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
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
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
As mentioned earlier, Haseeb took Dua back to Pakistan. The whole family was surprised to find the couple there. Her father had stopped everyone from asking any questions from Dua and let her relax so no one pressed her. He did not yet disclose about their nikkah to the family. He was just finding the right time. The right time that would come after knowing the reason behind his grandfather's hand in Dua's escape. Dua did not tell him anything, and he did not press her further as well. He had a hunch that there was something going on. Something heinous which had been kept from the whole family. The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he got. So he stood up and decided to confront Dua on his own again. The haveli was drowning in silence as the night had sprawled in the sky. Haseeb advanced towards Dua's room. Slowly, he turned the handle and entered and found her laying on the bed, turned to her left. Her eyes glimmering under the moon ight. Quiet yet conveyed her emotions.
TWO MONTHS LATERThe truth has revealed its cards now. Everything was open and visible to everyone. They knew what happened with Jaha Ara. What Shabbir did. What Agha did. Who was the culprit. And who was the victim. Agha was dead. Haider was dead. Nayab was dead. A month has passed since the demise of Haider. The last time he was found conscious was at the grave of Jaha Ara. They did not know what his last words were but only that woman who rested six feet down the ground. Haider has died of a weak heart. His heart became further weak when he had come to know about the truth of Jaha Ara and when he had realized that Jaha Ara had loved him. At the hospital, near his deathbed had stood there Nayab who had disconnected the ventilator, depriving his unconscious state from oxygen. Nayab was a nurse at the hospital where Haider was admitted. She had always considered Irtaza the reason for what has happened with her family and to avenge on her dead family, she decided to take Ha
"Baba uthain na baba! apni ankhein tw kholain!!" she cried wholeheartedly in front of the lying corpse. (Papa wake up! open your eyes!!) "Amma dekhain na!! baba ko jagayein!! baba uth jayein gey! Please wake him up," she turned towards her mother who looked almost lifeless showing her state of stupor. (Mama look at him!! wake him up!! he will wake up) "BABA!! MERAY BABA!! MJEY AKELAY NA CHORAIN! MEIN AP K BEGHAIR KIA KRU GI??" Her eyes were red and her whole form was shaking with her sobs. (Papa, my papa, don't leave me alone. What I'll do without you?) The whole room was filled with her desperate pleas and cries. Last night, she had dinner with her father and in the morning he was no more. He died due to a heart attack, The reason for his heart attack was the constant stress and hypertension which increased the blood pressure and eventually myocardial infarction. "It's time for the janaza" her cousin, Daniyal spoke from behind which made her cling to his father's dead body like
People walked past him with their gazes held down and meekly greeting him. He only gave a curt nod to them and continued walking towards his personal lift. His domineering aura had them go past him fast as they could and try their best, not to match his eyes. Their heartbeat got erratic in his presence and they walk with their blood-pumping organ almost jumping into their throats. Nobody knew whose last day could it be at their work, their small mistake could lead them to a level of humiliation they never knew ever existed. After all, their CEO had his hawk-like calculative eyes on everyone but you would never know he is observing you. He got to his lift and hit the top floor button, where his office resides. On reaching there, he saw his second in command, Yawar, standing in front of his office door, delved into conversation with someone, unaware of the fact that he also stood there. He went for his office door and walk past them. On noticing his boss has reached, Yawar immediately
Here she stood again yet this time not with her husband but with her only daughter. She never in a million years thought that one day she'll have to return to the same place which abandoned her husband only because of marrying her. Flashback "Mujtaba, I am nervous, I don't think your father will accept me" Both of them stood outside the haveli gates, ready to enter before she stated her assumption. "I am with you Ammara, I am with you, You need not worry yourself" He assured her. "But.. he asked you not to marry me, Why would he accept me now?" "Ammara you are a very virtuous and upright woman. He does not know you yet but when he would recognize the real you, he will accept you." he held her hand and lightly caressed it to relieve her. "Now come on, we should go inside," They moved towards the haveli gates, the large gates opened and let them in. She looked around to analyze the haveli and her mouth hung open. The haveli certainly was so lavish. She never had been to such a be