She stirred in her sleep as a groan of pain escaped her lips. Her whole body was aching badly as if a boulder had wheeled over her and crushed each of her bones.She forced her eyes open and blinked lightly. The place was semi-dark.She attempted to sit up but pain shot through her arm. She touched her bandaged wound and wince. Her eyes darted around the place and it wasn't the room where she was held captive. Slowly everything came back as to what conspired before she lost her consciousness and a chill of terror gripped her form as she abruptly stumbled out of the bed and almost fell because of her hysteria.She breathed heavily as she bumbled to the huge curtains. She roughly pushed them away as bright sunlight fell straight on her making her blind for a second as she blinked rapidly to adjust her sight. She pushed the curtains away fully and stared through the glass wall at the pool. Her netted veil was there floating on the pool."You're up," a heavy raspy voice sounded and she f
Her chin wobbled as she whispered the words out. "I d..didn't kill him..." She gazed at him with those stunning eyes which held mistrust in them."I believe you," He declared. Placing the glass back on the coffee table he walked to the closet, grabbing the first shirt that came in his hand, he wore it because he noticed how uncomfortable she was because of his half nudity. "W...why? A...All of a sudden?" She asked shakily and he sighed.At the same time, the doorbell rang. "Stay here," He said curtly. Glancing at her once he walked out of there to receive the package.As if she could run away in such attire?She stood there still as her gaze bounced around the place to locate her escape routes. If he tried to touch her like last night she would hit him with a huge vase on her right and then she would run for the door and then lock him in his room.She didn't trust him at all. What if he was just toying with her?She was conjuring up the safety precautions when he walked back into th
Hamza was seated in his office quietly when he heard footsteps approaching. There was a light knock on the door before it opened to reveal Farhan. Behind him was Salaar.Hamza flicked his head as Farhan closed the door behind Salaar who walked up to his boss.Hamza had both of his elbows resting on the glass table with his fingers entwined. His gaze was focused on the scratch on the back side of his hand. The claw mark was fresh, she gave it to him last night when he was being barbaric to her.He closed his eyes for a brief second before focusing them on Salaar as Hamza cocked his brow when he found him still standing."Sit," Hamza drawled as the man settled down on the chair in front of him."You asked for me, boss?" Salaar seemed calm and composed.Hamza nodded his head as he took out a box of cigars from the drawer. Taking out a cigar, he focused solely on it as he smoothly cut the head of it before grabbing a lighter, he lit it up and placed the end of the cigar between his lips,
Hamza went to the haveli (mansion). He was tired and drained after listening to Salaar. It was devastating how Zeeshan has done so bad to Hamza's people. For Hamza, all the members of his mafia were like his family and their families were also his responsibility. He was supposed to keep Shiza safe but he ended up hurting another woman in the name of f*cking justice.Akram strutted up to him. "Sir," He greeted his boss as Hamza nodded his head. "How's ami (mom) and Hafsa?" Hamza questioned."Ma'am Hafsa refused to eat anything and Ma'am Batool is with her in Ma'am Hafsa's old room," Akram informed. Hamza raked his fingers through his hair. He has expected that."Bring me some food in Hafsa's room," Hamza said as he strode to her room.Hafsa's and his mom's rooms were on a separate wing whereas his study and room were in the secluded wing of the haveli (mansion).He knocked on the door once before he entered.Hafsa was lying in a fetal position as Batool sat on the sofa to her side with
She asked in that small baby voice and the man looked at him dubiously."S...Sir... please help me. I've been held capt-" Hamza abruptly disconnected the call."How long till the generators get fixed?" He asked the man."Half an hour or so," the man replied and he tsked while hurrying out of there.While cursing under his breath he took two stairs at a time as he ascended the stairs to reach the top f*cking floor.He could've asked his men to get him a new standby generator or something but that would take time.Hooriya woke up when the sky was a darker shade of black. She felt a lot better than before. Her fever was down thanks to those medicines but she got a fever because of that man in the first place. It took her a few seconds to gather herself. Hooriya scanned the room, she waited to hear any sound from the ensuite but it seemed empty. Getting up she slowly ambled into the restroom and indeed it was empty but she was surprised by the luxurious interior of that ensuite. It seeme
Pin drop silence as none says a word. Both of their ragged breathing echoed in grim silence."I see," He rasped. His voice was deep like timber and rough as if reverberating from deep within his chest."H..he is v...very strong. H..he will beat you to a pulp. S...so you better let me go," She threatened him in a shaky voice. She was thankful for the darkness as he couldn't see her trembling hands that clasped the gun."What was his name again?" Hamza asked calmly. This little woman dared to go through his stuff and was now holding his gun against him. Pretty clever of her but she even threw it at him. The nerve of her. Who even does that?"H..Hamza..." She stuttered and he liked how his name sounded so gentle in her voice."Hamza Shah, mhmm." He gave her his full name."Huh?" Hooriya was muddled.She winced, her eyes closing shut and she raised her arm to cover her eyes as the light came back almost blinding her.She tried to adjust her sight and it took her a while. Blinking several
She finally breathed when he stepped out of the car. She didn't realize she was holding her breath because of his proximity. She had her hand on her chest to calm her heart down when all of a sudden the door to her side was pulled open and she barely saved herself from falling out because she was leaning on it. She stared at the man with a parched throat as he moved aside and flicked his head for her to step out.Her eyes darted behind him and she was stunned to see a royal type of restaurant. And the weird fact was, it was open."Come on," He said and she groggily stepped out. And just when he closed the door, she realized her mistake. She forgot to take the gun with her. She could at least run or scream for help while out but in the car, she was just too overwhelmed and scared to be in his closeness. He threw his immobilizer at the valet and started walking into the restaurant. She darted a glance at the street and it was drowned in silence and darkness.With a gulp, she walked af
Hamza woke up as the harsh rays of sunlight fell straight on his face. Why the hell did he forget to draw the curtains last night? The room was icy cold as he liked it that way thanks to the air-conditioner. He lay on his front grabbing a pillow and putting it under his face. He didn't feel like getting out of the bed just to draw the blinds.He checked the time on his phone and it was afternoon. He got back home when the hues of early dawn surrounded the sky. He went through his emails and finally got up to get ready for the day.After a shower, he wore his suit and left his room. He didn't feel like eating as he went to check on Hafsa but she wasn't in her room. Akram informed him that she was with ma'am Batool so Hamza went to meet his mom.Hafsa sat on the bed beside Batool. "Hamza beta (son) come," Batool called him and Hafsa stood up to leave but Hamza blocked her way."I'll be back home early, do you need something? You can do online shopping-" He was saying when she cut him of