LOGININAYAT….
Finally my marriage is over after all controversies. I got married to Aadil. Now I officially became Mrs Inayat Aadil Waziri. We reached Waziri mansion. I looked at that building from the car window. Their building was double the size than mine. If I said it was a mansion then I was wrong because their house was like a palace. A royal palace. I was staring at it without blinking my eyes. I was mesmerised with the beauty of this palace. Siddiqui Mansion was big but not like theirs. Now I have to live here the rest of my life with him. Aadil opened his door and got down from the car and started walking without taking me with him. How rude! Taking me with him was a farthing. He didn't even give a single glance at me. Huhh! I also got down from the car and started walking behind him like a lost puppy. He stopped when he reached at the main door. His family members were present there. He has a big family. We both entered inside the palace. I ran my eyes around the whole palace to where my gaze reached. It was really beautiful. “Saaba, escort Inayat to Aadil's room.” My Mother-in-law ordered the little girl standing beside me. She nodded with a smile and held my arm to take me with her. We climbed the stairs and she led me to his room. We stopped near a door. And she opened the door for me, we both entered the room. So this is the room of Aadil Waziri. Room of the Prince of this palace. Room was big with a king size bed. White shade on walls. At one corner it was his study area. With a huge wooden study table and chair. Behind it, the whole wall was made into a library. At the opposite corner, it was arranged with a beautiful white leather couch. Seems to be a private area. Sunlight will directly enter through the huge window glass. Beautiful place. I really like it. Next was his walk in closet. Of Course it shows all the luxury of its owner. Everything was kept very neat and orderly. "Come, bhabi." Saaba pulled me with her by holding my forearm. “Here is your room. From now on you will live here. I hope you like your new room. Your suitcase is kept in the corner. Set your clothes in the cupboard later.” Saaba chirped while throwing her hands in the air every now and then. "Bhabi. Are you feeling nervous?" She asked me after observing me. "Nervous. Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed. "I'm not feeling nervous , I'm feeling scared. How can I face him after all this mess?" I said in a helpless manner. "Chill Bhabi. It's not your fault that Kainaat Aapi ran away from the wedding. The worst thing is that you become the scapegoat. Honestly, I didn't like it.” She said sitting on the bed folding her legs. “What you didn't like? Me?” I asked her. But she shook her head quickly. “No, it's nothing like that. I was saying…..” "SAABA" A loud voice echoed in the room. We literally jumped from our place after hearing the deep, scary voice. I looked at the source of the voice and found my husband standing at the doorstep. His blue eyes were giving a chill feeling into my spine. He was looking very scary. Please don't give me that look. I'm already really very scared. And You are killing me with your very eyes. He wouldn't need any knife to kill anybody , his pair of dangerous orbs are enough to kill someone. Saaba stood up from the bed with a jerk and said, "Yeah, bhai." “What are you doing here? Go down. Your Mom is looking for you.” Honey was dripping from his mouth with each word that was coming from his mouth. And I kept staring at him in astonishment. "Okay, bhai. Good night." She wished him. He also wished her back. Then she turned towards me. "Good night bhabi." She wished me and I also wished her back , then she left the room. What do I do now? I turned and saw he was going towards the closet. Maybe, to change his clothes. I also have to change myself into something comfortable. I packed my things myself. I never allow anyone to touch my things without my permission. I never allow anyone to enter my room without my permission. I packed my all things in 4 suitcase. They must be thinking I brought so many clothes with me and so much jewellerys. But in reality I brought all my things related to my work. I didn't leave anything there. It was really more important than my life. When I was lost in my thoughts I heard a sound from my behind. So I turned and found my husband standing there holding a towel in his hand. He was looking at me, raising his one eyebrow. "What?" He asked in a deep husky voice. "Nothing." I said and scooted from there to the closet holding my night suit. I brought my old night suits. Trousers and loose t-shirts. At first I pulled out all my jewellery and then started to open all the pins which were on my head to tie the bun. I stepped out of my dress and took a warm