Sikandar Shah just came back to his office from the meeting room. He checked his mobile where he saw three missed calls did by Hina. He quickly called her back. His call was picked on its very first ring. "Assalamualaikum, brother…." "Walaikum salam, Hina how are you?" "I'm fine, where were you lost? How long I am calling you, but you are not picking it up." Hina just started her blabbering now. "Hina dear, I was in the meeting and my mobile was on silent mode. Now I just saw your calls, is everything alright?" Leaning back on his revolving chair, Sikandar Shah asked her, rubbing his forehead. "Yes brother, everything is fine. After the office, you are coming straight to our place, ok? Mama cooked your favorite dinner."Sorry Hina dear, not today…. I am very tired today. I want to take a rest once I reach home. And by the way, I also ate lunch lately, so I don't have an appetite now. Yesterday, I will visit, ok." "I know you are tired and I also know that you don't eat lunch. T
The tears in his eyes make the vision of his eyes blurry in front of him. Because of tightly clenching his mouth, the nerves were popping out on his neck. His grip on the steering wheel was quite harsh and strong. Despite taking control on himself, the water from his eyes streamed on his face. "Mama…." A storm has been created by this single word in his mind and heart. He was continuously rubbing the shedding tears with the back of his hand. Driving very rashly, he reached Shah's mansion. He stopped his car in the driveway and went inside."Assalamualaikum sir….will you drink water?" The maid who was busy dusting stood when she saw him. She greeted him and asked about bringing water.Ignoring her, he went through the corridor to the second floor where his hidden room is located. The heart of the maid shuddered on listening to the shutting of the door with a loud thud."May everything be alright." A pray abruptly left her heart and then she went towards the room of Biya to inform her
"F…..Farid, drive fast. Biya, open your eyes. Y….y…. you can't leave me like that. I…. I have no one. No one I have. I …I can't let you separate from me. I…. I won't live without you. You are my life, Biya. I…. I won't let anything happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to you…" Putting her head closer to his chest, he was speaking with her like crazy. His tears were immersed in the hair of Biya. This was the moment that made Sikandar Shah realize how much special Biya is to him and how much importance she has in his life. Now she has become a part of his heart and she is living in his heart.The car stopped in the parking area of the hospital where Ayaan works. With the speed of light, he scooped Biya in his arms and ran inside. "Ayaan…." Ayaan was standing near the reception guiding a nurse about some matter when he turned around on hearing his name. He was startled after seeing Biya in Sikandar Shah's arms. He quickly ran to him."S….Shah….what happened to Biya? Tell me, h….th
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