where-"He was cut short when all the girls came back once again, they all grinned ear to ear. Fizan backed up behind the door, hiding himself in the corner. "It's time Yuuma; get ready to be taken away." One of them said while another added "Oh, I can't wait for this." Few minutes later, Ayesha returns, as she begins to mumble to herself; "you okay Ask?" I asked

"No, momma wasn't calling me at all, but then I got stuck doing something anyway." She finished with an angry pout. Yuuma smiled at her, as her thought drifted back; ten minutes, that's all she had left until she was given away to a complete stranger. How comforting it was, knowing that just 12 hours ago she was beaten by her father and now she was being carried to her husband to be. The girls grabbed on to either side of her arms, and began to pull Yuuma toward the hall. 'Alright' she thought 'good bye sweet freedom and hello marriage? Right?' She questioned. She limped every step until one of her cousin spoke "hey Yuuma, I feel for you, it must be hard walking, how'd you fall on that rock? It must kill; you're so strong you're still going on with the marriage, even though you are in so much pain." Yuuma looked at her with an emotionless expression; she wasn't sure how to reply to her, smile? Break down? On the other hand, maybe laughter might be an option she wondered. She closed her eyes, waiting for time to pass; she opened them again, as all eyes were placed upon her, while she gazed only on her husband to be, Arhaan. She glanced at his remarkable features gawking at how handsome he was; yet bewitching, where they made him appear perfect, a little too perfect. He had a clean-shaven face, board shoulders, clear fine skin with sharp hazel coloured eyes, even his hair were set, short and spiked. And finally he wore a creamy red designer sherwani to match with all that perfection. His lips were pressed tightly, as his gazed rested on her alone. Yuuma thought back, maybe she wasn't the only victim here, maybe he was forced, after all the other party can be emotionally blacked mailed too, she speculated.

Yuuma limped toward him, as she closed her eyes once again. She had them shut for a long amount of time. As she quivered her eyes, she saw everyone smiling at her, congratulating her, because now she wasn't there alone, Arhaan had become her husband. She didn't know what happened in that short amount of time, for her eyes were closed a lot longer than she had required them to be; where subconsciously she had signed the marriage papers, and the deal was finalized. Her mind was left at a blank. She wondered if she was in that much of a denial that she wasn't aware of the event that had taken place, she wondered if yesterday had done some psychological damage to her brain, allowing this situation to be treated as a void. Yuuma turned toward her right, as she felt two pair of hazel eyes watching her. Their eyes met, and quick enough he had looked away. What have I gotten myself into She enquired.

*Okay guys here is Chpater 6.. for for the wait:P:P I hope u like it 😳

Yuuma looked at the clock as it read 12:30. An hour had past, as she sat in the same position as 'his' family members had left her. She felt restless, as the only light source she had was that of candles lit around her, permitting her imagination to explore any farther. She felt as if she was a criminal, who was ready to be questioned for her crimes, as the room was dark, the only thing visible to her eyes was the bed she rested on. She looked around, as she kept pondering the idea of how much longer. Until she smiled to herself, this was good, she thought she knew if he came in right now, the situation would have been awkward, and they do not even know each other properly.

She yawned, as she finally concluded; she was going to fall asleep. After all, they were to leave for England at 11:00am sharp tomorrow. Yuuma turned around as she grabbed the perfectly neat, red coloured pillow, the rose pedals settled on top rained down upon the soft mattress. Yuuma stopped as she looked around the decorated room with flowers, rose pedals, drapes and candles, it made her stomach turn with horror, as fear consumed her. She rolled to the left as she started dusting the rose pedals from the right side of the bed. As she was consumed in calming her fear, she wasn't aware of the eyes that recorded her every move.

Yuuma finally finished dusting the pedals of from the right; she then fluffed the pillow, and finally flocked down on the bed, slamming her head against the pillow, she stationed her body to the right side facing the picture that rested on the wall of Arhaan and a woman, Yuuma guessed it must be his mother. Her eyes then began to scan the room; it was huge and very spacey, only because it only had a bed, a dresser and a closet. Yuuma rested her gaze upon the picture again, as she focused entirely on the smile rested upon Arhaan's face, it was warm, and sweet, something she knew she would never see from him, while Yuuma contemplated Arhaan's smile a yawn escaped her lips again for one last time as sleep overwhelmed her.

Yuuma battered her eyes as she got up the next morning, trying to figure out where she was. She blinked a couple of times; then jerked her body upwards finally recognizing her surroundings. She turned her head to her left, as she rested both her palms on the bed. There was no sign of 'him.' Should I be happy? She asked herself. Instead of feeling content about the situation, confusion overwhelmed her.

