Vows Of Vengeance

Chapter 42

Safiya's pov

"Avi..." I mumbled softly, my voice laced with drowsiness as my lashes fluttered against my cheeks.

"Stop staring at me like that. Mujhe sona hain...", Zaviyar's hold around me tightened just a little, not enough to hurt but enough to make me aware of how unwilling he was to let me go. His fingers curled more firmly around mine as if anchoring me there with him.

(I want to sleep...)

"touh sou jao Safiya... But don't expect that I'll close my eyes even for a second tonight. Only I know how restless I'm feeling at the idea of you leaving tomorrow," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with something deeper than he was willing to admit aloud.

( Then sleep Safiya... But don't expect that I'll close my eyes even for a second tonight. Only I know how restless I'm feeling at the idea of you leaving tomorrow.)

His lips brushed gently against my knuckles, placing a soft lingering kiss that sent a quiet warmth up my arm.

I let out a small breath, trying to ignore the way his words settled somewhere uncomfortably close to my heart.

"Then you too come with me na... you need a vacation too," I said, my tone lighter as I absentmindedly traced the faint lines of his veins, my thumb gliding slowly over them as if memorizing their patterns.

His eyes softened for a moment but the hesitation returned just as quickly.

"Don't get me wrong Safiya, but my relations with your father haven't improved much and I don't think he will want me ther-" he began, sincerity clear in his gaze, his words careful as if he did not want to upset me.

"And yet here you are romancing his daughter?" I cut in, a scoff escaping my lips as I pulled my hand away. "These, Mr Khan, are called double standards."

I turned away from him in mock annoyance, but the movement barely lasted a second. A sharp gasp left me as his arm suddenly wrapped around my waist, strong and posessive, pulling me flush against his chest. His hard chest pressed against my back, leaving no space between our bodies.

"And you're loving every bit of it," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, his hand caging me in as though he had no intention of letting me escape.

My breath hitched as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, slow and deliberately tracing the edge of my ear. He dragged them downward, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses that traveled to the curve of my neck, each touch sending a quiet shiver through me.

"Zaviya-" I hissed softly, my fingers tightening against his arm when I felt his teeth graze my earlobe, the unexpected sensation making my heart skip. His hand slipped under my shirt.

"Call me Avi... Like you did. I love it," he said, his voice softer now, almost teasing, yet there was something sincere beneath it.

I nodded slightly, though my breath was uneven. Gathering whatever composure I had left, I turned in his hold, facing him. Before he could lean in further, I quickly slipped my hand over his mouth, stopping him mid movement.

"It's already so late and I... I should sleep," I said, my voice quieter now, though my racing heart betrayed me. his hand that was under my shirt now traced patterns in my bare back.

For a brief second, his eyes flickered between mine and my lips, as if caught between restraint and temptation. Then he gave a small nod.

"Good nigh-"

"Let's go on a bike ride..." he cut me off suddenly, his words so unexpected that they didn't register at first. My eyes widened, all traces of sleep vanishing instantly.

There was no way. Absolutely no freaking way. I must have heard wrong. I looked at him, searching for confirmation that it was indeed him who said that.

This was the same man who had once lectured me endlessly about how dangerous it was to step outside at night. The same Zaviyar who avoided anything remotely reckless. And now he wanted to go on a bike ride. At this hour, with me?

I stared at him, trying to read if this was some kind of joke, but his expression held nothing but quiet determination.

I was probably hallucinating or maybe i was dreaming because why would Zaviyar, who practically declared war on anything that resembled fun, suddenly suggest something like this?

Yeah!

There was no way this was actually happening.

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Author's POV

" Wait... we can't go from this corner. There are more guards there.

Let's go from the back servants quarters.

", Zaviyar whispered, his voice barely audible against the stillness of the night, his hand firmly wrapped around Safiya's waist as both of them hid in the shadows, watching the guards stationed outside the mansion.

The mansion stood tall and silent, delved in darkness but the security around it was anything but . Guards paced back and forth, their footsteps echoing faintly, making the thrill of what they were about to do even more dangerous.

They were sneaking out in the middle of the night. And the only reason this was even happening was because Zaviyar was a dangerously good manipulator, and she had always had a weakness for beinga ttarcted to trouble.

A strange pull towards chaos, especially when it came wrapped in his presence. She was dressed nothing like the woman she was expected to be by the rest of Azamgarh.

Baggy jeans, a cropped top and his leather jacket draped over her frame, stolen from him without permission.

The jacket still carried his scent, the main reason why she wore it, something she refused to acknowledge consciously.

He, on the other hand, wore black pants, a fitted black t-shirt, and his own leather jacket.

" Twinning with me? ", she had teased earlier.

" Obviously. ", he replied without shame. And now here they were.

Just like that, they reached the back of the garden.

The air felt cooler here, quieter. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting soft shadows across the ground.

She slowly pulled Zaviyar along, her fingers curling around his wrist before she pointed toward a thick bush near the boundary wall.

" What's here? ", he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. Instead of answering, she crouched down and carefully pushed the bush aside, revealing a narrow hidden passage behind it.

" This... ", she said with a small, victorious smile. Realisation dawned on him.

" So that's how he keeps sneaking out at night... ", Zaviyar muttered, his jaw tightening as he immediately understood Kabir's route of escape.

His glare instantly shifted to her, suspicion clear in his eyes before he shook his head in disbelief.

" You will not bully him... ", she shot back instantly, narrowing her eyes at him, her tone protective and firm. There was no way anyone was touching her partner in crime under her watch.

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached. One of the servants appeared, pushing forward a bike. The same bike she had once stolen for a late night ride.

Zaviyar stepped forward without hesitation, took the keys from the man and gestured for him to leave.

The servant looked at both of them, clearly shocked but said nothing. He bowed slightly before walking away. Silence fell ariund them.

Zaviyar dragged the bike carefully through the hidden passage first, making sure it didn't make noise and she followed right behind him, glancing around nervously.

Once outside, he straightened up and picked up the helmets. He wore his first, then gently helped her wear hers, his fingers brushing against her hair as he adjusted it properly.

Then, without warning, he pulled her closer.

His arm wrapped around her shoulder, firm yet gentle as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

For a moment, everything slowed down. The world shrank to just that small space between them.

He put on his helmet fully and then softly bumped his helmet against hers.

A quiet, playful gesture. He got on the bike and slowly revved the engine.

" Get on. ", She nodded, placing her hand on his shoulder before climbing onto the bike behind him.

" Hold me tighter, Safiya. ", he said, his tone casual but laced with something deeper. For some reason, she hesitated. Instead of wrapping her arms around him, she held onto the corner of his leather jacket, barely gripping it.

It felt strange to hold him like that, so intimately. It felt like she was back in college again, sneaking out of her hostel at night, chasing freedom without consequences. The only difference was that she never sat behind anyone, not romantically at least.

She had never imagined she would be doing something like this with Zaviyar. The same man who always claimed such things were against his morals.

