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Obsession 24. Basement
"Dua. My Dua," The whispery voice said from the other side of phone making her cheeks turn red."Nikkah Mubarak," The voice said again and she drew her lashes to the floor, feeling shy."How many more times would you say that?" Her voice too wasn't above a whisper as she bit her lips."Until the little creature we created is not out in the world,"Her hand crawled to her stomach as she protectively placed it. "My jaan. Mama Baba love you," She caressed her belly."But baba loves you much more, jaan," He said from the other side of phone."No mama does,""Baba,""Mama,""Baba,""Oh so you want to fight, so let's fight," She said and was about to start her bickering when something shifted behind her and she turned around only to get widened-eyes. "Haya," Dua whispered.....One step.Another step.And then another step. She kept on walking holding his hands tightly as her vision was blocked by the black eye patch. Then she heard a creaking of door, and they both entering in that roo
Obsession Reminiscing her
His eye-lids concealed his grey eyes. Blackness sprawled infront his eyes. And then in that darkness, a picture was slowly and sensually drawn. Grey eyes.Slender nose.Laughing lips. Rosy lips.Perfect cheeks.Honey blonde locks.Her dainty hands holding a rose.The picture faded and then came a certain scene. Her writhing under him. Her rosy lips that were smiling earlier now shivered. Her cheeks paled. Her grey eyes closed. Her fingers dugging in his muscular back. Then her lips opening as she let out a wince.The pleasure filled within him. The sound of his grunts mixed with her moans and winces began to play like a music in his ears as he laid in the bed. One more thrust and she came undone there against the glass-wall of the washroom. The shower showering the drops of water above them.His heart began to beat wildly as he turned side in his bed. Everything quitened and for a moment he heard the tick-tock of the clock. His eyes opened again and came across the dullness of the
Obsession Where is your ring?
She had awaken up. He wasn't there when her eyes had opened and she deduced he might have left long ago. She sat up. A feeling of a lingering kiss on her forehead got to her, making her rub her forehead frantically when her eyes fixed on the ring in her finger. She had never dared taking it off after that trauma of being thrown down from a building. "I hate you," she said to herself, "I hate you so much, Shehryaar," And rubbed her forehead again, until it turned red. "Change my name if I married you," Her jaw clenched, "I swear change my name. I will kill myself before being your wife, Shehryaar," She uttered to herself.Suddenly, the door to her room opened and he entered. Her eyes broadened in realization. Her voice was loud enough to reach the ears of anyone standing at that side of door."You?" She cleared her throat, "are you s-still here?""Your plans are very dangerous, Sheharzaad," he told quietly.And then she knew, he had heard it. Moving her chin up in defiance she was abo
Obsession A mere piece of Obsession?
"J-jee?" She tried to feign ignorance. Her hands had turned clammy.(What?)"Where is your ring?" He placed the pen on the table and the tick tick sound was gone.She began to fidget with her fingers, unable to produce a response. Her tongue suddenly weighed tons. Her eyes found the table where he had placed that pen. There was his macbook, some files, papers and pen-holders. It was large and neat. To the left of his laptop was a cup of coffee that he had maybe forgot to drink as the cup was still untouched and the coffee appeared to be turn cold as no steam was rising. In the glass of the table, she could see his reflection. His eyes was on her face yet hers on the table. Then her eyes moved towards her reflection. Her face exposed to the broad day-light, as she stood infront the window. Her face looked paled. Her fingers fidgeting with each others. Above her head she could see the LED light and suddenly the reflection of it was distorted as she saw water- a tear drop landing on it.
