Roshanay's eyes opened and the first thing she saw was the dark sky. Immediately, the parchness of her throat hit her, fueled by the intense thirst and she sat up, looking around for water. And her eyes fell on the jug and glass on the table. She immediately poured herself a glass and chugged it down the throat. But only one glass was not enough to satiate her and she gulped two more. She instantly felt the coldness of water spreading in her dry throttle, bring her peace. It was then she realized where she was. At Moosa's office.And fear was quick to grasp her heart. She quickly sat up, pushing the comforter. Her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She looked around the room to confirm that he wasn't there. The struck breath partially released upon not finding him there. She thought of leaving the room but that cautious part of her brain told her otherwise. She thought she wasn't suppose to leave until he permits so she waited patiently for him to come and grant her permiss
DARK ROMANCE"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back.Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own.He took one more step and she again backed away."Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck.One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her forlegs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck."You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what
She didn't know nor did she remember how long it had been but she was sure it had been a long time. A long time since she had been dying, every day and every night. Now it was like a normal to her, different men coming and using her as a toy to quench their sexual desires.Every night her uncle would introduce her to a new customer and she would just sigh, waiting for this pain to end. Just like right now, the man who was thrusting inside her wildly was a new customer who came for her today.She didn't know when her life would take a turn? when her life would get better? She didn't know even she would be able to make out of this hell hole.She didn't know anything.Would someone ever marry her and take her out of this brothel?Marriage? Really? And me?She scoffed at her thoughts, who would like to marry a used girl, who would want to marry a prostitute?Was she really this unworthy that no one would want to marry her?She couldn't understand the standard of society.One virginal wall
"Boss, another murder," one of his men said and he looked skeptically at the mark, which was tattoed at the dead man's neck.An eye.He nodded his head and closed the eyes of the dead body, standing up, he smoothened his clothing."Get his funeral done and take his family under our watch," he commanded."Yes boss!" the man replied, his fist colliding with his chest.He looked around his surroundings. They were standing within a forest. He recalled the call he recieved last night and one of his men was begging him to save him but soon he heard the sound a dagger piercing through his body.He closed his brown eyes, taking a deep breath. His patience was thinning and anger was increasing but he needed to take a hold on himself. Things didn't work for him that way.His patience was his key, his power, his stregnth. His anger didn't control him, he controlled his anger. He wasn't a mafia don, ruling the underworld since the tender age of eighteen for nothing. He had all those traits which a
"What about my mother?" she asked worriedly to Yasir."Don't worry. There's a truck outside waiting for us. Your mother is already there,""Are you sure?""Yes, I shifted her there,""Now run from the back door. They are coming. They came to know about our location, its like a golden opportunity for them if they get a handful of girls. So run away, Rosh,""And you.""I'm collecting other girls around here. Now go,""Ok ok. Come fast Aref,""Don't worry,"She gave him a smile and with hurried steps, she was approaching the back door. They were under attack. And she knew who they were.The terrorists.The killers.The tormentors.They were again raising head even when they were brutally crushed by the army years ago. And the point of their birth was once again, the KPK. They needed money to stregnthen themselves and for that they were kidnapping girls to sell them. And a brothel was the best spot for them to get handful of girls. Now, the brothel where she lived was their target and the
Their steps began to retreat back while he kept on pointing his gun towards them."Stop there," he said quietly, his eyes stern but they didn't stop, rather continued their slow steps, backward."Who are you?" he asked, moving forward toward them and they again went back, their eyes widened with horror, though they themselves have a gun but still they looked scared. "And why were you running after this girl?" he questioned, cocking his brow up."She... she ran away,""Who is she to you?""Our... cou..usin. She ran away from... the wedding," the man stuttered. He knew who was standing infront of him. He wasn't an ordinary man. Even their boss would shiver if his name was taken infront of him. He wasn't so nice to his enemies."You're lying," he stated plainly. "We're n..not," "Oh I see.""Ca..n we ta..ke the girl?""Yes,You can take the girl," he said. His voice was quiet and for a moment they didn't believe it, he was letting them go so easily. "Thank you sir," one of them said a
"Oy! Shit! Did you hear everything?" The girl asked her, worriedly and she knew who she was.Alizeh.Roshanay smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry,""Umm...its ok. But please can you do me a favour?" Alizeh asked."Yes sure,""Don't tell it to him." Alizeh told, worry laced her voice"Him?" Roshanay aksed, eyes filled with confusion."My brother Moosa,"Her lips formed an O shape. Nevertheless, she already wasn't going to tell this to him."I won't tell him. Don't worry. Its a secret with me," she said moving into the kitchen. "But can I ask you something?""First promise me again, you wont tell him anything," Alizeh genuinely sounded scared."No I promise. But why are you so afraid of your brother?""You would be too if you saw his anger,"She felt like her heart suddenly stopped. One thing, all over the years she's been through so much pain that now she was literally scared of men. And here his anger being mentioned made her heart drop, apart from that what she judged from his appearance,
"He won't tell anything to us, Shehryaar" Moosa's brown eyes moved towards Shehryaar who stood beside him. They both looked towards the man, tied to the chair. Blood smeared his face all over, his face hardy recognizable."He is of no use to us" Shehryaar's grey eyes moved back at him as he stared back. They both knew the tremors which left the tied man's body.Shehryaar was Moosa's mafia partner and his best friend's Irtaza's only brother. The three of them together controlled the mafia in Pakistan and Iran, dividing the land in three parts."Hmn so you won't tell us anything?" Moosa moved his head back to the beaten man and looked in his eyes in that deadly way. His eyes lethal, shining with danger.He held his chin and moved his head up. The man was breathing heavily as if taking his last breaths, his bloodied eyes moved up towards his tormentor."You're testing my patience, Tahir," he muttered. "Tell me who. do. you. work for?" Moosa stressed, his brows moving up and his hold on