"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.View More
They considered her as a threat. Both of them. To the legacy of her grandfather. That was why they had her escaped. Shabbir Haider would've sustained the blow of the whole world knowing the truth but his grandsons. Because they were to continue his legacy. He had really worked hard on both of them. And managed to make them as cruel as he had been. Jaha Ara was a thorn in his path which he efficiently plucked out. He wanted the mafia to grown and both his grandsons were his shoulders. If Dua had told them of the truth then an apocalypse would've fallen on him. An apocalypse which his old shoulders won't be able to sustain. His grandsons were his reflection and Shabbir Haider was well aware that what could be done to him by them because he made them what they were now. He had just put-forth these qualms infront of Dua and for the sake of good moments and good memories and the goodness she had noticed in him, she spared him from the wrath of both her brothers. Yet that moment when s
Two years later"What is my name?" His voice, dark, as he directed the question to the shivering soul. His men surrounding him. The cold weather of the States made him wear black long-coat, underneath which he wore, black pants and shirt. And his hands stuffed in his pockets, were covered with gloves. Black gloves. Which he usually wore whenever he'd go to such missions."Ha-haseeb... Haroon... S-syed," the man, on his knees, answered."Good," he sat down."Now tell me where is she?" he asked. "I...I don't know...sir,"And it was the last nail in the coffin as he lost patience. He shrieked out of annoyance and the gun which was in his grasp came down to that man's temple, making blood gush out of his forehead as he fell back."Where the fuck is she?" he asked again, widening his eyes. The man couldn't utter a word as he laid there, shivering. He shook his head to himself before squatting down to his level. His fingers threaded in that man's hair as he made him sit. Boring his eyes
A month.A month has been elapsed but there was no sign of Dua. The sky fell upon the haveli after comping to know of Dua's elopement. Despite trying and utilizing their hundred percent of resources, the trio, Irtaza, Shehryaar and Haseeb couldn't find Dua. She was gone.Gone for good.The day her absence and elopement was confirmed, Irtaza had straight away headed to investigate Zahra. FlashbackZahra was in her room, playing with her little baby girl Jaha Ara while Mujtaba played with a colorful ball somewhere in the room. A maid stood near Zahra to help her if she needed any.Zahra's eyes were sparkling with joy as she held her daughter's little and soft hands who was giving out a toothless smile."Sab sei pyara kaun hai?" she asked, playfully to her daughter, who couldn't understand anything but still gave out a jolly laugh.(Who is the most beautiful?)"Jaha Ara hai," Zahra said, brushing the pad f her forefinger against her little nose.(It s Jaha Ara)When suddenly the door
In the room, Irtaza's grey eyes were struck on his laptop screen as he was working on something. To his left laid Zahra whose small snorts were echoing in the room followed by the tick-tock of the clock.He had been trying to focus but his wife's snorts weren't letting him. It's been half an hour already. Her snorts were too heavy that first he had awaken up from his sleep and despite trying to focus on his work, he couldn't. Sighing, he atlast closed the lid of his laptop and placed it aside before laying down and bringing her closer to him. He scooped her in his arms and it was not long before he nuzzled into her neck. He couldn't resist inhaling her fragrance. It provided him calm.Whenever he would be upset, the only thing that could calm his nerves was her scent. "Senorita," he whispered in her ears, trying to wake her up. She gave no response and continued snorting."Senorita," her name again released from his mouth as his fingers caressed her earlobe."Wha...is..t, Irtaza?"