Obsession Past
Her body was locked. Frozen. Her senses were numb. She was unable to feel or sense anything and when his deep breath fell on her neck that was when she realized her position. Her hands that laid on his chest immediately moved and pushed him back, creating a distance between them. She fixed her scarf around herself."I want to go home," she said in her raspy voice.She still couldn't understand what came over her that she said such a thing to him. She was going to sell her body to him. But it seemed right in the moment to her. The feeling of just a thing and a rag doll was pinching her, she wanted to get rid of it. But the cost of it was too much for her to take. And she realized it when he had agreed. She realized, she can't do that. Not again. Not with him. Ever again. That night. One night. It had sowed a deep seed within the pit of her brain that she would do anything but have any sort of sexual intimacies with him. That was also one of the reasons she wanted to get rid of this
Obsession Drunk Shehryaar
The man guided her through the dark corridors of the mansion. It was night and the hallways of the posh and gigantic mansion were darker than the night itself. It felt as if she had been walking since ages. Last time, she had came to this house, she didn't get a chance to explore it. This was an area which she was first time visiting and she was sure similar to this wing of the mansion, there must be many other wings. Her eyes couldn't analyse anything as it was dark. The source of light was the light of moon which entered through the large glass walls. She was just able to see a few painting every now and then on the wall. Rather, she wanted to focus more on her surroundings and ignore the pounding of her heart in her ears. She was not able to understand the reason for which he called her at this moment of night. Fear and being afraid. These two were entirely different emotions. The prior was an instinct and the latter was a feeling. And in that moment, she felt, she had developed
Obsession Unfinished business
The morning light hit him making his eyes open and the first thing that hit him was a wave of headache. He sat up, groaning and that was when he realized he was on the sofa. He frowned before looking back only to get surprised upon finding Sheharzaad there."Sheharzaad?" He whispered to himself, trying to recall how she reached here. And as instinct his eyes went to her hands and a satisfaction came over his face upon finding his mark still over there.He stood up and came across his reflection in the mirror. There was blood on his shirt as glimpses of last night began to appear in his mind. But he could only remember the parts in the torture cell yet how, when and why Sheharzaad was here, he still couldn't recall.He ought to ask it from his servant, Khan to apprise him of his orders and went to the washroom to take a bath. He appeared from the restroom, rubbing a towel against his damp hair as water trickled down his torso that was on display. He found her sleeping. Still and sound
Obsession Escape
As soon as Sheharzaad hung up the call, she turned towards Amna with a paled face."Amna, we need to be quick. We don't have time in our hands now. We have to run," she said and began to collect things, stuffing them in a bag."What happened?" Amna asked with confusion dancing on her face."He knows everything. I swear, I swear he knows everything,"Amna's face paled too. "What? How do you know? Did he tell you anything?""My sixth sense says so, he knows everything. He was talking as if he knew everything,""Maybe you are being paranoid,""First thing he asked me was I planning to run away. Amna, I know him, he first drops hints. He first warns before pouncing. He knows,""Sheharzaad, relax. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe you're thinking negatively," Amna tried to sound convincing but her voice even to her own self wasn't sounding convincing."I don't know, Amna. Let's pack essentials and get away. I know him,""You know, his men are stationed outside. How would we outrun them?""Either way
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Obsession BONUS-LAST
His tongue was too heavy to utter anything. He was still in shock, a state of disbelief had still encompassed him. His grey eyes kept on looking and tracing the cracks on the hardened mud of the grave. Dilemma was hitting him, clutching him in its painful paws and tightening its grip on his heart with every second.To say the least, he was baffled.Grave.It was a grave.Grave of his mother.Mother.Who had died decades ago.But still that day was freshened in his mind like yesterday. Every intricate and minor detail was in the back of hiss head.Often those details took shape of a nightmare in his dreams. The soulless and dead eyes of the lady who hung with the ceiling.Utter helplessness on her face.He thought as much that suicide was her last resort. That was why he considered her weak. Considered womankind weak. Considered womankind manipulative, cunning, untrustworthy.But here he sat, near the one, who was the reason those feelings were born within him but this time he cam
Obsession 11-(ii)
He was in ICU. His guard told her that he was driving the car fastly to home and suddenly the his grip loosened, the tyres slipped and the car crashed. She couldn't stop the tears coming out of her eyes. She knew the reason behind his eagerness to get home as fast as he could.It was because of her request to come home early. She felt utter guilt clipping her heart.That guilt too that she has suppressed within her.She still thought that Haider died because of her. She considered herself as the culprit of Shehryaar. She took his father's life away. If she hadn't given that dary to him, maybe Haider would have been alive today. She took his father's life away.And now he was fighting for his life because of her. Although, Shehryaar had told him numerous times that it was never her fault behind his father's death but she never agreed to him. There was a part of her which still told her that she was the culprit and that part of her was again taking control over her, inciting suici
Obsession BONUS-11