" No... I'm fine. ", she replied, choosing to hold onto the grab handles instead. The next second, she gasped.

He suddenly jerked the bike forward.nd her body instantly lurched ahead, her chest colliding with his back as her arms wrapped tightly around him out of pure instinct.

" What are you doing? ", she protested, slapping his back lightly. He chuckled.

" You either hold me or I have ways to make you do it. ", he said, taking her hands and placing them firmly around his waist again.

" Aren't you being a little too romantic? ", she asked, her hands slowly sliding upward despite herself.

" Are you falling for it? ", he asked, a stupid grin spreading across his face.

" Maybe... ", she replied softly..He winked at her through the visor and then they took off into the darkness of the night, leaving everything behind.

The road stretched endlessly under the dim glow of the moon, the wind rushing past them as the bike cut through the silence of the night.

Zaviyar glanced at Safiya through the rear view mirror. Her chin rested lightly on his shoulder as she kept talking, her voice filled with excitement as she rambled about going home.

Home!

The word stung more than he expected. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the thought of her leaving made something twist inside him. He wanted to go with her. He wanted to stay close. But he couldn't.

His grip tightened slightly on the throttle.

Without thinking, his left hand moved back and rested on her calf for a brief moment, checking if she was seated properly, making sure she was safe.

Then it returned to the handle. But the moment his fingers touched her skin through the fabric, Safiya felt it.

A soft, unexpected warmth. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she swallowed, trying to ignore the effect he had on her so effortlessly.

Then, as if acting on impulse, she slowly removed her hands from his chest. " Safiya, hold on. ", he warned, his tone firm.

He glanced again, only to see her hands resting loosely around his waist, not holding him at all. She kept giggling, shaking her hands just inches away from him but she wouldn't hold on.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Letting go of the throttle for a second, he grabbed her hand and pulled it up, placing it firmly against his chest.

" Let go again, and I'll handcuff you to the bed once we get home. ", he warned.

" You have handcuffs? ", she asked, genuinely confused.

" I'll ask my men to get them. ", he replied casually..She immediately shook her head.

" Don't. They will think you are into bdsm. "

" Now what is that?! ", he asked, clearly confused. Safiya bit her lip.

Had she ruined his innocence again?

Zaviyar, on the other hand, had already made a mental note to look it up later. Then something shifted in her expression. A mischievous thought crossed her mind.

Slowly, stealthily, she slid her hands beneath his t-shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin before resting against his abs.

" Safiya, you better stop... ", Zaviyar warned, his voice tightening as he tried to pull her hands away with his left hand. But she refused.

" You only told me to hold on properly. ", she replied innocently..He exhaled sharply and chose to ignore her, focusing back on the road.

Until she squeezed his chest. He shot her a glare through the mirror while she giggled behind him.

" You better pray because no one can save you today. ", his voice turned hoarse.

" Kya karlogee...? ", she challenged, pulling her hands away and placing them on her hips.

(What will you do, huh..?)

The road ahead began to change. She noticed it first as the surroundings grew darker and soon the road started to incline. She saiw they were heading towards a hill.

" Why are we going into a hill in the middle of the night? ", she asked, her voice lowering slightly, a hint of nervousness creeping in as she instinctively moved closer to him.

" Trust me, Safiya... ", he said simply. When they finally reached the top, he stopped the bike. The engine went silent and the world felt eerily still. Both of them got down from the bike Safiya could feel the pavement underneath her soles.

Safiya looked around, her eyes scanning the darkness, the unfamiliar surroundings making her uneasy. And then she noticed, that Zaviyar wasn't there. Her heart skipped a beat in shock and fear.

" Aviiii... Aviiiiiiiii... Wh-where are you? ", she called out, her voice trembling slightly as she turned around, trying to find him in the darkness. The silence only deepened.

" I'm afraid of the dark... come out~ ", she added, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

She almost felt like crying, that strange heaviness rising in her chest, when suddenly the entire place lit up. One by one, like stars waking from sleep, tiny golden lights wrapped around the long, drooping branches of the willow tree flickered to life.

{ The unfruitful result of me tormenting Chat gpt to combine two pics. Just imagine these two trees together ]

For a moment she just stood there, frozen, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder. The willow tree swayed gently with the wind, its illuminated branches brushing against the night like a dream that refused to stay still.

The soft rystle of leaves mixed with the glow of fairy lights made the entire place feel unreal. Like she had stepped into something she once imagined but never thought she would be able to witnessd.

Then her gaze shifted and there he was. Zaviyar stood near the oak tree beside the willow, that too wrapped in lights, as if the entire place had been waiting for this moment.

He lifted his hand, waving at her a faint smile playing on his lips.

Behind him was a tree house. Her heart skipped looking at it.

No. It did not just skip. It stumbled, tripped over itself and then began racing brcause the sight in front of her felt impossible. It looked exactly like something out of her dreams.

" This... ", Safiya whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide as she took a step forward. The familiarity hit her like a wave. It was not new. It felt like something she had known once, something she had touched and lived through.

" Is the tree house we built together. More like we both demanded and people made it for us.. ", Zaviyar said quietly, his voice softer than usual, " But you probably don't remember it... "

Her brows furrowed slightly, her fingers curling unconsciously as she tried to hold onto the fragments slipping through her mind.

" Actually I... I do remember it. Fragments of it... I thought it's just a dream I had. And it didn't exist ", He watched her for a second, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he climbed down and began walking toward her.

" Wanna go up there? ", he asked, stopping just a step away. She looked up at the tree house again, doubt creeping in despite the pull she felt.

" No... What if it falls? We are heavy now. Back then we were so little... ", A faint chuckle escaped him.

" It won't fall. I have been maintaining it myself for years... ", Her gaze snapped back to him, surprise clear on her face as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

" On your own? ", He nodded, as if it was nothing, before taking her hand and pulling her along toward the hidden stairs behind the tree. They climbed up, the wood creaking softly beneath their weight, yet holding strong just like he promised.

Safiya did not step inside immediately. Instead, she sat at the edge of the wooden plank, her legs hanging slightly as she turned her attention back to the willow tree. The lights danced with the wind, glowing and dimming in a rhythm that felt almost alive.

" What about the fairy lights on the willow tree? ", she asked, her voice softer now, calmer, as if the place itself was soothing her. Zaviyar leaned back slightly, watching her instead of the tree.

" You were always scared of the willow tree when we were little. So I, and ammi came up with that idea. ", She looked at him sheepishly, a small smile tugging at her lips before she leaned a little closer.

" So nobody knows about this place except us? "

" Hmmm. ", His voice came out low, rough, as his hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer without effort.

" What other surprises are you hiding from me Avi...? ", Her lips curved, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in, so close that her breath brushed against his skin.

" You will have to find that out yourself Safiya... ", She leaned even closer, her lips almost touching his as she murmured, " Is that so? "

He gulped, his grip tightening ever so slightly, his control slipping for just a second. But before he could close the distance, she pulled away.

She dropped onto her knees and scrambled inside the tree house, her laughter echoing softly as she moved to the farthest corner.

