The cars parked outside the wooden small house in between the woods as the headquarters of Garrett mafia was in a safer place that nobody could think of, but Azhan got to know after few years of struggle. He was yearning for a revenge and he got power after being tortured by them. He acknowledged that dirty game and he excelled in that too. Azhan got down the car as he directly went towards the wooden door and kicked that off. The door flew opened in one kick as Azhan entered followed by his men. Some men were surrounding the headquarter while the other one were with him, alarmed in their positions. They had shield around them and bullet proof jackets clad to their skins. The small of operation of Azhan's mafia were done by his special troop but this time the war was special as it included emotions and quench of revenge. Azhan
Cold and unsympathetic water was coursing down her white milky skin. Dewdrops of shower remained on her skin sparkling in glory, proudly part of her angelic skin when she stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel to hide her sensitive parts. She stood before the mirror encountering herself after so many days. Her eyes were blank of any emotion. No love, no amusement, no guilt just emptiness. Her wet curls were kissing her cheeks and neck as her lips were purple because of that cold water. "Anna." Aliha's voice made her flinch as she hurriedly replied. "Coming." Aliha hardly managed to hear her meek voice. Anna wore her ankle length bathrobe as her clothes were laid on the bed. She forgot to bring them in. She jerked her wet locks thrice as her hairs became straight slightly on either sides of her cheeks. "Ha!" Aliha gasped.
Her fingers were working fast on the keyboard as the window wall beside her table was sparkling with dewdrops of rains that were looking like crystals from far, spreading a soothing sensation across her room. Everything went back to normal. Garrett and Ibrahim were dead as after funeral Haroon went with Zoha to Germany. Aliha and Dayan also went back towards their respective college and schools. Azhan and Anna were alone again in the mansion but that wasn't scary anymore. That fact that he loved her and she knew the intensity of it nothing now scared her but Azhan was still not talking to her. She knew she did a terrible mistake by not trusting him but all she knew was his love and that he wasn't angry on her anymore. He was just teasing her and she would answer back that teasing. Like he was doing since few days as whenever
"Let's go home?" It was night as she was working in her office room when Azhan came with his black coat resting on his arm. Anna looked up at him who was leaning against the door frame looking at her with intense emotions. Anna could sense he had these emotions after he confessed his feelings for her. It was like he had stopped lying to himself and now was just waiting for her. "I have work." Anna after sparing him a glance started typing on the laptop. Azhan stood their dumbfounded for a second as he should be the one showing attitude because he was upset with him but no this girl always did that included irking his nerves. "And I am your boss who is ordering you to go home." Azhan said coming inside the room few steps with his hands inside his pockets.
A throbbing pain in her head was the first thing she sensed after opening her eyes to find darkness. She comprehend for a second what was happening as she realized she was blindfolded with a piece of clothe. Her hands were free as she could feel there was no one around her. She slightly raised her hand to remove the blindfold as her trembling hands caught the black piece of clothe to toss them away. She was lying on the comfy bed with white sheets and feathery pillows beneath her head. The room was a contrast of white and golden in addition to the royal golden and glass furniture. It was looking like a hotel suite. She get down from the bed removing the sheets from her form as her batr foot landed on the polished white tiles floor. Everything there was showing how expensive the room was. She got up on her legs only to look at her in the mirror opposite to the left edge of the bed. She was still in her bla
Curtains were swaying with the gushes of the cozzy wind coming across the room to hit with Anna's naked chest. The smell of olive was also in that wind screaming richness of love and literature. This city was indeed the the city of love. She squirmed making Azhan lying on her stomach to stir in his place. She groaned as she opened her eyes to find Azhan's head against the skin of her stomach. She glided down fingers inside his messed up thick locks that were in that condition because of her. She liked his thick hairs but not more than his grey eyes. His eyes were the most intimidating one she had ever seen. She tried to remove his grip around her waist but to no gain as his hold tightened. It was the first time she was in his arms while waking up in such heavenly morning.
The sun was shining on its peak making the sunflowers to worship it. It's sun rays were also passing through the corridor having glass wall. It was the top most floor of the Wali Enterprises where we could see Anna exiting the lift. She was wearing white frock reaching her mid thighs as her milky white foot were fitted into the black high heels that Haroon sent him from Germany. Haroon never forgot to explain hee Zoha's condition. She wasn't doing better as there wasn't any improvement in her condition that made all of them anxious especially Haroon. That's why he handed over his business to Azhan because he couldn't give it much time with his entangled brain and hear
His life was dark and silent. Silent like the silence in a cave. He was like a ruthless monster who just know how to make people's lives hell.But he can't destroy her can he? He never saw sparkling dawn in his life.Will he be able to realize the importance of light in life. He was a monster for a reason who spend most of his life in a cave. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was a glimpse of a sparkling dawn.Her life was a sweet petal of flower delicate and beautiful but with no thorns. She never saw darkness in her life or will she? After all someone can never understand the importance of a sparkling dawn until he experiences the darkness of life. FATIMA'S POV: Thank God.I reached the bus on time otherwise it would be missed. I sat on my usual seat on the bus. I tilt my head on the window. There were tiny droplets of water because of the rain. It's an evening of November so it's a little chill. The sky was unusual pink and crimson like it is blushing or boiling