Ezail was sitting on her table studying some reports suddenly a note catched her attention.

"𝐁𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐤𝐫 𝐫𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐩, 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐤𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞 "

(You are doing a huge mistake, you forgot me the old lover of yours just for the new one)

She read it and sighed.

"786th note " She muttered and put it inside a desk full of various notes.

"Who are you? " She mumbled to herself.

Ezail got up took her tote bag and left her house telling mom she'll be back in 2 hours.

She directly went to her favorite library to have some peace there as her house was full of relatives due to the wedding.

Only 24 hours left for her wedding and here she was sitting in a library.

She was looking tired , ezail brought a book and kept it in front of her. Without reading it she head down on her desk.

After sometimes she felt someone's present beside her. She opened her eyes and saw a masked men in jacket and black pants sitting beside her. He was wearing specs.

She didn't gave much attention to him and started reading the book to divert herself.

𝐄 𝐙 𝐀 𝐈 𝐋 '𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ~

"Keetabein padh kr APNI khaamoshiyon ke peeche ki wajah chhupana achha bahaana hai " I heard the man beside me.

(Hiding the reason behind your silence by reading a book is a good excuse)

I looked at him with confusion.

"Ji? " I confirmed is he talking to me.

(What?)

"Jii aap ki hi baat kr rha hu " He confirmed.

(Yes I am talking about you)

I looked at him but he was wearing a mask only his hazel eyes that were behind the specs were visible to me .

It reminded me of someone, I saw them before but whom?.

My thoughts came to an hault when he said " By the way, do you know you brought your own trouble for yourself " .

"Who are you? Aur ye kya bakwaas kr rhe ho? " I gritted my teeth and said with frustration.

I heard him chuckling, he didn't said anything further and got up to leave.

"Stop! Tell me what were you saying and what do you mean by that? "I asked curiosity peeking.

He put a chit under my book and left before glancing at me. I tried to stop him but he already left.

I opened the note and my hands started shaking.

" Gumnaaam " Written on it.

(Unknown)

He was the same person who used to send me notes with compliments. But what was he doing here?

And who is he?

I failed to see his face due to that mask, my head was spinning badly.

I can't process what just happened with me now. The person whom I was finding for the past six years was sitting beside me. But, I didn't got it.

How could I recognize him? I didn't knew his name neither who he is. Nor his house and not even his identity.

For the past six years, someone who was him only was sending me notes with different compliments, ideas, and many more thoughts which would always help me in some way but I was tired by this unknown person.

One day I got a note from him, where he mentioned

"𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐮, 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐚

𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐮 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐚

𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞,

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐨 ,

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐨 ,

𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢? 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢?

𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢?

𝐘𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬, 𝐀𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐨.

𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐳𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝗚𝘂𝗺𝗻𝗮𝗮𝗺 𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐨 "

I knew he was someone psycho, I didn't cared much about me. But, the fear that he might hurt my family always haunted me. Still till now nothing bad happened so, I was in relief.

He knew everything about me, but I didn't. I was unaware of him but he was well aware of me.

My likes dislikes everything he always mentioned it in his notes. I won't lie but I was kind of getting in habit of his notes.

I was! I waited for his notes. But, somewhere I knew it was forbidden and sinful. It may end with a devastating effect on each of our lives. But , still it's human nature to not care until it starts harming really.

I was kind of same, Ezail Amir for the Whole world is humble, kind hearted and normal but deep down I knew I was not. I was not less than an evil.

Not in that way, but somewhere my past made me think that way.

I sighed and took my bag to leave.

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𝐀 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐑 𝐀 '𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ~

I came back from his cabin and took my steps toward the exit gate to leave the hospital and join my sister in her mehendi. But, someone pulled me with my wrist causing me to stumble and fall over something hard.

I opened my eyes and saw him, Arsh.

"What are you doing? " I asked pushing him away.

"Shhhh" He said putting his index finger over my lips.

"Get in" He ordered me to get inside the HOs cabin.

"No" I said and pushed him away claiming my wrist back from him.

He clenched his jaws and soon I was in his arms. This man is crazy.

"Arsh someone might see us " I whispered in his ears with fear.

"Let them, you wanted it that's why you didn't listened" He mocked and I fisted cluching his shirt.

"Ohh now being angry " He mocked me and I gritted my teeth.

He took me inside his cabin, his cabin has two doors.

"Let me down " I said and he rolled his eyes.

"Neither do I am enjoying holding you" He said and dropped me, I hissed in pain.

"Ouchhh " I gasped.

