A/N: All of the below scenes are the ones, which I wish I'd have added to the story but couldn't fit in properly. Consider them as deleted scenes or something. And yes, any of the scenes are not connected, so these are written in bits and pieces. Happy reading.
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Meruza came into the kitchen with a mischievous smirk on her face, as she watched a glowing Haya preparing the tea.

"Can I get a cup too?" she asked with an innocent smile, whilst sitting on top of the kitchen counter. Haya nodded with a smile, her face was still glowing like a bulb. Meruza wondered how she'd begin her teasing.
"What is on your neck, Haya?" a confused Haya touched her neck in shock. Meruza giggled childishly as she watched her sister in law's horrified face. Haya clearly remembered applying concealer everywhere, did she miss a spot or what?
"Make sure not to be too loud the next time. I'm an innocent girl living in this house." Meruza exclaimed dramatically. Haya coughed as she heard those words. Her face became red in embarrassment, eyes too shy to meet her sister-in-law's face.
"I think Abrar is calling me." Haya runs away from the kitchen, not even bothering about the tea. Meruza bursts out laughing as she saw how shy her sister-in-law was. Teasing is so much fun.
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Haya could not believe that her so-called family was forcing her to marry some random stranger. His family seemed good though. But her so-called future husband has shown no interest in her. Not like she's interested in him or something. But the situation in which she was there is way too complicated.

If she didn't marry Abrar Shah, then Ahil would divorce her sister, Sanam. Even though Sanam hasn't been the best sister to her, she still cares for that girl. Knowing Aahil he might really do what he said. Greed is making him blind.
But Haya wouldn't marry someone just like that. Suddenly an idea popped into her mind. Almost immediately, she did her ablution and offered salat-al-Istikharah. It was Fajr luckily. Lost in all the disturbing thoughts she slept after that. 
In the noon, her best friend Natasha has called to check up on her and was shocked to know all the happenings in her life.
"The answer was yes?" Natasha asked for the fourth time in a row.