" You're going to pay for this... ", he muttered, dragging himself inside, his tall frame forcing him to lower his head awkwardly.

Before she could react further, his hand came up, holding her head firmly and he crashed his lips against hers.

The force of it stole the breath from her lungs, swallowing her protests before they could even form.

Her fingers moved instinctively, tracing the firmness of his chest before clutching his t-shirt tightly.

She wanted to pull him closer, to deepen it on her own terms.but he did not let her.

He caught her wrists mid-motion and slowly, deliberately, moved them behind her back, trapping them there with one hand.

Her breath hitched. His other hand held her head in place, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Her eyes widened slightly as realization settled in.

He pulled back just enough, his lips still brushing against hers, their breaths mingling.

" No touching... ", he murmured softly, his voice grazing her senses just like his lips were grazing her skin, " Bad girls don't get such privileges. Now take what I give you. "

She rolled her eyes but the reaction lacked its usual sharpness.

Because the moment he leaned in again, unbearably slowly, she felt it.

The intensity and the control he held. The way he took his time as if he had all the patience in the world, yet none at all.

Her body responded despite her resistance.

She wanted to touch him, to run her fingers through his hair, to pull him closer.

But she could not as he had made sure of that.

And she hated it and loved it. She pressed her lips shut when he tried to deepen the kiss, denying him entry. He pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing, a hint of challenge flashing in them. Then he chuckled.

A deep, raspy sound that reverberated through his chest and into her, sending a shiver down her spine that she refused to acknowledge. This time, he did not ask. He deepened the kiss, biting her bottom lip just enough to make her gasp. And the moment she did, he took control completely.

His tongue slid against hers, the kiss turning intense, consuming her whole as if he had been holding back for far too long.

He kissed her like she was his oxygen. Like something he could not live without.

And when he finally pulled away, both of them were left breathless, their chests rising and falling rapidly.

" I can't get enough of you... ", he whispered, his thumb brushing softly over her bottom lip. She rolled her eyes again, trying to gather whatever composure she had left.

" I'm not talking with you. ", She crossed her arms and walked out, leaving him behind. He followed her down the tree, watching her as she made her way toward the willow tree once again.

" Why... ", he asked, pulling her back suddenly, making her collide against him. His arms wrapped around her, his chin resting lightly against her neck.

" You wouldn't let me touch you... ", she said, her voice softer now, almost hurt.

" You were teasing me, love... and that comes with consequences... ", His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, placing a soft peck there. She pulled away slightly, her expression turning stubborn.

" Oh really? So you must know every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I won't talk to you... Go away... "

Just then, a few drops of rain touched his face. Safiya watched him, irritation mixing with concern as she stepped under the shelter of the tree house. He simply stood there, letting the rain fall over him, his eyes closing for a moment as if he welcomed it.

" Eyyy pagal aadmi... You will get wet, come here ", He opened his eyes, locked them with hers. The drizzle fell on him like a shower of crystal under the warm light of the fairy lights. The willow trees gentle sway seemed like it had stopped time.

[ eyy stupid... You will get wet, come here ]

Safiya didn't want to get sick. She wanted to enjoy her stay at her home and not spend the entire time in her bed trying to recover from her cold.

She watched amazed as Zaviyar stood there, his eyes closed as the rain softly drizzled around him.

He looked absolutely gorgeous under the shower, the light of the willow tree from behind just making him look more majestic.

And then, without hesitation, he looked at her gently, and then his voice cutting through the rain, " Mujhe tumse mohabbat hogayi hain Safiya Shah... Beinteha mohabbat "

[ I have fallen in love with you, Safiya Shah... endlessly and deeply in love ]

{ A/N : Koi cringe nhi bolega ??????| no one will say this is cringe (no one will call this cringe ) }

Safiya's breath hitched, her entire demeanor cracking in that very moment as she looked at the man standing before her. Something inside her softened, something she had been holding back for far too long finally slipping out of her grasp.

Zaviyar slowly extended his hand toward her, his movements unhurried, almost hesitant despite the intensity in his eyes. And Safiya, without even realizing what she was doing, found her own hand lifting, reaching out to him as if it had always known its place was in his.

His fingers wrapped around hers, warm despite the rain beginning to fall and then in one swift motion he pulled her closer. His hands slid down, holding onto her knees as he lifted her effortlessly, making her let out a small gasp that dissolved into laughter.

He twirled her beneath the rain, the world around them blurring into nothing but motion and light. The willow tree swayed above them, its fairy lights shimmering through the falling droplets, as if the entire night had come alive just to witness them.

The rain grew steadier, drenching them slowly, yet neither of them cared. Safiya let herself feel it this time. The cold drops against her skin, the warmth of his touch, the way her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. It was overwhelming and beautiful all at once.

He finally brought her down, his hands still lingering on her as if he was afraid to let go. But this time, Safiya did not hesitate. Her arms slid around his neck, her fingers curling against him as she rose onto her tiptoes. And then she kissed him. It was slow and soft, savoring every second.

There was no teasing, no restraint, no power play. Just love and everything they had been holding back. Their emotions that finally found its way out and a longing that had existed far before either of them acknowledged it.

When she pulled back, their foreheads rested together, their breaths uneven yet perfectly in sync.

" Me too, Zaviyar Khan. I have fallen in love with you. ", A quiet laugh escaped both of them, almost at the same time, as if they could not believe how long it had taken them to reach here. There was something so innocent, so childlike about that moment.

Like two people who had always belonged to each other finally realizing it. They stood there beneath the willow tree, wrapped in each other, holding onto a feeling that made everything else seem insignificant.

The world outside that moment ceased to exist. The responsibilities they carried, the past that once weighed them down, the pain, the distance, all of it faded into nothing. There was only them. Only this.

Zaviyar and Safiya stood under the canopy, their hands intertwined, their gazes locked as if they were speaking without words. Silence had never felt this full before.

" Say it again... ", he whispered, his voice carrying a vulnerability she had never seen before. Safiya smiled, even through the rain, resting her forehead against his..

" I love you. ", she murmured only to gasp as his lips found her again, crashing against hers with a gentle force.

The kiss was rushed. It was demanding. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting each and every corner. Safiya melted in his arms, supporting herself by holding onto him as he devoured her.

The kiss spoke of his reluctance to let her go. The rain poured harder around them, the willow tree swaying gently above, its fairy lights flickering like stars that had fallen just for them.

When she ran out of breath, she tapped lightly against his shoulders, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself. He finally eased, his lips leaving hers but he did not step away.

Their breaths mingled in the small space between them, warm against the cool rain. Zaviyar rested his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek, wiping away a droplet that he could not tell was rain or something else.

" You have no idea what you've done to me... ", he murmured.

Safiya let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly.

" I think I do... Avi. "

That name. It did something to him every single time. He closed his eyes for a brief second, a faint smile forming on his lips before he pulled her back into his arms. This time, gently.

