The night sky stretched above them, a soft breeze brushing against Noor's cheeks as the car slowed near the grand Zayd Mansion. Fairy lights were strung across the main gate, glowing like tiny stars, guiding Noor into her new life.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, emotions swirling inside—joy, nervousness, a strange ache for her sister, and a small, shy excitement for the man sitting beside her. Rayyan sat quietly, observing her fingers fidgeting with the corner of her red dupatta.
He leaned slightly, his voice calm but deep, "You're not losing anything, Noor. You're gaining something… you'll see."
Noor glanced at him, eyes soft but cautious, and simply nodded.
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The Grand Welcome
As they stepped out of the car, Rayyan's mother and Umer's wife stood waiting at the entrance. A small, modest welcoming ceremony took place. Noor's eyes moistened when Rayyan's mother placed her hand lovingly on her head, whispering, "This house is yours now, my daughter."
Noor lowered her gaze, feeling a soft comfort she didn't expect.
Rayyan stayed close, never straying far from her side, offering quiet reassurances with his presence alone. Soon after, they led Noor through the softly lit hallways, every step echoing softly in the large house.
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The New Room — Her New Space
The doors to Rayyan's private wing opened. Noor's eyes lifted, taking in the soft colors of their room—no bold reds or glittering decor. The room was calming, filled with earthy tones, a king-sized bed tucked against a tall headboard, large windows with sheer curtains flowing lightly in the breeze. A corner held a cozy reading chair, and on the side, a smaller room Noor would soon realize was hers—her own space.
Rayyan placed their wedding gift boxes to the side, then turned to her, shrugging off his sherwani jacket, looking relaxed but still as intimidatingly handsome in his white kurta.
Noor stood awkwardly, fingers still clutching her dupatta.
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The Gentle First Conversation
Rayyan noticed her still posture and crossed the distance between them, keeping a respectful space. His tone remained light.
"No pressure tonight. You're tired. It's been a long day."
Noor finally met his gaze properly, her shoulders relaxing a little.
He continued, softer, "I know you're adjusting… and I don't expect you to act like everything is suddenly perfect. You have time… you have space… and you have me. No expectations… just ease into this, at your pace."
Noor's lips pressed together before a quiet smile appeared. "Thank you… for understanding."
Rayyan's hand brushed against the corner of her scarf that had shifted during the day. His fingers adjusted it gently, almost instinctively, his touch careful and protective. "I'll always understand."
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Moments of Comfort
Noor placed her jewelry box aside, removed her heavy earrings, and sighed deeply as she sat on the couch near the window. Rayyan returned after changing into comfortable clothes—simple trousers and a loose shirt.
"Tea?" he asked, carrying two cups.
Noor blinked in surprise but accepted the cup with a soft smile.
"You drink tea at this hour?"
Rayyan smirked, "Tonight's different… besides, you need something to relax."
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First Genuine Laughter
A soft, natural conversation flowed between them. Noor asked about little things in the house—what side of the bed he liked, if he always left books in every room. Rayyan teased lightly about her serious demeanor during office days.
At one point, Noor laughed softly, the sound surprising even herself. Rayyan's chest warmed hearing it.
"That's the sound I'll get addicted to," he said quietly, his gaze soft but intense.
Her cheeks warmed, and her eyes dropped, fingers wrapping around the tea cup.
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The Night Ends Softly
Before midnight, Rayyan stood, "You'll sleep here," he said, nodding towards the bed. "I'll take the small room next door. You settle first."
Noor looked up, touched but surprised, "That's not necessary…"
Rayyan raised a brow with a small grin, "It's very necessary, Noor. Tonight, you need rest. Comfort comes before any tradition."
Before leaving, he glanced back, his expression sincere, "Tomorrow, we start figuring this life out together. Tonight… rest knowing you're safe."
Noor felt a lump in her throat, nodding silently.
When the door clicked softly behind him, Noor allowed herself a smile. Her heart wasn't heavy anymore—it felt… calm.
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That night, Noor fell asleep for the first time in a long while without fear weighing her down—her life wasn't just changing… it was finally becoming her own.
Sunlight crept into the room through the soft cream curtains, drawing delicate patterns across the walls. Noor shifted slightly in her sleep, her body still wrapped in comfort after the overwhelming day before. The soft knock on the door wasn't loud but firm enough to wake her gently.
A low chuckle followed.
Rayyan leaned by the doorway, dressed in a casual navy kurta with sleeves rolled neatly up to his elbows. His hair still slightly damp, his sharp jawline freshly shaven, and that familiar intense gaze a little softer this morning.
"Noor…" His voice was calm but playful, "Are you planning to sleep through your first morning as a bride?"
Noor blinked, her eyes fluttering open as her fingers instinctively pulled her scarf up around her head. She sat up, cheeks coloring instantly as Rayyan walked towards her with a fond smile.