"Yes. It was positive. I think I'll follow Allah's guide and marry him. Is there anything worse left to happen?" Haya chuckled dryly.
"Be happy, Haya. If you say that your prayers' answer was positive then you'll find your happiness in that marriage. Cheer up." Natasha encouraged her with a smile.
"I guess so too. I'll talk to you later. Someone's at the door." Haya hung up the call and opened the door to find an eager looking Zara, standing outside, ready to hear her answer.
"I'll marry Abrar Shah."
***
Haya and Abrar sat on the sofa, cuddled in each other's arms as they watched the TV. Upon Haya's pleadings, he has installed one in their room and now they spend their spare time watching something random.
Most of the time, Abrar would watch her instead of the TV, which was a huge distraction for Haya and they'd end up making out passionately whilst the TV would still be playing. Having her husband look at her as if she was the most beautiful woman alive will always be a distraction for her. She'd melt at those eyes no matter how mad or angry she was. He has been using it to his advantage lately.
"Mmm." she moaned in pleasure as he sneaked his hands inside her Kurti and drew weird patterns on her stomach. Her eyes now were fixed on his, as they stared at each other with desire.
Swiftly he made her seated on his lap and she wrapped legs around his torso. Their breathings were now uneven and loud.
He leaned in to kiss her but frowned as she stopped him, "what?" he asked with annoyance.
"I was wondering why you are smoking less these days? I'm genuinely curious." Haya mumbled Abrar's ears turned pink in shyness.
"You noticed, huh?" she shrugged, "I notice everything about you, Abrar Shah."
"Is that so, Hayat?" his voice filled with mischief and teasing. She glared at him.
"You really wanted me to ask that in the middle of our make out?" he wondered with annoyance, she nodded her head impatiently.
"The thing is we have been making out lately, and I don't want you to not like this." by saying so he pulled her into a quick kiss. Her eyes widened in shock but she kissed him back anyway. But that ridiculous smile refused to leave her face throughout the make-out session knowing that he is stopping to smoke just for her sake, just so that she'd enjoy the kisses as much as him... Can he get any sweeter?
"But weren't you addicted to that?" Haya wondered once they broke apart for taking breaths.
"I like this addiction better." he seductively traced his finger over her lips making Haya shut her eyes in pleasure and they were making out again, more wildly this time; if that was even possible.
*** 
Haya was known for her impatience. She frowned at the T.V screen as the local news channel counted the elections' votes. So far Imran Sheikh and Abrar Shah were not having much difference and there are fifty percent chances for both of them to win. Fidgeting with her fingers, she sat across the television impatiently. The last ballot box was being counted and then the next president of the village will be announced soon. The whole village was eager to know who their new leader was, including the Shah's and the Sheikhs.
"If this goes like this, we may never know Imran Sheikh might win this time." the reporter yelled through the screen making Haya scowl. She immediately shuts off that damn thing and tried to control herself.
'Abrar should win.'
'Abrar should win. Please Allah, let Abrar win this one.' Haya closed her eyes as she prayed for him whilst continuing with her fidgeting. She jumped in surprise as her phone started vibrating beside her, looking at the caller ID; Haya picked it up almost instantly and whispered," Hello?"
"Hayat." his deep and husky voice made her go weak on her knees, a good thing that she was seated already. She might have melted on the floor if not. He has a way of pronouncing her name, making it sound so sexy and different. He had that crazy effect on her. 
"Abrar... Are the countings done? Who won the elections? Please tell me quickly, I'm getting impatient here." Haya demanded nervously and frowned at her screen as she heard him laugh out loud; his usual contagious laugh which makes her lose herself in him.
"I take that you weren't watching the news." he mused with amazement.
"Hmm. The reporters were annoying, so I shut that thing off. Now tell me quickly who won?" she demanded impatiently yet again.
"Good. Because I wanted to be the first one to share this news with you." Abrar grinned from the other side as he moved aside to an empty place where the fireworks' noise wouldn't disturb them.
"Well, who won then?"
"What do you think?" Haya beamed widely as she understood the happiness behind his voice.
"You did?"Abrar smiled at how happy his wife sounded at this news. It made his heart flutter knowing that his happiness means the world to her.
"Of course I did." he replied with a chuckle," I told you not to worry."
She shook her head in disbelief at his arrogance but smiled nevertheless, "I know you'd win. But I was deep down so scared for you. What if you didn't? I know how important this election is for you."
Her words made him smile yet again, she cares a lot about him. It warms his heart every time just at the mere thought of that.
"I know how to handle failures, Hayat." she hummed in response and then there was this comfortable silence between them.
"Who else knows?" Haya asked eagerly, she was so happy for him. He deserved this post fair and square, after all the hard works he has done for it.
"I haven't spoken with anyone yet, I wanted to share my happiness with you first." Haya couldn't wipe off that ridiculous smile that was creeping on her face. She can never get tired of his cheesy gestures. It makes her heart go crazy every single time.
"Well I expect some gift from you." his tone was now filled with mischief and naughtiness.
"Where do I get a gift all of a sudden?" Haya frowned in confusion but heard his amused laugh as a reply.
"Don't go anywhere. I can have you as my gift." her cheeks turned the deepest shade of pink as she sat there, speechless.
"You're so shameless." was the last words Abrar heard before she hung upon him. He left out a hearty laugh. His wife was such a cute being and he can never really get enough of her.
***
"Abrar... get off me. I'm not sharing my dairy milk with you." Haya mumbled as she turned her back to him and savoured her chocolate to the fullest but was pulled from behind with a force making her frown at the interruption.
"What?" she opened her mouth to scold him but words became muffled as he grabbed her face for a hungry kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, as she felt him tasting the chocolate from her mouth. Gross, she grimaced. But he pinched her waist and kissed her harder. She kissed him back eventually and they fell on to the bed, whilst continuing to kiss each other crazily. Her hands roamed around his soft hair whilst his, drew patterns on her bare stomach. She giggled in between the kiss as those were her ticklish spot.
"I like this chocolate better," Abrar murmured huskily as he eyed his wife with desire filled eyes, he subtly licked her jawline which had a trace of chocolate on it. Haya blushed at his actions.
"You're such an insatiable beast." Haya moaned in disbelief as he kissed her nape whilst biting it once in a while.
"What can I do, Hayat... you're so irresistible after all," Abrar smirked mischievously and what followed next was passionate lovemaking; round number three.