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 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

Her headache was now increased tenfold, her every brain cell hurt, her eyes hurt and she didn't want to go back to kitchen, more like she didn't want to encounter him again. He was a maestro in making her heart to beat run a mile a minute. "Ah" she suddenly moaned, her headaches were always severe and now she didn't has enough energy to stand up and make coffee for herself, neither she wanted to bother a maid to make it for her, it was so early in the morning. They might not have woken up. She opened her eyes and tried to divert her attention somewhere so atleast for some time she could not feel the headache. She looked around and observed the room which was in an apple pie order. Everything at its place. The room was very spacious, big enough than her previous one but these luxuries didn't matter to her at all and this thought still bothered her alot that why Irtaza changed her room and why he is being lenient with her? His soft attitude rose many questions in her mind to which she

His jaw was clenched, one of his hand forming a fist and his lips formed a thin line. He couldn't digest the fact that Daniyal held her hand. It enraged him suddenly. She immediately stood up from the chair and begin to back away, her hands on her mouth. "I...I'm sorry" she uttered backing away. "Get back to the table Zahra" his voice a bit coarse. "No!" she shrieked, "don't hu..rt me ple..ase, Irtaza. You'll pun..ish me again" Her words suddenly hit him, deep. Again that feeling surfaced up that she didn't trust him. And the fact that it was the first time she took his name, almost the first time, it brought a contentment to his heart. This thought was enough to cool down his rage. His anger begin to detoriorate and he took a deep breath to calm himself. After a minute or two, he stood up and she shrieked, backing away to the wall. With two strides, he was infront of her. He rose his hand which made her close her eyes, ready to recieve that hit but it never came. Rather it was a

She was in his office, sitting at the sofa while he was indulged in his laptop, extremely attentive to whatever the work he was doing. In the morning, after the breakfast, he had told her to get ready as he would be taking her somewhere. She was confused and asked him about the place but he denied, replying, 'you'll know'. In the car, he suddenly recalled that Moosa was coming to meet him today at his office so he had to turn the car towards his office, taking Zahra with him. At the office, he had called a surprised meeting of the head of all departments and Zahra had noticed the change in his posture when he addressed her and when he addressed others. He looked so dominant and menacing while presiding over the meeting and she could feel the atmosphere getting thick whenever any mistake was pointed out by him. They all were acting like scared rabbits by his single glare. Just one single glare and there heart had almost forgotten how to beat for a moment They all were so intimidated by