Looming Threat

"Haya... daughter makes a cup of tea for me. My head is paining." Biya who was sitting on the stairs writing her assignment startled and looked up at her father. He was ignoring her and calling Haya for tea.

In fact, he just likes the tea made by Biya. A deep pain arose in her heart.

"Ok papa, I am making." Haya was tutoring some neighbor children when she got up.

"Haya you teach your children, I will make tea." Haya was about to get up when Biya told her and quickly went to the kitchen.

"Thank you, aapi (Sister). Children, quickly finish your work."

"Come in." As he gave her permission, she came inside and find her father sitting on the chair. His head was resting on the back of the chair and his eyes were closed while he was rubbing his forehead.

"Papa." Biya put her hand on his forehead, and he felt a wave of relief run down his soul.

"Biya..." Her father took her hand down from his forehead, then she forwarded a tablet and glass of water in front of him.

"Papa tablet." Zaman silently took the tablet from her and after taking the tablet he hand the glass back to her. And Biya then forwarded the cup of tea to him.

"Thank you."

"Papa, are you still angry with me? You should be. I'm not a good daughter of yours at all. I always make you tense. I always hurt.....papa, I am very bad, am I papa?" Biya was sitting near the chair of her father and crying. Her father took her in his embrace and then led her to the bed and made her sit there.

"Biya....my life. My princess....my fairy. Your papa isn't angry with you at all. Can anyone become angry with himself?" Her father was taking her in his arms and raised her face to wipe her tears. He then kissed her on her forehead. On that, Biya again started crying.

"Papa you are so nice.... you are the world's best papa. I love you, papa."

"You are also the best daughter in the world. And your papa always feels proud of you. I love you too." Her father cupped her face in his both hands. Biya kissed both hands of her father.

"Papa, I am so...."

"Sshhh...." Her father put his finger on her lips.

"Daughters don't ask for forgiveness when they didn't did a mistake."

"Now my fairy has to smile at me...." Biya smiled.

"Yes, that's my girl." She hugged her father and promised herself that no matter what happens she again will never create an opportunity for complaining against her father.

"Biya come to the kitchen. Take these things and make the dinner."

"Ufff these jealous people are again interfering between the love of father and daughter." On Biya saying that, her father burst into laughter. And Biya also walked out smilingly.

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Mrs. Bina and her husband were sitting on the lawn on quite stylish chairs and gossiping about here and there matters. They glanced at Ayaan who was also seated on the chair his both feet were on the table with a laptop in his lap. He was so engrossed in doing his work on the laptop.

A while later he also joined them in their conversation.

"Sikandar didn't come?"

"Papa, he is out of the city. I talked with him last night he will come in a day or two. And then he has a meeting with a foreign delegation..."

"May the effort of my son bore fruit and same his life also become colorful. Willingly, I can't take him out of his suffocated life. Our that much love wasn't able to collect him and bring him to life. It wasn't enough to vanish his craziness."

"Papa." Ayaan moved forward and put his hand on his hand.

"Ayaan why our love is insufficient for him? Why his hatred isn't ending? He is still living his old life. Despite my consistent effort to make him call Mama and Papa, he wasn't able to do so. I and your mother only thought and give him love in these twenty-eight years, and he....he still didn't forget his that four years. His that four years craziness and hatred have won over our twenty-eight years love, why....?"

While on the other side, he was quickly winding up his work in the delightness of meeting with his uncle. He stopped his car outside of the home because he has to go back quickly.

Spotting them sitting on the lawn, he also came towards them. The three were back facing him. The talk of his uncle, his love. To Sikandar, it felt like his tears were falling on his chest and piercing him.

He walked out back silently and controlling his motionless body he came out of the gate.

"Brother, brother Sikandar...." Hina who was coming downstairs happened to see Sikandar and ran toward him.

But before Hina can reach the gate, Sikandar was long seated in the car and took his car in rushing.

"Hina, what happened? Who was there?" On her loud voice, Ayaan came near her and so do her father and mother.

"Who was there, Hina?"

"Sikandar...why did he go?" She said with heavy breathing.

"S.... Sikandar...." They felt as if the ground slipped under their feet. Ayaan came to his senses and he hurriedly rushed towards his car standing on the porch. And after taking his car out of home, he ran his car at speed.

His direction was the home of Sikandar.

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"What the hell is this?" Ayaan was constantly calling Sikandar but every time he found his phone is unable to reach him. Ayaan laid a strong punch on the steering wheel. Because of driving speedily, he was saved certain times from crashing his car.