And beneath the willow tree, under the rain, wrapped in stolen time and whispered confessions, they did not just fall in love. They allowed themselves to feel it fully, to hold onto it letting go of their past.

Under the same willow tree where two children once made promises without understanding their depth. Where laughter once echoed as their mothers watched them with amusement. Today, those promises were no longer childish dreams. Today, they had become real.

[ A/N - no one will say this is cringe ???? haan sidhi warning hain meri aur Safiya ki taraf se?????♀?? ( yes, it's a straight warning from me and Safiya ) ]

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Riffat's voice carried a warmth laced with quiet concern as she continued instructing the staff, her eyes occasionally flickering toward Safiya.

" Apna khayal rakhna, aur apne parivaar vaalo ko unke gifts yaad se dedena.

Aur- ", she said, her words trailing as she gestured for the boxes to be placed carefully.

[ Take care of yourself, and don't forget to give your family members their gifts. And- ]

She paused, then turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Zaviyar who stood at a distance, his expression hardened, his tone clipped as he instructed two male staff members with visible irritation.

" Jao apne shohar se baat karlo. Subah se uska mood kharab hain uska. ", Riffat added softly, nudging Safiya with a knowing look.

[ Go talk to your husband. His mood has been off since morning. ]

Safiya nodded, though a faint hesitation lingered in her steps as she made her way toward him. He stood tall, his back rigid, his presence enough to make the surrounding staff move faster, quieter. She stopped just behind him, her voice softer than usual as she called out, " Avi... "

He stilled for a moment before slowly turning around, his sharp gaze immediately softening the moment it fell on her. Without a word, his hand slid behind the small of her back, firm yet gentle, guiding her slightly closer to him as if the distance itself bothered him.

His eyes travelled over her from head to toe, not missing a single detail, before he turned his head slightly. " Bring a shawl for her... ", he instructed one of the maids, his tone leaving no room for delay.

Then, as if switching back to business, he added, " Keep all these in the other cars.

", directing another man. Safiya's brows furrowed as her gaze followed the movement around her.

Boxes, suitcases, neatly packed parcels.

Clothes, sweets, jewellery and things she could not even immediately identify. It felt excessive and too much.

" What are all these? ", she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

" Gifts for your family members. Some sweets and also some things that you might need there.

", he replied, not even looking at her, his focus still fixed on the arrangements.

That only made her frown deepen. Just then, her eyes caught sight of suitcases being carried into the cars, one after another.

" Stop, stop... stop! I'm going home. Everything I need is already there. ", she said quickly, stepping forward as if to physically halt the process.

" I don't need so many clothes. And i definitely don't need.

.. wait is that a fucking bed... ", her voice rose in disbelief, her eyes widening.

Zaviyar only glared at her for cursing but she was not sorry, because if that was actually a bed then it was diabolical because who in the right mind does that.

She turned abruptly, almost exasperated, " Ammi what is this? ", her tone bordering on a shriek. Riffat only gave her a small, apologetic smile, her eyes subtly shifting toward Zaviyar, silently admitting defeat. Safiya's gaze snapped back to him, sharp and accusing but he remained unbothered.

" You will need a bed to sleep on... ", he stated as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

" What part of I'm going home don't you understand? Whatever i need is already there... My clothes, my bed, my wardrobe, my dressing table. This is too much... You're making me feel like I'm going there as a guest, please stop. ", her voice softened at the end but the frustration was still clear.

" You're my wife, looking after your comfort is my responsibility. ", he responded, calm but firm, his words carrying a weight that made it hard to argue.

" Yes it is. But why are you sending these with me? What in the reverse dowry is this? ", she asked, running a hand through her hair in frustration. Around them, the staff had slowed down, their eyes shifting between the two, unsure whether to continue or stop.

" Zaviyar, these were old traditions we don't need to follow them anymor- ", Riffat tried to intervene but he cut her off immediately.

" Who said that these are old traditions ammi? ", he asked, his tone steady but unyielding.

" Traditions my foot, I'll burn all of this to ashes if you don't listen to me ", Safiya snapped, her patience snapping along with her words. His gaze darkened at her threat.

" Safiya, it's for your comfort. "

" Believe me I'll be much more comfortable without these... ", she muttered, her hand instinctively finding his bicep, her touch softening the edge of her words. He looked down at her hand, then at her face and after a brief pause, he sighed and gave a small nod.

" Other than these, you're taking everything. Also I'm sending two maids with you to take care of you. ", he added, already deciding for her. She opened her mouth to protest but he raised his index finger, silencing her before she could even begin.

" No buts. Ek baar mein maan gaya, ab tum maan jao. ", he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing.

[ I agreed in one go, now you agree too. ]

" Take this... ", he added, slipping a card into her hand.

She looked at it, confused. " Why are you giving me your card? "

" I'll not be there to take care of you. So, this is the least I can do. "

Her expression tightened instantly. She pushed the card back into his hand.

" I don't need your card. I have my money, avi.

I'm not unemployed or dependent on your money.

Stop making me feel like a gold digger. And also, if I really need money I can take it from dad.

", her tone sharp, carrying a hint of hurt beneath the surface.

Zaviyar did not respond with words immediately.

Instead, he cupped her face, his fingers pressing into her cheeks slightly, squishing them in a way that caught her off guard.

" I know you have your own hard earned money my independent lawyer sahiba.

", he murmured, leaning closer until his breath brushed against her skin.

" lekin tum meri zimmedari ho. Tumhari har zarurat puri karna mera farz hain.

Aur yeh karne se tum mujhe nhi rok sakti.

Achcha ek second ruko. ", Before she could react, he pulled out his wallet and handed her a stack of cash.

[ But you are my responsibility. Fulfilling all your needs is my duty. And you cannot stop me from doing that. Okay, wait a second. ]

" I will not use this. ", she said firmly, though she didn't push it away this time.

" it's okay. Just keep it with you for emergencies. ", he insisted, his tone gentler now.

" But- ", she tried again but he cut her off once more.

" Apne baba ko apna maanti ho? Mujhe apna nhi maanti? ",His words were quiet, but they landed heavily.

[ You consider your father as yours? Don't you consider me yours? ]

Something in her expression shifted, the resistance softening just a little. " Maanti hu... ", she murmured.

[ I do... ]

" Agar apna maanti hain touh har baat peh paraya kyu kardeti hain aap mujhe ", he asked, his fingers wrapping around her hand, his thumb brushing softly against her knuckles in a gesture that was far more intimate than his words.

[ If you consider me yours, then why do you make me feel like an outsider every time? ]

" You dont become a gold digger by taking my money Safiya. What's mine is yours... ", he added, his voice softer than usual. She hesitated, then slowly nodded.

" I will miss you, Safiya. Please come back soon. ", he said, cupping her face again, his gaze lingering on her as if memorising every detail.

It was then that her attention shifted, her eyes moving past him toward the driveway. Three drivers had already taken their seats. Engines hummed softly and the realization dawned on her slowly. She had assumed the other cars were for his work. They were not.

" Wait why are there two cars following me ? ", she asked, her confusion returning, laced now with disbelief.

