Chapter 5: A Day in Heaven

Armaan came back and held his hand out for me. I simply stared at him. He held my arms and pulled me to a standing position. It was then that I noticed there was no one else in the room.

Armaan embraced me. One of his arms was around my waist. The other hand was caressing my face.

He kissed my forehead and whispered "Finally love you are mine."

I did not know what to think my eyes were still wet. Armaan's forehead touched mine. He was looking in my eyes. If I did not know any better I could swear I saw love in those eyes.

There was a click. We both turned to see one of the beauticians with a camera in her hand, smiling.

"I am so sorry, I disturbed that moment, but you guys were looking so cute. I had to capture it." Well someone was more excited than the bride.

"It's okay." Armaan smiled at her. "Haya, this is Maryam. She is a close family friend." I acknowledged her with a nod. This guy was threatening me minutes ago and he thinks I care about his family friend.

Haya baby you are his family too. Damn my mind for always thinking the worst.

"Guys everything happened so suddenly. Don't you want to remember this day forever?"

Umm no?

"Armaan how about we do a photoshoot?" Was this woman for real?

"Actually I am not feeling well." I am sure my face was pale so why not use it for my benefit?

Armaan looked at me for a moment and turned to Maryam. "Yeah I think she should rest a little." Did he just agreed with something I said?

At Armaan's refusal her face fell. "Aww come on. Umm okay how about this? Not a photo shoot just five pictures please please please just five?" She was pouting. Damn why did she have to make me so guilty? I was the one who was kidnapped.

"Okay fine just five and five means only five not a single more." Armaan warned her.

I looked up at him, he had a warning in his eyes for me too. I was really not feeling good. It felt like I could faint at any moment. But well I got married today what are a few pictures compared to that? And it's not like I have any other options so I nodded.

Maryam actually clapped. "Okay then for the first one, Armaan can you please stand behind Haya and wrap your arms around her waist?" And Armaan being the obedient friend he is did as she asked.

I could tell he was enjoying it. As for me my stupid self was feeling nervous. I just hope it was not due to his proximity.

Despite Armaan's warning the five pictures turned into fifty and the number might have been higher if I had not almost collapsed due to lightheadedness.

Armaan took me to the couch and made me sit on it. By this time everyone had left except Maryam and her friend whose name was Areesha who just came downstairs after packing her stuff.

"Okay lovebirds we are leaving. You can enjoy each other's company." Maryam winked at Armaan. I felt sick to my stomach. Can't they see there is clearly something wrong here.

Armaan took their bag from them and walked them out to bid them farewell and then disappeared into the kitchen. Great now I had to be alone with this jerk. There was too much dizziness in my head to think anything of that. Armaan came back a moment later with a glass of water.

He sat down next to me and offered me the glass. I stared at the glass for a few seconds and looked away.

Armaan sighed "It is just water, honey. Just drink a little you are going to faint any second now." Huh was he actually concerned about me?

Of course he is, silly. He loves you.

That is when I thought about it. He does not love me. He is obsessed with me. If he loved me even a single bit, he would not have kidnapped me like this, he would not have threatened me. He would have cared about my opinion. I married a guy who is obsessed with me. Isn't that every girl's dream. Please note the sarcasm.

Armaan brought me back from my train of thoughts by taking my hand in his. I couldn't even find the strength to pull it away.

"Honey please don't be stubborn." I huffed Armaan smiled and brought the glass to my lips, I took a few sips and tried to stand up but immediately fell back.

"Love if you want something you can tell me." His voice was full of concern. Why did he care all of a sudden?

"I want to go home." My voice was weak.

"Okay love anything you want." Seriously anything I wanted? How about a divorce?

I tried to stand up. This time Armaan caught me wrist and stood up too. "Do you want to go like this?"

I gave him a confused look.I did not understand him so he motioned towards my dress. God I am so dumb. How could I forget I had that stupid thing on me.

"I mean I don't have any problem with taking you like this in fact I would love to introduce you to everyone as Mrs Armaan Malik but I can not say the same about you."

Mrs Armaan Malik? Those words shocked me. So I am not Miss Haya Murtaza anymore? I don't have Baba's surname. Great! I am Mrs Armaan Malik. He said it like I don't have an identity anymore.

"Where is my uniform?" I asked him with gritted teeth.

"Upstairs."

