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 I want to do with you right now?"
Her fear filled eyes just looked at him and she couldn't find her voice anymore.
"Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered,
"Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed.
Jumping over, he dug his fingers in her cheeks puckering her lips.
"You need a punishment Roshanay" he gritted before pulling back.
"Please no!"
"Dont you dare utter a word! Not a single voice! I told you, you carry my fucking name! My fucking name! You're my woman!" he shouted making her sob loudly, "And you still had the audacity?!" he roared. By now his shirt was off of him while his hands released the belt.
"Now face the consequences"
And with a harsh tug, the sound of ripping of her shirt was heard followed by her heart wrenching scream
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
"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
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