He was her love. He makes her heart beat. He gave her feelings she never felt. His honey wheat eyes captivates her. His sincerity melts her heart. His attitude races it. He returned everything with the best love he could ever give. They were each other's happiness. His joy was her joy. His laughter was her relieve. Even when they are in the worst of moods, their companionship was what they needed but they were still not perfect. Their imperfections made them perfect. Noorie Abdullah is married to Amir Hussein Mashood, a man she had known for nearly two years. They had gone through a series of event and fate planned something different for them. Noorie believes she knows everything about him. She knows his likes and dislikes. She knows his deep secrets and what he had gone through. After their marriage, she had to leave her country for London. In London so much awaits her. A new life, new family with different culture and more love and sparks to be seen and felt. Little did she know there are lot this man with honey wheat eyes that captivates her, the man whose sincerity melts her heart, whose attitude races it and the man who stole it had hidden from her, so much that brought fear and insecurity, so much that brought out secrets neither her nor her husband wanted.

"Shut up! Shut up, Amy!! Keep that running mouth of yours shut!!!" I exploded, my angry voice boomed across the room. Amatullah halted in my tight grip, her tear stained face lost its colour immediately. Her eyes widened due to great shock. "Which baby are you talking about? Which child? Answer me?" I shouted shaking her vigorously. My eyes burned with unshed tears. "Is it the one we lost over a year ago? Which pregnancy? The one we lost after that accident? Answer me? Tell me, Amy? Speak?" I roared. She began to tremble under my hard grip. "We don't have any child. You are not pregnant. We have lost our pregnancy. It has been over a year. You have stayed here for three months and what? There is no improvement in your health. Yusuf, our baby this, our baby that?" I mimicked her voice "Tell me which baby you are expecting? The one in our dreams? Damn it, Amatullah. We don't have any child. You are not pregnant. We have lost our baby" I shouted, my throat burning then pushed her away gently.