Both of them were on their way back to haveli when Zahra's eyes fell on a man selling cotton candies. Her mouth filled with drool as she desirously looked at those pink cotton candies and she couldn't stop herself. "Irtazaaa stop the car!" She almost screamed causing him to instantly apply brakes making the car wheels produce a screeching sound, followed by the honks and screeching sounds of those cars as well which abruptly stopped behind them making the traffic jam. "What Zahra?! What happened?!" He asked worriedly. "Woh.... asal mein..... I want that." She said, cutely pointing toward the man selling the cotton candies. (I...actually) "Did you make the car stop for this?" He asked and she nodded her head sheepishly. His lips formed a thin line as he took a deep breath to calm himself down before releasing the brake and moving the car again. Zahra got the hint that he was angry and this made her panic immediately as she began to blabber whatever came into her mouth, which she
Soon the party was over and everyone went back to their respective rooms. Zahra on reaching her room immediately called Daniyal and explained her situation to him. "Daniyal I can't do it anymore. He is being so nice to me! Please find another way to get me out of this situation! My conscience is eating me! Daniyal I can't betray him! It's hurting my feelings. Please Daniyal, I don't want him to trust me! I don't want him to think that I've accepted this relationship! I can't put up a facade anymore!! It's enough for me! I don't want to play games with him anymore!" She explained in her troublesome voice. "Listen Zahra do you want me?" "Yes I want you but not through this way when I've to hurt someone in the process. Can't we simply run away?" "Look you're not doing nothing wrong-" "Then why my conscience is eating me?" "Only because you have a pure heart that's why you're feeling guilty for that monster who forced you into this relation. We've no other way other than this Zahra.
"Forgive me," he uttered, his forehead still against hers. Zahra was gobsmacked now. Daniyal's words lingered in her mind. 'Had he for once, just once said sorry to you for what he did?' Now here he was, asking for forgiveness for what he did to her, and here she was backstabbing her. Remorse again painfully clutched her heart as her throat constricted with tears. Her heartfelt heavy as a sharp pain shooted in her throat indicating her tears were at bay. "I'm sorry for what I did to you." He uttered again. He would've died but never have said a sorry if it was someone else than Zahra. Her eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears as she looked at him and at last, a tear slipped down her eye. Tear of pure remorse, her conscience was eating her. One after another, they continued to slip down her face like a waterfall. She couldn't hold them anymore and out of instinct pressed his body against hers in a bone-crushing hug. She begin to hiccup on his chest as he massaged her hair and
Irtaza was in his office. His brain was filled with a lot of assumptions as he continued to think about Zahra's confessions the night before. His brain didn't believe that she loved him, though his heart wanted to trust her words. He wanted her to love him but his mind wasn't accepting the fact that she was telling the truth making a chain of questions arise in his mind. From the very start, his heart always had compelled him to trust her which he did but the change in her attitude, her nervousness, her confession that night that she loved him was making him more and more confused. He was in a dilemma for the first time in his life. He was damn sure that Zahra was hiding something from him, his brain kept on forcing him not to trust her on the other hand, his heart, wanted him to trust her, believe her. He was in love with her but past experiences in his life enabled him to trust anyone. He was confused about whether to trust Zahra or not because trust is the base of every relations
That was the day when Irtaza went straight to his grandfather and asked him to teach the mafia skills. His heart was shattered into pieces and the constant sadistic and barbaric practicing of the mafia at such a young age molded him into a real sadistic notorious mafia don. For years he had encaged himself inside his body. At family gatherings, he'll usually sit and observe everyone. If he wanted to share anything then he had his brother Shehryaar with him. After his mother's death, his father was so disturbed that he could hardly pay any attention to his children. Irtaza was never an expressive person nor the one who could trust someone easily, especially after his mother's death nor the one who could be deceived by someone's beautiful and charming looks until one day when his eyes settled on Zahra. Flashback For the past several days, he had been working hard on his shooting skills and today was the day when his grandfather decided to take a test on him. He took him to the baseme
