Biya drifted into a deep slumber when the car reached Shah's mansion. Very carefully, Sikandar Shah scooped her in his arms and took her to his bedroom, he made her lie on his bed and covered her with a comforter. His eyes were fixed on her sunflower-like turned yellow face. The expression of pain was clearly visible from the bruise she got on her forehead. Making the light of the room dim, he came out.**********"Assalamualaikum, master. Yes master, order." The maid was standing in front of Sikandar Shah who was seated comfortably on the couch."Walaikum salam…""Master, you called me?" The maid was getting scared of his silence. As he after calling her here was now lost in some deep thought and smoking a cigarette one after another. "Hmmm….yes…." Sikandar Shah got startled and the maid had to ask him again. "Yes actually, I…. I wanted to ask how l…long B…. Biya was sick? I mean you are always present near her, then why didn't you tell me?" On Sikandar Shah asking, the maid lower
Days were moving steadily in a routine. Because of the maid taking care of Biya, her bruises were healed to a great extent. She doesn't let her slide down from the bed and nor does she let her do any house chore. This thing was really irritating Biya. Now she was stuck in one place, she was still in the room of Sikandar Shah.She was still not getting his attitude towards herself. Sikandar Shah stopped saying anything to her. Going out early in the morning and coming late at night to his home was his routine nowadays. He used to call her whenever he felt the need for it. She was getting irritated by all of this. She wants to breathe in the open air. As she opened the wardrobe, she got startled on seeing the cupboard filled with all new latest designs dresses. "Madam, what happened? Do you want something? You move back, I will search for you." Seeing her standing with the wardrobe, the maid quickly came to her. "W…what is a…all this?" She gestured towards the dresses in the cupbo
Past"Shah, don't you feel life is getting boring. There must be some change, but a big one." Hayat Shah was sitting on the sofa, his legs were put on the table in front of him and smoking a cigarette by leaving a long line of smoke."For example…." Shah asked Maani (nickname of Zaman) rubbing the ashes of a cigarette in the ashtray. "For example that which you get." Maani picked up the bottle of wine from the table in front of him, taking it to his mouth, he winked his eye at Shah. And they both burst into laughter."No buddy, these models which you showed me aren't of my standard. You know I don't like the used one. I like the girls who are yet untouched, fragile, and blooming like a flower." Shah told him in an arrogant style."You don't worry, this time I will take you to such a place where you will find every kind of flower. You just put a hand on anyone, and she will be yours." Maani gave him the bottle of wine while telling him evilly."Ok, let's see." Shah took the bottle to
"I …. I will marry and that too to a prostitute. How dare she talk like that? Her work is only to warm the beds. She isn't worthy of becoming someone's wife. Only money is dear to her. She is ready to sell herself for the money. She lures thousands of men to herself, dances in front of them, and shows off herself to everyone. With me…." He put his finger on his chest."She is dreaming of marrying me. She will receive her price from me. She is valueless, she is sold thousands of times. Respect is abuse for her…. it's just a curse. She rejected me. A prostitute rejected me. Now she has become my stubbornness. She herself will come to my feet…." Since the time Maani told him the message of Dil, which she sent him through Angie Madam, he has lost his senses getting in wrath. Like a wounded lion, he was pacing in his room.Maani was sitting on the sofa in front of him, looking at him losing his sense in a state of rage. It's almost the eighth cigarette he smoked."Hey, I have a plan in my
After three months."Hello buddy, why are you sitting like that?" Shah came to the club after so many days and when Maani spotted him sitting on a chair in the corner, he came to him."Come on, first, you are showing your face after a long time, and on top of that you are sitting here all by yourself. Let's go, come on all friends are here." Holding him by his hand, Maani took him to the dancing floor where all the young girls and boys of the elite class were drunk and dancing on the floor. Their loud laughter, disco songs in full volume, and colorful lights, all these were making it look like the thrill in the club was in full swing. After seeing Shah coming to the dance floor, many girls walked to him, clinging to him. Shah also welcomed them by passing a smile. Then he wrapped his arm around the waist of Lisa and started taking dance steps with her. The party was in full swing.While on the other side."Congratulations, you are pregnant." When the lady doctor announced this news
"Go with me, I watched enough of your melodrama. Now finish this curse holding with yourself." Dil was leaning over the sink in the washroom when Angie Madam came inside. She yanked her by the arm, shouting at her."What's this misbehaving? Are you mad, Angie madam? Where should I go?" Releasing her arm with a jerk, she said furiously."Go with me to the doctor for an abortion.""Are you in your senses? What nuisance are you speaking?" Dil came to her room, and in an exhausted state, she sat on the bed."Yes, I am in my full senses. And I will also make you come to your senses. Finish this drama, and let go of this sin.""What sin sin you are uttering? Which kind of sin? How is it a sin? It's not any sin, but it's part of my body, my legitimate child. I did nikkah with him. It's his child." Dil yelled angrily, her whole body was trembling. "Really? Then why did he leave you? Where is that marriage agreement? What is the evidence of that nikkah with you? Is there any evidence? Do you
It's been two months that Shah is married to Zehra. After his marriage Shah set up a new business in the city and that was the reason he became quite busy now. This time Shah is visiting his palace after two weeks and the happiness of his mother knows no bounds after listening to his arrival."Assalamualaikum, mama…" Her mother was standing in the kitchen instructing maids when the voice of Shah hit her ears. Shah came inside after greeting her."Walaikum salam, my son. My lion son is here." His mother came forward, taking him in his embrace. "Let's go out. There is the smell of spices…." "Hahaha….mama, let's go." Taking her in his embrace, Shah came to the lounge. "Shah, you go to your room. Take some rest. Till I will serve lunch for you.""Ok mama…." Zehra was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair when Shah entered the room. As he saw her, his eyes forgot to divert from her. He really likes Zehra's long thick hair which is covering her back and he likes Zehra who alw
"Congratulations Shah, you have become a father." "What nonsense are you speaking?" Shah was in his room when he received a call from Maani. And after receiving the call, what Maani just said was enough to make him alert."Wait…." He glanced at Zehra who was sleeping next to him, then sliding down from the bed, he came to the terrace."Yes, speak now….what nonsense you were saying?""This is not nonsense. It's a fact, a true fact." Calmly saying to him, Maani has just wiped his peace. "What nuisance is this, Maani? Clearly utter, whatever is it? What were you saying? I'm not getting anything.""So now hear it, Dil has borne a son. It means he is your son who has become one year old now. From some of my sources, today I came to know that Dil has a son. And very soon she is coming to your palace to give you back your son." "What….? How can it happen? He is not my son, Maani. Don't know whose sin she is imposing on me but I won't let her live. I don't believe it.""Yes, you are right.