I turned towards the staircase. Just as I was about to step on the first step, I tripped and fell backwards but Armaan caught me before I hit the ground. He steadied me.

"Let me carry you upstairs." He was about to lift me up but I stepped back.

"I am fine." I told him.

"You are not well my love. Please don't argue." Why the hell is he being so nice. I swear he has multiple personality disorder.

"I am fine. It's just that I am clumsy as hell."

He actually chuckled. "I know love." I gave him a glare. "Please I insist." Was he pouting?

Yes he is and he is looking damn cute?

Seriously? This guy kidnapped me and forced me to marry him. I glared at my inner self. The worst part is she is actually me so I am the one who actually thought he was looking cute. Yuk I feel like vomiting.

Annoyed at my own thoughts, I again started climbing the stairs but this time everything spinned before my eyes and before I knew it Armaan was carrying me. One of his arms under my legs and the other supporting my back.

I tried to get away but he started spinning me around.

"Hey I am already dizzy." I shouted.

He stopped and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Sorry love." He was laughing. It was something about that laughter that prevented me from getting angry at him. He was behaving like a child.

He stared climbing the stairs the whole time there was a huge smile plastered on his face.

He kicked open the door of his bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I tried to stand up but he pushed me back down.

"Rest a little and then I will take you to your Baba's home."

"My home." He was getting on my nerves.

He chuckled again. "Isn't your home with me?" He sat next to me.

"Well I don't like this home." I gestured at the room.

"You don't have to honey. This in not my home." He was smiling. This confused me so he explained "This in not where I live. I promise you would love our home." I hate the way he said our home.

Well do you?

When did I become so annoying and for myself. I ignored my inner self had started getting on my nerves.

I tried to get up again "Where are you going?" He tried to push me back but I resisted.

"To change my dress." I glared at him.

"You can not go back right now."

"And why not?"

"What will you tell your parents huh? Twisted your ankle again?" He asked.

"That should work." I tried to move towards the wardrobe but Armaan held me in place.

"Don't be silly Haya. What if your dearest Baba takes you to a doctor? What if he calls your college about why his precious daughter is hurt again?"

"Why do you speak of my Baba like that?" I was really irritated now.

"Like how?"

"Like he did something wrong to you."

He thought about it for a few seconds and then laughed. "Yeah you are right. Now I have no reason to speak of him like that. Now rest a little, eat something. If you don't I am sure your Baba will take you to doctor." This time he did not say 'your Baba' like he was mocking him.

I again moved to the wardrobe. "Seriously why are you being so stubborn?" He seemed irritated now.

"This dress is suffocating me." I nearly yelled despite my yelling his smile returned.

"Oh sorry." He was trying to suppress his smile but failed miserably. I glared at him one last time and went inside the wardrobe to get my clothes. After I had changed I came out but Armaan was not there.

I went to the vanity mirror in the bathroom and started removing the make-up with tissues. Afterwards I undid my hair which took a long time and put them in a simple ponytail. I washed my face. The water was refreshing so I splashed it on my neck as well.

I was about to use a towel but as soon as I remembered it was his I decided to use some tissues from the tissue box which ironically also belonged to him but at least he did not use them.

I came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed resting my head on the headboard. A minute later Armaan entered the room holding a tray. He set down the tray on the bedside table and sat next to me.

"I brought something for you to eat." He tone was soft and his smile was so warm.

"I don't want to eat." I told him.

"Dearest Haya you don't want your Baba to worry about you right?"

I just glared at him.

He leaned forward, I tried to move back but was blocked by the headboard.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" God I hate that smirk. When I did not answer he continued "I thought so. Just eat and I might not do it."

I glared at him as he placed the tray in front of me. There was fruit cocktail and two large chocolate bars.

This guy surely knows how to get to a girl's heart.

I took the chocolate bar and started to eat. I mean c'mon you can not say no to chocolate. Armaan smirked at me.

I was nibbling slowly on my chocolate bar. Armaan was still watching me.

"You asked me why I speak of your Baba like he did something wrong to me. I did it because I was jealous of him." I was confused so he explained. "Your father could support you, he could protect you, he could love you. But he was not ready to give me any of those rights. He was keeping you from me. I tried hard to convince him but he just wouldn't listen to me."

He took my hand.

