"I want you to be ready by tonight for me," he demanded, whilst raising his brows.She just fearfully looked at him, not giving a response."Got me?" he raised his brows, stressing at his words. "Yes, yes,"He just nodded her head and disappeared in the walk in closet. She stood there and didn't move an inch. Her brain contemplating to digest the news. Everything was coming in on her. She felt tangled, caught up in a web. Her toes were tightly curled and so was her hands as she stood frozen there. He would kill her, cut her into pieces. Chills were rising on her spine thinking when he would come to know who she actually was. What she had done in the past, she was not only a non-virgin but a prostitute. The thought was buckling her knees. As soon as Moosa came out, he found her struck at the same position where he left her."Roshanay," he called her out that broke her reverie and she looked up at him."J-jee?"(Yes?)"What happened?" he asked, his voice soft."Kuch...kuch nahi," Sh
"We used to live in Iran before," Alizeh told as they both sat on the couch, enjoying the dry fruits."Then why move to Pakistan?" Roshanay pressed her to continue her story. Both of them were in a deep discussion when Roshanay asked Alizeh about her family history."It's all vague and ambiguous in my mind. I don't remember anything distinctively as I was a kid maybe 6 or 7 when we moved to Pakistan but my mother has told me this story," Alizeh made herself comfortable on the large couch and then looked at Roshanay, whose eyes were curiously looking at her. "Our father, Isfahan Khan, along with Irtaza bhai's grandfather, Shabbir Haider Syed were the mafia don of Iran and Pakistan. They both together controlled these two countries and also the nearby areas. But.... my father was killed one day,"Roshanay's mouth hung open, "killed?" she asked in surprise."Yes. Apparently he was killed by one of his closest friends. A bid on his head was made and his closest friend took that bid and be
Her eyes fell on the skin sleeveless sleepwear. Yet it wasn't a sleepwear, it was more like a lingerie. Just a piece of clothe that sized just above the midway of her thighs, leaving only her intimate part covered. To cover her bosoms there was a thin small pad and the dress had no covering elsewhere. The neckline was deep and the clothe was of net.The dress alone was making cold sweats to pop on her forehead.She was analysing the dress when she noticed one more note. She took it out and opened it.'Wear it and wait for me tonight. I'll come at 12,'She immediately folded the note and threw it on the bag before putting the bag away from her as if it was scalding her. Anxiety within her rose so much that she began to walk here and there. One eye on the clock and it was 5 already.She didn't know what to do now. Everything was closing up on her. She wished she had the power to make the time stop.Only one idea popped in her mind to escape from the horrible thoughts wandering in her mi
"M-m..oosa," she released her lips from his grasp before pulling away. She was afraid, things between them would escalate if the kiss continued.She sat back and drifted away from him, creating a distance between them.When her eyes fell on him, her heart almost stopped. She saw his eyes darkening. The twitch in his expressions had her breath hitched as he looked terrifying.Her eyes witnessed his jaw clenching, slightly and his eyes plainly gawking at her. Emotionlessly.Yet she almost stopped breathing when she witnessed anger flashing within his brown eyes for a second.She whimpered, expressing her fear and looked away for a second.She found him closing his eyes as he took a deep breath before opening them."Come closer," he whispered and she quietly nodded.She didn't want to anger him.Moving closer on her knees when she reached near him, he forwarded both his hands, looking up at her.Her lashes fluttered with confusion before he indicated her to take his hands and she silentl
He held her close to him, in his arms as they both sat on the sofa. She had been crying softly and still her small sobs weren't ceasing. Her whole form was shaking with her little hiccups as she was wearing one of his shirts that reached her mid thighs.When he had demanded to know the reasons, she had started to cry and wasn't even stopping yet now her sobs alleviated to tiny hiccups as he waited patiently."What happened, Roshanay?" he asked, tracing her brows with his thumb.Her drenched lashes opened and revealed her amber eyes to him."I'm v-very scared," she muttered at last, "Very scared,""Of what?" His voice was soft.She looked down and scooted away from him so there was space between them. Looking up and down at him with fear in her eyes, she found it hard to utter the words. The words of truth.'That I was a prostitute'These words were at the tip of her tongue but she didn't have enough courage to utter these.Her body, badly beaten and a hole in her head due to the bulle
Days kept on passing and the contact between them kept on minimizing. He didn't come close to her after that night. When he would come to sleep, he would just turn his side and sleep rather than engulfing her in his sturdy arms as he used to.He was aloof.As if he had gone far, far away from her. That made a mist encompass around her.Though he was close to her but his eyes....His eyes were just emotionless.They didn't sparkle the way they did whenever he would come to work and look at her.He would just come, change his clothes, go to his study or either go out and when he would be back, he'd lay in the bed either reading a book or sleep.She would keep on looking at him, keep on waiting for the moment when his eyes would raise and rest on her for more than a second as they used to lay before but he would just give her a glance, occasionally.As if she didn't exist.As if nothing between them existed.He ignored her like she meant nothing to him.As they weren't husband and wife.
Why?The question was, why...Why her heart was beating like a drum.Why she felt her heart breaking into pieces...Why was she feeling the tears accumulating within her eyes.Why his statement was hurting her.Hurting her so much that she was able to feel the pain in her heart.Was he betraying her?She wasn't in love but still it pained her.She was forced in the marriage but still it pained her.She hadn't accepted this marriage but still it pained her.Maybe she had began to....She brushed off the thought.He was cheating on her with Farah.A lone tear escaped her eye as she sat alone in her room. She cleared the tear as soon as it fell.Prostitutes like her had no share on love.Non-virgin unmarried women like her did not deserve to get married.Tainted women like her were only supposed to quench the thirst of the sexual arousals of men.She had been taught this whole life.Her whole life these words were being fed to her.The partial reason she had not and would not accept this
Her mind was trying hard to put two and two together. Her eyes were widened with surprise yet her brain was occupied in connecting the dots and trying to make herself believe that it was him who was standing infront of her.She was stilled at her spot. Her feet has refused to move. All her strengths were occupied in coming out of the shock.The face she had always abhorred. The person whom she had always loathed.He was standing infront of her. Tall, fit and fine. Did not they take him away as well?Then how is he here?"Uncle," she whispered, still in her trance. Her eyes slightly shifted to another man in the room. His green eyes were already fixed at her face.How is he connected with Ayyan?Another question popped up in his mind.Sufyan moved closer towards her and flicked his finger. Ayaan moved and locked the door.She was suddenly on a high alert. Her heart was palpitating in her ears. But still the confusion that had her mind arrested didn't let her think much. "Roshanay,