"So how did you manage to get your hands on him?" Farah asked Roshanay with a poker face. Just three of them were on the breakfast table as Moosa was having a word with Ayyan in the drawing-room, next to the dining room.As soon as her words registered in her ears, Roshanay looked up at her and found her smirking. Her curly hairs giving her a more evil look and face caked with makeup reminded Roshanay of her uncle's only daughter, Hafsa.Her brain put forth the propositions how to deal with such people and the best one of those were, to ignore her and she looked down again, continuing her breakfast"What are you saying, Farah?" Alizeh said, appalled at Farah's absurd question."What? Don't shut me up Alizeh. I know how to deal with these people," Farah told and Roshanay's grip on the fork tightened. Her words penetrated her heart."Are you even looking at what you're saying? My brother would mind a lot if he heard it,""Oh your brother?" Farah turned towards Alizeh, who was sitting be
"Which departmental store?" He was on purpose probing her, asking for minor details to gauge out whether she was telling the truth or not.His eyes scrutinizing her."Uh...uh... I don't remember its name...I remember....but I can't quite recall,""Didn't you just say, your memory is sharp?""Elphicks, yes.... now I remember. Its Elphicks,""Hmn and how was your first meeting like? How did you interact with her?""Please....I'm not lying,""Sit," he pointed out at the couch and she sat down on it. Then he pulled the chair of the dressing table with a single tug, turned it around, and occupied it, "now answer to my questions. If you pleaded instead of answering then it would be a clear cut for me to spot you're lying. So tell me briefly about your first interaction?""She.... she was with her younger sister, Hunza and it was....quite rushy so we both sat on the...the built-in steel chairs as there were alot of people in the queue waiting for billing. Then we had a small talk,""Who init
Roshanay jumped at her place, the sound of loud bang penetrated deep within her eardrums that caused her heart to quiver. Even it was still quivering, she wasn't recovered from the fear and the pain. She held her bruised hand, which was turning blue at the places where the wood of pencil had been pushed badly. She could still feel the pressure on her fingers.She wasn't able to massage her fingers because it would hurt more. Only the slight shaking of the hand provided her some relief. Troublesomely, she looked at the door then back at her hand.........At noon, her door knocked and Alizeh came in. A broad smile danced on her face as she sat beside her."Thank you, Alizeh. Come sit," Roshanay said, patting the place next to her and Alizeh sat down."Thank you, for what?""You... defended me this morning. Thanks for that and many more things,""Aray.... you're welcome but shut up. No need to thank me. And about Farah, she is a nice girl but she was quite hurt when Moosa bhai suddenly
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