Chapter 4 Chapter Four

The khan Villa was filled with lots of guests and relatives, as it was the first wedding of their elder son and daughter, it had to be grand. Every corner of the home was filled with laughter and happiness, Sara Hussein had the time of her life with all her distant cousins and sisters. The last time when she met them, she was sixteen years old and now at twenty-two everything's changed. And she's changed too, so it was normal.

Asher had a rough day as he had lost a deal to his business enemy, when he came back to his home, he was welcomed with the sound of a beautiful laughter from the living hall. He wasn't familiar with it though. When his eyes lands on its owner, he was awestruck. It was Sara Hussein sitting in between a group of girls, laughing carelessly as she held her one of her hand up in the air. She looked beautiful.

The last time he saw Sara, she was a kid, for him at least. He was twenty-three back then and now at twenty-nine, he's starting to see her differently which is so wrong. But he couldn't help it.

His cousins were cracking jokes and making fun of each other while applying henna, it's one of girls' favorite thing to do during the occasion of wedding. Shrugging his thoughts, he walked to his room and on the way, he saw Faheem, his buddy, who was gawking at someone shamelessly. When he turned to see who was he gawking at, his fist clenched in fury. Because it was Sara.

"Hey bro," Faheem pats his shoulder in a weird boyish way to acknowledge Asher's presence. Asher just nods his head at that.

"Salaam," Asher greets him with a grumpy face.

"Yeah, Walaikum Assalam." Faheem replied back while his eyes were glued to Sara.

"Stop it." Asher told annoyed.

"What?" Faheem asked clueless about what his friend was talking.

"Stop staring at her, she's not your type." Asher told to Faheem, in a protective way.

"No, she's very much my type, look at that girl, She's a living deity. I think I like her very much, I'll probably ask my Mom to send a proposal to her family." Faheem told in a dreamy voice making Asher even more furious.

"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Faheem asked curiously with a raised eyebrow making Asher shake his head.

"I don't care, but if you're planning to play with her or something, you'd have to face the wrath." Asher told curtly and goes to his bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Faheem. Asher knew his friend way too well and he was nothing but a bad news.

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Asher sat on his bed, deep in some thoughts. For the past two weeks his thoughts were always revolving around a single person and the courtesy of it was, Sara Hussein. She happens to have captivated his mind without even knowing.

When he first saw her after six years at their door step, he was mesmerized. But then amazed. Mesmerized because she was so damn beautiful. Amazed because she dared to speak back with his mother in a rude way. He knows that his mother was wrong but Sara shouldn't have spoken like that. That made him furious. And hence why, he behaved rudely with her the previous day. But what he didn't expect was her shutting the door on his face. He must admit, she has got some nerves.

Along with the beauty, she has also got some attitude, which he disliked very much. But why's he concerned anyway.

The last time he saw her, she was a kid literally but now she has grown up into a beautiful woman. It is only obvious that everyone is getting attracted to her, he couldn't blame Faheem though.

But what he doesn't understand was, his sudden protectiveness towards her. Why was he bothered when Faheem told him about marrying her. It wasn't his business anyway. But he was concerned. He still is. This is something so new for him. The sudden urge to protect her, or the sudden attraction towards her. It was all so wrong. He knows. But his heart is not in his control though.

Asher shook his head; it was very inappropriate to think about some other woman when he's supposed to marry in less than few days. He needed to stop thinking about her. Sara is just a guest, she'll be gone soon enough, he told to himself and sighed softly. If only he knew.

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Sara smiled to herself as she was walking to her bedroom, on the way she noticed Mahira sneaking out of the window secretly and gasped in surprise.

Should she inform someone? No, that's not her business anyways, so pretending that she hadn't seen anything she walked to her bedroom only to be blocked by someone.

"Hi," the person greeted her with his cheesy smile.

"Salaam Faheem, what do you want?" she asked him impatiently as she held her hands up in the air trying to dry her henna quickly.

The actual henna function is in a few days but few of the girls thought to apply it on beforehand so that they'd sit and apply for others, Sara was one of them.

"Nothing, I was bored. So thought I could use some company." he said with his mischievous smile.

"Look Mr. Ali, I'm not the type of girl who you're assuming me to be, so back off. Stop bothering me here after. I'm not interested." Sara said bluntly and walked past him.

Asher who accidentally heard this conversation smiles proudly. Why was he happy, he had no idea. But he's happy with her immediate response. He liked it in fact. And something is definitely wrong with him lately, shaking his head in disbelief he goes from there.

While Faheem stood there with a smirk, as he watched her disappearing image, if anything, he's now more attracted to her. Damn her straight forwardness! He won't back off until he gets her. He's going to marry Sara Hussein and no one's going to stop him. But if only he knew.