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
His lips slowly moved against hers, the soft sound of kissing reverberating in the silent atmosphere. He pulled back, brushing the surface of his lips with hers, feeling their crackiness. He was going slow and soft, unlike other times. And then suppressed her lips again by putting his on hers. Her lips getting moulded. There mouth's getting connected. The moment was slow, blissful, like heaven for him. There eyes closed as they both felt the heat and intensity of the moment, encompassing them when he slowly pulled back again, the skin of her soft dry lips still attached with his at some spots before he completely pulled back and her lips completely detached from his as he plopped his weight on his elbows. He looked into her fear-filled eyes, anticipation clouding them. She felt her throat getting clogged with the fear. Her heart pacing fast at an unusual speed. "Calm down, senorita" he whispered, sensing her fear and nuzzled into her soft neck, his beard caressing her neck, "Relax
His eyes stared at hers, he was left bewildered. It was the first time in his life he was this confused. Words refuse to some out of his mouth. Her words hit her straight in his heart. He observed the emotions floating in her brown eyes. Fear. Anticipation. Anxiety. Lack of trust. These emotions danced in her eyes. He deduced it, she didn't trust him, she didn't want to be with him. Her words contrasted with her eyes. She meant when she said, she didn't feel safe around him. And why would she? After what he has done to him, no one would. He still denied it, shifting his stare from her one iris to the other, his eyes moving between her eyes. And he felt disturbed. Her brown orbs depicted her nervousness not her comfortability around him. This immediately caused a pang in his heart, he felt his heart beat getting escalated, his throat getting constricted. What was that feeling? He closed his grey eyes taking in a deep breath, as he was not able to stand that mistrust towards
"Was that fucktard able to shoot her or Irtaza?" Khurram osmani asked him on the phone. "No, he failed." the man told. "Bastard. How's that possible!" "Irtaza reached there on time and shot him before he could shot Zahra" "What's the damn situation?!" "The other two are now shifted to the warehouse near the airport." "Can you do the same fucking thing with Shoaib now?" "No, that warehouse is heavily secured, the number of guards has increased and CCTV cameras are fitted their. Its not possible. Irtaza is being more vigilant now, its not easy to outwit him" "I fucking now. He is so damn fucking clever. I don't know. I want him dead somehow. This consignment shipping has to cease, you listen me, otherwise we all will be doomed with the amount of power he'll get from the Russians and the Irish's" "He is coming to Dir by the end of this week, you can finish him then" "Ah, what a piece of news. Why you didn't tell me this before, fucktard?!" Khurram cussed again, one of his habit