"Your sister isn't here to wake you up with lectures anymore," he teased lightly, "but you're lucky… you've got me now."
Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. "Is that supposed to be comforting or a warning?"
Rayyan smirked, hands crossing loosely at his chest. "Comforting… mostly."
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The Couple Breakfast
After freshening up and changing into a soft blush pink kameez with white embroidery, Noor joined Rayyan in the dining room. The house felt alive but not noisy—warm and welcoming.
The long dining table was already set. Rayyan's mother was busy arranging freshly baked parathas, while his father sat reading the newspaper. Zayan arrived, ruffling his hair with his usual boyish grin, followed by Umar and his wife, both greeting Noor with wide smiles.
As Noor sat beside Rayyan, she noticed how he casually placed a glass of fresh juice next to her plate before focusing on his breakfast. Noor's chest fluttered at the quiet gesture.
"Look at the new couple, already setting examples," Zayan teased, grabbing a seat across from them.
Rayyan didn't flinch, replying smoothly, "You should take notes. Someday you might need them."
Umar's wife leaned toward Noor, whispering with a friendly grin, "You'll get used to their daily banter."
Noor smiled softly, feeling the ease of family seeping into her nerves.
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The breakfast was light but filling—fresh omelets, soft parathas, warm tea, and little smiles exchanged across the table. Rayyan's father offered Noor a warm welcome, his earlier stiffness easing, while his mother lovingly served her, often asking if she liked something.
Rayyan's hand brushed against Noor's under the table briefly, subtle but enough to remind her—this was her family now… this was home.
For the first time in years, Noor felt like she belonged.
After breakfast, Noor and Rayyan excused themselves quietly, returning to their room. The house settled into its natural rhythm, leaving them in the peaceful comfort of their private space.
Rayyan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching Noor arrange her scarf before sitting on the bed.
"Feels different waking up here?" he asked, his tone playful but eyes warm.
Noor glanced up, her lips curving softly, "Different… but peaceful."
Rayyan moved closer, resting his hand lightly on her headscarf, fingers brushing the soft fabric. "That's all I want for you… peace."
Noor's heart warmed at the simplicity in his words. The morning passed with quiet conversation, soft teasing, and a slow ease settling between them. There was no awkwardness, no pressure—just two people growing into their new bond.
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Later that Afternoon – Valima Preparations
By mid-afternoon, the house buzzed again—this time for their Valima reception. Rayyan's mother brought in Noor's outfit personally, laying it gently on the bed.
Noor stood quietly, her fingers tracing the soft peach fabric. It was a long flowing maxi, modestly cut with a high neckline, soft floral embroidery along the sleeves and waist. A matching peach dupatta with delicate beadwork rested alongside it.
Rayyan, dressed in a sharp navy blue four-piece suit, complete with waistcoat and tie, stepped into the room. His normally tousled hair was styled neatly, and Noor could hardly hide her surprised smile.
Rayyan raised a brow playfully. "So? Do I look acceptable?"
Noor smiled, adjusting her dupatta over her shoulder, "More than acceptable."
Rayyan walked over, gently lifting her hand. "And you… look like my peace wrapped in peach."
Noor felt her cheeks heat under his gaze.
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As they stood side by side before leaving for their Valima, Noor caught her reflection—simple, modest, and glowing softly under the peach tones—while Rayyan stood tall, proud, with quiet protectiveness.
They stepped out together, side by side—not just as husband and wife, but as a pair learning to build comfort, respect, and care, day by day.
The grand ballroom shimmered under golden lights, decorated with soft floral arrangements in ivory and blush tones. Everything about the setting spoke of understated luxury—no loud colors, no excessive glitter—just elegance and class.
Noor stepped out of the car alongside Rayyan, her long peach maxi flowing gracefully around her. The fabric caught the light beautifully, soft floral embroidery catching delicate glints as she walked. Her dupatta, pinned modestly over her head, completed her look, resting lightly over her shoulder with tiny crystal detailing that sparkled with every movement.
Beside her, Rayyan looked sharp and timeless in a classic navy blue four-piece suit. His tailored coat fit perfectly, the polished tie adding a formal grace. His posture was straight, his expression calm, but his eyes softened whenever they drifted towards Noor.
As they entered, murmurs spread across the hall—admiration for the simple, graceful bride and the composed, quietly charismatic groom.
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Family and Warm Wishes
Rayyan's mother and father were already there, greeting guests. Zayan, grinning, stood near the entrance helping with formal introductions. Noor's sister and brother-in-law arrived soon after, their eyes moist but happy seeing Noor so content.
Guests flowed in—business associates, old family friends, relatives Noor hadn't met before, and Rayyan's long-time professional acquaintances. Yet, despite the grandeur of the event, everything remained respectful, serene.
