Shh... He's My Husband (Completed)

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Trigger warning: Abuse and forcing

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eher's POV,
Mazhar bhai dropped us outside the gate and at the entrance our IDs were checked by some senior students representatives and the allowed us in.

I could notice a lot of eyes on us and it was making me uncomfortable. I grabbed Zoya's arm as she was looking around as if searching for someone.

"Zoya...do I look weird? Everyone's staring at us and I feel soo awkward." I said expressing my anxiousness.

"Relax yaar. They're not staring because we're weird....but because we're beautiful!" She grinned.

"Hey... Zoya!!!"

I noticed a small group of girls waving at us....or rather at Zoya. I recognised them as our classmates but I didn't know who they were but Zoya seemed to know them very well. She's quick at making new friends unlike me.

They were talking and giggling, even taking selfies while unconsciously, my feet kept stepping back until I realised the difference between us. Maybe Zoya didn't even notice it as she was busy with her other friends. I just plastered a slight smile on my face as to not come out rude or anything. So, I just silently stood behind Zoya looking around and admiring the decorations and stuff.

Maybe it was my imagination but a lot of people were staring at me and whispering things to eachother. Well, I might be wrong. I'm always anxious in public after all, believing that all eyes are on me.... judging me, while the truth is, no one cares. Everyone is in thier own world to care about someone like me.

Just then my eyes stopped at the celebrity who walked through the gate making all the heads turn towards him and my heart lost it's composure.

He looked soo handsome, straight out of a movie poster. Looking at him at that moment I realised how true his words were. He was perfection! Right from the way he dressed to the way he walked.... everything was just.... Incredible. Anyone would laugh if they find out that I was the pathetic wife of such an amazing masterpiece of a man. Azlaan Khan.

A lot of girls surrounded him. Many of them were in such tight and short dresses.... they all looked soo sexy as compared to me. I could never compete with them. And they were all swooning over....my husband while I just stood back and watched.

Even that Kashish. My goodness! She's like some kinda mythical Greek goddess in beauty and my heart ached as a rough imagine of how good they could look together crossed my mind while she was clinging to his arm while hogging him all to herself clicking selfies on her newest iPhone model. He actually deserves someone like her more, because no matter how much I try, I could never be half as good as her.

Suddenly his eyes stopped at me, lingering for quite a while and he roamed his eyes from top to bottom. It felt nice that he was finally looking at me but at the same time it was nerve-racking. Still, I couldn't revert my gaze from him either.

Soon enough the girls came in between blocking my view and I sighed turning away. I almost squealed when Zoya grabbed my hand pulling me over into the endless game of selfies.

Why is it soo difficult for me to smile properly?

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Imraan's POV,
"Hey bro... isn't that Qadri? Whoa, she looks completely different today."

My eyes followed the direction of my buddy's and I couldn't help but stop and stare. It really was Meher....and she looked.... different, in a good way. Like.... really.... really good way.