I heard him gulping, I looked up at him. He was tall, taller than me. Obviously he will. He was 6'4 while I was 5'7 .

"Batameez " I cursed.

He glared and helped me to get up.

"Marry me " He said and I laughed.

I knew he was joking.

"Did you ate something wrong? Intoxication? " I asked smelling his mouth while he hesitated due to our closeness.

"Sorry " I mumbled.

"I am not joking " He said in his as usual serious tone.

"Are you mad? " I asked and heard him mumbling something.

"Not in a mood to argue with you, I don't like my bride and I want to ruin my life by marrying you " He said and I couldn't believe , how could he be so selfish and psycho.

" I would die rather than marrying you " I said with hatred.

I hated him I hated him so much.

"I know you hate me, and I promised you that I'll ruin my life. So to grant you your wish I had to marry you as by marrying you I'll ruin my life and your wish will be granted " He said with hatred in his eyes and no expression on his face.

I chuckled and tears rolled down my cheeks, I wipped it and looked at him.

"How could you be so selfish and venomous Arsh? " I let out my frustration.

"Sir " He reminded in his firm tone .

"Do you behave like one? " I asked.

He furrowed his brows.

"Sir, it's not normal for anyone to call his student in his cabin in a bridal style and asking her to marry " I mocked him.

He clenched his jaw and pinned me on the wall aggressively. This is the thing I hated about him.

"See because of this things between us get more complicated" I yelled.

He clenched his jaw in anger.

"Just because of you, you start dancing on my nerves" He said equally irritated.

"And still you want to marry Me " I chuckled.

"To ruin my life " He added piercing my heart.

I looked away.

"You are written for someone else " I said not looking at him and pushing him to free myself.

He did stepped back and gave me a way to leave.

"Stop " He said and I halted in between.

"Is it your last decision? " He asked coming closer and staring into my soul.

I nodded, he was scaring me.

He left from there banging the door loudly, so loud that I almost jumped flinching.

"Psychopath " I mumbled.

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𝐀 𝐑 𝐒 𝐇 '𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ~

After taking the Viva, I got a call from badi maa. Hashim bhai's mom. Reminding me to come soon to get the jewellery for my bride.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I didn't wanted to marry. Not her. Shifa.

Dr. Shifa.

She was a good friend of mine but I never saw her more than that. Suddenly one day her family brought a proposal to my house, and dad agreed before I could tell them about me and Amaira he fixed the Marriage.

I was frustrated, I took a stand for us.

I tried to explain Amaira but she didn't, instead she got misunderstood . I was convincing my parents to let me marry my love of life Amaira. But instead of listening they disagreed.

My mom was standing by my side, but her health was not supporting. Mom's health got more intense and in the web of family pressure and love , I lost my mom.

I was broken and My Love Amaira was also not with me. When I needed her the most. Everyone left me at my worst, my loved ones too.

It changed me, it changed the true self of mine. I used to stay alone, cry at nights , yearning for my love. No one heard my cries, my yearns.

Only me, my heart and my pillow knows how much I cried .

A lone tear left, I quickly wiped it and got up from my chair. Suddenly the reality hit me hard. I am getting married in 24 hours to the girl who ruined my life. I controlled my hatred and treated her like my friend. But shifa lost my true self the day she sent a proposal to me, even knowing I was committed to Amaira.

She hated her . I was forced to behave that way . Her dad said I was the one who was at fault. It's my fault that my mom left us. It's me who killed her, he even filed a case against me, for one period my degrees which I earned by 11 years of hardwork. They snatched it away.

But , they forced me to agree their alliance or else I would be behind the bars. I didn't cared if I would even die, but my father. He pleaded in front of me to accept whatever they say. I wanted to deny and kill all of them .

Seeing my father on his knees in front of me, that father who never lowered his gaze while talking to someone and never lowered his pride was kneeling down. Just for his son.

It would be me who would be blamed and shamed, he was doing it all for me . Somewhere the hatred for not standing by my side when I wanted him was eating me, but he was after all my father. During my childhood I did many mistakes and he did forgiven me. Now it's mine turn.

Though I never talked to him the way I used to do before, he was a nominal father for me.

Hashim bhai always stood by my side, but he didn't got to know about my vulnerability as he was living in USA. Along with his parents due to his business work.

I let out a sigh remembering all the Past, suddenly I saw a familiar figure.

Amaira, she was leaving the hospital.

I had to stop her and convince her to marry me.

I tried but,

She denied .