“Two hearts were finally stepping toward the futures they thought they wanted.
But destiny, oh, destiny was standing in Dehradun, smirking, waiting for its cue.”
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I was in my cabin, but my mother’s face kept replaying in my head.
*** "Haider. Come here."
Maa Sarkar had called me to her room the moment I stepped out of the hall after meeting Taya Sarkar.
I went in, mentally bracing for whatever new twist was about to come.
"What did you answer?" she asked, voice curious but eyes sharp.
"Pardon?" What was she even talking about?
"About the marriage," she repeated, looking straight into my soul.
"I agreed," I said simply.
Her reaction shifted, just for half a second. A flicker of disappointment. Barely there. But I caught it.
"Before anything else, this is Taya Sarkar's decision. Not mine," I said, clearing the air.
We were still talking when Abbu Sarkar walked in.
"Are you sure? This isn’t a deal you can cancel later. It’s for a lifetime," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"I know. But I had to marry someone eventually. So I agreed. That’s it."
They both sighed.
"Alright then… I’ll start preparing for your wedding," Ammi Sarkar said, quietly leaving the room.***
"Ye mai kya sun raha hoon?"
A voice broke my flashback.
Perfect. Abeer. Just what I needed.
Ab isko bhi jhelna padega.
He barged into my cabin without knocking, classic him.
"Bhai, tell me you're joking." He folded his arms, acting like he owned the entire office. Typical elder-brother energy… on MY life decisions.
I raised a brow. "About what?"
"Miral. The marriage.”
His tone had that sharp, elder brother energy, but his eyes were pleading.
"You're not actually going to say yes, right?"he asked, desperately hoping I’d fix his mental breakdown.
"I already did."
His soul left his body.
He facepalmed. Grabbed his hair. Looked at the ceiling like it personally betrayed him.
Bro, I am getting married, not him.
"Look, just go home and say you changed your decision. Simple. There’s still time."
"No way. I’m not doing that," I said, standing up. He followed like a stubborn shadow.
"Why Miral, bro?! You two don’t even LOOK like a couple. Isse acha toh tu us wildcat se shaadi kar le.”
That was enough to ruin my barely-there good mood.
That girl?
THAT wildcat?
I gave him a warning look.
I glared at him, bombastic side eye level.
This idiot wants to die today.
He smirked. Wrong move.
“Why? She’s not good? The attitude she has… maybe you should marry-”
"Say another word and I'll finish the sentence for you in the worst way possible," I warned, grabbing his collar.
He smirked AGAIN. This man doesn’t love his ribs.
“And don’t mention her again.”
I signalled him to leave, he sat on the chair instead like he own this place.
Instead of leaving, he sat on the chair.
"Why? She’s not scared of you- Malik Sarkar, she is exactly like you."
His teasing tone was painfully casual, this is literally his last day on earth.
I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the door.
"Baap ka road hai? I mean, baap ka cabin hai?” he laughed again.
Before he could finish the next insult...
"Ahhh!"
I punched him in the stomach.
Dosage delivered.
I smirked, locked the door, and walked back to my table.
Her face flashed in my mind.
Those angry eyes.
That challenging tone.
And the way she rolls her eyes like it’s a weapon.
Wildcat.
⸻ ❦ ⸻
The mall was buzzing with chatter and laughter, oblivious to the storm sitting quietly in a corner. Miral hugged herself, tears threatening to spill, her shoulders trembling.
“What happened? At least tell me! You weren’t picking my calls, nor replying to my messages. Did someone scold you, or what?? For god’s sake, Miral, spill it!” Hanan’s hands gripped hers, concern etched deep in his face.
Miral’s sobs erupted, uncontrollable, and her voice cracked. “H…Ha…Hanan… my parents fixed my marriage.”
Hanan froze. His chest tightened, a sharp pang that made his breath hitch. “What?? With whom?? When??? What about us??” His words came out fast, tinged with disbelief.
“They… they didn’t ask me. They just told me the decision,” she replied, her voice breaking mid-sentence.
Hanan felt as if the ground beneath him had vanished. His eyes darted to her, seeing the fear and helplessness mirrored in hers. Every sob she let out made his heart pound harder.
