Almost a week or more passed since that traumatic experience, that had created a deep impact on her mind, leaving her unnerving. That too, all the time.'You'll work for me'His threat ringed in her ears on and on.'You'll keep an eye on Moosa all the time,'Her heart skipped a beat on reminiscing his words.'Report him to me. And if you didn't or tried to tell him anything, then I'll make sure that your death is written by his hands''How? You can't do anything,' she recalled her small protest of challenge.'I'll show him your videos. Yes, your videos.''I'll tell him that I was forced,''Go on then. But mark my words. You bear his name now and he won't kill you. Neither he would divorce you. And he can't keep a prostitute as his wife. It's not like he loves you deeply and is truly committed to you. I know in which circumstances this marriage took place. You mean not even a single fuck to him. And that's how, upon knowing the truth, he would make you his slave. A slave in all aspects
Sleeping, she didn't notice when the door got opened and he came in. As soon as he entered, his eyes landed in her angelic face. She was looking beautiful while sleeping and unknowingly, a small smile crept on his lips. Shutting the door behind him, he walked towards her slowly so she won't wake up due to his heavy footsteps. Moosa stood infront her and closely analysed her face. Sometimes, he himself wasn't able to comprehend why she would resemble Nur so much?Those were the moments, when he would always want to look at her. His eyes would be struck at her face for hours and hours because she would resemble Nur so much. Just like now, her nose and her closed eyes looked as if she was sleeping here instead of her. His days and nights at his work were spent just thinking about her. The first time he saw her, the first time he held her in his arms, the first time their eyes met. About all these scenarios, there was something astoundal. It had been minimal time with her but he couldn
The next morning she woke up on her side of the bed and found his place empty. On the cue, she heard shower running at the back that meant he hadn't gone to the office yet as he was taking a shower. Most of the time, whenever she would wake up, she would find the room empty yet full of his scent. Despite being married they would have minimal talk rather she would hesitate talking to him and often she would find his eyes on her as if she was observing her keenly and enjoying it. But what he said last night had left her in a dilemma. Was he beginning to love her?Love is a thing that was not supposed to be done with a woman like her. She thought it must be a mere attraction because she was sure after coming to know about her past he would hate her. She would suddenly become untouchable and filthy for him. And as Ayyan said, he would punish her badly.The word punishment alone froze her heart. Her mind recalled the scene when he was stabbing the dagger mercilessly into that man's chest.
"A..ayaan?" She asked surprisedly. Small tremors leaving her form."Yes, how do you know him?""I don't know any Ayyan," she abruptly said stepping back from him.He cocked his brow at her, "Don't lie,""Please, I really don't know any Ayyan,""But I saw him coming out of this room,"Her face turned yellow but she immediately drunk in the fear. She needed to remain steadfast."What are you trying to say?" She contended."You know him or not?" He reiterated, ignoring the sharp turn her tone had grasped."Dekhain," she rose her shaking finger and pointed it towards him, "aap....ap meray kirdaar pey ungli utha rhain hein,"(You are doubting my character)Moosa squinted his eyes while looking towards her and then gave her a nod."Come here," he demanded and she froze for a second before coming towards him.As she stood near him, he widened his arms and engulfed her in a hug. His fingers hurriedly moved and pushed her hair aside before placing his face in her neck, giving a sloppy kiss the
"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
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
Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread.The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him.She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest.Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully.She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning.Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second.Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them.She was visibly shaking."Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call.And then she knew, she was now center of his
Horror etched on Roshanay's face as she turned towards the crowd who stood at the door. Next, she climbed up the bed and reached for the door so she could run away. She didn't round the bed to reach the other side since Moosa was standing there in the center. "One step out of this room, Roshanay, and you'll see a fate worst than this dead man," Moosa said, without looking back at her. This ceased her movements immediately and she stopped. She saw everyone leave. Every maid. Every servant. Not even one stopped to help her and she stood helplessly near the frame of the door. Farah left as well. But when his mother was about to leave, Roshanay held her dupatta, glancing at her with pleading eyes. "Please... save me...s-s-s-ave m-m-me... I am...am innocent," she was hiccupping but in a low voice. Her eyes full of tears. "Mother, you're still here?" Moosa turned towards them, "please close the door once you leave," he said and Afsheen passed a sympathetic glance to her before leaving
