Chapter 171: All Mine

Silent tears escaped from her eyes as her petite frame shook with small hiccups.

Dua had to hold her hand, and that was when she was able to sign those papers.

She looked exotic, out of this world. His eyes keenly followed her every action. He simply

couldn't take his eyes off her. On the other hand, the realization that he was actually about

to marry her was gradually sinking in.

He was too busy observing her, and he didn't even realize when the same question was

asked of him. His heart skipped a beat as his chest tightened.

He was going to marry her.

At last.

He never expected a day like this would come.

He never cared about women.

He never expected to have a life partner in his life.

He always thought women were alike. He was allergic to them. He never trusted them. They

had always been a passing interest, something to satisfy his physical desires, nothing more.

They were all the same.

Backstabbers.

Gold-diggers.

Selfish.

But meeting her had shaken the roots of his ideology. She wasn't like the others—cunning,

manipulative, selfish.

She was unlike anyone he had ever met.

He was aware of the people she loved and cared for; she could go to any extent to save

them.

He liked the way she walked, talked, looked, appeared. Her innocence, her vulnerability—

everything had slowly but surely broken down the walls he had built around his heart.

And in that moment, he knew he wanted her as his wife.

He couldn't live without her.

“Yes, I do."

While staring at her, the three words of acceptance slipped from his mouth, and the papers

were passed to him. He signed them right away, confidently, as he always had been. The

Nikah was concluded, and everyone raised their hands for the prosperity of the new couple.

The curtain of flowers was separated, and he stood up, ready to see his wife.

He inched closer to her, extending his hand. She took it, and he helped her stand. His fingers

eagerly removed the veil so he could see her face.

Breathless.

He became breathless for a second when his eyes fell on her for the very first time since she

became his wife. Holding her face with both hands, he kissed her forehead, letting the kiss

linger until the fast beating of his heart subsided. He pulled back and looked at her.

His wife.

"You..." he whispered, his voice hoarse, "You look... beautiful."

He knew something changed within him when he said those words. Those three words of

acceptance held such power, he had no idea. He felt overwhelmed.

This lady now solely belonged to him. His only. And everything was official between them.

She was his.

His, finally.

Completely.

In all senses.

Once his heartbeat subsided, he backed away. Her eyes were still staring down at the floor.

"Look at me, Jaan," he whispered, knowing she wouldn't look up at him until he asked her

to.

Her heart clenched at the endearment he used. And the way he whispered it made her knees

weak.

All she felt was dominance from him.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes, her struggle evident given how many times she flashed her eyes

down before looking up at him completely. She knew she couldn't evade his gaze forever.

She raised her head, her eyes meeting his intense gaze.

The air felt heavy with tension as their eyes locked. Sheharzaad's breath was shallow. This

close, she could see every detail of his face—his high cheekbones, his sharp jawline, and his

eyes.

His eyes. There was no doubt they were his most captivating feature. So passionate, so

intense. They seemed to bore into her very soul.

There was something in them that made her feel vulnerable, as if he could see right through

her, knew what she was feeling, and what she was thinking.

As they stood there, looking at each other, her mind was full of turmoil, fear, uncertainty,

and anticipation. He held both her hands and let them rest on his shoulders as he circled her

waist with both his arms and pulled her closer to him, earning hoots and claps from the

audience. People smiled and cheered at the newlywed couple.

"What took you so long to sign those papers?" he asked, not above a whispery mutter. She

shivered and looked down. Her hands, which rested on his shoulders, rolled into fists.

She just shook her head, suddenly not finding her voice.

"Did I just say to look at me, little lady?" he said but was already proceeding to grasp her

chin, bobbing her head up. Their eyes collided, and a smirk came up on his lips.

He slowly tilted his head, as his thumb grasped her chin, and claimed her lips in front of

everyone.

Every eye was staring at them with surprise.

It wasn't a usual practice in the culture to openly kiss the bride, but it was Shehryaar. He

didn’t care.

He never cared.

He gave zero consideration to the gasps, the surprised faces, or the judgmental looks.

All that mattered to him in that moment was to claim her, to make her his in front of

everyone.

His lips slowly moved against hers, and she went red. She was aware every eye was on

them, and this much attention was enough to unnerve her. But on top of it, the kiss made

her shudder intensify. She stealthily released her lips from his grasp and uttered,

"Shehryaar, everyone is watching."

He didn't let her stay away for long as he whispered, "Do I look like I care?" and proceeded

to take her lips again, this time with more ferocity so everyone would know who she

belonged to.

Pulling back, he spoke against the seam of her lips while his eyes bored into hers, "All mine.

You're all mine, Love."

Sheharzaad gave a reluctant nod to him as he proceeded to clean her tears and afterwards

enveloped her in a hug.