He offered her water, and she took it, her hands shaking. Her gaze fell on a bouquet of her favorite flowers, lying innocently on the table like a cruel reminder of what could’ve been.
“So… what will we do? When are you going to tell your parents about us?” he asked softly, though panic laced every word.
Miral looked into his eyes, her tears glistening like broken stars. “Soon… very soon. But… will they even listen to me? Will they let me decide?”
Hanan’s hands squeezed hers, grounding her, anchoring them both in the storm. “Don’t worry. We’ll sort it out. Just… don’t marry him. Okay?”
Her head bowed, a fresh wave of sobs wracking her body.
⸻ ❦ ⸻
Tuba flopped onto her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her phone buzzed in her bag, and she ignored it. Every thought somehow circled back to Rafay, making her chest tighten in a mix of excitement and nerves.
“Hey! Are you seriously pretending to study?” Shireen plopped down beside her, elbowing her lightly. “Or is this your new ‘daydream about your fiance’ routine?”
Tuba groaned, hiding her face in her arms. “Shireen! Stop. I’m not-”
“Oh, please. I saw the way you lit up when your phone rang today. Don’t even try to deny it!” Shireen grinned, clearly enjoying herself.
Tuba peeked at her, rolling her eyes. “Yes! He called. Happy now?”
Shireen gasped, clutching her chest like it was a dramatic scene from a drama. “Happy? Tuba, I’m thrilled! You didn’t even tell me he called. That’s so rude!”
Tuba laughed, shaking her head. “Rude? I didn’t think you’d care this much.”
“Care? Of course I care!” Shireen said, nudging her. “Come on, spill. Was he sweet? Did he make you smile? Did you giggle like an idiot?”
Tuba groaned, covering her face. “Shireen! Stop interrogating me. I’m fine, okay?”
Shireen smirked, poking her lightly. “Fine? You’re not fine. You’re glowing. Admit it, you’re totally in love.”
Tuba buried her face in her pillow, laughing despite herself. “Why do I even have you as a best friend?”
“Because someone has to keep you from embarrassing yourself in public,” Shireen said with a wink. “Also, because I like knowing all the juicy stuff first-hand.”
Tuba peeked at her, smirking despite the heat in her cheeks. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me for it,” Shireen said smugly, nudging her again.
Tuba laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah… I do.”
⸻ ❦ ⸻
A few days later…
“Congratulations, Maliha! Finally, you’re going into second year. I honestly thought you’d fail!” Haider’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his tone teasing yet warm.
“Okay, okay! I’ll buy you flowers. Lilies? Done!” he said, disconnecting the call almost immediately.
He searched for the nearest flower shop and placed an order for lilies, his mind partially focused, partially somewhere else entirely.
Dehradun.
And suddenly… her face flashed in his mind. Her sharp eyes, her defiant words, that fire in her expression. Her anger. That little smirk.
Wildcat.
He wasn’t even sure if he had said it intentionally or if the word just slipped out. Either way, it stuck in his head, refusing to leave.
⸻ ❦ ⸻
“Yes, Shireen?” Tuba answered, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
“Babe, can you go to my flower shop? I have an order that needs to go out right now, and I’m out with Mom,” Shireen requested.
“Okay, okay! I’ll go. Behen, I’m already heading there,” Tuba replied, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the earlier chaos.
Her mind raced a little as she imagined Shireen bustling around the shop. Always so organized… I really should pay more attention when she talks.
⸻ ❦ ⸻
Tuba balanced the last bouquet in her arms, muttering under her breath about Shireen and her endless orders.
Outside, the black SUV rolled to a slow stop, engine purring like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.
He didn’t know she was here. She didn’t know he was coming.
And yet… destiny was already grinning wickedly.
In just a heartbeat, their worlds were about to slam into each other, mud, rain, chaos, and a storm of clashing wills waiting to explode.
Wildcat. Jerk. Sparks. Trouble. All of it was coming…
And there was no running from it.
The bouquet slipped from Tuba’s hands the exact second he stepped inside.
Great.
Of all the flower shops in Dehradun…
he had to walk into hers.
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