Jaan-E-Adaa

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Soon the door was unlocked and he instantly walked towards it only to see a curled up Eshal on the floor rocking her body her face full of tears some fresh some dried.

"Eshal..." He softly called out opening his arms for her.
And she didn't take more seconds to hug him tightly, burying her face in his chest and hands wrapped around his torso.

"Meri jaan, rona nahi. Me hun na. Kyu ghabra rahi ho?" He said caressing her hair and placing a kiss on her forehead as her cries kept increasing.

"Me darr gayi thi. Bohot ziada." She sniffled like a child.

"Agar aise aage se bina bataye kahin gayi na, mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Mai chalunga har jagah. Akele kahin nahi jaana." He explained and she nodded agreeing to him.

"Ghar jaana hai." She mumbled after sometime.

"Chalo." He agreed picking her up in his arms bridal style and she was just too emotional and tired to protest or think much about this.

Haider was cursing himself continuously that how he even let her hand in this situation. She is his responsibility which seems like he's failing to take care of.
But this is definitelv the last time something like this happened.

Because from now he will make sure about his wife's safety and comfort because day by day she's turning his world.

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The 5 days had also passed in a blur with different functions including mehendi, mayoun and all.
Today was their nikaah and everything had been organized.

The nikaah was supposed to take place in their massive backyard with close family.
It was decorated beautifully with flowers including roses, orchids and jasmine everywhere.

There were two cushioned seats opposite to each other with a thin white cloth separating the two.
Chairs were placed with white mattresses where most of the people had taken their places.

"Bhaijaan, zara do minute aayein." Zain called out to Haider who had already taken his seat.

Haider rose his eyebrows in return.
He was dressed in a regal white kurta in silk with a classy waistcoat highlighting the golden bits. A golden cloth was kept in the front pocket right above his heart.

His trimmed beard was adding to his looks and his light olive skin tone was getting along well with the color of his outfit.

"Vo Eshal-" As soon as Zain began explaining the reason, Haider immediately got up and walked along with Zain to a corner.

Handing him a phone, Zain walked away leaving Haider alone to talk.
And as soon as he placed the phone on his ear, a cute sniffle reached his ears.

"Eshal?" He asked.
"Haider." Eshal sniffled from the other side.

"Kya hua? Ab kyu rou rahi ho?" He asked.
"Mujhe sab ajeeb ajeeb lag raha hai. Kuch theek se nahi ho raha. Becheni bhi ho rahi hai." She adorably sniffled making him smile a little.

"Accha sochogi to accha hoga na? Kis baat ki becheni hai? Kisi anjaan se tou nikaah nahi kar rahi na. Me hu, tumhara Haider. Kahogi tou daatunga bhi nahi aage se." He replied making her smile on the other end which was obviously unnoticed by him.

"Par mera makeup? Jo ye log lipstick laga rahein hai vo match bhi nahi ho rahi. Me apne hi nikaah par sabse buri nahi dikhna chahti." She continued her complaints making him let out a small chuckle at her innocence.

"Aur tumhe pata hai I don't like makeup on you. Chahe bina makeup ke aa jao, sabse sundar dikhogi. You have natural beauty and you don't need these fake products." He reasoned with her.