UNPLANNED DESTINY

Chapter 3

Yazan pov:

"My husband, my foot! I don't believe in this nikaah. You used the wrong surname, which changed my name. So, you married Noor-e Hayaa Murat Salim Khan, not me. I am Noor-e Hayaa Zubair Malik!" Noor-e Hayaa said, her voice seething with anger.

I was doing my best to control my temper, but this girl—she seemed to know exactly how to get on my nerves.

"You know what you are?" she said, her voice seething with fury. "A monster. A cold-blooded, heartless beast. No—you're a demon. I don't even understand how anyone can stand to be near you. A man who kidnaps an innocent woman and forces her to marry him at gunpoint, using a fake name!"

Her eyes burned with rage, but his face remained impassive, unreadable.

"Can you shut that mouth of yours and get ready? We're leaving in fifteen minutes," I said, my voice steady but barely containing my frustration.

"What do you mean, we?" she snapped. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Who knows? You might just kill me."

She needed to keep quiet. I had no idea how to deal with her.

"I'm giving you ten minutes. I want you out of here. Otherwise..." I gripped her shoulders, my fingers digging in tightly. But before I could finish my sentence, I saw it—her face crumpled, tears spilling down her cheeks. For the first time today, I saw real fear in her eyes. Fear as if she truly believed I might hurt her.

I pulled my hands away from her shoulders, but she quickly took two steps back. I tried to close the distance, but before I could speak, she collapsed onto the floor, her head falling to her knees as if trying to shield herself from me.

I stood frozen, shocked—speechless. I didn't know what to do, so I turned and left the room without saying a word.

Her reaction haunted me. Was it something from her past? What had she endured that made her so terrified of me? I couldn't shake the image of her fear, her vulnerability. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Noor-e Hayaa standing beside me until Bejee cleared her throat.

Noor hugged Bejee tightly, and we said our goodbyes with a promise to visit her soon.

The entire journey, Noor stayed quiet. She didn't ask a single question, not even about where we were headed.

I was growing weary of the silence. I wanted her to say something—to speak to me.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel the need to hear her voice so badly?

Maybe I'm just overthinking. I glanced at Noor, who was gazing out the window, completely lost in her own world.

I'll tell her where we're going once we're closer to our destination.

Noor-e-Haya pov:

I didn't know why I was so angry, but I needed answers to my questions. I needed to understand why he married a girl like me, when he could have had someone better. Did he not know about my past?

When he grabbed me tightly by the shoulders, I honestly thought he would hurt me the way they used to. That's why I instinctively tried to protect myself.

Right now, I'm sitting in the car with this devil, not knowing where we're headed. All the "what ifs" are running through my mind—what if he kills me and throws me in the river, or buries me alive? Maybe he's not a monster, though. I did see his eyes soften when he saw the tears in mine.

Ya Allah, what am I even thinking? This devil being nice? My foot.

I was lost in my thoughts until I was jolted out of them by a phone call—definitely not mine, but his.

Yazan pov:

"Assalamualaikum. "Yes, we're on our way, see you in thirty minutes," I said to my security head, who wanted an update so he could inform my parents.

Now, how do I tell her? Urhmm... "Listen." No response.

"Listen!" I said, raising my voice. Still no answer.

I slammed on the brakes, causing the car to screech to a halt.

"What the hell? I know you hate me, Mr. Devil Khan, but doing this is only going to harm yourself!" she said angrily.

"Oh, so Mrs. Devil Khan actually cares about her Mr. Devil Khan?" I said, a mischievous smile creeping onto my face.

"Me? Care about you? In your dreams. Actually, I don't want a devil like you to die so easily," she retorted, her anger clear.

"Look, I'm not interested in dying with you," I said, trying to stay calm. "I was trying to call you, but you weren't listening."

"Now listen to me very carefully," I continued, my tone serious. "We're going to meet my parents. I want you to behave. Don't try anything smart, or don't blame me."

She nodded, still fuming.

After a while, we reached my house, where my parents were waiting for their new daughter-in-law.

I opened the door for Noor-e-Haya and led her inside.

As soon as we entered the house, I saw Ammi (Mom) and Baba (Dad) looking at us with wide smiles on their faces.

"Bari Ami!" Noor-e-Haya said, her voice soft, addressing my mother.

Ammi and Baba had tears in their eyes, and I just stood there, watching them. The moment felt surreal, like something out of a dream, until I suddenly heard a noise.

Thud.

I turned around and saw Noor-e-Haya lying unconscious on the floor.