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30. Helplessness
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Obsession 31. Interrogation
There was a guy involvedWe were fearing telling you thisHannanShe... she had been working with himSince the first day.Actually.... it was regarding the sale of her house,We tapped her phone. No records found. She was aware that her phone might be tapped so she used her friend's phone.Yes. At times PCO's. Men who were stationed to follow her kept on sending me reports.Hannan.Out of all the information he had received only one word managed to stay in his mind.HannanShe was with him. She had been with him.Wonder how far and deep their relation could have gone?Was it just help? Or was it something else?The speculations began to rise in his mind.While coming back to her house, he had received a call from Murad, one of his workers, informing him that everything was ready at Sheharzaad's house. Sensing his hesitance on the phone, he asked Murad what was going on and then he told one of the plot twist that Shehryaar had not been expecting. This story not just had the intellig
Obsession Video
There was no holding back this time. She would bring those words on her lips that were inhibited to her mind to this day. She had already fallen in that pit which she had been fearing so now it was no holding back. "And you know what? I curse you, your family who brought up a bastard like y-" she spated back but her face swung to left as he slapped her tightly on her cheek. She cried out, breaking in a fit of sobs. "You will curse me more, Sheharzaad if you didn't tell me what relation you had with him," he said in a low rumble. "I won't," her sentence started in a whisper of sob, making her realize that her fear was again controlling her and this was enough for her to break the dam and pull out the anger that she had felt all the way on letting herself of being under someone's control, "I won't! I won't! I won't! she suddenly screamed, "I won't obey you! I won't submit to you! I'm not answerable to you! I'm a person of my own and I will do what I want. I will have as many relat
Obsession 32. A slut?
He frowned upon seeing an unknown number sending him a video when on the cue his phone began to ring with a call. "Sir.... we've received some reports," the man on the other side of the phone uttered. Fear evident in his voice. "Regarding what?""Regarding... Madam Sheharzaad,""Come to my office," he said and hung up the call. His sixth sense pointing at something else....."Sir... actually... we have been fearing... bringing up this topic to you," The man atlast gathered the courage to utter the words."What is it?""Yesterday, one of the men stationed to keep an eye on Ms. Sheharzaad reported this to us....that.... actually Ms. Sheharzaad was in a relationship with another guy," His jaw ticked as he gulped, trying to refrain the beast who was taking control over him. It was surprising, that he didn't find it surprising.'She was a woman after all. All they know is to betray'But there was a bother arising within him. She was tainted...There was no way to un-taint her now...A
Obsession Killing & Manipulations
The wall. The mucky, stained wall was what her eyes had been fixed on.Observing different patterns, bloody patterns, dangerous weapons on it had been her prime interest since last week. Those different patterns would often divert her attention from the human body hung to the ceiling. Her face was on purpose kept towards her and her eyes staring at Sheharzaad. Staring deep in her soul, stealing all the life left in her. Her feet that were dangling in the air with her hair sprawled open. Her skin which was now turning blue and the smell of the dead mass already arising from it. Once or twice she had spotted insects crawling on the dead woman's feet. The dead woman who was none other than Khaleda. The week that she had spent here, all alone with that dead body, with minimal human interaction, with little to no food. The only thing she had began craving was to find someone with whom she can atleast say a hello. The men who would come to serve her food won't even look towards her. In
Obsession A personal escort
One month laterWeeks?Months?Years?Decades?How long has it been?She had now lost the track of the time of how long she had been in here. The dead body that had been hung to the ceiling had started to deteriorate. The insects, microorganisms had started decomposing it that the sight of her feet with insects crawling on it had became a usual for her. And the smell of it had become more and more unbearable for her. She had never raised her eyes to look up at her face because once when she did, she fought a panic attack all alone in the dark cell. The feet alone reminded her that she was once a living human and now because of her, Khaleda reached to this state. Her dead body always reminded her of her mistakes, the guilt, the regret. That she was the killer. And when one day Sheharyaar paid her a visit, she cried out and begged him to take Khaleda's dead body away from her sight and give her a proper burial at least. He had agreed but since that day, her guilt had been increasing
Obsession 33. Released or caged?
Imagine. Imagine being locked in a cell for weeks. The only sight you get to witness, would be a hanging dead body. And when that body was taken away from your sight, your eyes get blindfolded, leaving you in a dilemma that which condition was better.Witnessing a dead body?Or being blindfolded for an immeasurable time?That you would cry tears of joy when a ten-minutes meal is served to you so you could witness the outer world, which was nothing but a dark cell.And not only this, while you are locked up in that cell, with a blindfold on, the only sense you are left with; your hearing. And only certain words being fed into your ears for hours and hours. Hours that would seem like days. Weeks. Years. The words that would contain, etiquettes, ethics, rules and regulations of what belonging to him would mean. The words that would be played in your ears like a tape of belonging to him. And you would be made to repeat those words. You have to put up a facade that you agree. You would h
Obsession Prayers
Due to the continuous shivering of her legs, it was becoming harder and harder for her to walk. She was about to trip many times but she didn't want to embarrass herself infront others. They reached at the step of stairs and she got nervous that she had to climb all these stairs with these weak legs. Yet she put up her best, tightly holding the railing and climbed upstairs while everyone else, which included that woman and two bodyguards climbed the stars with little to no efforts. She was breathless as she stepped on the ground again. Her head was feeling light already with this minimal physical activity. Her face was getting hotter as if she had run a marathon. The woman meanwhile inserted a code in a metallic door and it got opened as she followed her out of the basement area. She came across a room that looked more like a store and the door disappeared as soon as they were out. She followed that woman out of the store and some stairs again came infront her eyes. She wanted
Obsession 34. Panic Attacks
She kept on crying as more and more tears propelled out of her eyes, not letting the beautician do make-up on her face. Tear after tear spilled down her eye. Her nose red and face blotched..It was happening. It was going to happen now. Her biggest fear was coming true. But this time, it wasn't just about a one night stand anymore. She would have to spend many nights, countless nights as many nights he would demand.She was his mistress at last. The contract has been signed.When she was done praying her namaz, she had slept and when her eyes opened, she found him sitting on the sofa near to the bed. His eyes were staring at the floor and legs wide open on which he supported both his arms. His hands held a paper and a gun.At that point, she wanted to scream. Cry. Wail. To marry her. Instead of making her sign that contract.She wanted to shout that she wasn't involved with Hannan.It was all happening because he thought she wasn't worthy of being his wife anymore due to her invol
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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