" For your safety. ", Zaviyar held her wrist, his fingers firm yet gentle as if even in restraint there was care woven into his touch. Without giving her much room to argue, he guided her towards the car parked in the middle, his presence almost shielding her from everything around.

" But why would I need protection. I'm not some minister, Avi. ", she exclaimed, frustration lacing her voice as she frowned at him. His constant habit of babying her was beginning to get on her nerves, even if a small part of her understood where it came from. And secretly liked it.

" But you're just as important for me. ", he said, his tone calm and matter of fact as if it was the most obvious truth in the world.

" Let me guess... Rida and Mansi are coming with me? ", she asked, her expression turning into a look that clearly read, 'are you kidding me.'

" Yes... ", Zaviyar nodded without hesitation, almost as if he had expected this reaction and chose to ignore it completely.

" Areh bas yeh kyu, mein kehti hu pureh Azamgarh ko bhejo na mere saath. ", she retorted sarcastically but her tone faltered midway as a thought crossed her mind. What if he actually did it? Knowing Zaviyar, it would not be impossible. The idea itself felt disastrous.

" Just send the driver, that's fine. ", she tried again, this time more controlled, hoping to reason with him. But he didn't show any sign of even rethinking his decision..

" There are too many gifts and luggage and you will need help. Also, they will take care of you. ", Zaviyar said, his hand coming up to softly caress her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin in a way that contradicted the firmness of his words.

" Are you sure you are not sending them to get regular updates of me? ", she narrowed her eyes into a thin line, suspicion flickering in them before she sighed, already half aware that arguing with him was pointless.

" I'll not be there to take care of you... and I know you will never reach out to me even if you're in trouble. ", he admitted quietly, his voice lowering as his gaze softened, his hand still lingering as if reluctant to let go.

" I'm not taking anyone with me. ", she said stubbornly. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Waqas glance at his watch. It was subtle, almost insignificant to an outsider, but Safiya had learned its meaning over time.

There was always a shift when that happened.

.The guards repositioned themselves with mechanical precision.

The number of people around her subtly increased, then decreased like a silent wave adjusting itself.

Safiya had witnessed it countless times while going to court or arriving somewhere important.

Yes, she knew Zaviyar sent people to follow her almost from the first day she began going to court after marriage.

" Fine... ", Zaviyar said almost immediately, his answer coming too quickly, too smoothly, like something rehearsed.

" You are just going to send more people, aren't you? ", she rolled her eyes before suddenly grabbing Waqas's wrist, her action deliberate. It was a message, not just to him but to everyone watching.

" Kya karu mein tumhara... ", Safiya muttered, letting go of Waqas's hand as soon as she felt Zaviyar's sharp glare settle on them.

.Waqas instantly pulled his hand back, hiding it behind him as he shot Zaviyar a pleading look that clearly said, 'Aapki biwi ne pakra pehle, meri koi galti nahi. Don't cut my hand'

[ You're wife touched me first, don't cut my hand.]

" Aap jouh marzi karsakti hain, aapka hee hu... ", Zaviyar leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper near her ear. The proximity made her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through her.

" Hato... baat karne ka koi faida nahi hain tumse... ", Safiya said, rolling her eyes again as she tried to move away but Zaviyar caught her wrist once more, pulling her back just enough to keep her within his reach.

Just then, the maid returned with the shawl. Zaviyar's eyes immediately recognised it. It was not just any shawl. It was the same one he had received the day he officially became the head of the village.

An ancestral piece, meant to be worn only by him, carrying years of legacy and authority. Yet, he had wrapped it around Safiya the day of the attack without a second thought.

The staff noticed it too. A brief silence settled among them. Riffat stood still, her expression calm, knowing that this decision belonged solely to him.

" Take care of yourself. ", Zaviyar said, his voice quieter now as he handed the shawl to her. " Raaste mein thand lage touh audh lena. "

Riffat stepped forward, pulling Safiya into a warm, motherly embrace.

" Khuda hafiz. ", she murmured softly, offering a quiet prayer before gently blowing air at Safiya's face.

Safiya smiled faintly, her heart feeling unexpectedly heavy as she turned to leave, but before she could take a step, a loud voice echoed through the air.

" Bhabiiii..... ", It was Kabir, arriving on his bike. He quickly jumped off and rushed towards her, holding a tote bag.

" Here bhabi, snacks for you. ", he said, handing the bag to the staff who placed it inside the car before he wrapped his arms around Safiya in a quick hug.

" Yarr, bhabi who will save me from bhai's anger now. ", Kabir complained dramatically.

" Chal ab dur hatt. ", Zaviyar pulled him away, only to be met with Safiya's sharp glare.

( Now move away)

" Meri gair maujudgi mein daantna mat usse. ", she warned, her tone leaving no room for argument.

( Dint scold him in my absence )

Zaviyar nodded, his expression shifting instantly. " Why would I scold him? ", he said, turning towards Kabir with a smile. Kabir felt a chill run down his spine. That smile was far from reassuring.

Zaviyar then turned back to Safiya, gently guiding her towards the car. He opened the door for her, placing his hand carefully on the edge of the roof so she would not bump her head while getting in.

Safiya slipped inside, the movement slow, almost reluctant. As soon as she settled, she rolled down the window and reached out, grabbing his hand abruptly as if she needed that one last moment.

" Achcha suno... ", she said softly, her lashes fluttering as she looked at him. There was a sudden sadness in her eyes now, something she had not allowed herself to feel until this moment.

" Finish your work on time and come back home early. Waqas will tell me your schedule everyday... ", she said sternly, though the concern beneath her words was impossible to miss. He nodded obediently, their fingers interlocking as the low rumble of the car engines filled the air.

" And don't skip your meals. I'll ask Meenu amma whether you had your meals or not. ", she continued, her grip tightening for a brief second before loosening again.

" Aur haa... jyada gussa mat karna. Mujhe complaints nahi aani chahiye ki meri absence mein tum firse woh pehle vaale, sadu karele ban gaye ho, okay?

", she added, her lips curving slightly as she extended her pinky towards him.

Zaviyar smiled, a softness in his eyes that only she seemed capable of bringing out as he hooked his pinky with hers.

( And yes... don't get angry every other second. I shouldn't get your complaints that in my absence you became that previous grumpy, bittergourd,.okay? )

" Aur kuch biwi ji? ", he asked quietly, his voice low, his gaze fixed on her as if memorising every little detail before she left.

[ Anything else, my wife? ]

"I'll miss you, miyan ji...", Her voice was soft, almost as if it carried a piece of her heart along with it.

( Miyan ji - dear husband )

The engine hummed to life, breaking the fragile stillness between them.

The first car rolled out of the gates, followed by Safiya's.

And in that slow, reluctant moment, her fingers slipped from his grasp.

Their hands brushed against each other, not fully letting go, not fully holding on either.

It was a fleeting touch but it lingered as if time itself had paused just to let them feel it a second longer.

