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
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.
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
"Papa wake up! open your eyes!!" she cried wholeheartedly in front of the lying corpse. "Mama look at him!! wake him up!! he will wake up Please wake him up," she turned towards her mother who looked almost lifeless showing her state of stupor. "Papa! my papa! Don't leave me alone. What I'll do without you?" Her eyes were red and her whole form was shaking with her sobs. The whole room was filled with her desperate pleas and cries. Last night, she had dinner with her father, and in the morning he was no more. He died due to a heart attack, The reason for his heart attack was the constant stress and hypertension which increased the blood pressure and eventually myocardial infarction. "It's time for the Janaza(funeral)" her cousin, Daniyal spoke from behind which made her cling to his father's dead body like her life was dependent on it. "No!! No! He is alive!! No!! I won't let him go! Please don't take him!!" Her aunt moved forward to help her to get off of her father's body and wi
People walked past him with their gazes held down and meekly greeting him. He only gave a curt nod to them and continued walking towards his lift. His domineering aura had them go past him fast as they could and try their best, not to match his eyes. Their heartbeat got erratic in his presence and they walked with their blood-pumping organ almost jumping into their throats. Nobody knew whose last day could it be at their work, their small mistake could lead them to a level of humiliation they never knew ever existed. After all, their CEO had his hawk-like calculative eyes on everyone but you would never know when he would be observing you. He got to his lift and hit the top floor button, where his office resided. On reaching there, he saw his second in command, Yawar, standing in front of his office door, delved into conversation with someone, unaware of the fact that he also stood there. He rested his eyes for a few moments on the man whom Yawar was walking before looking away. He
Here she stood again yet this time not with her husband but with her only daughter. She never in a million years thought that one day she'll have to return to the same place which abandoned her husband only because of marrying her. Flashback "Mujtaba, I am nervous, I don't think your father will accept me" Both of them stood outside the haveli gates, ready to enter before she stated her assumption. "I am with you Ammara, I am with you, You need not worry yourself" He assured her. "But.. he asked you not to marry me, Why would he accept me now?" "Ammara you are a very virtuous and upright woman. He does not know you yet but when he would recognize the real you, he will accept you." he held her hand and lightly caressed it to relieve her. "Now come on, we should go inside," They moved towards the haveli gates, the large gates opened and let them in. She looked around to analyze the haveli and her mouth hung open. The haveli certainly was so lavish. She never had been to such a be
After passing through the lawn, their footsteps halted and they stood in front of a large brawny door that led into the house. Both of them were nervous. Amarra was nervous because if they were rejected from this place they'd probably have no place to live. She was utterly worried for her daughter. And Zahra was nervous because her subconscious kept signaling about something havoc. Moreover, she does not want to let anyone humiliate her mother. She knew her grandpa wouldn't accept her mother and let them live here easily. They had to pass through a great ordeal to live here. Ammara's hands reached for the doorknob. She stared at the same door knob which once Mujtaba had turned so they both could enter. A feeling of disbelief coursed through her. Was she really standing here again? Was her husband really gone? And she won't meet him ever? Their happily ever after was so short-lived. So short-lived that it choked her and brought tears to her eyes. Zahra was quick to be on her si
"I'll be announcing it at the dinner, meanwhile my servant will guide you both to your rooms" He called Ghulam Ali, his servant from the intercom to his study and within minutes he was here leading them outside the study towards their respective rooms, which his master has assigned to them. Zahra kept thinking about the cruelty of his grandfather. She surely saw the glint of sadness in his eyes but then why was he putting up a facade? Why had he humiliated her mother? Moreover, what condition would he want to put up? The door to the study opened but her head was bent down, engrossed in her thoughts when suddenly she smashed into a hard wall. Scowling, she slightly scratched her forehead to lessen the pain. The wall was a bit too hard for her liking. Two sleek black boots came into her sight and her eyes widened. 'It was not a wall. It was...was a man. What??!' She slowly looked upwards and saw a young man standing right in front of her. His height was tall with a well-built body