"Zahra, I want to talk to you" "Yes" she replied as they both sat down on the couch. "Are you fine Zahra? I couldn't talk much with you that day" "Yes. I'm" "Irtaza bhai is fine with you now?" "Yes he is. He took good care of mine" "That's really nice to know. I'm glad everything is now at its place now. But you look a bit disturbed?" "No. Not at all" "You do Zahra. Is there something bothering you?" "Kind of. I've been feeling restless, since Irtaza left. As if my sixth sense is signalling me that something bad is going to happen" "You're worrying yourself, uselessly, Zahra. He'll be come back home, safe and sound. Its just a four day mission" "What is that mission Haseeb?" "He had some deals with the international mafia. It was regarding the transportation of some drugs but his enemy has suddenly got active due to which he himself decided to look after the smuggling" "That sounds dangerous" she commented. "What enemy?" "The terrorist group. They are strongly against Irt
"Is everything fine between you and Irtaza?" her mother who came to her room, asked. "Yes" "Does he take good care of yours?" "Yes" "Zahra," her mother's voice dropped a bit, as if she was about to discuss something important and Zahra's eyes moved towards her. "Yes?" "I hope you didn't tell Irtaza about the whole harassment thing?" "No mama. I didn't" "That's good to know. I don't want your relationship with him, to be affected by your past. Possessiveness resides in the nature of men and if he comes to know that his woman was involved with another man or another man is involved with his woman, then he lights up the whole world with fire. The fire which burns both the culprits." "But mama I wasn't involved with Shoaib" "But you were with Daniyal, Zahra!" "What if Irtaza came to know about this mama?" "That is why I'm asking you not to play with fire, Zahra. If he came to know then there will be apoclaypse. On the top of that, he is in mafia. You don't how horrible they tur
"That's weird""Agreed""Literally. But I don't feel anything. That's way too much weird""Yeah it is""Yes what?""Yeah Dua. You're right""HASEEB ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING ME?" she roared suddenly causing him to stop the song which he was listening and took off his ear buds."Why you screaming? I was agreeing all the way with you.""I was telling you something and you ain't even listening that?""I told ya, you're right.""Listen to me, first" Dua scolded and then again placed her ankle on her knee. "Look, I've a tracker installed in there. Isn't this weird?" she said, analysing her ankle, looking at it closely."Yes. It is""There's a micro chip in there. And I don't even feel it" her eyes stilled on her ankle as if it was the most mesmerizing thing ever."Yes""I wonder why that tracker doesn't bother me""Yes""Yes what?""Yes"She looked up again and found his eyes closed and him vibing with the music instead of listening her. She hated it whenever someone didn't pay heed t
"Irtaza and Moosa bhai have been abducted, by the terrorist group, yesterday" He announced, addressing every member of the haveli. The second his words came to halt the whole place was a hue and cry."Wait, what .. how?""How is it possible?"Everyone was stunned and couldn't come to terms with the fact that Irtaza might be in danger."They got to know about his location because his sim was acitivated and he was on call with someone for more than 2-3 minutes which gave them enough time to access him and the direction they headed to. They could'nt defeat him on land so tracked his fucking cell phone and now I have no fucking clue where they could be at this moment." Shehryaar said, rage clearly evident in his tone, fist clenched. He was trying hard to maintain his composure. It was only the rarest moments when he lost his usual self.While everyone 's voice muddled in commotion, Zahra stood there silent as if ground slipped under her feet. She closed her eyes, her mind cluttered, regre
Six days passed but there was no update on Irtaza. Shehryaar by now commanded over the haveli in place of Irtaza as the sardaar. He was controlling all the mafia dealings now, practically the new mob boss. The search still stood there but they had found immense amount of dried blood in that area which matched with Irtaza's. He was declared dead in a statement released by the terrorists but still Shehryaar didn't back off.Zahra would try to approach him ands ask about Irtaza's well being but the reply she got did nothing to calm her restless heart. Everyone did their daily normal but one could detect that with passing time the light at the end of tunnel seemed to diminish along with their hopes.Zahra's state was similar, she felt nothing inside, this feeling of hollowness consumed her. Whenever this question popped inside her tht she loved him? No voice would come inside from her. She was quiet.She knew, there relationship had not reached that point where she can claimed to love him
Shot!Shot!Shot!A storm of bullets whistling through the benzene-grey sky. Men were groaning and yowling as the ground became greasy with gore. The effluvium of death all around, the battlefield had been baptised in blood and the bitter, mordant smell of corpses emanated from it. The two men surged forward, the wind screamed and slashed at their faces but there was no stepping back from either side.His grey eyes narrowed and he swiftly toward his left and shot straight in the attackers forehead leaving a bloodied hole there."Irtaza others are coming from your end" said Moosa, sweat stung his eyes like tiny drops."Let them" replied Irtaza and looked him in the eye. Moosa knew then, they were inviting there own death. Irtaza was in his now or never mode which was relentless, which always caused mass destruction.Greeted by a two pairs of guards who failed to react to the shots aimed at them by Irtaza. More came to join their fallen comrades. Bullets teared through the air and scarr
"How did you know that they would listen to you and increase the amount of ransom" asked Moosa while driving and looking at the rare view mirror to find that Shehryaar's search teams have joined them on the national highway."When we were taken into the warehouse I was not completely knocked out like you. I overheard one of the terrorist saying that they must keep us alive for Osmani. And I knew about the origins of Talibans. These men worked for D. Order 1 initially but due to internal politics and intrusion from porous borders the order got divided in two prominent barrel of monkeys . One acquired physical control over the headquarters and others dispersed with heavy but less armaments. The ones who attacked belonged to the second as the relied on Khurram osmani for their revival. This gave me their rein. Remember the first lesson of manipulation that money, love and patriotism can change anyone's character. That's what I did' said Irtaza looking outside the window.Irtaza had quest
Zahra's eyes opened slowly. Her blurry vision wasn't able to recognize her surroundings. Her head was exploding with pain as if someone had hammered her numerous times. She closed her eyes again and tried to move her hands but she couldn't. A severe pain was shooting from her left ankle as if someone had stabbed her there. Her limbs were shackled, she couldn't move at all. She tried to scream but her throat was croaky and only a mere whisper left her lips.Through her half opened eyes, she could just figure out a few things. The place was similar to a basement, only a bulb hung from the ceiling was the source of light. She heard voices from far away. It wasn't far but the chaos going inside her mind unabled her to register anything properly."She is a fine piece" the man muttered to someone."She definitely is. Irtaza hasn't fallen in love with her just like that" Another voice answered. She knew it, it was of Amman."Have you removed the tracker?""Yes. I have. Now they can't even ha
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