Safiya leaned slightly out of the window, her hand lifting to wave at him, her eyes refusing to look away.

Just then, a strong gust of wind rushed past, wild and untamed.

Her hair flew across her face, dancing in the air and before she could react, her dupatta slipped free and flew back. It landed right on Zaviyar's face.

For a second, everything stilled. Zaviyar closed his eyes instinctively, the soft fabric brushing against his skin.

He felt like he had been engulfed with a cocoon of her scent which was intoxicatinf and addictive.

It wrapped around him, pulling him into her presence even as she was being taken away from him.

A small, almost helpless smile tugged at his lips as he stood there, unmoving, holding onto that moment.

Inside the car, Safiya froze, her eyes widening in shock. She watched him through the rearview mirror, his figure slowly growing smaller as the car turned past the gates, disappearing from her sight. Something inside her twisted at that.

Outside, Zaviyar slowly removed the sheer dupatta from his face, his fingers tracing over the delicate fabric. His smile deepened, softer this time, as he stared at the mere piece of cloth which felt so dear to him.

Without thinking twice, he wrapped it around his wrist, securing it there as if it belonged nowhere else now. He turned to walk back inside but stopped.

A sudden movement caught his eye..Safiya! .Her hair flowed wildly behind her, no dupatta now as she ran straight towards him, her steps quick and desperate as if she had forgotten everything else in that moment.

And before he could even react, she collided into him, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a bone crushing hug.

Riffat stood at a distance, watching them with a knowing smile. Without a word, she gestured for the staff to head back inside, dragging Kabir along with her by his ear, ignoring his protests completely.

Safiya buried her face into his chest, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go.

" It's not like i don't want to go home. Bas tumhe chhor ke jaane ka man nhi kar raha. ", she murmured, her voice muffled against him as she inhaled the familiar, musky scent of his cologne.

( It's just that I don't want to leave you )

Zaviyar's arms tightened around her, his chin resting in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

" Tumhe lagta hain ki mera man kar raha hain tumhe jaane dene ka? ", She let out a soft laugh, trying to lighten the heaviness settling between them.

[ Do you think I feel like letting you go? ]

" You should go now... Otherwise I'll take you to our room and lock the door from inside. ", Safiya giggled, her laughter soft but real, though her heart raced at his words.

" Tumhari khopdi na tod du mein. ", she shot back, trying to sound threatening.

[ I'll break your head. ]

Her breath hitched the moment she felt his hand slide to her waist, his fingers tightening slightly as he pulled her closer. Heat rushed to her face, betraying her instantly even as she glared at him.

Zaviyar chuckled before suddenly lifting her up in his arms bridal style. Her eyes widened instantly.

" Put me down... ", she squealed, clutching onto his kameez tightly. " It's broad daylight. Everyone will see. "

" Let them see... ", he replied casually, as if it meant nothing at all. " I'm taking care of my wife. "

And just like that, he walked out of the gates, completely unfazed, while the cars that had already left awkwardly reversed back into position near the entrance.

The watchman quickly stepped forward and opened the car door. Zaviyar carefully placed Safiya inside, his movements unexpectedly gentle despite everything.

She glanced at him, their faces still close, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. And before she could overthink it, she leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his jaw. A faint maroon mark stayed behind.

He noticed, and he felt like he had won a gold medal..

" Mera dupatta...", she said, reaching out to take the neatly folded fabric from him.

[ My dupatta... ]

But he pulled it back slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

" Ab mera hogaya.. "

[ Now it's mine. ]

" Hawwww... Dupatta chor...", Safiya gasped dramatically.

[ Oh wow... dupatta thief... ]

" Mere paas khud aaya yeh... ", he winked.

[ It came to me on its own... ]

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips, failing miserably.

" Aur apni biwi ki koi cheez apke paas rakhna mujhe chor kese bana deta hain. "

[ And how does keeping something that belongs to your wife make me a thief? ]

" Thik hain yeh rakho apne paas, aur jab tak mein vapis nhi aati tab tak khudko aur issko sambhalna. ", Zaviyar's expression softened. He cupped her cheek gently, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead before whispering,

[ Fine, keep this with you, and until I return, take care of yourself and this as well. ]

" Jaldi aana. Mein tumhara muntazir rahunga "

[ Come back soon. I will be waiting for you. ]

This time, she didn't look back. The cars sped away, disappearing into the distance until there was nothing left but silence.

Zaviyar stood there for a moment longer, then pulled out his phone.

The GPS blinked softly on the screen, showing her active location.

Only then did he turn and walk back inside the mansion, her dupatta still wrapped around his wrist.

Safiya leaned back against the seat, her gaze fixed outside as trees blurred past one after another. A soft tune played through her earphones, filling the quiet space around her. She pulled the shawl closer around herself, unconsciously pressing it to her chest.

It still smelled like him. And she loved it more than she wanted to admit.

A strange feeling settled within her. Going back home didn't feel the same anymore.

She had left that house thinking it was just a temporary trip, a small escape.

She had no idea that she would return as someone else entirely. As someone's wife, as his wife.

Everything felt unfamiliar in a place that was once hers. What would the neighbours say? How would they look at her? What questions would follow her steps the moment she entered?

A quiet uneasiness crept into her chest, mixing with the excitement of seeing her home again. It was confusing and quite overwhelming.

Maybe that was why she had avoided going there all this time. Even when she went to court every day, she never took that turn towards her house. It was too far on the outskirts of Almora, yes. But that was never the real reason.

The truth was, she wasn't ready. Not until now.

She closed her eyes slowly, trying to calm the storm of thoughts inside her mind. Her phone buzzed..She opened her eyes and glanced down.

~ meh kaam peh jaa rha hu

~ meeting hain ek shayad call na kar pau

~ ghar pohochke mujhe inform kardena

~ raaste se kuch mat khaana pet kharab hojayega

[ Translation -

~ I am going to work

~ I have a meeting so I might not be able to call you

~ inform me when you reach home

~ Don't eat anything from outside on the way, you will get stomach ache ]

Her lips curved into an immediate smile. She stared at the screen for a moment longer than necessary, her smile softening. When did he become like this? When did he start caring this much? Amd why did it make her feel like this?

Her fingers hovered over his name before she quietly changed it.

She leaned back into the seat again, this time with a sense of calm settling deep within her heart. Everything would be alright.

Her mind slowly drifted back to the morning, replaying every little moment, every touch, every word, as if she was living it all over again.

Flashback

"Avi... wake up..

. I have to go," she whispered softly, her voice still laced with sleep as she tried to lift his head from her chest. Her fingers slipped into his hair, attempting to move him gently, but all her efforts went in vain when he only snuggled closer instead.

His warm breath fanned against the exposed skin of her cleavage, sending a shiver down her spine, his lips hovering just a breath away from her breasts as if he had no intention of letting her go.

"Please... five minutes..." he murmured lazily, his voice thick with sleep and comfort.

Safiya let out a quiet sigh, trying to push him again but his arms only tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

He buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as if it grounded him, as if she was the only place he wanted to exist in.