bath to reduce all my tension. And it helps a lot. After taking a shower I changed into my night suit. Then I came out of the bathroom. I went towards the bed and stood there in a dilemma. Aadil was already lying on the bed closing his eyes. His one hand was on his forehead and another one was on his chest. What to do now? I can't sleep on the same bed with him. But it was cold here. “What are you thinking, Sweetheart?” I flinched when suddenly Aadil's deep voice fell on my ear. I looked at him and found him awake. He wasn’t sleeping but pretending! Huh! Wait! Wait a minute! What did he say? Sweetheart! Has he lost his nuts? What's wrong with him now? Don't tell me because of Kainaat’s betrayal he has lost some nuts and forgot I want Kainaat but Inayat. "Excuse me!" I exclaimed. “Why, standing over my head?” He asked me in a cold tone, getting up from the bed and sat there dangling his legs. “Umm…..I….." I was saying something but he didn't let me say anything and burst on me. “What are you wearing? Can't you wear some decent clothes? You are married now. You are the daughter-in-law of the Waziri family. And you are roaming around wearing trousers and t-shirts? Don't you have any shame left on you?” He shouted at me then pointed his finger at me. “If I ever saw you wearing them then the consequences won't be in your favor.” The way he was yelling at me it seemed I wasn't wearing Trousers and T-shirts but I was roaming naked. “What's wrong with them? I'm fully clothed. And I'm wearing it in front of my husband. I’m not going to roam around the whole house wearing them. Then what's the problem?” Even though I was mad from inside, my tone was soft with him. Because I didn't want to argue with him the first day in my in-laws. “Didn't your parents teach you anything like manners? How can you talk back to your husband?” What? How dare he? I'm talking with him so politely but he is now crossing my limits. I took a deep breath before talking to him again, making sure I didn't lose my patience. “My parents had educated me enough. They have taught me to respect my husband. That's why I'm still talking to you politely. I’m not arguing with you. I'm just stating the facts.” “Moreover, I always wear them because I feel comfortable in them. I know I can't wear them in my In-laws. I didn't have time to arrange a new pair of night suits for me. I will get some tomorrow. Just let me know your taste. I will buy exactly the same. I can't afford to offend my husband.” I said with a lip tight smile. “Were you so excited to marry me that you forgot every important thing? Don't tell me you have feelings for me?” He gasped and covered his mouth with wide eyes. “Was it the reason why you didn't take much time before agreeing to this marriage? And that's why you helped Kainaat to escape from the marriage.” My eyes widened at the false accusations on me. “Look, don't assume things on your own. It's nothing like that. I don't have any feelings for you. And I wasn't dying to marry you. I agreed to do this marriage only for the sake of the family's reputation. So, please don't think I agreed to this marriage because I'm interested in you.” Now I lost all my temper. He was testing my patience. “Whoa! One sister ran away with her lover not giving a shit about the family's reputation while the other sister sacrificed her life for the sake of the family's reputation. You both are incredible.” He said while clapping. “Tell me one thing, if it was you in her place, will she also do the same that you did for her?” He asked me looking into my eyes intensely. “Never. Neither would she sacrifice her life for me nor would I do something like her.” My voice was stern as I said staring into his eyes boldly. "Exactly!" He exclaimed and stood up from the bed. “Because she's not stupid like you.” He said poking my head with his forefinger and walked away. "Excuse me!” He stopped and turned back to face me. “Why do you think that I'm stupid? Is this because I agreed to this marriage?” I crossed my arms against my chest and stared at him boldly. “Then let me tell you something. You are also a stupid because you also agreed to this marriage.” I gave him a smug smile. “You really have a sharp tongue. Be careful, darling. One day this sharp tongue of yours will put you in big trouble.” He warned me. What does he think of himself? I rolled my eyes in my mind and gave him a tight lip smile. “Get used to it. Because I'm always like this. I think Kainaat did the right thing by leaving a person like you who is really rude, arrogant and ill-mannered. Who would in the right mind marry a person like you. Because it's not marriage but suicide. I was always an unlucky person, that's why I’m stuck with you now.” I said in rage and in no time he came towards me