Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Twenty eight •~~

Finally, a tear fought against the rim of her eyelids and fell over her cheek. Her jaw started vibrating with the effect of trying to keep her tears at bay and also the rising abhor for Masab. She still had a chance to say otherwise and fight for herself, but the stain that he put over her chastity and honor would never get away. The whole world would think the worst about her. The only way to take revenge was by using what he considered as his victory. "Qubool Hai."

(I do. )

"Andaleeb Sultan, do you take Masab Shah Alavi as your husband, with Five Million Pakistani Rupees as Haq Mehr?" It was the last time and then she would finally become his wife.

"One day I'll die because of your surge of love for me, Andi. How can someone love this selflessly like this? You will be the death of me." Aurang's teasing voice and happy face, too, made an appearance again.

He really does because of her love now.

Andaleeb clutched the borders of her bridal dupatta tightly in her hands, her nails digging into the fabric as it became hard to control her rage. "Qubool Hai."

(I do.)

After uttering the last I do, she closed her eyes and let the tears tumble down. These were the last tears she would shed now. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her cheeks and looked ahead, where all she could hear and see was just Aurang.

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"Masab Shah Alavi, do you take Andaleeb Sultan as your wife, with Five Million Pakistani Rupees as Haq Mehr?" Moulvi Sahab was in front of him now, asking the required questions from him.

"I do."

"I do."

"I do."

Masab's heart filled with contentment when he finally vowed to take the girl who owned his heart as his wife. The life was very unpredictable. He never thought that he would fall in love but now, he became the husband of the woman he loved. He wouldn't leave this chance now. After so many hurdles and hardships, he found her. He would try to become a good husband for her who would treat her like the princess she herself was.

Masab knew that things wouldn't be easier. He was her kidnapper in her eyes who had forced her and made her helpless. Andaleeb hated him and he had to bear her outrage. It would be so easy for him to win her over by bringing her out of her Aurang bubble by telling her the truth. However, Masab wouldn't do what wasn't best for her. Bringing her into the dirty world where Aurang wanted to pull her in was risky for Andaleeb both emotionally and in regard to her life as well. She would rebel and many hidden things would get open by this. He wanted to protect her from this harsh world which would be so ready to pound on her if she would really know what had happened to her a month ago.

It was better to let her think that her old love had died and then now Masab was her everything. Tangling her into an alluring and heart-throbbing game of love, hate, revenge, craving, and temptation. Masab smirked slightly as he thought about it.

"May you both lead a very happy and love-filled life. May Allah bless you both. May Allah keep both of you together always and see much happiness together." The moulvi sahab raised both his hands for dua, and he did the same with his palms as well, closing his eyes to focus on the Islamic supplication and Dua.

"Ameen," he murmured when the prayer ended and stood up.

Masab was looking handsome as usual in an expensive and branded white shalwar kameez with a silver grayish waistcoat above it.