"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
"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly but she just shivered. Her tongue was tied, unable to utter a word. After what she witnessed him doing, she was sure, she won't be able to utter a word in his dangerous presence.He slashed someone's throat. That too so easily. He was mercilessly stabbng that knife in his body, without any ounce of fear, regret, guilt. He did that as he was possessed. He looked so scary that by his mere sight, she would want to hide."I asked you something," he took a step towards her and she gasped immediately. Her heart wanting to sprout out, pulsating vigorously. She looked back at the door, it was closed. She wanted to run away and then she looked back at him, who now was standing just a few steps away from her. She promptly stepped back, her eyes getting teary within seconds out of fear.What to do when you are in presence of a murderer? "I...I you're....a...k..killer," she stuttered, not able to form a coherent word."What the fuck were you doing her
"What?" she asked, dumbfounded, her eyes widened with surprise and shock.Did she hear him right?What did he mean by that?Was he serious?"What are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled."Didn't you just say, you'll do anything?""But... I," she ran short of words. All surprised and shocked. Not even in her wildest dreams did she expect him to make such a demand."But I didn't know you'd ask me to...to ma...marry you," she completed her sentence as if in a shock. "Then you should have thought before saying that. Now as I told you, stay firm to your words, in this regard, we are getting married tomorrow," he spoke, his dark voice was enough to give no room to further discussion."Are you serious?""Haven't been this much serious,"She just shook her head in denial."I can't marry you," she told him and saw a frown creasing his brow, that sent her beating organ, shivering.But this thought was just too unsettling for her. Marriage.He was literally talking about marriage. Marriage
Whole night, she kept on waking up in between her sleep, her dreaded thoughts taking over her dreams.When the day light spewed through the window, her eye lids disclosed, revealing her amber eyes, which came in contact with the ceiling.Her mind was blank.No thoughts, nothing.But there was that weird feeling in her heart.Her eyes restlessly moved to and fro when the occurings of last night find their way to her brain.That basement.Murder.Moosa.Wedding.Everything came crumbling down on her. She sat up, threading her hands in her locks with worry.She got off of her bed and was about to leave her room when the door handle turned down as someone was opening it from the other side.Dread crawled her senses, thinking it might be Moosa. She hurriedly pulled the door back, when it was half way through opening and turned the lock, not even seeing who was on the other side of door.The door knocked and she took a few steps back, looking at the door as if it was some ghost, her eyes wi
That dreaded night made her stomach clutch with fear. She froze for a second, her mind becoming numb, every sane thought leaving her mind. The voice at the back of her head, repeated his words.That dreaded night.What if.... he wanted to have a claim on her?What if she couldn't stop him?And what if he came to know about everything?No! No! No! This can't happen!Even the possibility of him coming to know about this made her want to just run away. Run away and hide. Hide where no one can find her. No one. Until she dies.Death was a bliss now. She was more than ready to die rather than him coming to know about who she was.But again, it is easy to think rather than to be said.Her shivering hands moved on their own accord and harshly broke his grip on her waist and just ran away, thoughtlessly. Her mind was too numb to react to this. Too numb, that she had no idea how to deal with this situation but the loud beating of her heart in her ears indicated her state of mind.She was terri
PantPantPantShe had ran short of breath. Her lungs were trying their best to fill up as much air as they can but at the speed her legs running, her body could hardly perform both the functions at the same time. She kept on looking back, after every second but found no one. Yet, this didn't let her rest because there was this feeling brewing up in her mind, continuously as if someone was watching her. She was running instinctively, without any conscious reasoning. Though, no one was running after her but still her intuition told her to run.She can't risk anything.Her life was at stake.She remembered going to his mother asking for her help because she was the only option left who could take her out of this mansion and Moosa's clutches. Only she had the power to dodge the security away and protect her from her son, because she was his mother after all. And Roshanay had her own reasons to ask for her help. She had noticed the change of expression on his mother's face when he had an
The tinge of authority, he had delivered while uttering those two words in his baritone voice was enough for her, not to make a protest and she propelled her legs forward and sat beside him."Look at me," he said after a few moments of silence, during which she refused to meet his eyes.After shutting off her dreadful thoughts, her lashes moved up and caught his brown eyes, staring at her as if they had the capability to stare into her soul.He looked as if he was pissed off but again, she couldn't say much about that because every feature of his face was too expressionless. Whatever he felt, he didn't show it on his face.After every two seconds, her eyes would tore off of his brown eyes and gaze at the bed fearfully and then back at him.She was scared of this wooden piece, the bed. She was truly scared of it. The things which were done with her on the bed were indescribable. They were better left unsaid.Moosa noticed that, how her amber eyes would look dreadfully at the bed and th
By evening, she was dressed in a beautiful red bridal dress. Dazzling ornaments adorning her. Her face painted with light make up but that still gave her the exotic look which every bride would want. Her husband-to-be has demanded his bride to look beautiful.Beautiful for him. But her heart was pounding fast against her chest, she was dressed as a bride. A day she never expected in her life to occur. Her heart was restless. Myriads of emotions had succumbed her totally, capturing her soul. Hazing her brain as the clouds would do, she wasn't able to decipher anything.Anticipation.AnxietyFear.The emotions she felt was a combination of these three.She was a bride. Her feelings were so potent and mixed up that she wasn't able to understand that what was she feeling.She was repeatedly trying to calm herself but her heart striked as if it would jump out of her chest any moment. Nothing was working. And her wedding night, the thought alone was making her shake. Only one question was