seething in outrage and held a fist full of my hair in his hand making me winced in pain then clutched my cheeks with his other hard hand making my lips pout. “How dare you say those words about me? I love Kainaat. I would have treated her like a Queen. But you? I hate you. I hate you to the core of my heart. And I will make sure you live every moment of your life like hell. Got it?” Saying that he pushed me towards the floor and I hurt my elbow. How dare he hurt me like this? “You will make my life hell?” I laughed humorously. “From the moment I became your wife, my life has already become like hell.” I stood up from the floor in very difficulty. “I didn't come here thinking you will treat me like a Queen. I knew very well what I had put myself into when I said yes to this marriage. But I didn't know that you have so much hatred for me in your heart. If I knew I would rather die than marry you.” I told him looking in his eyes boldly. "Then go and die. Who is stopping you? I will be free then." He told me shamelessly. “Yeah, of course. And before dying I will leave a suicide note saying, how my husband used to torture me and not being able to bear anymore I was doing suicide. My husband is the sole reason behind my suicide. Then after my death you will live the rest of your life behind the bars.” I told him very angrily. "Woah!" He clapped. “How evil are you?" He told me in an amazed tone. "Do you have any doubt?" I asked, smirking. And he shook his head. “Let me tell you some rules as from now on you will live with me as my wife. What happens between us will remain inside these walls only. You will respect my family. You can't touch my things, and you will not interfere in my personal life. And you will sleep on the floor only. I won't share my bed with you. And don't you dare touch the cupboard.” Rules! Rules! Rules! Now it was too much. “Everything is fine. But where will I put my clothes?” I asked him angrily. He looked at the corner. I turned my gaze to find out where he was looking. And I found him looking at my four suitcases. "Four suitcases!” He stared at me in amazement. “What do you have in them?” He asked me, crossing his arms. “On only one condition. If you let me use one corner of your cupboard. I can't keep my clothes in my suitcase all my life. What will your Mother think if one day she finds out.” He thought for some moment and agreed. “Okay, I will make some space for you tomorrow.” Good. Thanks! “And one more thing. I can't sleep on the floor. I have never slept on the floor in my life. I will sleep on the couch then.” I said pointing my finger at it. "Okay!" Saying that I watched him walking towards the couch. He took the jug from the coffee table and poured it on the couch. What the hell? "Are you insane?" I shouted at him. "Why did you do that?" I asked him, gritting my teeth. “If you don't obey me in future next time you will find yourself outside of the house.” Saying that he walked back to the bed and lay down on it covering himself with the duvet. A scoff left my mouth seeing him sleeping peacefully on the bed. I walked to the cupboard to find something to sleep. And to my surprise I found a mattress and one pillow near the cupboard. That means he had planned to make me sleep on the floor beforehand. Great! Just great! I took the mattress and the pillow and walked out from the closet. I set the mattress on the floor and made my new bed. I lay down on that with new experience in my new life. I didn’t have a duvet. So I had to sleep without a duvet on this cold night. I was hella tired so when my head touched the pillow I slipped into the deep slumber.“Inayat, I know Aadil made a mistake. Can’t you forgive him?” Mansha Begum’s voice carried hope and helplessness.Aadil’s parents had arrived in Delhi early that morning. They hadn’t even rested properly. The moment Aajiya informed her mother about the divorce, they couldn’t sit still. They had to see their daughter.Because that’s what Inayat had become to them.A daughter.“Mummy, please don’t force me,” Inayat said softly, but firmly. “I have made my decision. I’m not changing it.”Mansha Begum moved closer and held her hands. “We never treated you differently. We always saw you as our own child. For our sake… can’t you give him one more chance?”Those words stabbed Inayat’s heart.For your sake.It would have been easier if they had blamed her. If they had accused her.But they were pleading. And that made it harder.“Please don’t do this to me, mummy,” Inayat’s voice trembled. “You all loved me so much. I will always be grateful for that. But I can’t continue this marriage. If yo