Several minutes have passed and now Zahra was calmed. She felt safer in his presence. She knew he won't let anyone hurt her. He will protect her as he promised. But she was forgetting that she now only needs to protect herself from him because if he came to know about the games which she is playing with her, hell will break on her. Zahra noticed her whereabouts, he wasn't going towards the haveli and she panicked as that thought once again consumed her mind that he got to know about Daniyal. It was on her mind all the time like a looming threat. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Somewhere" was his short reply. Internally, she was panicking, again as many negative thoughts surrounded her mind. 'There is nothing like that Zahra. He doesn't know about anything. If he did he wouldn't have acted so sweet then.' Her subconscious chided in making her relax. 'It was all because those boys were following you. Why did he come to take you from university when it was Haseeb's duty. He migh
And after a short while they both were done eating there food. Irtaza and Zahra both were leaving the resturaunt when her eyes fell on a young boy sitting on the footpath mending shoes. He was a cobbler. Zahra asked Irtaza to buy some food for him and give him some money while Irtaza called his men from the 'curbing child labour' agency and ordered them to support the boy along with his family. Irtaza's heart swelled with pride when Zahra asked to buy the boy food as well. She wasnt like other. She was different and really special to him. While Zahra was surprised that Irtaza had opened centres to support the poor people. She was really impressed. Despite being a heartless mafia don, Irtaza had opened various agencies and centres to help and support the needy and poor people. He knew how miserably poor people are living in this country so he decided to do something for them. They both reached the haveli and he stopped the car infront of the haveli gates. He had spent a good qua
Four days passed in a blur. At last the day arrived. It was today when Zahra and Daniyal will be running away. Right now Zahra was in the car, going towards her university. Only Haseeb was with her as Haya and Dua took a leave today. The whole ride her heart was heavy with a strong feeling of guilt. Last night she had hugged tightly both Dua and Haya as an uncertain feeling of depression loomed over her heart. She was depressed leaving her cousins and also felt sorry for Irtaza but she had no choice other than that. She had also went straight to Irtaza's study, surprising him. She had never been in his study until called by him. And then both of them had talked and talked. Zahra was feeling sad for him and before leaving the study, she gave him a backward glance and uttered a small, 'goodbye' before turning around and saying a small sorry in her heart to him. "When should I come to pick you up?" Haseeb asked. Zahra didn't want to go with any driver and fortunately Haseeb's, Zahra's,
TWO MONTHS LATERThe truth has revealed its cards now. Everything was open and visible to everyone. They knew what happened with Jaha Ara. What Shabbir did. What Agha did. Who was the culprit. And who was the victim. Agha was dead. Haider was dead. Nayab was dead. A month has passed since the demise of Haider. The last time he was found conscious was at the grave of Jaha Ara. They did not know what his last words were but only that woman who rested six feet down the ground. Haider has died of a weak heart. His heart became further weak when he had come to know about the truth of Jaha Ara and when he had realized that Jaha Ara had loved him. At the hospital, near his deathbed had stood there Nayab who had disconnected the ventilator, depriving his unconscious state from oxygen. Nayab was a nurse at the hospital where Haider was admitted. She had always considered Irtaza the reason for what has happened with her family and to avenge on her dead family, she decided to take Ha
As mentioned earlier, Haseeb took Dua back to Pakistan. The whole family was surprised to find the couple there. Her father had stopped everyone from asking any questions from Dua and let her relax so no one pressed her. He did not yet disclose about their nikkah to the family. He was just finding the right time. The right time that would come after knowing the reason behind his grandfather's hand in Dua's escape. Dua did not tell him anything, and he did not press her further as well. He had a hunch that there was something going on. Something heinous which had been kept from the whole family. The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he got. So he stood up and decided to confront Dua on his own again. The haveli was drowning in silence as the night had sprawled in the sky. Haseeb advanced towards Dua's room. Slowly, he turned the handle and entered and found her laying on the bed, turned to her left. Her eyes glimmering under the moon ight. Quiet yet conveyed her emotions.
