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