Independent

Today Anaaya missed attending his lecture. She really wants to avenge him for his act. She went to the parking area and asked the security guard about Zaviyaar's car. The guard eyes her with a suspicious look.

After that, Anaaya left the place. She came back after a while when the guard left this place of the duty. As she saw the parking area was empty, she quickly ran and came near the car of Zaviyaar. She took out lipstick from her bag and wrote in big letters some words like 'thug, mad, and goon' on the glass of his car.

She was feeling a strange kind of happiness as she saw her work on his new BMW car. Her delight for her action was also visible on her face. She dusted her hands after finishing her work and put empty lipstick back in her purse. To applause herself, she patted herself on the shoulder and then looking back and forth in her surroundings, she walked out hurriedly.

After Zaviyaar delivered his lecture, he came out of the class and straight to his car. As he came to the parking area his eyes spotted his car, his eyes and mouth both left open.

His nerves popped out in rage as he saw the condition of his new car.

"Who did this?" He was burning in fire after reading words of thug, mad, and goon. Zaviyaar went to the security guard of the parking area and asked him.

"Sir, I don't know. A while earlier, this car was perfectly fine. I myself saw a girl was asking about it but the car was fine at that time." The guard getting afraid of his anger was telling him quickly. He was also feeling like laughing after reading the words on his car.

"Which girl?" Zaviyaar was all ears to the guard. In his mind, the thought of Anaaya quickly popped up.

"Sir, she was wearing a grey dress. Other than this, I don't know anything else about her." He said, remembering her look. Now he had a firm belief that this must be done by Anaaya.

"I will choke her throat with my hands." He uttered furiously and glaring at the guard, he walked towards his car. He got a message from Haider informing him about the shipment of his guns. His rage was at its peak thinking about taking the car in this state.

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The laughter of Haider was giving further air to his rage. He can't stop his laughter after reading the words written on his car.

Zaviyaar glared furiously at him. He came to his warehouse where his guns were delivered.

"By the way, who is this girl who did this?" Haider asked, controlling his laughter while showing him the gun.

"Don't force me to try this gun first on you." Haider laughed after listening to his threat. He had known Zaviyaar since his childhood and how crazy a man he was.

"Ok, sorry sir." He answered obediently. Zaviyaar shook his head. After properly checking all the guns, he told Haider to deliver them to his apartment. As he gave all the instructions to Haider, he walked out.

Once again anger took hold of him for Anaaya as he sat in the car. She was the first girl, who instead of getting crazy over him was making him crazy.

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"You seem very happy, Anaaya. What's the matter?" Hania, who brought her lunch to the room, asked her as she saw her face radiant with happiness.

"Yes bhabi (sister-in-law), today I am very happy." She said smilingly and grabbed the tray from her hand, putting it on the side table. Today she didn't want to spoil her happy mood by seeing the face of Zainab so she brought her food into the room.

"That's good, stay happy like that." Hania smiled back at her.

"Ok bhabi, tell me what one should do to take avenge from someone?" Anaaya asked, taking a morsel into her mouth.

"You are taking suggestion from exactly the right person. I also annoyed your brother a lot. It's beyond my understanding how he endured all my tantrums." She laughed remembering the memories of Shehroz and herself.

"I also need your good pieces of advice." She asked enthusiastically. Now she swears with herself she will do everything that becomes the reason for the provocation of Zaviyaar.

Hania gave her a lot of good advice and she listened to her attentively. She slept after eating lunch. She was in deep sleep when she felt someone hovering over her and choking her throat. With a jolt, she opened her eyes and her eyes met with cold blue eyes.

"By ruining the condition of my car, you forced me to finish your chapter." Anaaya's eyes went wide as she listened to him.

"Leave me." She felt her breathing was about to stop when suddenly she screamed waking up from her dream. After finding herself safe in the room, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ufff….it was just a dream, Anaaya." She consoled herself and drank water.

"Now this thug is coming into my dream, please Allah keep me safe." She said looking up at the sky. The bulb light of her room was switched on because in the complete darkness of the room, she felt fear.

After consoling herself again, she lay back to sleep.

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He was folding the sleeves of his black shirt when he descended the stairs and pulled a chair from the dining table. He sat silently right opposite to Habib Khan. Contrary to his routine, today he was wearing a black shirt and trousers of his jogging. His dishevelled hair was scattered on his forehead.

He was looking extremely handsome and drop-dead gorgeous. Habib put down the newspaper from his face and looked at his son.

"Son, your father is also sitting here." He told him in a sarcastic tone.

"Morning Dad." He spoke in a heavy voice, touching the cup of tea to his lips. Last night, he was awake the whole night and because of it his eyes were looking red now.

"Who has the audacity of doing this with your car?" He asked, nodding his head. Zaviyaar, gritting his teeth, clenched his lips.

"By the way whoever wrote this, wrote the exact truth about you," Habib said, suppressing his smile and looking at the ups and downs of expressions forming on his face. Gul looked at Habib. She shook her head in negative, telling him to stay silent.

"You are exactly right. I'm a thug, mad, and goon. You should proudly tell this to everyone." He stood up, finishing the cup of his tea.

"Still, you didn't do any such work for which I should feel proud of you." His nerves were popping out in rage at Habib's remarks about himself. Gul looked at her husband with complaining eyes.

"If you didn't force me, I wouldn't have stepped into this house again." He looked at his mother with stern eyes and taking long strides he walked out.

"Zaviyaar…." She kept on calling him on his back but as always he went out fuming in rage.

"Let him go, Gul. Let him do whatever he wants. Now he himself takes his decision." He stood up speaking in a cold voice. Gul, after dropping a look at him, picked up empty cups of tea and went to the kitchen.