MILAN 《Union 7》

It was the day of their reception. Subhan wanted to tell the world that this beauty belonged to him. While Parishay completely forgot about Arsalan's phone call.

They invited the Khan family but no one came. She expected her Amma to send her blessings to her granddaughter but either way she was happy. She had her husband with her and that was all that mattered.

Wearing a beautiful blue lehenga she was a sight to see.

Both of them seated side by side. He intentionally rubbed his leg with her making her gasp. Smirking at her he gripped her hand in his own and kept it on his lap drawing circles on it with his thumb.

"You are looking so beautiful today" he whispered slightly making her blush immediately.

"You too"

He laughed at her

"Wifey, I am not looking beautiful. I am looking handsome".

"Now now don't boost your ego"

Here comes the sarcastic Parishay

"Am I right Bibi Jan? Subhan is just looking fine" She teased him while her Bibi Jan smiled at her.

"My daughter is looking so pretty" she answered making Subhan smirk. Just as Bibi Jan left to greet some guests he leaned down and whispered so only she can hear it

"You are making fun of me. Alright alright but do remember you'll be alone with me in the room"

Her smile wiped off her face as her whole face turned red due to embarassment.

Satisfied at the reaction he calmly sat straight smiling goofily the whole time.

After the function she was sitting on their bed which was beautifully decorated. The smell of fresh roses and candles enhanced the pleasant environment.

The sound of door openeing sent her heart on a frenzy. His footsteps neared the bed and he sat down infront of her taking her hand in his, placing a sweet kiss on her hand.

"Happy wedding darling"

"Same to you" she whispered shyly.

Kissing her head he lifted her veil.

"So pretty, so beautiful and all mine". His words started to create a tingling inside her tummy.

"You are mine too" she replied innocently looking into his eyes.

He chuckled at her sweet reply.

"Exactly wifey. I am all yours"

Subhan helped her out of the dupatta.

"Come" he extended his hand standing infront of her. Confused she took his hand and stood up. Leading her towards the mirror he turned her towards it making her look at their reflection. Joining their hands on her stomach he hugged her from behind.

"When did you fell in love woth me?" Parishay asked sweetly.

He smiled at her question.

"I don't eaxctly remember. I think it was when you'd hold my hold while sleeping or when you'd cry to sit behind me on the bicycle or when I first saw you as my bride 2 years ago"

He kissed her head and continued.

"But 14 year old Subhan's love is very different from a thirty year old Subhan". Frowning she turned towards him.

"How so?"

Instead of answering her he placed a kiss on her lips smiling at her shocked expression.

"Thats why wifey because the things I want to do to you now would leave poor 14 year old Subhan mortified"

His voice getting deeper and darker every second.

Still confused at his answer "What do you want to do to me?"

Taking a deep breath he hugged her wrapping his arms tightly around her small frame.

"Trust me you don't want to know".

Just as she opened her mouth to answer him a knock broke them apart. Cursing under his breath he marched towards the door and opened it to find a very scared looking safiya.

"What?" He asked seething with frustration and anger.

"Sir a man is waiting outside. He is calling for Pari bibi" Safiya answered fearing the temper of Subhan Shah.

He turned towards Parishay who was standing just behind him. Her entire body went weak at the mention of that person. She knew who he was.

"Arsalan" she mumbled.

Without wasting another minute Subhan marched past Safiya and towards the main hall. Covering her head with a light dupatta Parishay ran after him.

Safiya sent a silent prayer to her Allah to maintain the happiness in this haveli which was blessed after a very long time.

"Where is Parishay?" Arsalan roared just as he saw a very furious Subhan marching down the stairs.

"Where she has to be. In my room" Subhan's voice held authority and pride.

"Call her. We have to leave". Subhan fisted his hands to stop himself from hitting this boy ruthlessly.

"I won't go anywhere" Parishay walked inside the hall carrying her lehnga in one hand. Seeing her in this attire Arsalan stood up and took out a gun pointing it at Subhan. His eyes held rage, hatred and all for one person. Subhan Ahmed Shah

"YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM". He yelled. Bibi Jan and Zarafshan begum also joined them.

"Arsalan put the gun down" Parishay worriedly begged.

"You have to die Subhan Ahmed Shah. You don't deserve her. I DO AND I WILL DESERVE HER. "

"Arsalan stop this nonsense right now. Please put the gun down." This time she begged in a softer tone. Tears running down her cheeks. Wiping them she took a step towards him but he stopped her.

"I'll shoot him. STAY AWAY" Subhan signalled her to stay back. Standing their he had no idea what to do. This boy was insane.

Zaviyar called the police and they said they're on their way. Zoha stood beside Parishay who was breathing heavily.

"I'll go with you. Just don't shoot please." Still sobbing she said to him. Arsalan chuckled at her answer.

"I know your game. You are saying all this just to save him. But this won't happen. Not today. He has to die. He will DIE"

All the next events happened in blur. A shot fired, screams echoed across the whole haveli. Arsalan fell down on his knees watching the scene unfold infront of his eyes. Subhan stood their holding a shivering Parishay in his arms. Facing him she gripped his arms with a weak grip. Her hold slipping but her husband held onto her for dear life.

"Zaviyar take the car out" He shouted at his brother who stood shocked at what happened.

Carrying her in his arms he ran towards the car. Zaviyar started it while Subhan took a seat at the back with Parsihay on his lap. Bibi Jan fainted at the sight of her youngest grandchild soaked in blood.

Subhan kept kissing her head repeatedly.

"Please don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me." He begged.

With drooping eyes she smiled at him and then her eyes closed.

"Zaviyar DRIVE FASTER". Zaviyar sped up the car breaking all the signals and traffic rules. After reaching the hospital doctors took her to the operation theater. Zaviyar did the whole paperwork while his brother sat down the floor with his back against the wall.

Zaviyar had never seen his brother this broken. He patted his shoulder and took a seat beside him.

Stopping the tears he hugged his brother who broke down just when Zaviyar wrapped his arms around him.

"I can't live without her" mumbling the same sentence again and again he cried for his life.

Zaviyar was speechless. He had no words to say to his brother. His mouth choked. No words formed. He just tightened his hold on his brother.

The operation was still going. Instead of sitting around Subhan went to the bathroom and did wudu. He was more patient after he performed salah. Still sitting on the ja-e-namaz(prayer mat) he raised his hands and kept praying for his little wife. His janeman

Just as the Sun rose indicating the arrival of a new day, the doctors came out of the OT with sullen expressions.

Zaviyar who was standing near the window immediately walked towards them.

"Doctor how's Parishay?"