Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She was drifted in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and soulless pits staring at her. Deadly and expressionless. Empty and blank. No emotions swirling in them. Rather the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those eyes years ago and all that was left were two void and deep orbs. Deeper than the deepest sea. Darker than the darkest night. But they were focused on her angelic face as if he was a moth and she, the fire. A weird tranquillity appeared in those eyes for a second on seeing her laying there and it was gone as soon as it came. The sudden swirl of emotions got locked as the coldness masked the eyes again. Placing the glass of beer that he had on the table, he stood up and moved further towards her. Kneeling down, his face came parallel to hers as now his eyes could have a complete view of her. Beautiful The first word tha
A week has passed but Sheharzaad didn't hear of him. She kept on coming to the company but came to know that Shehryaar was not here as he had gone to his home, not in this city. She was more than happy but she had to complete certain tasks before his return. She wanted to work but not with him and since he was not here, she felt more free and independent and this was the best time to put her plan in action on which she has been working. Hannan had came to the office and she met him. She was shook to the core on seeing him injured and beaten. Upon asking, he told her a group of goons has beaten him. She figured it out whose craft it was. One and only, Shehryaar, only because Hanna tried to be close to Sheharzaad. He told her he was still in the search of a customer for her house. Within a few days, most probably, he would find one and get it sold. She had a breath of relief atlast. Things were going as she wanted. ... "I know who you are," Sheharzaad told the girl. "What do y
Flashback "Shehryaar son, go make your life. Until when you would continue to be like this? " his father uttered with tears filled in his eyes while he sat next to him. His father's health was deteriorating day by day. Shehryaar knew what had been eating him from inside. He was aware his father didn't have the will to live left in him. Since the day his mother was caught with another man in the bedroom she shared with his father, his father had been heartbroken. His father, Haider and mother, Jaha Ara had been bonded in an arrange marriage but more often they seemed like a couple immensely in love with each other. As if it wasn't an arrange but a love marriage. Haider fell in love with Jaha Ara the very day his eyes fell on her. She was standing in the middle of that garden full of roses, azaleas, lillies but to him, she was the most beautiful flower. He had requested his father Shabbir to get him married to Jaha Ara. His father and Shehryaar's grandfather who was the mafia don
It was 4 p.m. and now was the time to go home but she needed to inform her boss first before leaving the office.At the same time she didn't even want to see his face. The moment she had read that contract, her heart exploded into an unfathomable rage. She wanted to kill him in that moment but she stored all her rage within her heart. That rage would play a key role as a fire in her mission to take her revenge from Shehryaar. She would also give him the same pain which he gave her. If not same then atleast close. The company he sits in, the mafia he runs, she would destroy it all. She would gather evidence and give it to Khaleda and if Khaleda won't help she would release it to the press but she would go to every length.She would go down but not without a fight.But what was tensing him was the fear that had been settled within her.She knew this fear would have her commit a mistake. And even if it is a minor one, given how apt and sharp he was, he would guess it right away that some
A few days passed already. Sheharzaad had passed Khaleda the signal, secretly that she had something to share with her and as Khaleda had instructed, she was waiting for Khaleda to contact her. They weren't contacting through her phone because there were high chances her phone would be tapped by Shehryaar and Khaleda had prohibited that too. She kept on coming to the office and Shehryar was too busy in his work. Since he had been absent the past week from the company, he was catching up on some things and working on some deals as well. But still somehow he would find some time and call her to his office, asking her to work on a particular file while sitting infront him. He won't let her leave his office and all the while she would be able to feel his gaze on her making her so anxious and nervous. She would spend more time in his office than hers. Whenever she would be near him, tremors escaped her body as the deal she made with Khaleda would keep on running behind her mind. She wou
It was seven in the morning when she had awaken up and went for a morning walk to a nearby park. With her earphones plugged in she continued to jog. How ambitious she was about her dreams and now these days all she could think of getting rid from him. Where her life had landed her to. She thought. The focus of her whole life became him. She was too engrossed in freeing herself from the web he had set for her that during this while she completely forgot who she was. And what not she had wanted to achieve in her life.She believed in true love.Believed in settling herself with a man who would understand her, respect her. She dreamt of having an own company of hers so her children stomach's would be filled before every night and she would never leave her kids alone just like her parents had left her alone.In this dilemma, she truly forgot who was she and what dreams she had.She was walking when suddenly a sweeper passed by her who was cleaning and gathering the dead leaves from the
Guys vote and comment! Please 'puppy eyes'....Her eyes were lifeless.Struck.Not blinking.Not moving. As if she was in a trance. Lost and wandered.The grey of her eyes complimented with her thick lashes as she kept on staring at the window and was just able to see the clouds surrounding her as the airplane ripped apart the air, propelling forward.Beside her, sat Shehryaar who was busy typing something on his laptop. She supposed it was a response to one of his mails. At that moment, she wished the plane could crash.An instant death would be better then the death he was giving her.Slow and gut-wrenching.They were on the way to Dubai now on his private jet. The flight was two and a half hour long. This was her first time travelling through an aeroplane. When it was about to take-off, instinctively she had held his hand, so tight that even she heard him slightly giving out a sound of pain. A small hiss.When she was able to calm down her nerves and the plane was set towards
"Can I," her voice came out breathless and even voiceless. The fear of her impending doom completely jabbing her heart as she knew she would be entirely alone in Dubai with him. Another thought came crashing down on her mind as her subconscious alarmed her of the worst possible of him coming to know of what she did with the evidence she got her hands on. Khaleda had asked her to act normal and not make a move until she signals otherwise Sheharzaad would have ran away from him, already. Far far away."Can you?" he encouraged her to continue, shaking away her vile thoughts."Use the restroom," At that point, only one thought was coming in Sheharzaad's mind and that was to somehow go away from Shehryaar. She needed space where she can hyperventilate easily."Not before telling me what's got into you,""Nothing," she whimpered."Shhh," he placed his fingers on her lips that were subtly shivering as another whimper was on its way. As she calmed down, he fastened his forefinger underneath he
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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