Roohi POV

As we finally reach home i excuess myself from living room and went to my room ..The room felt heavier than my dress.

And my dress already felt like it weighed a ton.

I stood in front of the mirror again.

Staring at my reflection.

Still a bride.

Still Roohi Khan.

Still not fully understanding how the day had passed so fast.

My head ached slightly.

My shoulders hurt.

And my hair…

Oh God.

My hair.

A bun.

Perfectly made.

Held together with what felt like a hundred pins.

Each one was a tiny betrayal.

I lifted my hand carefully.

Winced.

Then dropped it again.

“No chance,” I whispered to myself.

I turned slightly.

And that’s when I saw him again.

Zayan.

Still there.

Leaning slightly near the doorframe.

Watching me—quietly.

Like he had been waiting without admitting it.

I hesitated.

Then sighed.

Softly.

“Tired,” I muttered under my breath.

He didn’t respond immediately.

Of course he didn’t.

“Pins?” he finally asked.

One eyebrow raised.

I nodded weakly.

“My whole head is a battlefield.”

That… earned a pause.

A very small one.

Then—

“Come here.”

I blinked.

“What?”

He didn’t repeat it.

Just looked at me.

Like the answer was obvious.

Like I was the slow one.

Which was annoying.

And somehow… reassuring.

I walked closer.

Slowly.

Carefully.

As if my head might actually explode if I moved too fast.

“Don’t mess it up,” I warned softly.

He glanced at me.

Expression unreadable.

“I won’t.”

I stood still.

Awkwardly.

Not knowing what to do with my hands.

Or my existence.

Then I felt his fingers carefully reach behind my head.

And I froze.

Not because it hurt.

But because it didn’t.

He was… careful.

Strangely careful.

One pin.

Then another.

Slow.

Focused.

Silent.

I swallowed slightly.

“This is a lot of pins,” I said quietly.

“I can see.”

That was it.

No extra words.

No unnecessary tone.

Just… calm.

Controlled.

A few seconds passed.

Then another.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

Just… heavy.

Strange.

Like something unspoken was sitting between us.

“Done,” he said finally.

His hands pulled away.

I immediately touched my hair. my long hairs fall to my hips

And a wave of relief hit me.

“Oh my God… thank you.”

I turned slightly.

Expecting him to already be gone.

But he wasn’t.

He was still there.

Looking at me.

For a second too long.

And then—

“You looked like you were about to fall asleep standing,” he said flatly.

I frowned.

“I was not.”

“You were.”

“I wasn’t.”

He didn’t argue further.

Just turned slightly.

Like he was leaving again.

But before he walked out…

He stopped.

Again.

That same pause.

That same hesitation.

Same thing I couldn’t understand.

“Rest,” he said.

Just that.

Then he left.

Quietly.

And this time…

The silence didn’t feel as empty.

Zayan POV

I shouldn’t have done that.

Simple task.

Pins.

Hair.

Nothing more.

Nothing should have changed.

And yet—

It did.

I stood in the hallway.

Staring at nothing.

Thinking about absolutely nothing.

Except I was thinking.

Which was the problem.

“She trusts you,” I muttered under my breath.

Then immediately frowned.

“I didn’t ask for that.”

But even as I walked away…

The image didn’t leave.

Her standing there.

Tired.

Quiet.

Looking at me like it was normal.

Like I belonged in that moment.

And that thought…

Was the most dangerous one yet.

Because Zayan Khan didn’t belong anywhere.

Not like that.

Not with her.

Not in moments that felt…

Soft.

I exhaled sharply.

And forced myself to walk faster.

Away from it.

Away from her.

Away from everything I didn’t want to understand.

But for the first time…

Even distance didn’t help

Zayan POV

Dangerous things were unnecessary.

Complicated.

Messy.

And I avoided them.

Always had.

That was how life stayed controlled.

Predictable.

Safe.

But tonight didn’t feel safe.

Not in the usual way.

Not because anything was wrong.

But because everything felt… too noticeable.

Too present.

Too hard to ignore.

I walked down the hallway slowly.

My footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor.

The house was quieter now.

Reception chaos had finally settled.

Guests gone.

Lights dimmed slightly.

Everything returning to normal.

Or what passed as normal in this house.

Still…

My mind wasn’t following orders.

It kept drifting back.

To her.

The way she had stood in that dress.

Tired.

Silent.

Waiting.

Not complaining.

Not asking.

Just existing there like it was enough.

Like I was enough in that moment.

I frowned slightly.

That thought shouldn’t have mattered.

It shouldn’t have stayed.

But it did.

I reached the end of the corridor and stopped again.

Annoying habit tonight.

Stopping.

Thinking.

Something I rarely did.

Or allowed myself to do.

From upstairs, faint voices echoed.

Probably Hania laughing.

Rayyan complaining.

Daniyal saying something he shouldn’t.

Normal chaos.

Normal noise.

But even that didn’t pull me back fully.

Because for some reason…

The silence from her room felt louder.

“She’s fine,” I told myself quietly.

Out of habit.

Like confirming it would settle something.

But I didn’t move.

Instead, I stood there for a few more seconds.

Long enough to realize something I immediately disliked.

I had checked on her twice today.

Not necessary.

Not planned.

Not like me.

I exhaled sharply again.

This time more frustrated.

At myself.

Not her.

Never her.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.

And finally turned away.

But even as I walked toward my room…

One thought refused to leave.

Soft.

Unwanted.

Uninvited.

She trusts me.

And somehow…

That was heavier than anything else tonight.

I still didn’t move.

I just stood there.

Staring at the closed door.

Like it might open again.

Like something might still be left unfinished.

My fingers slowly touched the place where he had been standing earlier.

Helping me with the pins.

Careful.

Silent.

Strangely… patient.

I swallowed softly.

“What is wrong with me?”

The same question.

Different feeling.

Because the problem wasn’t the day.

Or the reception.

Or even the exhaustion.

It was the fact that I kept thinking about small moments.

Tiny ones.

Unimportant ones.

His voice.

His presence.

His silence.

And the way he hadn’t walked away immediately.

Not that time.

Not right away.

I quickly shook my head.

Trying to clear it.

“Stop it, Roohi.”

But my heart didn’t listen.

Not even a little. I went to washroom and start washing y face letting the makeup wash away i take facewash and start washing my face as i finally look up i breath softly..

Next I start doing my skincare routine no matter how tired i am after skincare i pick the comb and start combing my hairs slowly making them into lose braid and after changing into my night dress i make my way back to my bed and lay down..

My back and feets hurt like they have through war i turn off the light trying to sleep but as soon i close my eyes i again feel the memory back his voice, his touch so gentle that it make me feel special.. And 1 thing that i know that sleep wouldn't come easily tonight.....

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