"No, I'm getting late. And you have to go to wor-ahhhh..." her words broke into a sharp hiss when she felt a sudden, piercing sting at her neck. Her body tensed instantly, fingers clutching onto his shoulders but the pain slowly melted away, replaced by something entirely different.

A teasing brush of his lips. Soft, lingering kisses that followed the spot as if apologizing and proviking her all at once.

"Wh-what are you d-doin... mhmmm..." her voice trembled before dissolving into a soft moan when she felt his thigh shift against her core.

Her body reacted instantly, stiffening before betraying her completely. Her breath hitched, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her top as she squirmed helplessly in his hold, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"Za-avi..." she breathed out his name, her voice barely above a whisper.

His hands grew bolder with every passing second.

One arm held her firmly against him, keeping her from escaping, while the other slowly slid upward, his fingers brushing against her skin before rolling her tank top up, exposing her stomach to his touch.

"I... I have to go ho-home.

.. I-ahhh..." her sentence shattered into a loud gasp when he suddenly pinched her nipple through the fabric, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through her entire body.

Her eyes widened, her back arching slightly as a wave of heat rushed through her veins, something unfamiliar yet addictive igniting within her.

"I don't want to," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, his voice low and stubborn, almost boyish yet dangerously persuasive.

"W-what will it take for you to release me?", she asked, her voice shy, breath uneven, her body still reacting to him in ways she could not control or even fully understand. She squirmed in his hold, restless, craving something she could not name, something only he seemed to awaken in her.

"This..." Zaviyar smirked, his eyes darkening with mischief before he leaned in and captured her lips in a slow, sensual kiss. He took his time, savoring her, biting and nibbling at her lips until a soft hum escaped her.

Somewhere in between, she lost track of herself.

She did not realize when her body started responding on its own, when she began rubbing herself against his thigh, chasing that rising sensation.

It left her breathless and when he suddenly pulled away, making her almost choked on the abrupt loss.

She stared at him, scandalized, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, feeling as if something had been cruelly taken away from her just when she was beginning to understand it.

"You are an opportunist..." she murmured, hiding her face in his chest, her voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Am I?" he teased softly. She nodded against him, making him chuckle under his breath.

Safiya, however, was not one to lose so easily.

A spark of mischief lit up in her eyes as she quietly moved away from him, careful enough not to alert him.

And before he could react, she reached out and pinched his bare nipple just as suddenly.

She was about to run, a triumphant smile already forming, when a strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her right back into him.

"Ab aapko pakad liyaa... kha jayengi ab?" he whispered near her ear, his voice laced with amusement.

( Now I have caught you... Where will you run now? )

Safiya wiggled in his hold, trying to break free but her movements only betrayed her further as she unknowingly brushed against him again, earning a low groan from him.

"Stop moving, Safiya," he warned, gripping her hips to still her.

"Ch-choro mujhe!" she protested, her voice rising, only for him to quickly cover her mouth with his hand. Without thinking, she bit into it, completely forgetting the mood they were in.

( L-leave me! )

"Wait... where are you taking me?" she asked, her eyes widening when he suddenly hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

"You said we are getting late, right?" he replied casually, carrying her towards the bathroom.

"Let's take a shower together. It will be quick and we will be contributing to the environment too..." he added with a straight face, only to scrunch it up when she let out a loud scream. He lightly spanked her, shaking his head.

"Are you practicing screaming for our shower together?"

"Ahhhh... no! You are a pervert!" she protested, wiggling frantically until she finally managed to get down.

"I... I will come back after a month if you keep doing this..." she warned, stepping back, trying to maintain some distance from him. But he only grinned wider, clearly unbothered.

"Plan achcha hain, mein bhi ek mahina ka break lelunga."

( The plan is good, I'll also take a vacation for a month )

"Matlab?" she frowned, confused.

( Means? )

"Ek mahine ke liye ghar jamayi ban jaunga aur kya..." he said with a cheeky smile, clearly enjoying her reaction.

( I'll become a stay at home son in law for a month )

"Itni dur bhaag jaungi na, tum kabhi dhund bhi nahi paoge," she challenged, but before she could move away, he pulled her back into his arms once again.

( I'll run away so far, you'll never be able to find me. )

"I'll always find you, Safiya..." he murmured, his gaze locking onto hers, his voice steady and certain in a way that made her heart skip.

"We will see," she replied with a tight-lipped smile, masking the effect he had on her.

"Go now and take a bath," he said finally, letting her go.

Safiya leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his cheek before slipping into the bathroom. He smirked to himself, turning around and casually pulling off his sweatpants, left standing only in his boxers.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open again, and her head popped out slightly.

"Kya hua, nahi jaana?" he asked, turning back towards her.

( What happened, you don't want to go? )

"Ayeee chikne, rate bata..." she whistled playfully before disappearing back inside, leaving him completely stunned.

( Ayeee handsome, what's your rate...)

"Kaisi biwi mili hain mujhe, khud hi ched rahi hain," he muttered, shaking his head with an amused chuckle.

( What kind of wife have I got, she's the one teasing me herself. )

"Jaisi bhi hain... meri hain," he added softly, a hint of pride settling in his voice.

( However, she is. She's mine. )

Flashback ends...

Safiya could not help but giggle softly in her sleep as the memory lingered. His words echoed in her mind, the way he had said it, the quiet certainty in his tone. It wrapped around her like an invisible embrace.

Just like that, she drifted deeper into slumber, her lips curved into a faint smile, her heart clinging to the memory of his touch, his voice, and the way he had looked at her as if she was his entire world.

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The sharp sound of tires against gravel broke the stillness as the three cars sped into the driveway, taking a swift turn before halting perfectly in line at the porch. The engines barely had time to settle when the guards moved into action with practiced efficiency.

Before Safiya could even reach for the handle, the door beside her was already opened by one of the guards. The cool air brushed against her face as she stepped out quickly, barely pausing for a second.

Her eyes immediately found them.

"Ammi..! Baba~!" she exclaimed in a sing-song tone, her voice bright and filled with pure excitement as she gathered her dress slightly and broke into a run.

Without hesitation, she threw herself into her father's arms, wrapping them tightly around him, holding on as if she had been waiting for this moment since forever.

"Meri bachchi... baba missed you so much,", Wajahat said, his voice softening as he gently caressed her head, his fingers lingering there as if trying to make up for all the time they had been apart.

( My child)

Safiya melted into his embrace for a moment, holding onto him just as tightly, before they slowly pulled away.

She had barely managed to stand straight, still smiling, when she suddenly flinched in surprise.

All the guards and maids standing around them greeted her parents together in unison, their voices echoing through the entrance, making her heart jump at the sudden formality.

"Assalamualaikum chhote sahab... chhoti biwi," the staff greeted, respectfully.

Wajahat and Rabiya returned their greetings calmly, their presence still carrying authority.

Just then, the man who had been driving Safiya's car stepped forward, walking up to Wajahat with a slight bow before handing him a phone.