With the loud thundering clouds heavy rain started pouring. Unwillingly, Ayaan then has to lower the speed of his car. Then in a distance, he noticed someone sitting on the footpath. To Ayaan first thought came of Sikandar.

"Sikandar..." Ayaan stopped his car near him and in running came to him. He sat in front of him and held him by his shoulders to look at him. His tears which were flowing from his eyes and mixing with the drops of rain were hiding his pain. But in this Ayaan knew his every single tear. They both were completely soaked in rain.

"Shah." But before that Ayaan can say anything more, Sikandar jerked his hand and stood up away from him.

"Why you came here?.....why?"

"Sikandar....papa was only....."

"No, I am not worthy of the love of you people.... leave me at my state...."

"Shah.... let's go home. It's raining heavily. You will get sick."

"You go."

"Shah....this time if I went then you will lose me forever...."

"I don't care."

"Shah, you don't care about anyone. Neither you care about those people who spent their lives on you. They take care of you more than their children...... you always used to listen from them that we have three children....they took you in the shadow of their love to save you from the cruelty of the world. They always considered you an elder son of their home. Don't you care about them?" Ayaan shooked him on his mercilessness.

On that, clouds loudly thundered and now the rain turned into a hailstorm.

"I'm alive because of them... I will never pay back the favor of their love.... I am indebted to them for their every single moment of love....but....but I don't want to forget these four years which are boiling inside of me like lava.... with every passing moment I am burning in fire. This....this, you can see this heavy rain...this is not able to wipe the fire inside of me. This fire will only wipe when those who erupted it a fire will themselves burn in this. I will be suffering in this pain till when I don't see them suffering in this pain." Ayaan was feeling scared looking at him. His beautiful eyes were red-shot in rage.

He was beyond understanding of anyone. Let alone himself he was sad from the whole world. Because of raining, there was not much traffic on the road. And the darkness of evening was turning into night.

"Let's go." After a good amount of time, Sikandar said to him after composing himself.

"Let's go.... come into my car." On Ayaan saying, he nodded his head and walked to his car. Ayaan also took the seat of driving and then he called Sikandar's driver to come and take Sikandar's car. Ayaan put his phone on the dashboard and started his car.

"Go to my home..." A prolonged silence in the car was interrupted by the voice of Sikandar and Ayaan without saying anything obeyed to his words. After stopping the car on the porch, they came inside the palace of Sikandar.

They both came into the bedroom of Sikandar. He then took out his dress and handed it over to him.

"Go and change." Ayaan silently took the dress from him and went to the washroom. When he came out after changing, then Sikandar went ahead to the washroom taking his dress. Ayaan was sitting on the couch sipping the coffee which Farid bring for him. Meanwhile, Sikandar came out of the washroom rubbing his hair with the towel.

"Wow.... coffee... without telling Farid, he really knows for what I am feeling the need..." Sikandar threw the towel on the bed and smilingly stood in front of the dressing table. While on the other side, Ayaan was still sitting silent.

"Ayaan you know I don't like soothing. So make your mouth steady..." After a while, Sikandar combed his hair, sprinkled perfume on himself, and a wrapping a beautiful shawl around his shoulders he came took his coffee, and sat beside him.

On that, Ayaan glanced at him. Wearing black trousers and a shirt and wrapping a black shawl around his broad shoulders his gel-applied steady black hair, his beautiful sparkling eyes which were still a little red and forming a beautiful smile on his face, and with his extremely white color he was looking breathtaking and ravishing.

"You are very bad," Ayaan said succumbing to him because he knew no matter what happens Sikandar wasn't going to appease him. He was like that.

"Yeah.... yeah....no doubt, I am too bad. Let's go Uncle and Aunt will be waiting." After finishing his coffee, Sikandar stood up.

"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm also going with you...." Sikandar has to say to him on his snapping at him. They both smiled and came to Ayan's car standing on the porch. After hopping in the car Ayaan started the car and took it out of Sikandar Palace.

"If uncle and aunt ask then you will stay silent. I will tell them I got an important call so I have to go back." Sikandar said forwarding his hand to the music.

"You really are a jerk...."

"If there is anything else you want to name me, you can..." Sikandar said laughing at him. On that, Ayaan laid such a strong punch on his shoulder but after that, his hand was itching. But Sikandar wasn't bothered by it.

"You are made of stone...iron man." On his laughing, Ayaan said glaring at him. There was still lightly raining. While in their talks, they finally reached Ayaan Vila.