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
Shoaib was sitting on the bench in the hospital, outside the room where his sister, Nayab was getting treatment. The fact, 'as you sow so shall you reap' became a reality for him today and he has nothing in his hands other than regret and guilt. Daniyal has been missing, for two weeks, there wasn't any sign of him. Last time when he left the home, he informed everyone that he has some important work to do as he is going out of station but Shoaib knew that he is going to the haveli. But after that day, Daniyal never came back, also when he saw the pictures of the wedding of famous business tycoon Irtaza Haider Syed with her cousin Zahra Mujtaba Syed, fluctuating on the media, he inferred that something had happened to Daniyal and he was not able to run along with Zahra but he couldn't decipher it. He tried and tried but he couldn't find Daniyal. His sister, Nayab was raped. She had been hospitalised since a week, her condition was serious. The fact, 'as you sow so shall you reap'
"You did not fine me worthy enough to tell me that my brother has forced you into this marriage." Dua snapped. "Also I didn't expect that from you that you can stoop so low, just to gain your lover by your side you played with my brother's emotion. Only for once, just for once if you had discussed the whole matter with me I had helped you in every possible way to get out of this forced marriage Zahra but what you did? What you did Zahra? What the fuck you did? Keeping my brother's action aside, how can you do that to someone, leave this thing that he is my brother. How can you do that to anyone Zahra? I considered you a very nice girl inside out, with a pure heart but my assumptions about you were certainly wrong. I didn't want to be closer to a girl who plays with other emotions, who find it so easy to crush someone's feelings only to get what she wants." Dua ranted and Zahra just looked at her with wide teary eyes. Her words were hitting her heart like a dagger. "And you know Zahr
"Zahra" said Daniyal and Shoaib in unison. It was then she realised that the man who looked brutally beaten and was made to sit adjacent to Shoaib was the man who was once her everything, Daniyal .Sitting next to him was Asim, the man she hated with a burning Passion of thousand suns, who skillfully and strategically had destroyed her world , her Baba Jaan. What a thunderclap? Her mind was inundated with multiple questions. Why are they here? Why did he bring her here? Irtaza knows now? If not then she doesn't know how to face and tell him that she was betrayed by her beloved just like him. Her throat choked with emotions. But before any dialogues could be exchanged Irtaza spoke up breaking her trance, "I've investigated deep into the matter about your father's death. As I gave you my word, I won't let your father homicide live in peace so here we are today. Your aunt's family, Daniyal itself, and Shoaib were the one who had puppetted that Asim in front your father. Your uncle Waq
"Shift Asim and Shoaib. Call a car from the company I can't drive yet and ask your men to clean the mess over here." Irtaza continued to bark orders at Amman who simply obliged. Asim's and Shaoib's fate would be decided by Zahra later on. He had sensed already that something fishy was going on. And Khurram Osmani's call at that moment gave way to his suspicion. His futile talk, only just mere threats were signalling his mind that he's just trying to buy some time. But for what? When his mind recalled something odd he noticed in the warehouse. He was a man who observe each and every detail around him. Each and Every. That was why it was never easy to outwit him. One of his traits, that made him the notorious and perspicacious mafia boss. And using his insight, the one odd thing which he observed was that Asim and Shoaib were tied with the metal chains while Daniyal was tied with ropes. That too thin ropes. It had bothered him, but he decided to address it to Amman later and when he g
His arm pulling her closer as she grabbed his shirt and began to cry, hard. Her tears wetting his shirt. She was dead sure if Irtaza hadn't reached there in time, then she would have shot him, straight in his heart. Defending herself from him was never the case. She wanted to kill him. And this mere thought was so uncomfortable and disturbing for her that she wanted to take someone's life. Let it be her enemy. Her morals were totally against this. Taking someone's life, she had never thought about it, not even in her wildest dreams. "Shhhh, my love" Irtaza cooed her, caressing her hair. "Shh, my Zahra" he whispered, his hand feeling the softness of her hair, "stop crying" he whispered as with his fingers he ordered his men to take away Daniyal's corpse away while Zahra faced the other side. If he hadn't reached in time then Zahra might had killed Daniyal. The determined look in her eyes told him all. He knew, if she had killed him their then her whole life, she would have never bee