His lips slowly moved against hers, the soft sound of kissing reverberating in the silent atmosphere. He pulled back, brushing the surface of his lips with hers, feeling their crackiness. He was going slow and soft, unlike other times. And then suppressed her lips again by putting his on hers. Her lips getting moulded. There mouth's getting connected. The moment was slow, blissful, like heaven for him. There eyes closed as they both felt the heat and intensity of the moment, encompassing them when he slowly pulled back again, the skin of her soft dry lips still attached with his at some spots before he completely pulled back and her lips completely detached from his as he plopped his weight on his elbows. He looked into her fear-filled eyes, anticipation clouding them. She felt her throat getting clogged with the fear. Her heart pacing fast at an unusual speed. "Calm down, senorita" he whispered, sensing her fear and nuzzled into her soft neck, his beard caressing her neck, "Relax
His eyes stared at hers, he was left bewildered. It was the first time in his life he was this confused. Words refuse to some out of his mouth. Her words hit her straight in his heart. He observed the emotions floating in her brown eyes. Fear. Anticipation. Anxiety. Lack of trust. These emotions danced in her eyes. He deduced it, she didn't trust him, she didn't want to be with him. Her words contrasted with her eyes. She meant when she said, she didn't feel safe around him. And why would she? After what he has done to him, no one would. He still denied it, shifting his stare from her one iris to the other, his eyes moving between her eyes. And he felt disturbed. Her brown orbs depicted her nervousness not her comfortability around him. This immediately caused a pang in his heart, he felt his heart beat getting escalated, his throat getting constricted. What was that feeling? He closed his grey eyes taking in a deep breath, as he was not able to stand that mistrust towards
"Was that fucktard able to shoot her or Irtaza?" Khurram osmani asked him on the phone. "No, he failed." the man told. "Bastard. How's that possible!" "Irtaza reached there on time and shot him before he could shot Zahra" "What's the damn situation?!" "The other two are now shifted to the warehouse near the airport." "Can you do the same fucking thing with Shoaib now?" "No, that warehouse is heavily secured, the number of guards has increased and CCTV cameras are fitted their. Its not possible. Irtaza is being more vigilant now, its not easy to outwit him" "I fucking now. He is so damn fucking clever. I don't know. I want him dead somehow. This consignment shipping has to cease, you listen me, otherwise we all will be doomed with the amount of power he'll get from the Russians and the Irish's" "He is coming to Dir by the end of this week, you can finish him then" "Ah, what a piece of news. Why you didn't tell me this before, fucktard?!" Khurram cussed again, one of his habit
Her headache was now increased tenfold, her every brain cell hurt, her eyes hurt and she didn't want to go back to kitchen, more like she didn't want to encounter him again. He was a maestro in making her heart to beat run a mile a minute. "Ah" she suddenly moaned, her headaches were always severe and now she didn't has enough energy to stand up and make coffee for herself, neither she wanted to bother a maid to make it for her, it was so early in the morning. They might not have woken up. She opened her eyes and tried to divert her attention somewhere so atleast for some time she could not feel the headache. She looked around and observed the room which was in an apple pie order. Everything at its place. The room was very spacious, big enough than her previous one but these luxuries didn't matter to her at all and this thought still bothered her alot that why Irtaza changed her room and why he is being lenient with her? His soft attitude rose many questions in her mind to which she
He had skipped the office that day because he wanted to spend more and more time with her. He like her presence around him, it made him feel a bit humane. It provoked a weird frenzy inside him making adrenaline rush in his veins. He liked everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her voice, her fragnance. Everything. All the day, they both had spent most of the time in kitchen with Irtaza telling him how to cook chicken karahi. She had told her that she didn't know how to make it while they were conversating on something and then he simply led her to the kitchen, his chef mode turning on. He asked her to cook while he will be instructing her. Initially, she was nervous because of his gaze on her but slowly she got acquainted to it and then cooked like a pro while he instructed her. He was a strict person, when it comes to teaching. And she being careless as ever was always about to burn her fingers when he pulled her hand back, saving her from getting burn. For a moment, she forgot
His jaw was clenched, one of his hand forming a fist and his lips formed a thin line. He couldn't digest the fact that Daniyal held her hand. It enraged him suddenly. She immediately stood up from the chair and begin to back away, her hands on her mouth. "I...I'm sorry" she uttered backing away. "Get back to the table Zahra" his voice a bit coarse. "No!" she shrieked, "don't hu..rt me ple..ase, Irtaza. You'll pun..ish me again" Her words suddenly hit him, deep. Again that feeling surfaced up that she didn't trust him. And the fact that it was the first time she took his name, almost the first time, it brought a contentment to his heart. This thought was enough to cool down his rage. His anger begin to detoriorate and he took a deep breath to calm himself. After a minute or two, he stood up and she shrieked, backing away to the wall. With two strides, he was infront of her. He rose his hand which made her close her eyes, ready to recieve that hit but it never came. Rather it was a
She ran short of words suddenly. It was so hurtful for her that she played with his feelings, it really was. And she was truly sorry for that. Truly, truly sorry. Sorry for thousandth time, umpteenth times. She just had a word ' sorry' for playing such a low game with him, and for whom, that Daniyal? Who asked his brother to harass her? Who lured him in his trap? What Irtaza did was his attribute, he reflected his own self. Whatever he did was on him. Though, he had punished her too for playing with his feelings but still it didn't remove that guilt from her heart. She didn't know why. She was a very kind hearted person, hurting someone physically was another thing but hitting someone's weak point was something she never expected from herself. It made her loathe herself. It still made her feel guilty even that guilt was never removed from her heart, at first place. "Answer senorita" "I...I.." she wanted to utter a sorry but her guilt didn't let her. "I've an honest answer now." "I
She was in his office, sitting at the sofa while he was indulged in his laptop, extremely attentive to whatever the work he was doing. In the morning, after the breakfast, he had told her to get ready as he would be taking her somewhere. She was confused and asked him about the place but he denied, replying, 'you'll know'. In the car, he suddenly recalled that Moosa was coming to meet him today at his office so he had to turn the car towards his office, taking Zahra with him. At the office, he had called a surprised meeting of the head of all departments and Zahra had noticed the change in his posture when he addressed her and when he addressed others. He looked so dominant and menacing while presiding over the meeting and she could feel the atmosphere getting thick whenever any mistake was pointed out by him. They all were acting like scared rabbits by his single glare. Just one single glare and there heart had almost forgotten how to beat for a moment They all were so intimidated by
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