Roshanay was in her room when a maid entered to serve her the dinner when she asked the maid, "what is this noise outside?" "This doesn't concern you," the maid's response was dry. The servants have begun to treat her differently after the truth of her past was revealed. And she knew it was Farah who spread her. She now practically controlled the house. All the servants and maid bowed to her. "Tell me or I will complain to Moosa," At this, the maid laughed. "Madam don't try to act like a respectable women. Or don't act as if you are the wife of the owner of this house. Also, Sir Moosa is getting engaged with Ms. Farah. That is why the noise," The ground slipped beneath her feet. "What?" She whispered to herself as the maid left. Grabbing her dupatta, she stood up and stepped out. Though, the door wasn't allowed to be locked after her claustrophobic episode but he forbade her from going out of the room. She went towards the lounge where the noise came from and was surprised to se
The next morning, Afsheen woke up and found Farah sleeping beside her. Farah has shifted to her room after Alizeh's kidnap to mentally and emotionally support her. Afsheen really appreciated Farah's efforts towards her. A smile came on her lips as she caressed Farah's hair. All her efforts in the previous days proved Afsheen that how much Farah loved her. And all Afsheen wanted was to equally love her back. The day after Roshanay's truth was revealed to them, Farah has told Afsheen about the love she had always carried for Moosa and then placed her request infront of Afsheen- helping her in marrying Moosa and in the divorce of Moosa and Roshanay. Afsheen had told her that it was Moosa's decision to take but then Farah countered arguement of Roshanay being manipulative and would pull Moosa back again in her charms and there were chances he might end up forgiving her. Slowly, without even realizing, Afsheen began to dance on Farah's tunes. Farah has completely manipulated her. Sh
His eyes struggled to open but with great difficulty, he atlast opened them. A wave of headache was quick to course through his head, making him close his eyes again. He croaked slightly, trying to sit up but he felt someone's hand around his chest. This made him open his eyes and he tried to get back to his senses. He was shirtless. Only in his boxers.Farah's clothes were lying on the floor and she was lying beside him. Sleeping.She was wearing his shirt. Only. Her legs bare were entwined with his.His eyes fell on the bottles of wine lying on the floor. All empty.Then he saw trails of hickeys on Farah's neck. Her scent on him.And he was shocked to the core.He tried to recall but his mind was blank. Rather it was smarting with pain making him unable to recall anything."Farah! Wake up!" he jolted her shoulder and she immediately woke up with a jerk."Moosa? What happened?" she asked, sitting up.Their position was too intimate."What happened last night, Farah?" Moosa sat up, r
Roshanay quickly stepped back to the room where she just entered from. And before he could do anything, she closed the door and locked the room. After she has fainted that day, Moosa didn't keep the door of her room locked but strictly forbade her from stepping out. She had almost died that day since the room where she was kept was out of electricity for about a week. And because of the heat and the utter darkness that consumed the room, day and night, she began to have hallucinations. And that evening, those hallucinations got intense and she felt as if she was seeing things. Once she got to know that the door of her room was not locked now, she had decided to began her hunt and search for the room where her mother was. She was so desperate to meet her mother. She just wanted a big warm bear hug from her now. Because only her presence could eliminate all her worries. She was just doing now and since it was 2 in the morning, she expected everyone to be asleep but she was surprised t
A week elapsed. A lot changed for Moosa.But nothing changed for Roshanay.While Farah reveled in her success. Farah came to know about the truth related to Roshanay's past, the day that security guard harassed Roshanay in the kitchen. She was standing out of the kitchen when she heard him threaten Roshanay. Farah was aware, if she would go straight up to Moosa and confess, he might not believe her or Roshanay could come up with another lie which will put her in a difficult position infront of Moosa. So she waited. Waited for the right time to strike. And the right time came when she got to know about Malik bringing Roshanay's mother back to Moosa. She devised the plan. Carefully. Waiting for the right moment to strike. She wanted Moosa to listen the word from the tongue of his dear wife's mother. And that's what exactly happened. After Alizeh's kidnap, her aunt had become so emotionally dependent on her. And she used this emotional dependency to exploit her. Her aunt was smitte
It was 4 in the morning when Roshanay's eyes fluttered opened. Her eyes connected with the ceiling. A dimly lit bulb was turned on and she realized she was not in her room.An instant pain bubbled up from her lips. She rubbed her tongue on her lips. They were dry and cracky with a metallic taste. She sat up on her bed to observe her surroundings. She had seen this room before since she stayed here when she first came in this mansion. Her gaze went to Moosa who was offering his prayers. She waited for him to be done with his prayer so she could request him again to allow her to meet her mother. He can punish her, brutally punish her for all she cared now. All she wanted in this moment to somehow hear these words, 'you can meet your mother' from his lips.Her eyes were aching with the need of witnessing her mother's face. Hear her voice. Touch her hands. Feel her warmth.Roshanay had thought her mother had died. When she was told about the news of her return, it felt as if someone ha