It was late at night but sleep was far too away from her. She sat on the floor with her back resting on the bed, her knees were pulled to her chest as she stared at the wall in grim silence, after every few seconds her vision blurred and she had to blink to get rid of the tears.How easy it was for him to think that she liked performing in front of all the men.She hated it.Anything that was forced on her, she hated that but he didn't know. All he knew was to judge her.Hooriya didn't ask Sonia to sell her off back to the brothel. Hooriya had heard Sonia talking to the Maalik (boss) that same night when Hooriya stayed at her place. Hooriya was shocked, it was a brutal betrayal to her. This was a hard blow for her, reminding her cruelly that she has no one in this world. Hooriya immediately ran away from Sonia's house. But Sonia was right after her.Hooriya couldn't afford to get caught so she ran with all her might not even caring that the prickling stones were piercing her bare fee
It would've been a lot easier if she was willing to take his help. He didn't have to buy her like that every night. But then again if he had helped her she would've preferred going to a friend or precisely living alone on the streets. She didn't trust him one bit. He wanted her to be willing to take his help and stay in a safe place. It seemed now she had finally decided to accept his help.He didn't know what he was supposed to say to her. Should he tell her about Salaar and Shiza but then will she live with them knowing because of them she was blamed and held captive? It was better to not tell her about this.Hooriya sat on the passenger seat stiffly. Her heart was thumping in her ears. This was the third time she was with him in the car and it was as scary as the first time. Her heart trembled in her chest when she recalled how they were about to die, the car moving in circles, and then how he forcefully kissed her. Chills ran down her spine as she recalled it. Her body on its own
Hooriya looked around her room. There was a single bed in the middle and a cupboard against the right wall. A study table was set in the corner. A dressing table. A couch to her left and there was a big window on the front wall. The room was elegant and spacious compared to her room back in the brothel. Hooriya slid his coat down her arms as she draped it over the chair. She ambled to the dressing table and stared at her reflection in the mirror.Her hands on their own went to her waist as she touched it slightly only to wince in pain.She pulled the material of her shirt up and her chin trembled at the sight of a big dark purple bruise on her skin. It has been days, the bruising was still there. She slowly pulled the zipper of her back down only to reveal more bruises that litter her back. It bruised this badly because Hunain had kicked her while wearing his boots, the heel of it had caused more damage.She heard a sharp intake of breath and she abruptly pivoted around. Her wide eye
Hooriya padded into the kitchen hesitantly. She woke up early in the morning. Had a shower and changed her clothes. Last night she slept very late. Her mind was thinking of so many things before she finally scummed to darkness.Shiza was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Noticing eyes on her, she turned around to find Hooriya standing in the doorway."Did you sleep well?" Shiza asked as she cut the fruits. "Yes, thank you," Hooriya said as she ambled up to Shiza. "There's no need to thank me," Shiza smiled at her."I want to help," Hooriya said hopefully and Shiza was about to deny but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, she agreed. "Here," Shiza moved aside and Hooriya washed her hands before she took her place in cutting the fruits. "How many parathas for you?" Shiza asked and Hooriya looked at her a little stunned. "One please," Hooriya replied. Her heart warmed up. Just last night she thought about cooking with Shiza and here she was. "Wese (well), how old are you?" Shi
Hamza stood leaning against his car. His hands were tucked in his pocket casually as he gazed at them. He was donning a crisp white button-up shirt with black slacks. Expensive black shoes. His hair was gelled back smoothly. He looked like a rich businessman.She dropped her gaze as they got closer. "Asalamu Alaikum (Hello), Hamza Bhai (brother)." Shiza smiled at him.He nodded at her. Hooriya was about to greet him but she kept her lips sealed in a thin line. He didn't answer Shiza. That was rude."Salaar is busy so I came to pick you both," Hamza said in that deep voice of his as he motioned at them to get in the car. Hooriya who was not meeting his gaze as she noticed that the girls standing near the gate were gaping at them.Before Shiza could move, Hooriya immediately got in the back seat so Shiza had to sit in the passenger seat.Hamza clicked his tongue and he knew she did it purposely. He got into the car and set the rearview mirror in a way that he could easily see her.He
He stood there watching her in silence. His body reacted on its own, before he could comprehend he was walking toward her.He stood right behind her, so close that he could inhale her rosy scent. His eyes lingered on the nape of her neck. Her skin was flawless.He didn't realize when he placed his hand on the counter and then in the blink of an eye she let out a shrill scream that pierced through his eardrums causing him to stumble a step back as he pressed his ear lightly to cause less damage.Hooriya swirled around while screaming at the top of her lungs when she found him standing there with wide shocked eyes. She abruptly shut her mouth and swallowed down the rest of her scream.She opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she had just come face to face with a heart attack.She abruptly turned around and strutted towards the sink. She opened the faucet and washed her hands hurriedly before drying it with a dishcloth.It was just him.
Hooriya locked her door and lay down on the bed but she wasn't sleepy. Her mind continued to play Hamza's words like a reel.He made her so flustered.This was not right. He was not supposed to be so casual with her like that. There had to be some boundaries that he shouldn't cross.Getting up she walked to the closet and took out his suit jacket which she had kept safe with her.She stared at it for a brief minute before she draped it on the chair and walked back to the bed.He never asked for it back but then again, he didn't come here in all those days. Right now she didn't feel like going out of the sanctuary of her room just to return his jacket to him. What if he cornered her again and said weird things? Leaving the room would be a bad idea. She could simply give his Jacket to Salaar the next morning and ask him to return it to Hamza.Hooriya lay there on the bed but she kept thinking about his behavior and just like that slowly sleep consumed her.It was in the middle of the ni
"Salaar, what do you call a person who loses a bet?" Farhan asked."A loser," Salaar replied nonchalantly, completely unaware of Hamza who was pissed at Farhan.For the past few days, Farhan has made it his mission to irritate the crap out of Hamza.He has been doing this shitty stuff and taunting him indirectly nonstop. Of course, Hamza lost the bet but Hamza didn't care the least bit about it."I'm thinking of buying a heavy bike," Farhan said and Salaar raised a brow at him."Go ahead," He said."Hamza is going to buy me one," Farhan mused and Hamza gave him a stink eye.Salaar looked between both of them one by one and then his brows furrowed and then realization dawned on him."No f*cking way. Boss could never lose a bet to you," Salaar said oh so confidently causing Farhan to burst into laughter. "Oh, but he did." Farhan mused cockily causing Hamza to glare daggers his way."Fine! Shut the f*ck up! I'll buy you a bike but you'll keep your f*cking mouth shut," Hamza growled whil