On the very day of the nikah, Jannat learned a harsh truth — her entire family was gone. Only Umer Khan was left alive. The news hit her like a lightning bolt, but she swallowed her pain deep inside and made a silent vow: she would take revenge. No matter what it took, she would fulfill her promise and destroy everyone who had wronged her.
From that moment on, a fierce determination grew in her heart. She decided to trap Arhan in the web of love, pretend to fall for him, and once he belonged to her, she would ruin him and his entire family to claim justice.
That night, Arhan entered the room dressed casually. Jannat was standing in front of the dressing table, struggling to unzip her lehenga. Her dupatta had slipped from her shoulders, and the zipper was half broken — revealing her fair, delicate waist completely bare.
Arhan's eyes fell on her — standing there so openly without a dupatta, exposing her beauty. His face was tight with anger and revenge, but for a fleeting moment, the hardness in his eyes softened.
Jannat looked at him boldly and said,
"Arhan, please help me. My zipper broke, and I can't fix it myself."
Arhan replied sharply,
"I'm not your servant."
Jannat smiled slightly and said,
"You're not a servant, but you are my husband, aren't you? If you don't help me, I'll get someone else to do it. Maybe you're afraid you'll start loving me and forget your brother's death."
As she turned and started walking towards the door, Arhan grabbed her arm firmly and spun her back around. His hand rested on her exposed waist, his fingers tracing slowly over her skin. His voice was low, heated with passion and possessiveness,
"You're mine. My honor. Only I have the right to touch you, to look at you."
Jannat's heart trembled, but her face stayed strong. Arhan carefully pulled down the rest of the zipper and lifted her gently into his arms, carrying her to the bed. For that moment, the world and their revenge faded away in the fire of their intense first night.