"Haya?" I looked at him. "I am sorry for what I did but please understand that I had to do it. As I said I am sorry I did all of this but I had to do it for the sake of my sanity.I had to make sure that no one could take you away from me. I was going mad each and every day I was away from you. I was afraid I would do something that I would regret forever, something that would make you hate me." I tried pull my hand from his grasp but he held it in place.

"I know you do not like what I did to you now but it could have been something worse. It could ruin everything you ever had. Everything your family ever had. And if you were ruined there was no hope for me either."

Was this supposed to make me feel better?

"Haya I love you more than you can imagine. If I did not then the minute you signed those papers, I would have taken you to your father and rubbed my victory in his face, but I did not do that did I?

"I know it will hurt you and I know that you did not want to marry without your father's permission so we will wait till you finish your education and I will try my best to win your father's trust."

He squeezed my hand. It was weird I was still nibbling on the chocolate so I stopped it. Armaan continued.

"If I did not love you, I would never let you go back but I will prove my love. I care about what you think love and I want you to be happy. I am willing to do anything for that. I would not dream of taking you with me unless you are happy with it and I know that will be only when your Baba is happy so even if I have to beg your father to get his blessings I would do it."

There was sincerity in his eyes but I don't know if I can trust him or not.

I turned my head to look out of the window.

"Think about it when you are away from me. I will be thinking about you." He patted my hand and stood up. "I will leave you to rest. I will drop you back when the van driver would have. Eat some fruits too, You are still pale. And make yourself at home." He left the room.

I placed the chocolate bar back on the tray and ate a little fruit cocktail. There were three shelves in the room full of books. I picked up one and sat on a rocking chair in the corner of the room to read. My head was spinning so I decided to close my eyes for a while.

"Honey wake up." I felt a light touch against my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw Armaan hovering over me. I was lying in his bed. I was not there before was I? Damn it I can't believe I slept but I was feeling better. I tried to move into a sitting position. Armaan chuckled and moved back.

"Hello sleeping beauty. Have you finally took some pity on me and postponed your plans of getting away from me." I glared at him. I can not believe I was scared of this man just what just this morning? But he wasn't this sweet this morning either.

Did you just call him sweet?

I ignored my inner self. "What time is it?" I asked Armaan.

"Two ten."

Oh shit I am going to be late. I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, fixed my ponytail and found my shoes.

"Let's go."

Armaan sighed. "And here I was thinking that you finally understood me." He sighed again. "I guess you can only get so much luck for one day. Anyways let's go."

He held the door open for me and I quickly started going downstairs but damn my clumsy left feet, I tripped AGAIN. Armaan caught my wrist just in time.

"Patience is a virtue Haya." He did not leave my hand and led me downstairs. He opened the main door for me and I stepped out. Fresh air hit my face, I could smell soil in it. The sky was getting dark so it was going to rain.

Armaan pulled me to his side. I know he was smiling. "Look at the sky Haya and look at me. You are making me stay lonely in this weather." I rolled my eyes.

A car stopped in front of us. Armaan looked at me for a few seconds and then shaking his head led me to the car.

A man came out of the driver's seat. Armaan opened the passenger door for me. I climbed in and was about to close the door when Armaan leaned forward and started buckling my seat belt. I could feel his breath on my neck. He took his sweet time and kissed my neck before he leaned back. I could see a satisfied smile on his face. I am going to kill him one day.

He went to his seat, started the engine and drove out of the driveway.

The rain was pouring heavily now. I could feel Armaan's eyes on me the entire time.

Armaan stopped the car outside my house and again took my hand in his.

"Are you sure you won't have mercy on me." He was looking sad now. "Stay with me." Was he pleading?

I pulled out my hand and unbuckled my seat belt. I pulled the door handle but it was locked. There was a kiss on my cheek. I looked back, Armaan had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Think about my love for you Haya. As I said I will be thinking about you." There was a click, I tried the door handle again, the door opened and I immediately stepped out and walked to the fence door. I looked back, Armaan drove away.

I greeted Ammi. For some reason I could not meet her eyes so instead of hovering around I went to my room and fell on the bed.

I was confused. Did he love me or did he not? He was so confusing. There was a major difference in his actions and his words. On one hand he was kidnapping and threatening me and on the other hand he was declaring his love for me.

I was too tired to think about the matter anymore. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. Yesterday I did not know if I would meet that guy ever again and today I was married to him.

I wiped all thoughts from my head and before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.