"Mama! Mama!" Two years, Mujtaba called out at Zahra who was making dinner in the kitchen. He rose his little hands and caught the hem of his mother's shirt as he was trying to stand up.Her eyes moved towards the wall clock as she quickened with her preparations."Gul zaadi!" Zahra called out for one of her maids and she came running."Yes madam?""Please can you take Mujtaba to his room," she said, before squatting down and grabbed the crawling toddler in her arms."What does my beautiful prince want?" she asked, running her finger against his little nose.Mujtaba laughed, opening his toothless mouth and moved his small hands towards his mother's cheek before rubbing his hands against her cheek."Ay! Ay! Ma! Ay" he uttered gibberish but Zahra smiled."Ma's life. Why are you so cute?!" She rubbed her nose against his and kissed his lips before handling Mujtaba to Gul and she took him away as Zahra continued making dinner.Today was Irtaza's birthday and she had decided to surprise hi
At the university, on insistence of her friend she went out for shopping that too without security and she couldn't inform him as her phone's battery was dead and her friend's phone had ran out of balance. She didn't want to go without informing him but her friend was insisting too much. "Hmn?" he slightly raised his brows when she didn't answer. "Out with my friend... to a restaurant," she answered. "And did you inform me?" "I was about to... but my phone ran out of battery" she mumbled the last part. "Then why didn't you tell by using someone else' phone?" he interrogated She couldn't find any answer to that. Her friend was persisting too much and she wasn't able to think straight so she just go with the flow. "And you didn't even take the security along with you?" he asked again, the slight anger was evident in his voice which made her heart skip a beat. "She felt awkward in my guard's presence," she replied, looking down. She knew she was at fault. He walked towards her
4 months later"Irtazaaaaa!" Zahra called out for him from inside the bathhroom."Yes?" he asked, standing infront the mirror getting ready for the office."Umm....actually..." she said, as if contemplating, blush creeping on her cheeks."Yes senorita?" he said, moving towards the restroom. A slight smirk playing on his lips, well aware why she was calling."Actually...""Yes actually?" he smiled."Bathrobe" she replied in one go, "where's my bathrobe. I didn't take any clothes and I know you've it. Give it to me, Irtaza!" she whined, forwarding her hand out of the door.He immediately took her cold hand in his warm ones, giving a kiss on her hand.She turned red."Irtaza...bathrobe""No" he said, leaning against the wall."Irtaza... give me bathrobe or I'll come out and.... huh" she stopped with a gasp on realising what she just said."Oh if that's the case, then I don't know what a bathrobe is. Come out senorita and tell me" he laughed."G acha. Ap ney keh dia aur mei maan gayi. Kal
"Wh..at?" she suddenly ran out of words. The reality dawning on her. "Yes, Zahra" "So that means they were your men who forced us to leave our home?" Zahra asked. "Yes , but they did not have slightest idea about Mujtaba uncle" said Irtaza, "I never knew that they are harassing my uncle too. My second and third in command usually ensured the paying back of loan." "I-" she was confused. Utterly confused. "And Zahra, you are pregnant. I received your medical reports" Zahra's reflexes as if paralysed. It was thunderclap over a thunderclap. She couldn't come up with anything. "But ..but the pills?" she whispered. "Were expired" replied Irtaza. "I don't know what to say...I need time." she couldn't complete her sentences as she didn't know how. She was super stunned. Irtaza demanded to be discharged by evening to which the staff quitely complied , it was obvious that hospital was funded by Syed group. A weight had been lifted off Zahra's chest but a new worry loaded on her should
She woke up with jolt and breathed heavily. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. She placed her hand on her chest and found her heart, beating rapidly like the wings of a caged bird.The smell of hospital disinfectant invading her nostrils. The room was silent apart from her heavy breathing and a beep beep sound which indicated that she was alive. She glanced around and took in the desolate blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom, grayish linens and unnecessary art hanging around the room.Zahra couldn't recall how she got there but the last few things that she remembered were the warehouse, gunshot and Irtaza's face."Irt.za" spoke Zahra in broken voice. She pulled on the IV line and felt a sharp pain. If anything that murky room was making her was even more nauseous. Irtaza's life mattered more than her health at that moment. She just needed someone to tell her that everything's alright and he was not in danger. Her limbs felt powerless and heavy. With great struggle she dra
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