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
The door burst open and Salaar barged into the office. Hamza and Farhan both stared at him stunned."Hooriya is missing," Salaar said and both the men's eyes widened as they stared at him shocked."What?" Farhan said."Shiza called. Hooriya went to the nearby store to buy some groceries. When she didn't return even after an hour, Shiza went to check on her and she wasn't there. For the last three hours, Shiza was looking for her in the whole society but Hooriya was nowhere," Salaar said, panicking.The three of them stiffened in fear. The fear has built a root in their souls after what happened to Shiza. "Go look for her," Hamza barked as Salaar and Farhan nodded and dashed out of there.Hamza collected his gun, stuffing it into his pants. He grabbed the car keys and left his office.F*ck!Why wasn't she home yet? And if she wasn't in the society then he was afraid to think she might be in danger. He couldn't help himself as the worst-case scenarios raked his head.He sped the car th
5 years later. She whimpered, feeling something moving inside her. "Ahh," She moaned, feeling a pinch down there. A deep groan caused her eyes to blink open and her blurry gaze collided with the warm obsidian pools that were swarming with lust and need for her as he moved inside her. He thrusts hard making her back arch up as she grips his forearms tightly, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the moans. He kissed her neck as one of his hands fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple as he pounded in her hard and fast as they both came and he rocked her through their pleasure. He plopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, sweetheart," He rasped in his deep morning voice and she smiled covering her body with the sheets, and turned around to face him. It has been six years since their marriage and she still blushes and gets shy under his scrutiny. Hamza didn't know what he had done in his life to deserve her. "Good morning," She whispered, smiling
"H...Hamza," She whispered shyly. "I can do this, you don't have to." She said for the third time. "Just relax, Hoor, and let me do my work." He rasped. They both were in the bathtub naked. She was sitting between his legs as he gently massaged her shoulders and back. Giving kisses on her shoulders once in a while. The water was warm and soothing for her swollen and aching muscles. She stiffened feeling the baby kick. "Hamza, the baby is kicking," She said as he shifted hurriedly. His big warm hand landed on her full nine months pregnant belly as she guided his hand to the spot where she could feel the movement. A huge grin plastered on his lips as his eyes sparkled in joy and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Hoor," He called as she tilted her head to look at him. Grabbing her jaw he kissed her juicy lips. Her lips parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as she panted. His feathery kisses trailed down to her neck and then he
"Hooriya, staff could handle it," Batool said walking into the kitchen."I'm just checking, mom," Hooriya said. She has started calling Batool mom and Batool loves it.Today they have invited everyone over for dinner. A month has passed since Farhan and Salaar's wedding and things were going smoothly. Everyone was happy in their homes."They'll be here any minute. Go get ready," Batool pulled Hooriya out of the kitchen and sent her to her room.Hooriya took a quick shower and wore a new set of clothes as she blow-dried her hair and applied a baby pink lip color.She descended the stairs as Salaar and Haniya had already arrived. She greeted them as they sat in the lounge with Batool.Walking to the dining hall she called Hamza and he picked on the first call. Before she could say anything he was already speaking."I'm on my way, Hoor. On my way. Just ten more minutes and I'll be there. I promise I'll be there on time," He said hurriedly and she sighed."That'll be very considerate of y
Hooriya stared at the mirror as she set her lipstick. Wearing her earrings she twirled around and she looked perfect.Sitting on the couch she slipped into her heels and did the last touch-ups of her makeup. She turned to leave when the door opened only to reveal her husband.Hamza stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glided over her beautiful form draped in a maroon dress that complimented her skin."I don't want to get late, let's go." She mumbled walking over to him."How can you expect us not to be late when you look so ravishing," He grumbled blocking her way as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and jerked her to him.She yelped as her hands landed on his chest. He was wearing black Shalwar Kameez, the traditional wear and he looked so handsome that even she wanted to be a little late."And you look so handsome," She mused, looping her arms around his neck as the tip of her nails caressed his nape.His eyes darkened seeing the naughty look in her eyes.
For the first time in her life, she felt so good and free while dancing. Because the first time she was dancing with her heart.Abruptly her body collided with a hard chest. She lost her footing and was about to fall when steel-like arms wrapped around her waist and she was saved.Hooriya slowly opened her eyes panting heavily as she found obsidian hues peering down at her with an unadulterated need swarming in his eyes.She tried to move back but he didn't let go. Arching a brow at him she jerked back lightly and he loosened his hold as she slipped out of it and casually ambled into his room.Like a lost puppy, he was right behind her.His smoldering gaze roved her body from head to toe as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with raised brows.And next thing he was prowling towards her and before he could capture her she made a dash toward the bed and now they were on opposite sides of the bed."Come here, Hoor." He demanded and she cocked her brow at him."So now y
"What do you think about this?" Hooriya showed a bracelet to Shiza whose eyes sparkled looking at it. "Yes, this would look so good with my wedding dress," Shiza beamed as the staff showed them their latest designs. Hooriya, Shiza, Haniya, and Hafsa were out shopping. Karim along with four other bodyguards were at their back all the time.The girls were out shopping for the wedding.Batool talked with all of them and with Haniya's mother as they chose a perfect date for the wedding.Farhan and Salaar both of them would get married on the same day and the hype of it was too much. The whole Shah haveli (mansion) is buzzing and chirping in joy and happiness. Everyone was preparing for the wedding as only ten days were remaining before all the occasions started.Hamza and Waqas were a pain in the ass for Farhan and Salaar as per Batool's orders, they won't let both the guys meet their woman before the wedding."How's this one?" Haniya asked while showing a ring to the girls and they all
"Where are we going?" Hooriya asked for the third time but Hamza only smirked at her."You'll find out." He mused as she pouted at him.He returned home early from the office and asked her to get ready as they'll be having dinner outside. Hooriya excitedly got ready and wore a beautiful red dress that he bought for her. It was a beautiful maxi that reached her ankles.She did her light makeup. Batool praised her daughter-in-law as Hooriya and Hamza left. Hooriya instructed Akram to give Aunt Batool her dinner and medicines on time."I thought we were going out for dinner," She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at him."Are you hungry?" He asked."Very much," She said truthfully and he chuckled, making her peer at him.Leaning in closer to his side. She caressed his cheek with her fingertips sensually making him inhale sharply as his hold on the steering wheel tightened to the point his knuckles turned white."Hoor," There was a warning in his voice as he passed he
Hooriya wanted to help in the kitchen by washing the dishes but the staff didn't let her and even Batool came, scolding her not to do any work and they walked back into the lounge.Hamza, Hooriya, and Batool said their goodbyes to everyone as Salaar, Shiza, and Haniya left as Salaar would drop off Haniya. Farhan left on his sports bike.Hafsa told them that she was willing to give Waqas a chance and Batool was happy for her daughter. She had prayed so much for her kids to be happy again. Hamza, on the other hand, threatened Waqas that if anything happened to Hafsa or even if he made her cry let it be a single tear, Hamza would kill him, Waqas nodded at him though the threats were scary. He would keep Hafsa like a queen as they both left as well. Hafsa took a small duffle bag with her for now but Waqas insisted that he will buy everything new for her so she didn't need to take her stuff.Hooriya and Hamza spend some time with Batool in her room, Hooriya gives her her medicines as Hamza
"Let go," Hafsa gritted as she tried to free her wrist but Waqas's hold was strong, he didn't let her go. He walked out of the mansion into the backyard where no one was present."I said, let go of me," Hafsa demanded coldly as he finally let her go. And the very next second he stepped closer making her step back. She looked up glaring at him. He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily."What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her."Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest."I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious."You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent."I'm not you