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
He held her close to him, in his arms as they both sat on the sofa. She had been crying softly and still her small sobs weren't ceasing. Her whole form was shaking with her little hiccups as she was wearing one of his shirts that reached her mid thighs.When he had demanded to know the reasons, she had started to cry and wasn't even stopping yet now her sobs alleviated to tiny hiccups as he waited patiently."What happened, Roshanay?" he asked, tracing her brows with his thumb.Her drenched lashes opened and revealed her amber eyes to him."I'm v-very scared," she muttered at last, "Very scared,""Of what?" His voice was soft.She looked down and scooted away from him so there was space between them. Looking up and down at him with fear in her eyes, she found it hard to utter the words. The words of truth.'That I was a prostitute'These words were at the tip of her tongue but she didn't have enough courage to utter these.Her body, badly beaten and a hole in her head due to the bulle
Days kept on passing and the contact between them kept on minimizing. He didn't come close to her after that night. When he would come to sleep, he would just turn his side and sleep rather than engulfing her in his sturdy arms as he used to.He was aloof.As if he had gone far, far away from her. That made a mist encompass around her.Though he was close to her but his eyes....His eyes were just emotionless.They didn't sparkle the way they did whenever he would come to work and look at her.He would just come, change his clothes, go to his study or either go out and when he would be back, he'd lay in the bed either reading a book or sleep.She would keep on looking at him, keep on waiting for the moment when his eyes would raise and rest on her for more than a second as they used to lay before but he would just give her a glance, occasionally.As if she didn't exist.As if nothing between them existed.He ignored her like she meant nothing to him.As they weren't husband and wife.