"Ah, you're up, did you sleep well last night?" Yuuma's eyes flew toward the entrance and saw his cousin standing at the doorway watching her in confusion with a tray of food. "I'm Natasha, remember, I know it must be such a hustle trying to figure out all our names, and we apologise for keeping you here so late but-"

"You talk too much," Natasha couldn't finish her sentence, for a hand appeared through the small opening of the door, hitting Natasha over the head, Arhaan entered the room and their eyes met, and Yuuma pondered on the fact, how pretty they were, but she knew those eyes were filled with lack of trust and deception. "Sorry bro, I was just telling your wife the 411 of the family." She finished with a wink, after saying the word wife.

"Alright Nat, you can leave, I'll handle this okay? We have a flight in two hrs and fifty minute-"He was cut off as he cut her off.

"I know, you're time is very precious, so I'll leave you at that, because I don't want to get yelled at," With that said she was out the door, leaving Yuuma and Arhaan alone together. He turned his head as he scanning her. A sense of awkwardness and disgust tempted her, allowing her to turn her head to the opposite direction.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, Yuuma turned toward him again, as he pasted a smile on that gorgeous face. Yuuma knew she was staring at him, and the expression she wore was very clear and out in the open, for he quickly reacted and began to walk over to the other side of the room toward the closet. He pulled the dresser open, as his back face her; but what he said next shocked and amazed her.

"You should eat, versus starring at me the whole time...oh and you might want to change, I'm sure you wouldn't want to show up wearing a wedding dress to an airport." Yuuma looked down; as she wasn't aware of the clothes she still had on. She quickly got up and dashed ahead toward her suitcase, grabbing pair of clothes to change into. When she was satisfied with her choice, her next dilemma was where was she going to change. Arhaan, who was watching her finally, spoke up with a grin across his face, "You can change here, what is the harm? We're married after all." When he finished his sentence, Yuuma's hand was formed into a fist as her blood began to boil. Arhaan gazed at her furious expression causing laughter to erupt from his mouth "I think I'm going to enjoy the married life," her expression relaxed, as she looked at him with a confused expression, "the bathroom is that way." He said pointing toward the room beside the bed.

Yuuma got up and headed toward it. She closed the door behind her as she hurdled her way toward the sink, she placed her hand on either side of the sink and glanced at the person that stood in front of her, I look terrible, she thought. Her make-up from the night before was still visible on her face, while her perfectly neat bun was now a mess, she looked as if she had come back from the dead. She turned the tap on, as she gathered water into her palms, splashing the cold liquid upon her face. "Just a couple more hours and I'll be back in familiar environment." She told her reflection. She changed into the clothes she grabbed earlier and noticed it was an anarkali, but it was not her at all, she guessed her mother must have put it there.

Yuuma started to admire the dress, as the black colour complimented her complexion; the suit was filled with gold and silver sparkles and beads, with beautiful embroidery. While the rim of the dupatta was design the same, but was fashioned with much more care. Yuuma washed the make-up and fixed her hair into a neat bun, then peeled of her wedding dress from her body putting on the anarkali.

Yuuma finally changed and stepped out of the bathroom. She looked around the room, as no sound but her own was heard. It is good she thought. Until her gaze immediately past the side table, her eyes stopped, then looked back and saw, on it settled a mug with fresh tea. "Did he-?" She asked herself, she grabbed the mug slowly swallowing the scorching tea down her throat. She then walked over to the suitcase and properly folded her heavy wedding dress struggling for quite some time before getting it right.

As she got up, her dress flared with her movement, she turned around and saw Arhaan staring at her with an amusing expression written across his face. Yuuma backed up, trying to gain space from the close contact, but failed to realize her suitcase behind her. Her legs gave in and her body balanced, trying to grab on to the nearest thing to focus on that balancing state. She quickly grabbed onto Arhaan's right arm, while he wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding onto his balance.

When the moment sustained, one of her hand clutched onto his shirt, while the other was holding the folds of his sleeves while her legs bent between his. They both looked up, meeting each other's gaze, figuring out what happened.

He finally took a step back as Yuuma gained the will power to regain her balance again. She let go of his shirt, but his left hand still rested where it was. She looked up at him with a 'let go of me expression,' but it didn't affect him. Instead, he pulled her closer, while his right arm swiftly tangled into her neatly done hair, loosening them; he slowly tugged, releasing them from their perfection. As her hair, elegantly twirl around his fingertips severing to her back. Yuuma's body shivered with his touch as she turned her head away from him. He then placed that hand underneath her chin, making her face him. His face dipped closer to hers, when he went past focusing on her ear. However, before he could say what he wished to-