"Sahab aapse baat karna chahte hain," he informed politely.

( Sirz wants to talk to you)

Safiya's brows furrowed instantly, a hint of curiosity and confusion crossing her face as she tried to guess what Zaviyar could possibly want to talk about now.

"Hello," Wajahat answered, his tone neutral, only to be met with a sharp voice from the other side, straight to the point, without any unnecessary words.

"Meri biwi ka khayal rakhiyega. Usse koi pareshani na ho.", The words were simple, yet carried a weight that did not go unnoticed.

( Take care of my wife. )

"Tumhari biwi meri beti hain, Zaviyar," Wajahat replied, his voice steady.

( You're wife is my daugterd first, Zaviyar )

Safiya's brows knit together at her father's words and before the conversation could go any further, she quickly snatched the phone from his hand and pressed it to her ear. What she heard next made her pause.

"Main uss baat se nahi mukar raha chacha-jaan. Main bas itna keh raha hoon ki Safiya ka khayal rakhiyega. Woh mujhe bohot azeez hain.", Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson at his words, the sudden sincerity catching her off guard. She coughed lightly, trying to compose herself before replying.

( I'm not denying that, uncle. I'm just saying... please take care of Safiya. She is very dear to me. )

"A-avi... this is my house. Of course baba will take care of me. You should not be so concerned," she said, her voice carrying both irritation and a shy warmth she could not fully hide.

"Sorry love, I can't help but be worried about you," he replied softly, his tone instantly gentler with her.

"Give the phone to your baba, let me greet him goodbye.", Safiya hesitated for a second before handing the phone back. Wajahat switched off the speaker before bringing the phone close to his ear.

"Hello..." Wajahat spoke again, but the shift on the other end was immediate. The warmth vanished, replaced by something colder, sharper.

"Aapki beti..." Zaviyar said in a mocking tone, amd let out a low chuckle.

( Your daughter )

"Aapki baat par main yakeen kar leta lekin aapka rishte nibhane ka record kuch kharab raha hai, chacha-jaan... or should I say, sasur ji."

(I would have believed you, but your track record of maintaining relationships hasn't been very good, uncle... or should I say, father-in-law.)

Each word was deliberate, the mocking emphasis on their relationship impossible to ignore. Wajahat's gaze instinctively shifted towards Safiya, who stood there with a bright smile still lingering on her face, her cheeks slightly flushed, completely unaware of the underlying tension.

His grip around the phone tightened subtly before he muttered, "Khuda hafiz," ending the call and handing the phone back to the guard without another word.

On the other side, Zaviyar leaned back, his eyes still fixed on the multiple screens in front of him. From different camera angles, the entire house came into view, each corner monitored carefully.

Everything appeared safe, nothing out of place, yet his gaze remained sharp, observant.

He had ensured every guard carried button cameras attached to their shirts. Even Rida and Mansi had been given pendants with hidden cameras. It was not just a precaution. It was distrust rooted into him.

He did not trust Wajahat Shah even a fraction. That was why he had changed his tone the moment Safiya had taken the phone. That was why every movement inside that house was under his watch.

Agastya let out a laugh, shaking his head as he watched his best friend.

"Bhabi apne ghar gayi hain, kisi jung pe nahi gayi jo tu itna react kar raha hai..." he teased, amused by the way Zaviyar hovered over the screens like something precious had been taken from him.

( Sister in law, has just gone to her home, not some war that you are reacting so much )

"I can trust her safety everywhere except that place," Zaviyar replied with a casual shrug, though his eyes never left the screen.

He watched as Safiya walked inside, her steps light, her happiness evident. Rida and Mansi followed closely behind her, the view now shifting through the cameras hidden in their pendants, capturing her from behind.

"So that means you have trusted her completely," Agastya said, spinning a paperweight idly between his fingers.

"I trust her more than myself," Zaviyar answered without hesitation. His gaze softened slightly as he watched her smile.

After a moment, he switched off the screens and turned towards Agastya.

"I might have married her for revenge from Wajahat Shah," he admitted, his voice quieter now, but firm. "But I won't do anything that would hurt her. Be it physically or mentally."

On the other side, Safiya stood in the living room, confusion slowly replacing her earlier excitement. Her eyes kept drifting towards her mother, who refused to even look at her, her silence heavier than any words.

"Baba, what's wrong with mama? Why is she not talking to me?" Safiya asked, her brows drawn together as she moved closer, settling beside Rabiya on the sofa, trying to catch her attention.

"She's angry because you always come to the court but never came to visit us," Wajahat explained calmly before turning to his wife. "Itna gussa nahi karte Rabiya, ek baar apni beti ki baat sun lo."

( Rabiya, you shouldnt be so angry, just listen to her once. )

"Ammi, yaar... construction is going on, and if I came to visit you all then I would not be able to return home early," Safiya said, her tone softening as she tried to coax her, leaning slightly closer.

"Ammi..." she called again, but her voice faltered when she noticed the tears gathering in Rabiya's eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Safiya asked, panic flashing across her face.

Before she could react further, Rabiya pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her so close it almost took her breath away.

"I'm seeing you after so long... and you have grown up so much," Rabiya said, her hands moving to cup Safiya's cheeks, her eyes scanning her face as if memorizing every detail. "You are happy, right-"

"Dear, she must be tired. Let her rest," Wajahat interrupted gently.

Rabiya nodded, wiping her tears before speaking softly, "Tum apne room mein jao... main aati hoon."

( You go to your room and freshen... I'll be there..)

Safiya nodded slowly before getting up and walking towards her room, her steps quieter now, her mind still lingering on her mother's reaction.

As she pushed the door open, a strange sense of familiarity washed over her. Everything was the same. Her study table still held the same scattered items she had left behind the day before leaving for Azamgarh, untouched, almost frozen in time.

Even though Rabiya had sent all her important documents and books, the room still carried her presence as if it had been waiting for her return.

The bedsheets were different, neatly spread, the pillow covers changed, the curtains replaced with new ones that fluttered slightly with the breeze. Yet, despite these small changes, nothing truly felt altered. Her soft toys still sat on the shelves, arranged just the way she used to keep them.

Safiya walked further inside, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the table before she finally sat down on the bed. For a moment, she simply looked around, taking it all in.

Then, without thinking, she let herself fall back.

Her body bounced slightly against the mattress, a small, familiar motion that made her let out a quiet breath, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as memories slowly began to settle around her once again.

Everything had changed so much. The same walls that once felt like home now stood around her like quiet strangers, holding memories she could no longer step back into.

She had never imagined it would be like this. That one day she would leave and return not as the same girl but as someone who no longer fully belonged.

A soft breath escaped her lips as her gaze lingered on the ceiling, her fingers curling slightly against the bedsheet beneath her. She had not even been able to say a proper goodbye.

The thought settled heavily in her chest, unspoken words and unfinished moments wrapping around her heart like a quiet ache.

And somewhere between what was hers and what no longer felt like it, Safiya closed her eyes, unsure if she had come back home... or simply returned to a place she once belonged to.