The evening sky has sprawled. The blue hue was everywhere as the bird chirped, returning back to their respective abodes. There sat Sheharzaad on the sofa of the study reading the same page again, trying to regain her focus. Yet her eyes would move in between the page of the book that read, 'Karachi. The city of lights. Rather previously known as the city of lights....'The book was titled, 'Zaryaab' after the name of the male lead of that book. Sheharzaad's grey eyes again fixed on the sky, witnessing the birds. As the sun reached the horizon, the sky was a mix of orange and blue.Her mind was wondering to Shehryaar. Where was he? Should she apologize? Or should she wait for him?She found herself guilty in this situation. She should have broke it on the very first place to Maaz that she was married instead of going for that lunch. She knew that Maaz was interested in her but she was just finding the right time to reveal it to him and to everybody that she was married that too t
Obsession 10-(ii)
She was sitting in her cabin, going through a file but repeatedly her concentration was breaking as her mind kept on shifting to somewhere.The memory made her bite her lips and take a deep breath. She was at work!She needed to focus.Why was she feeling that way?She could feel butterflies flipping in her stomach. His intense stare again came over in her mind that had her shook her head away. They both sat together, in that starry night, under the shade of moon, with their hands in hand."Isn't moon looking so beautiful today?" she had whispered dreamily as her head rested on his shoulder. "Which one?" he asked making her puzzle."The one in the sky,""Not as beautiful as the one sitting beside me," "You're cheesy with your dialogues, Mr. Shehryaar,"His eyes flickered from the stars on the sky to her face, "Dialogues ain't the only thing I'm cheesy at, Ms. Sheharzaad,"Sheharzaad averted her gaze, looking away. She was grateful that it was night because her cheeks were turning
Obsession BONUS-10
Every eye was full of tears.Cries and wails rose from the haveli when the janazah was risen from the home.Haider has passed away. Leaving his mother-less children now father-less. Eyes were sad.Yet his grey eyes stared at nothing just the eye-catching verses that he recited. He was silent. Quiet. Unable to produce any response. Placing her head on his shoulder, his wife sat beside him, with tears propelling from her eyes as her hand held rosary reciting tasbeeh for the departed soul.Sheharzaad was crying.But Shehryaar was silent. It was just those eye-catching verses that had his complete attention. His father used to teach him the Quran in his childhood but he never got the chance to finish it because his practice sessions with his grandfather awaited him so he always used to leave without finishing his recitations. Last he read these verses was decades back and then he did not touch the holy book again. When he was set to made his first murder. He considered himself too
Obsession 9-(ii)
The wiltering flowers at his beloved's grave stood out as an evidence of the abandonment by her own family. Haider sat near the grave. As tears slowly cascaded down his eyes."You've endured enough. I wish... for once you'd have expressed your love for me. For once. Then my whole life wouldn't be so bleak. The reciprocation for which I waited finally came after decades," he played with the mud of the grave, "For once, you could have told me... what Agha did. What my father did. I wish... after your demise even for once you'd have come in my dreams and apprised me how you were brutally killed," Another tear dropped from his eye and landed on her grave, "I read... what you wrote in those pages. Where you expressed your love for me. I freed you from myself only because I wanted you to be happy and be with your lover. I've never hated you. Despite you were caught with another man.... I loved you regardless of every circumstance. My love for you was conditionless, my Jahan" (IN URDU JAHAN
Obsession Bonus-9
"She didn't commit suicide. She wanted to live for her children. But you know what? She was hanged and it all appeared as suicide. This whole idea was of Agha, Shehryaar. Your mother wanted to live," Sheharzaad finished. Her voice has turned into a soft whisper till the end of her dialogue. She could see the enrage slowly developing in Shehryaar's eyes but he was controlling. He was really controlling himself so the monster won't break free. Zahra came running into the study followed by Haseeb. As soon as Zahra's eyes landed on Irtaza, she went in his arms and hugged him, very well aware that she needed him the most in these moments. And as soon as Dua's eyes fell on Haseeb, she rushed into his arms and hugged him. The previous talk they both had in her room was enough for her to trust him completely. He had gained her partial trust when he had convinced her before their nikkah that he will give her all the love of the world. As well as the time and space she needed for this relati
Obsession 8-(ii)
Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study has turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torned and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of vase were scattered. The place depicted of an utter apocalypse.And among all these broken and torned things, there lied a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.And a piece of paper in their hands. Written to them in her last moment by their mother. The letter which reached them after twenty five long years.Each word pierced through their soul. Every breath they took was heavy, filled with sighs and unattained wishes. The unattained wish to meet their mother one last time.Shehryaar's hand shivered as he still held the old worn out letter. Tears silently slipping out of his eyes. He rather wished he could have died than knowing this truth. After Sheharzaad na
Obsession Bonus-8 The truth reveal
Dua had immediately taken Sheharzaad to another room once her eyes had landed on her. She did not talk to her family or anyone. She wanted to say the words that have been long overdued on her mind.As soon as she entered in the privacy of the room, Dua hugged Sheharzaad and tears slowly slipped out of her eyes."I-I'm sorry, Sheharzaad. I-I-I," her voice croaked, "I wronged you.... I wronged you... I'm sorry, Sheharzaad. I'm sorry," she kept on repeating. Because she just had this word on her mind. The crime she committed was unjustifiable. It didn't matter Sheharzaad would forgive her or not, but in that moment, Dua just wanted to apologize. Apologize for the crime she committed five years back. Apologize for the crime that stayed in her mind for five long years and it kept on haunting her. The guilt kept on eating her. What she did with Sheharzaad broke her more than anything else. Sheharzaad slowly raised her hand and caressed Dua's back, "stop crying, Dua. I... forgive you," sh
