"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
After passing through the lawn, their footsteps halted and they stood in front of a large brawny door that led into the house. Both of them were nervous. Amarra was nervous because if they are rejected from this place they'll probably have no place to live. She was utterly worried for her daughter. And Zahra was nervous because her subconscious kept signaling about something havoc. Moreover, she does not want to let anyone humiliate her mother. She knew her Dada won't accept her mother and let them live here easily. They've to pass through a great ordeal to live here. Ammara's hands reached for the doorknob, she turned it and pushed it inside. The door opened and they both made their way into the house. They were left in awe. A very modernly designed lounge had their mouth hung open. Zahra looked around and she found some boys and girls sitting on the cream-colored sofas, centered in the lounge. All of them chatting and laughing haughtily. And all of them looked from 18 to 25 years i
"I'll be announcing it at the dinner, meanwhile my servant will guide you both to your rooms" He called Ghulam Ali, his servant from the intercom to his study and within minutes he was here leading them outside the study towards their respective rooms, which his master has assigned to them. Zahra kept thinking about the cruelty of his grandfather. She surely saw the glint of sadness in his eyes but then why was he putting up a facade? Why had he humiliated her mother? Moreover, what condition would he want to put up? The door to the study opened but her head was bent down, engrossed in her thoughts when suddenly she smashed into a hard wall. Scowling, she slightly scratched her forehead to lessen the pain. The wall was a bit too hard for her liking. Two sleek black boots came into her sight and her eyes widened. 'It was not a wall. It was...was a man. What??!' She slowly looked upwards and saw a young man standing right in front of her. His height was tall with a well-built body
Tears filled in her fear-stricken eyes. She began to shiver in fear. All the scenes of her harassment begin to run in her mind like a tape. Her mind was chaotic, thinking about what he wanted from her. Somehow, she knew what he was doing here. A voice inside her kept saying that it was all because of the rejection. It's all because you rejected him right on the face in front of everyone but she paid no heed to it because this mere thought was making her tremble. "What do..o yo..u wan..t?" she stammered "Stand up," his voice menacing as he signaled with her gun. She only shook her head violently and clutched the blanket tightly. Her eyes widened. Her heart was beating in her ears and the utter trepidation made her want to throw up. She had no idea what frightened her more than the gun or his mere voice. He sighed and put down his gun, taking a step towards her. She only crawled back on the bed looking at him fearfully. He moved closer and placed his knee on the bed, while Zahra reac
"Now stand up," he said rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his veiny arms. Zahra immediately stood up, fearing he might hit her again. And instantly grabbed her dupatta from the bed, draping it all over to cover herself. "Come with me," he ordered in his deep voice and turned around, heading towards the door. Zahra froze in her place after listening to his words. These three words were enough for her to knock the breath out of her lungs. Her mind flooded with haunting questions. What does he want from me? Where he is taking me? What if he does something to me? Why he is doing all this to me? Is this because of that rejection? When he noticed, Zahra isn't following him, he looked back and saw her standing frozen in her place. Her eyes were widened, she was clutching her dupatta tightly and her breathing was ragged. He slowly approached her and seeing him coming towards her, she stepped back but within two strides he was standing in front of her. "Why aren't you coming?
Both of them were in the car, going back to haveli. Her head was resting against the headrest of the seat and her eyes closed. Her long lashes shadowing her milky cheeks. She looked calm outside, but a chaos was running inside her. Her mind flashed to the horrid memories of just fifteen minutes ago, which her system wasn't digesting. Flashback "Wh..at?" she asked in disbelief. "Yes, senorita. I will fuck you right here right now on this table or we will have our nikkah right here and right now," he said so calmly and coolly as if he was not discussing about their nikkah. She can't believe it. Her brain wasn't accepting the predicament she was currently in. Was he really asking about nikkah? No! I would never let him do anything! "No," she shook her head frantically, "No! you can't do that. No!" she shrieked. His eyes suddenly turned dark. His pupils dilated occupying the grey of his eyes. "Trust me, Zahra. Trust me with this, I can and I will," He spoke with a certainty in his