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
She was too stunned to speak. For a second, she thought she heard him wrong but the way his jaw was clenched indicated that he surely said what she heard.She didn't say anything. What was she even supposed to say to that? It was sudden and out of the blue that she didn't know how to respond to it. Her mind was still stuck with the injured kid and his mom. Their blood was all on the road.She breathed in deeply to calm herself down as she blinked twice and looked out of the window silently.Hamza's hold on the steering wheel tightened as her silence played brutally with his heart. This wasn't supposed to be the case. He shouldn't feel like this."Hooriya?" He called her name.She took in a sharp breath and stayed as calm as possible with her gaze solely fixed on the passing trees.He was serious, there wasn't any doubt in that."Jee? (yes)?" She whispered and just a mere small word from her had him breathing deeply."Maine kuch pucha hai, (I've asked you something)," His voice was de
She couldn't sleep the whole night. She couldn't even decipher what was happening in her life. Two men wanted to marry her and both of them asked her on the same night. What more miraculous thing could happen than this?She got up from the bed and did ablution as she prayed in the silence of her room. Raising her hands like a crescent shape in the air and prayed to Almighty Allah to show her the right thing. She wept silently because she felt burdened.She didn't know whom to choose. If Hamza had never asked her about marrying him, she might've said yes to Salaar but now she didn't know what to do anymore.She saw how Hamza was glaring at Salaar when he said something about buying her a phone. Hooriya knew how much Hamza meant to Salaar. For Salaar Hamza was like his elder brother he never had. Hamza brought them out of darkness and gave them new life. It was evident Hamza trusts Salaar so much that was why he let Hooriya live at Salaar's house in the first place but now everything w