He stared directly in her irises. They were fear filled, anticipation clouding them, she could feel her breathing getting ragged just like last night. Her face still also held the same innocence, the only reason for which he had fallen for her, beauty was just a plus point. He wondered is she really that innocent? He was confused whether to believe his heart or mind. His mind wanted to punish her but his heart wanted to cherish her, love her. There was a clash inside him, but he couldn't bring it in himself to trust her again. If he had received betrayal once from a person, he can never trust that person again no matter how guilty he becomes later of his crime. Betrayal was the ultimate crime to him. He can forgive anything but betrayal. The worst punishment in his mafia is of a traitor and here he is in love with that traitor. He still loved her, despite everything she had done to him, his heart could not hate her but he can't trust her again. Yet according to him, she deserves pu
"Did you take the pills?" he asked, distracting her chain of thoughts. "Yes. I did." "Hmm" "Ca..n I as..sk-" she stuttered but he cuts in. "Stop stuttering. And get to the point." "Are we going to ha...veli?" she asked, breathlessly scared of his reaction. "No" he replied and her head hung low. The only spark of hope was lost too. They were not going to haveli. Silence. No words were exchanged after that. A few minutes later, they reached a mansion, the guards opened the door, already knowing whose car it is. They let the car in and they both got out, he handed the key to chauffeur to park the car in garage. He held her hand and walked inside the mansion, it was quite huge and opulent. As soon as they entered inside, her eyes met Moosa's and a sudden happiness spark in them. He seemed a decent guy to him. She was so thankful to him for last night, atleast he tried to save her from him. "Assalam alaikum. How are you bhabhi?" Moosa greeted, making her uncomfortable with what h
They both were now in the car driving back to his mansion, she was awake now. A sudden sadness settled inside her on thinking that she has to go back to that hell. Even its been just a day there that place was being more than hell to her. Her deepest fear has came true. She is all alone, with no one to help her there. "Remember what I had told you last night?" Irtaza asked grabbing her attention. She blinked several times, trying to find the purpose behind his words. Minutes passed but she was confused, what she should answer? "Hmn Zahra? Do you remember?" he asked again, urging her to answer, while taking a turn to left. His eyes fixed on the road. "Yes, I rem...ember" she replied, her voice meek. "Then repeat what I had said" "You said th..at I'm not allow...ed to do any...th..ing with...out yo...ur per...mission." she stuttered, her heart beating fast as if it will pop out of her chest any moment. Worst scenarios begin to accumulate in her mind. "Good so what were you saying
The bright sun rays illuminated her face. Its sharp light brightened her closed eye lids waking her up from sleep. Her eyes opened slowly and she woke up. She yawned and sat up, streching her arms. She got out of the blanket, whilst yawning, her brain still not recovered from the sleep. She moved towards the washroom when a jingling sound entered her ears, she took two to three steps more when a sudden tug on her ankle stopped her in middle of the room. Her half opened eyes moved downwards towards her ankle and she saw her ankle tied in chain and. That was then every memory from last night hit her like a truck. Everything from the start, from that horrible night to last night flashed in her brain and her eyes opened widely as reality hit her. She was in his mansion, in his house. And this chain, he had locked her foot, last night. What? Tears brimmed in her eyes. She was chained like an animal. She was caged. Caged by him. She moved towards the bed and sat on it. She looked to
She moved towards his room, her heart thumping fast in her chest. The maid had came in after he hung up the call and opened the lock, accompanying her to his room. She was afraid for the reason he called her. Anticipation enveloped her mind making her breathing fast. On reaching his room, she knocked on the door and heard a coarse 'come in' from inside. She slowly entered inside the door creating a creaking sound and found him sitting on the sofa. Her eyes met the glass of wine on the table which told her he has been drinking. "Come here" he said, patting on the sofa, telling her to sit by his side. She gulped. Her eyes were widened as she moved towards there and sat next to him. "I want to show you something" he announced, his voice cold. Something had pissed him off, she could feel it. He took the phone from the table and played a video, showing it to her. And her eyes protruded out when they fell on the video playing infront of her. Her breath hitched. What? "Daniyal" she w
On reaching there, she found her lying on the floor, fainted. She was trying to go for the door, her hair disheveled. He moved towards her and squatted down. Her face was tear streaked. "Fuck" he cussed and screamed for the maids which abruptly came in. He demanded the key of the chain from them and after getting it he unlocked her ankle, carrying her in his arms towards his room. Placing her on the bed, he called a servant. "Where the fuck is the doctor?" he demanded. "Sorry sir, he has taken a leave today" he replied, his head bowing down. "Get the fucking car out right now!" he instructed and then carried her in his arms, towards the car, laid her down on the back seat and got it into the car as the driver drove it towards the hospital. The sky was roaring and it was raining heavily. Her head was in his lap. He analysed her face, her body was cold, her lips were cracky. She saw slight red bruises on her ankle due to the chain when his eyes fell on her hands and he took them
"How do you know Haseeb?" Suddenly, the sharp striking dominant voice resonated in the dining room and everyone's eyes snapped towards, him, Shehryaar, who was standing by the door, a girl standing beside him. There questioning eyes landed on the girl and his questioning eyes landed on Haseeb. They all were appalled. Her big grey eyes, slender nose, pink lips, snow white skin and her pitch black hair. They all looked too similar to Jahan ara, his late mother. 'How can you do this to me?' she thought. "Who is this beautiful girl Shehryaar?" his grandmother asked. "She is Sheharzaad, my fiance to be" he announced, answering to there questioning glares. "Assalam alaikum" she greeted everyone and they replied. "Come daughter sit" she said and after that they settled on their chairs, Sheharzaad next to Shehryaar and Zahra next to Irtaza while the seat next to Moosa was empty. "I will take an interview of you both but first start eating." Her grandmother announced, curious to know w
They both rushed towards the hospital. Her legs shivering, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she moved towards the room where she was admitted. Her family gathered outside the door, surrounding the doctor. Zahra rushed towards the doctor, grabbing his attention. "What's the condition of my mother? Is she fine now?" "She had been through a shock and her body couldn't bear the stress due to which her glucose and blood pressure lowed causing a nervous breakdown" the Doctor informed. "What?" she whispered, her eyes widening. "When she will be conscious again?" Her uncle asked. "Anytime soon but it totally depends upon the stress. Pray that she gets conscious soon otherwise we would have to connect food pipes to provide her nutrients. The more her consciousness delays, the more will be the threat to her life." he apprised when the nurse called him over as he went to attend an emergency case. Her grandmother, her uncle, Asma and Saif were their while the rest of people in the