They both were now in the car driving back to his mansion, she was awake now. A sudden sadness settled inside her on thinking that she has to go back to that hell. Even its been just a day there that place was being more than hell to her. Her deepest fear has came true. She is all alone, with no one to help her there. "Remember what I had told you last night?" Irtaza asked grabbing her attention. She blinked several times, trying to find the purpose behind his words. Minutes passed but she was confused, what she should answer? "Hmn Zahra? Do you remember?" he asked again, urging her to answer, while taking a turn to left. His eyes fixed on the road. "Yes, I rem...ember" she replied, her voice meek. "Then repeat what I had said" "You said th..at I'm not allow...ed to do any...th..ing with...out yo...ur per...mission." she stuttered, her heart beating fast as if it will pop out of her chest any moment. Worst scenarios begin to accumulate in her mind. "Good so what were you saying
The bright sun rays illuminated her face. Its sharp light brightened her closed eye lids waking her up from sleep. Her eyes opened slowly and she woke up. She yawned and sat up, streching her arms. She got out of the blanket, whilst yawning, her brain still not recovered from the sleep. She moved towards the washroom when a jingling sound entered her ears, she took two to three steps more when a sudden tug on her ankle stopped her in middle of the room. Her half opened eyes moved downwards towards her ankle and she saw her ankle tied in chain and. That was then every memory from last night hit her like a truck. Everything from the start, from that horrible night to last night flashed in her brain and her eyes opened widely as reality hit her. She was in his mansion, in his house. And this chain, he had locked her foot, last night. What? Tears brimmed in her eyes. She was chained like an animal. She was caged. Caged by him. She moved towards the bed and sat on it. She looked to
She moved towards his room, her heart thumping fast in her chest. The maid had came in after he hung up the call and opened the lock, accompanying her to his room. She was afraid for the reason he called her. Anticipation enveloped her mind making her breathing fast. On reaching his room, she knocked on the door and heard a coarse 'come in' from inside. She slowly entered inside the door creating a creaking sound and found him sitting on the sofa. Her eyes met the glass of wine on the table which told her he has been drinking. "Come here" he said, patting on the sofa, telling her to sit by his side. She gulped. Her eyes were widened as she moved towards there and sat next to him. "I want to show you something" he announced, his voice cold. Something had pissed him off, she could feel it. He took the phone from the table and played a video, showing it to her. And her eyes protruded out when they fell on the video playing infront of her. Her breath hitched. What? "Daniyal" she w
On reaching there, she found her lying on the floor, fainted. She was trying to go for the door, her hair disheveled. He moved towards her and squatted down. Her face was tear streaked. "Fuck" he cussed and screamed for the maids which abruptly came in. He demanded the key of the chain from them and after getting it he unlocked her ankle, carrying her in his arms towards his room. Placing her on the bed, he called a servant. "Where the fuck is the doctor?" he demanded. "Sorry sir, he has taken a leave today" he replied, his head bowing down. "Get the fucking car out right now!" he instructed and then carried her in his arms, towards the car, laid her down on the back seat and got it into the car as the driver drove it towards the hospital. The sky was roaring and it was raining heavily. Her head was in his lap. He analysed her face, her body was cold, her lips were cracky. She saw slight red bruises on her ankle due to the chain when his eyes fell on her hands and he took them
"How do you know Haseeb?" Suddenly, the sharp striking dominant voice resonated in the dining room and everyone's eyes snapped towards, him, Shehryaar, who was standing by the door, a girl standing beside him. There questioning eyes landed on the girl and his questioning eyes landed on Haseeb. They all were appalled. Her big grey eyes, slender nose, pink lips, snow white skin and her pitch black hair. They all looked too similar to Jahan ara, his late mother. 'How can you do this to me?' she thought. "Who is this beautiful girl Shehryaar?" his grandmother asked. "She is Sheharzaad, my fiance to be" he announced, answering to there questioning glares. "Assalam alaikum" she greeted everyone and they replied. "Come daughter sit" she said and after that they settled on their chairs, Sheharzaad next to Shehryaar and Zahra next to Irtaza while the seat next to Moosa was empty. "I will take an interview of you both but first start eating." Her grandmother announced, curious to know w
They both rushed towards the hospital. Her legs shivering, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she moved towards the room where she was admitted. Her family gathered outside the door, surrounding the doctor. Zahra rushed towards the doctor, grabbing his attention. "What's the condition of my mother? Is she fine now?" "She had been through a shock and her body couldn't bear the stress due to which her glucose and blood pressure lowed causing a nervous breakdown" the Doctor informed. "What?" she whispered, her eyes widening. "When she will be conscious again?" Her uncle asked. "Anytime soon but it totally depends upon the stress. Pray that she gets conscious soon otherwise we would have to connect food pipes to provide her nutrients. The more her consciousness delays, the more will be the threat to her life." he apprised when the nurse called him over as he went to attend an emergency case. Her grandmother, her uncle, Asma and Saif were their while the rest of people in the
Shoaib was sitting on the bench in the hospital, outside the room where his sister, Nayab was getting treatment. The fact, 'as you sow so shall you reap' became a reality for him today and he has nothing in his hands other than regret and guilt. Daniyal has been missing, for two weeks, there wasn't any sign of him. Last time when he left the home, he informed everyone that he has some important work to do as he is going out of station but Shoaib knew that he is going to the haveli. But after that day, Daniyal never came back, also when he saw the pictures of the wedding of famous business tycoon Irtaza Haider Syed with her cousin Zahra Mujtaba Syed, fluctuating on the media, he inferred that something had happened to Daniyal and he was not able to run along with Zahra but he couldn't decipher it. He tried and tried but he couldn't find Daniyal. His sister, Nayab was raped. She had been hospitalised since a week, her condition was serious. The fact, 'as you sow so shall you reap'
"You did not fine me worthy enough to tell me that my brother has forced you into this marriage." Dua snapped. "Also I didn't expect that from you that you can stoop so low, just to gain your lover by your side you played with my brother's emotion. Only for once, just for once if you had discussed the whole matter with me I had helped you in every possible way to get out of this forced marriage Zahra but what you did? What you did Zahra? What the fuck you did? Keeping my brother's action aside, how can you do that to someone, leave this thing that he is my brother. How can you do that to anyone Zahra? I considered you a very nice girl inside out, with a pure heart but my assumptions about you were certainly wrong. I didn't want to be closer to a girl who plays with other emotions, who find it so easy to crush someone's feelings only to get what she wants." Dua ranted and Zahra just looked at her with wide teary eyes. Her words were hitting her heart like a dagger. "And you know Zahr
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