Rayyan stayed close to Noor, quietly introducing her. He didn't leave her side for more than a few minutes at a time, always checking in with a glance, ensuring she wasn't overwhelmed.
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A Soft Moment on Stage
When Noor and Rayyan sat on the stage for the official couple seating, Rayyan leaned in slightly, whispering so only she could hear,
"You're handling this better than I expected… not even a hint of nerves."
Noor smiled shyly, whispering back, "You're not too bad yourself, Mr. Zayd."
His low chuckle was her favorite sound of the night.
Photographers moved around respectfully, capturing the couple's calm smiles, soft glances, and quiet handholds.
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A Gathering of Respect
Noor noticed how Rayyan never allowed unnecessary crowding around her. When a few older relatives began asking too many questions, Rayyan smoothly redirected the conversation. His gentle possessiveness was subtle but present, and Noor found herself more at ease because of it.
Rayyan's business friend, Umar, arrived with his wife, offering kind words and light jokes. Zayan teased the couple playfully on stage, whispering about Rayyan's rare smile being caught on camera, making Noor laugh genuinely for the first time that evening.
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Dinner & Soft Departure
Dinner was served shortly after—a tasteful blend of traditional and continental dishes. Noor ate lightly, but Rayyan made sure she tasted the special dessert his mother had chosen.
Before leaving, Rayyan's father gave Noor a heartfelt welcome speech in front of close family members, praising her grace and wishing them peace in their new life.
As the evening winded down, Rayyan leaned close again, "Let's escape before someone tries to keep us for a second round of photos."
Noor nodded, happy to follow.
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Leaving Together
They left the hall amidst soft smiles and good wishes, stepping into the calm night. In the car, Rayyan's hand rested over Noor's, his thumb moving in slow circles.
"Didn't feel like a tiring event… only because of you," Noor admitted softly.
Rayyan turned towards her with a small smile, "That's how it'll be… together, everything will feel easier."
And with that promise, the Valima night ended—not just a celebration of marriage, but a quiet beginning of a partnership built on respect, care, and growing comfort.
The car ride back was calm, the city lights reflecting softly through the windows. Noor sat quietly, her heart fluttering from exhaustion but also from a growing, strange comfort. Rayyan's hand rested lazily on the seat between them, fingers occasionally brushing hers, and every brush sent a quiet shiver up her spine.
As the car turned into Zayd Mansion, she finally let out a long breath.
Rayyan turned to her, noticing the looseness of her posture. "Finally breathing?"
She gave a tired smile. "A little… I still can't believe it's all done."
His lip tugged up at the corner. "It's just the start."
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Inside the Room
Once inside, the house settled into silence. No one lingered after the long day. Noor followed Rayyan to their room, her steps lighter without the weight of bridal expectations.
As she removed her heels, he loosened his tie, stepping towards her. The sharp lines of his four-piece suit relaxed as he stood in front of her, slowly pulling the pins from her dupatta.
Noor's fingers stalled at the edge of her sleeve.
Rayyan's voice dropped lower, deep and warm, "Let me."
One by one, he carefully removed the pins, letting the peach scarf slide softly from her head, falling down her shoulders. Her long hair tumbled loose underneath, slightly curled from earlier styling.
His hand didn't move to her face… instead, his knuckles gently brushed against her jawline before he leaned in, murmuring, "You look… stunning when you're just Noor."
Her lips parted slightly, heart racing.
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Subtle Boldness, Growing Comfort
Rayyan stepped back only to slip off his coat, throwing it carelessly on the couch. His shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms, as he stalked closer again.
Noor's back bumped lightly against the edge of the bed, her breath quickening—not out of fear, but unfamiliar closeness.
Rayyan's fingers skimmed over her wrist, pulling her hand upwards, resting it against his chest, feeling the calm but firm rhythm of his heartbeat.
"I won't rush you," his voice was quiet but intense, "but that doesn't mean I'll hide how much I want you close."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. He wasn't forcing, he was inviting—giving her space yet making it clear she belonged here, beside him.
Slowly, her fingers curled slightly over his chest, grounding herself in the calm intensity that was Rayyan.
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The First Real Embrace
Rayyan leaned in, his forehead lightly pressing against hers. "It's okay… we'll grow into this."
Noor nodded softly, letting herself fall into his arms. His hold wasn't just a hug—it was firm, protective, and possessive. She felt the strength of his shoulders, the steady rise and fall of his chest.
For the first time, Noor allowed herself to sink into him, letting his quiet strength melt away the remnants of her nerves.
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Later that night, they didn't rush through labels or traditions—they simply held each other close, hearts syncing, learning comfort in proximity, starting their married life with softness… and the slow, quiet intensity only the two of them shared.