They considered her as a threat. Both of them. To the legacy of her grandfather. That was why they had her escaped. Shabbir Haider would've sustained the blow of the whole world knowing the truth but his grandsons. Because they were to continue his legacy. He had really worked hard on both of them. And managed to make them as cruel as he had been. Jaha Ara was a thorn in his path which he efficiently plucked out. He wanted the mafia to grown and both his grandsons were his shoulders. If Dua had told them of the truth then an apocalypse would've fallen on him. An apocalypse which his old shoulders won't be able to sustain. His grandsons were his reflection and Shabbir Haider was well aware that what could be done to him by them because he made them what they were now. He had just put-forth these qualms infront of Dua and for the sake of good moments and good memories and the goodness she had noticed in him, she spared him from the wrath of both her brothers. Yet that moment when s
Two years later"What is my name?" His voice, dark, as he directed the question to the shivering soul. His men surrounding him. The cold weather of the States made him wear black long-coat, underneath which he wore, black pants and shirt. And his hands stuffed in his pockets, were covered with gloves. Black gloves. Which he usually wore whenever he'd go to such missions."Ha-haseeb... Haroon... S-syed," the man, on his knees, answered."Good," he sat down."Now tell me where is she?" he asked. "I...I don't know...sir,"And it was the last nail in the coffin as he lost patience. He shrieked out of annoyance and the gun which was in his grasp came down to that man's temple, making blood gush out of his forehead as he fell back."Where the fuck is she?" he asked again, widening his eyes. The man couldn't utter a word as he laid there, shivering. He shook his head to himself before squatting down to his level. His fingers threaded in that man's hair as he made him sit. Boring his eyes
A month.A month has been elapsed but there was no sign of Dua. The sky fell upon the haveli after comping to know of Dua's elopement. Despite trying and utilizing their hundred percent of resources, the trio, Irtaza, Shehryaar and Haseeb couldn't find Dua. She was gone.Gone for good.The day her absence and elopement was confirmed, Irtaza had straight away headed to investigate Zahra. FlashbackZahra was in her room, playing with her little baby girl Jaha Ara while Mujtaba played with a colorful ball somewhere in the room. A maid stood near Zahra to help her if she needed any.Zahra's eyes were sparkling with joy as she held her daughter's little and soft hands who was giving out a toothless smile."Sab sei pyara kaun hai?" she asked, playfully to her daughter, who couldn't understand anything but still gave out a jolly laugh.(Who is the most beautiful?)"Jaha Ara hai," Zahra said, brushing the pad f her forefinger against her little nose.(It s Jaha Ara)When suddenly the door
In the room, Irtaza's grey eyes were struck on his laptop screen as he was working on something. To his left laid Zahra whose small snorts were echoing in the room followed by the tick-tock of the clock.He had been trying to focus but his wife's snorts weren't letting him. It's been half an hour already. Her snorts were too heavy that first he had awaken up from his sleep and despite trying to focus on his work, he couldn't. Sighing, he atlast closed the lid of his laptop and placed it aside before laying down and bringing her closer to him. He scooped her in his arms and it was not long before he nuzzled into her neck. He couldn't resist inhaling her fragrance. It provided him calm.Whenever he would be upset, the only thing that could calm his nerves was her scent. "Senorita," he whispered in her ears, trying to wake her up. She gave no response and continued snorting."Senorita," her name again released from his mouth as his fingers caressed her earlobe."Wha...is..t, Irtaza?"
"Mama! Mama!" Two years, Mujtaba called out at Zahra who was making dinner in the kitchen. He rose his little hands and caught the hem of his mother's shirt as he was trying to stand up.Her eyes moved towards the wall clock as she quickened with her preparations."Gul zaadi!" Zahra called out for one of her maids and she came running."Yes madam?""Please can you take Mujtaba to his room," she said, before squatting down and grabbed the crawling toddler in her arms."What does my beautiful prince want?" she asked, running her finger against his little nose.Mujtaba laughed, opening his toothless mouth and moved his small hands towards his mother's cheek before rubbing his hands against her cheek."Ay! Ay! Ma! Ay" he uttered gibberish but Zahra smiled."Ma's life. Why are you so cute?!" She rubbed her nose against his and kissed his lips before handling Mujtaba to Gul and she took him away as Zahra continued making dinner.Today was Irtaza's birthday and she had decided to surprise hi
At the university, on insistence of her friend she went out for shopping that too without security and she couldn't inform him as her phone's battery was dead and her friend's phone had ran out of balance. She didn't want to go without informing him but her friend was insisting too much. "Hmn?" he slightly raised his brows when she didn't answer. "Out with my friend... to a restaurant," she answered. "And did you inform me?" "I was about to... but my phone ran out of battery" she mumbled the last part. "Then why didn't you tell by using someone else' phone?" he interrogated She couldn't find any answer to that. Her friend was persisting too much and she wasn't able to think straight so she just go with the flow. "And you didn't even take the security along with you?" he asked again, the slight anger was evident in his voice which made her heart skip a beat. "She felt awkward in my guard's presence," she replied, looking down. She knew she was at fault. He walked towards her
4 months later"Irtazaaaaa!" Zahra called out for him from inside the bathhroom."Yes?" he asked, standing infront the mirror getting ready for the office."Umm....actually..." she said, as if contemplating, blush creeping on her cheeks."Yes senorita?" he said, moving towards the restroom. A slight smirk playing on his lips, well aware why she was calling."Actually...""Yes actually?" he smiled."Bathrobe" she replied in one go, "where's my bathrobe. I didn't take any clothes and I know you've it. Give it to me, Irtaza!" she whined, forwarding her hand out of the door.He immediately took her cold hand in his warm ones, giving a kiss on her hand.She turned red."Irtaza...bathrobe""No" he said, leaning against the wall."Irtaza... give me bathrobe or I'll come out and.... huh" she stopped with a gasp on realising what she just said."Oh if that's the case, then I don't know what a bathrobe is. Come out senorita and tell me" he laughed."G acha. Ap ney keh dia aur mei maan gayi. Kal