Chahne walon ko milte nhi chahne waale, hum ne har daghabaaz ki baahon mein sanam dekhe hain.
(The ones who love don't always get their lovers, I have seen Beautiful lovers in the arms of betrayers)
Hayat only had one week. She had to shop and manage everything. From deciding the flowers to setting up her own bridal shower.
She was enjoying everything, Azlaan and his family did came on the Mehndi function but Hayat's cousins and friends didn't let Azlaan see his future wife.
Azlaan was angry at everything, Zain could see that his brother was grumpy.
"Kya howa Bhai?, Bhabhi ka deedar nhi kara?" (What happened brother?, Didn't get to see your future wife?)
Zain teased Azlaan and his brother wanted to kill his younger brother more in that moment than he did in any other moments.
"They won't let me see her, I mean she's mine to see only, then why the hell not ? Fucking kids" Azlaan furiously stated.
"Brother, You can see her all you want at the wedding day" Zain tried to calm down his elder brother.
Azlaan could get very angry at little things, he had always been possessive over his things, Zain had learned this the hard way.
Then the music's volume was increased, Azlaan had enough.
He stood up and angrily strode towards the door where His wife was, he opened the door and he was astonished.
Beautiful.
That's what only came to Azlaan's mind as he was his future Wife dance, she was very happy which made Azlaan happy.
She was laughing loudly. His angel.
Azlaan groaned as he saw his beautiful wife dance, He was frustrated, he wished that his wife would only dance for him, he was very possessive in these type of matters.
Hayat looked up and froze, Azlaan was standing there, his eyes were only focused on her, not wavering for once.
Azlaan's future wife blushed and lowered her gaze. He was in a trance, he didn't even knew when his mother dragged him out of there whilst everybody laughed at the moment eagerness of the Dulha (Groom), even Mirza Ali smiled.
"Soon to be prime minister sahab, You can't wait" His mom playfully scolded him.
"Mom, Come on yaar. She is my wife, let me sit near her, Let me enjoy this occasion with her" Azlaan said and his mother was shocked, Her son had said that. Azlaan, the one who doesn't display his emotions wanted to see his wife.
"Dear son, She isn't your wife.."
"Yet" Azlaan made it clear that he was not backing down.
"Aunty! Aunty! Hayat is missing"
Azlaan ran towards where he last saw his wife dancing and enjoying. She wasn't there.
Guards searched the whole place and Hayat wasn't found anywhere.
Azlaan was furious, he saw red. Zain tried to console his brother but everybody knew about Azlaan. He was over protective over what was his.
"Bhai, She must be here somewhere" Zain saw his brother's disheveled state.
"Didn't you hear? The guards searched everywhere, she is not here!" Azlaan shouted.
Everybody was worried but Azlaan, he was scared, The Azlaan Ali scared of something, It was a new feeling but Azlaan didn't give a fuck to any of that.
He needed to find Hayat.
Azlaan walked out of the mansion, towards the big lawn, It was raining lightly, When he saw her. Hayat was standing at a far distance, her hands were spread out, her eyes closed.
Azlaan ran towards his Wife, he got hold of her and pulled her harshly towards him, She collided with his chest and he encircled his arms around her.
Azlaan breathed a sigh of relief. His heart felt at peace.
"You scared me Hayat" Azlaan's voice broke at a point and when Hayat looked up, he was looking at her with such intensity.
"Don't ever do that again" Azlaan scolded her and Hayat just kept looking at him.
"I am not going anywhere Azlaan" Hayat assured her future husband who was currently in a very stressed state.
Azlaan once again pulled Hayat in a tight hug, His nose was in her hairs, as he breathed in her scent. His eyes closed tightly.
"3 days only right?" Azlaan assured himself that this little human was going to be his in just 3 days.
"Actually..." Hayat continued and Azlaan knew that what she was about to say will bother him.
"Can we move the date of the nikkah a little?" Azlaan looked at his wife in disbelief.
"A little, how long it that?" Hayat looked at her future eager husband and answered "Three months later".
"No" Azlaan's voice was hard as steel, he couldn't wait that long.
"Why not?" Hayat couldn't help but ask.
"I said No Hayat, Our nikkah is three days later, And that's it" Azlaan ordered while looking straight in Hayat's eyes.
His wife had the audacity to smile at him, a toothy smile and said "Okay jee".
Azlaan then understood that she was making him angry on purpose, He narrowed his eyes at her and she knew that she had to run now.
Before Hayat could escape, Azlaan had her in his embrace, "Oh you little minx trying to tease me!" Hayat laughed out loudly.
"Azlaan, Baba said that after our Nikkah, we won't live together" Azlaan frowned.
"What?" He asked whilst his eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and a little bit of anger.
"Yeah, The rukhsati (a ceremony where a bride leaves her home to live with her lawfully wedded husband) will be after the elections" Hayat said and Azlaan was shocked as elections were 9 months away, he couldn't stay away for that long.
Azlaan stormed off as Hayat stood there, She knew that her husband was going to talk to Mirza and Ibraheem.
Zain saw his brother walking towards Ibraheem's private office where Mirza and Ibraheem were discussing some stuff.
Zain knew a storm was coming. Azlaan didn't let anything go without a fight.