Hamza woke up as the harsh rays of sunlight fell straight on his face. Why the hell did he forget to draw the curtains last night? The room was icy cold as he liked it that way thanks to the air-conditioner. He lay on his front grabbing a pillow and putting it under his face. He didn't feel like getting out of the bed just to draw the blinds.He checked the time on his phone and it was afternoon. He got back home when the hues of early dawn surrounded the sky. He went through his emails and finally got up to get ready for the day.After a shower, he wore his suit and left his room. He didn't feel like eating as he went to check on Hafsa but she wasn't in her room. Akram informed him that she was with ma'am Batool so Hamza went to meet his mom.Hafsa sat on the bed beside Batool. "Hamza beta (son) come," Batool called him and Hafsa stood up to leave but Hamza blocked her way."I'll be back home early, do you need something? You can do online shopping-" He was saying when she cut him of

She was shunned to silence by his words. To watch her dance? "W...what?" She asked, muddled as her eyes glanced at the heavy anklets that were placed on her small dressing table."Yes," He said casually while putting his gun back but she was on the edge with each passing second."I..I.. will not dance for you," She said confidently and his brows furrowed.Men were the hunter of visuals. If she danced for him there were high chances he would think of doing something forbidden to her and as he had bought her, he could easily take what he wants.He faced her as his eyes met her warm hues. "Why?" His voice came out more callous than he intended to sound. She didn't flinch though. She dropped her gaze to the floor and stood up, being defiant."I will not dance for you," She said curtly and his jaw clenched in anger as some sort of fury coursed through his veins.He got off the chair and pushed it away rather roughly as he took a step toward her but she didn't back off."Mind telling, why w

It would've been a lot easier if she was willing to take his help. He didn't have to buy her like that every night. But then again if he had helped her she would've preferred going to a friend or precisely living alone on the streets. She didn't trust him one bit. He wanted her to be willing to take his help and stay in a safe place. It seemed now she had finally decided to accept his help.He didn't know what he was supposed to say to her. Should he tell her about Salaar and Shiza but then will she live with them knowing because of them she was blamed and held captive? It was better to not tell her about this.Hooriya sat on the passenger seat stiffly. Her heart was thumping in her ears. This was the third time she was with him in the car and it was as scary as the first time. Her heart trembled in her chest when she recalled how they were about to die, the car moving in circles, and then how he forcefully kissed her. Chills ran down her spine as she recalled it. Her body on its own

Hooriya padded into the kitchen hesitantly. She woke up early in the morning. Had a shower and changed her clothes. Last night she slept very late. Her mind was thinking of so many things before she finally scummed to darkness.Shiza was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Noticing eyes on her, she turned around to find Hooriya standing in the doorway."Did you sleep well?" Shiza asked as she cut the fruits. "Yes, thank you," Hooriya said as she ambled up to Shiza. "There's no need to thank me," Shiza smiled at her."I want to help," Hooriya said hopefully and Shiza was about to deny but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, she agreed. "Here," Shiza moved aside and Hooriya washed her hands before she took her place in cutting the fruits. "How many parathas for you?" Shiza asked and Hooriya looked at her a little stunned. "One please," Hooriya replied. Her heart warmed up. Just last night she thought about cooking with Shiza and here she was. "Wese (well), how old are you?" Shi

He stood there watching her in silence. His body reacted on its own, before he could comprehend he was walking toward her.He stood right behind her, so close that he could inhale her rosy scent. His eyes lingered on the nape of her neck. Her skin was flawless.He didn't realize when he placed his hand on the counter and then in the blink of an eye she let out a shrill scream that pierced through his eardrums causing him to stumble a step back as he pressed his ear lightly to cause less damage.Hooriya swirled around while screaming at the top of her lungs when she found him standing there with wide shocked eyes. She abruptly shut her mouth and swallowed down the rest of her scream.She opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she had just come face to face with a heart attack.She abruptly turned around and strutted towards the sink. She opened the faucet and washed her hands hurriedly before drying it with a dishcloth.It was just him.