Inayat stood on the balcony, her fingers gripping the railing as she stared at the dark sky. The night was quiet, but her heart was anything but quiet.Footsteps approached softly. Aajiya came and stood beside her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward and heavy.Then Aajiya broke it gently. “Do you love him?”The question pierced deeper than she expected. Inayat’s throat tightened.If Aajiya were just her friend, she would have poured everything out without hesitation. But now… she was Aadil’s sister.Was she asking her as her friend or as his sister? Inayat couldn’t tell.Seeing her hesitation, Aajiya sighed softly, understanding her inner turmoil. “I’m asking you as your friend, Innu,” she said warmly. “We’re not just friends. We’re sisters. Yes, I’m Aadil’s sister… but what we share is stronger than that. You can tell me what’s in your heart. Maybe I can help you choose.”Inayat slowly turned to look at her. She searched her face carefully. And she
“You killed her?!” both Inayat and Aajiya exclaimed in shock.Aadil didn’t flinch.“Yes,” he replied, his tone steady. “I did.”“And that too so mercilessly?” Inayat’s voice trembled, not with fear, but with disbelief. “You’re talking about murder as if it was justified!”“She tried to kill my sister!” Aadil shot back, his calm finally cracking. “She destroyed my family. What was I supposed to do? Garland her with flowers?”“That doesn’t give you the right to take someone’s life!” Inayat snapped. “You don’t get to play God just because you’re angry!”Aajiya clutched her head faintly. “Stop… please stop…” she whispered. “I don’t remember any of this… but hearing it feels suffocating.”Aadil immediately softened at her reaction. “Baji… you don’t have to stress. I did what I had to do. For you.”“For me?” she repeated, tears forming again. “Or for your revenge?”The question hit harder than any slap.Inayat’s eyes locked onto Aadil’s.“Revenge never ends anything,” she said coldly. “It o
Two days later…Inayat was busy working on her laptop when the doorbell suddenly rang.“Azu, see who’s at the door!” she called out from her room, but there was no response.“Ugh! I’ll have to check it myself,” she muttered in frustration as she stood up and walked toward the door.She unlocked it and pulled it open and froze. It felt like she had received a 440-volt shock. Standing right in front of her was Aadil.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door.“What are you doing here?” Inayat asked immediately, her voice firm but her heart was pounding uncontrollably inside her chest.“I came to see you. I need to talk to you,” Aadil said politely, though there was urgency in his eyes.“But I don’t want to talk to you. So get lost.” Saying that, Inayat tried to slam the door shut. But Aadil quickly pressed his hand against it, stopping it from closing.“Please, Inayat… let me clear the misunderstanding between us,” he pleaded.“There is no misunderstanding between us,” she shot
Aadil was badly injured, though thankfully not in critical condition. There were no internal injuries. They had tortured him brutally, first whipping him, then burning his palms, tearing out some of his nails. They had beaten his legs mercilessly, yet by some miracle, he hadn’t suffered any fractures. They brought him to the same hospital where Aazan and Inayat were being treated. Compared to Aadil, Aazan had been lucky, only a bullet wound to the arm. After surgery, he was out of danger and steadily improving. Inayat’s condition was far worse, she had taken three bullets. She was still unconscious. The wounds were not only physical; she was emotionally drained, her willpower shaken. Perhaps that was why her recovery was taking longer than expected. The moment they learned he had been admitted, Aadil’s family rushed to the hospital. For three days, they had searched desperately after his abduction. Now his father, mother, brother, and cousin sister stood beside his bed, their rel
“Sir, Ibrahim Qureshi has killed two of our agents in Afghanistan. What do we do now?” one of the officers said anxiously.The conference room of RAW headquarters was heavy with tension. Chief Sankar leaned back in his chair, his face grim.“Sir, let me handle this,” Aazan spoke up firmly. “I’ll go this time.”“No,” the Chief replied sharply. “It’s extremely risky. And I don’t think the Minister will approve this mission. We need to wait.”“No, sir, we cannot wait,” Aazan countered. “He has already sent a threatening message. If we delay, he’ll kill the remaining two agents as well. Ibrahim took them because Inayat killed his right-hand man. None of this would have happened if Inayat hadn’t killed Yasir Haider.”One officer glared openly at Inayat after saying that.Inayat sat silently, her head bowed. She knew she had acted in rage. Now she was feeling guilty for doing that. She knew she had broken protocol. And now because of her two agents were dead, and two more were being held a







