Threatened

"Anaaya, what happened? Why the colour of your face is drain?" Hania asked as she saw her nervous face.

"N…. nothing, have you done shopping?" She immediately asked in a solemn voice, wetting her lips.

"Yes, let's go." As Hania told her, she walked out behind her. Her thoughts were still revolving around Zaviyaar Khan. Throughout the whole way, she didn't know what Hania was talking about. She was just thinking about Zaviyaar.

After reaching home, her little bit of good mood was also spoiled as she saw Zainab. Hania also noticed a change in her mood. She ran to her room, clenching her lips.

Hania kept on calling her but she didn't stop. She freshened up and laid on the bed. After lying down straight her thoughts were revolving around Zaviyaar. Despite willingly, she can't let go of his thoughts from her mind.

As a knock happened on the door of her room, she was pulled out of her thoughts. She sat straight, jerking thoughts of Zaviyaar. But as she saw Nawaz entering her room after so many years, she was extremely taken aback.

"Papa, do you have any business with me?" She asked in a serious voice. Nawaz looked at his daughter who was looking way more solemn than her age.

"Annaya, I have to talk to you." He came near her, standing with the bed.

"Yes," Annaya asked keeping her eyes fixed on the ground.

"Does Zainab raise her hand on you?" She raised her head with a jerk as she listened to the question of Nawaz.

"You are late in asking this question. Now I am used to it." Her answer silenced Nawaz. She painfully smiled while telling him.

"You never told me anything about it." He asked in a low voice.

"After Shehroz went, you never got a time for me." She told him in a monotone. Nawaz can feel the bitterness in her voice which hit him hard from inside. He quickly turned around and without saying a word, he came out.

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"Mom, bring a cup of tea for me into my room." Zaviyaar, who just entered the home, told hurriedly to his mother and went to his room.

"He doesn't have any manner to greet his father who is sitting here." Habib was furious over him the way he ignored him and rushed to his room. His mother remained silent. She rarely interferes between son and father.

Zaviyaar after getting fresh, picked up his laptop and put it on the table. Other than papers, a lot of other things were scattered in his room. No one was allowed to come to his room that's why he doesn't bother himself to keep things properly at their respective places.

Gul came to his room after knocking on the door. Zaviyaar quickly grabbed the cup of tea from her hand and poured the hot sips of tea inside of himself. Since the beginning, he is used to drinking hot tea.

"Zaviyaar, what are you doing?" She asked as she saw scattered pictures and things around him.

"Mom, I won't be at peace until I don't get revenge." In two minutes, he emptied the cup of tea and handed it over back to her.

*Zaviyaar, don't do this. Allah will seek our justice. Let our decision to Him." Gul pleaded, holding him by his arm.

"I won't set in peace till I don't make every single person involved in this sin reach his consequences by my own hands. If it costs my life, I won't move back." Gul became a statue as she felt extremeness, bitterness, and mixed feelings of revenge in his voice. No one can guess how many emotions he was hiding inside of himself.

"You are just creating a disaster," Gul said, shaking her head negatively.

"No one will stop me." He roared in a dark cold voice.

"The life of a girl is tied with you. Care to think about her." Gul tried to make him realize it.

"I will never turn my face from my responsibilities. I will give her the right once the proper time comes. Now go from here and send me another cup of tea." Zaviyaar said, clenching his lips. Don't know why but for a moment the face of Anaaya waved in front of him. But he jerked his mind, letting go of his thought.

Gul dropped a final look at him and quickly came out of his room.

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As Zaviyaar entered the university, the dean called him into his office. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with blank pants. He ran his fingers in his hair as he stepped towards the office of the dean.

After coming into his office, he saw Anaaya sitting in front of the dean. He understood this girl must have done something.

"Mr Zaviyaar, sit down," Dean said, passing a slight smile at him. He was helpless in front of both as on the one side, it was Anaaya, who is the daughter of his friend, Nawaz, then on the other side, there is no one who doesn't know Zaviyaar Khan and the reputable name of his father, who carries an influence in the business world.

"What do you want to talk about? My lecture is about to start?" He asked while his voice was void of any kind of emotion. Annaya, wearing a grey color dress, eyed him unenthusiastically.

"I received a complaint against you. You are not behaving well with Anaaya."

Dean immediately became silent as he sensed his rising anger.

"Your miss Anaaya was disturbing everyone with her big tongue during the lecture. I simply stopped her from doing so and you called me here for this nonsense matter." He instantly stood up, roaring and slapping his hand on the table. Annaya's eyes went wide. As she looked at his reaction in front of the dean, she felt very soon he would take his gun out to shoot the dean.

"N….no, you are right. You can go. I will talk with Miss Anaaya. She won't talk in your class now." After listening to the dean, this time it was Anaaya's turn to become furious, but she couldn't shout like Zaviyaar that's why she quenched her anger.

Early in the morning, she came with the thought to the university that today she would insult him properly from the dean, but things happened quite contrary to it as the dean was the one who was insulted.

"Miss Anaaya, I hope so again you won't come to the dean for uselessly wasting your or my time." Zaviyaar, after angrily speaking to Anaaya, went out. As he left, the dean wiped the sweat coming on his forehead. Anaaya also came out after dropping a complaining look at him.

From the talk of Zaviyaar, she knew he wouldn't leave her easily. She was walking through the corridor when suddenly someone pulled her inside the classroom. She wasn't ready for this attack so she ended up pulling towards the room.

Zaviyaar shut the door after pulling Anaaya and pinned her to the door. He took out the gun from his coat and pointed it towards her head.

"Don't take out a little voice or else I will stop your breathing." Her eyes went wide as she saw Zaviyaar. She felt her throat getting dry as she saw the gun pointed at her temple.

Putting her both hands on Zaviyaar's chest, she pushed him back with force, but he didn't budge an inch from his place. He held her both arms and pinned them to the wall.

"You think your these fragile hands will push me back." He asked sarcastically, leaning over Anaaya.

"Get off me…" She yelled in furiousness. Zaviyaar glared angrily at her and tightened his grip on her arms.

"Sshhh…. silent…. Can't you listen to what I told you?" Ho roared angrily. In fear, Anaaya felt a chill run down her spine.

"No, I didn't listen to anything. Get off, or I will shout and call everyone here." Without showing her fear, she told strictly. Zaviyaar's lips curled into a sarcastic style. He held her both arms in one hand and put his gun hand tightly on her lips.

"Listen to my one thing attentively and put it deeply inside your empty skull." He said in a harsh voice as he noticed Anaaya's helpless state in his clutch. Unwantedly, Anaaya was forced to listen to it, otherwise, she really wanted to scratch his hands through which he was holding her.

"Don't come in my way. Mind your own business. If you don't stop doing this then its consequences will be much worse. I will kill you and bury you in such a place that your family will keep on searching you for the rest of their lives." He leaned near her ear, blowing the trumpet in her ear. He enjoyed her face turning white in fear. The next moment, he left her with a jerk and taking long strides, he walked out.

As he left, Anaaya heaved a long breath. She felt goosebumps after finding herself alone in the dark room and then composing herself, she quickly walked out of the room.

She can clearly see the marks of the fingers of this crazy man on her wrists so she hides them properly under her sleeves.