They were roaming the streets. Everything was different there from people to their culture. It was new and exciting for Hooriya. She had walked on her own twice so now Hamza was holding her hand; their fingers intertwined as they walked side by side.Whenever she would stop at a stall or a shop to pick something up to look at it or just to see what it was, Hamza would be like, "do you like it?" And she'll be like, "yeah, but-" and he would be like, "pack it up," and she would look at him confused.They were at the seashells bracelet shop and Hooriya didn't touch anything. "What do you like?" He asked and she crossed her arms over her chest to regard him with a stern look. His brows furrowed and his shoulders slumped. "I did something wrong?" He asked almost sadly and she sighed.He was so cute!"I don't like wasting money. So as you're my husband I don't want you to waste money. And," Hamza's heart did a wild pitter-patter when she called him husband."We are not buying everything I t
"Emboodhu Finolhu Island." She drawled. Her greenish-brown orbs glittered with tremendous awe.This villa was so dreamily beautiful. It felt as if it was floating on the water. And the interior. She didn't want to step in there, thinking that she would dirty the place.Posh.Expensive.Heaven. That was what she could come up with after seeing the place where they would be spending a few days.It was obvious, it costs out of her thinking capacity. And the astonishing fact that Hamza had fifty percent of his investment in this resort served as the cherry on top of the cake of her surprises."Do you like it?" Her breath hitched at his sudden proximity. The warmth radiated off his chest as she gulped meekly."I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life," she retorted. Tucking a strand behind her ear just to seem busy.He hummed. The vibration of his chest sent rhythmic shivers down her body."Shall we have lunch?" He enquired and she timidly nodded.Her voice had betrayed her. She
Hamza was wide awake as he lay there with her in his arms. Last night was the best night of his life and there was no doubt about that. He never thought that intimacy could feel so beautiful. He tried his best to stay away from her knowing that she was a distraction. He had only one goal in his life and that was to become the Mafia king of the whole continent. He had his priorities set but then distraction was hurled into his life in the form of Hooriya.A ravishing little trembling pixie who was scared of him. The way she looked at him with her big anime eyes when he would threaten her. She was seductive and innocent at the same time and she didn't even know.He never knew that a distraction would rock the ground of its axis under his feet. She became his life. His goal. His dream. His everything. He couldn't even imagine living without her. Even the slightest thought of her leaving had such unbearable pain clutching his heart in its vicious grip that he didn't know how to make it g
"What would you like to order?" Hamza asked, looking at her expectantly. They've been having breakfast at this restaurant. Hooriya ordered pancakes as Hamza ordered for himself.She was all shy and blushing every time their eyes met and she would immediately lower her gaze. Hamza on the other hand was smiling goofily at everything she says or does.They ate in calming silence and after that, they walked to the nearby market. She insisted that they had already done so much shopping but he wants her to buy more things for herself. If it was up to him he would buy jewels and precious things of the whole world for her.She noticed how he walked at a snail's pace beside her. She knew he was walking slowly for her because he knew she was still in a little bit of discomfort. And his behavior melted her heart into oblivion. She squeezed his hand as he glanced at her and she passed him a sweet smile.He felt the wild thump in his chest as he smiled back at her. Pulling her hand up, he lay a ki
"I missed you both so much," Batool said as she hugged Hooriya before Hamza and kissed Hooriya's forehead whereas Hamza stared at his mom a little taken aback. It was obvious Batool loves Hooriya but to such an extent that she would greet her daughter-in-law before her son but it melted his heart. If anything he wanted was for his mom to be happy with his wife."You are glowing my daughter," Batool beamed as she held Hooriya's forearms. Hooriya blushed, lowering her eyes.Hamza cleared his throat yet Batool was conversing with Hooriya. "Ami, (mom,) you forgot you have a son," Hamza groused and Batool's eyes snapped to him. She let out a chuckle before pulling her son down in a tight embrace as she kissed his forehead. He smiled lovingly at Batool and kissed the back of her hand just the way Hooriya did."You don't love me anymore," Hamza whined and Hooriya smirked at him. "Don't be jealous," Hooriya mused as Hamza scrutinized her, and Batool's eyes twinkled in joy as her wisdom-filled
Cold.Hooriya felt cold seeping into her body through her feet which were on something chilly yet she felt her body burning up in heat as if she was thrown in lava.She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt so heavy. There was a delay in her body's response to her nervous system. Her mind was working fast yet her body was taking too long.A groan of discomfort left her lips as she groggily opened her eyes. She want to scratch her neck, it was parched as if someone had rubbed it with sandpaper. She winced when she tried to move her hands but felt them immobile. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to her surrounding. Her brows furrowed when she was met with an unfamiliar place. It was dimly lit. She stared at the cold tiles under her bare feet. Where were her shoes? She blinked at the lounge and the place was unrecognizable, she didn't know where she was. Was it one of Hamza's penthouses or farmhouse? Her brows shot up when she saw a man sitting on the settee to her right at some d
"Have you lost your mind! Why would I do that?" Hooriya hissed, enraged and he chuckled darkly."I expected that from you so I've already sorted it out. You'll be telling him exactly what I want you to tell him pretty soon. It's just a matter of a few days." He mused."I'm never going to spout such nonsense." She hissed, her voice quivering in the end."You think Hamza would still be looking for you? You were out for a whole night, Hooriya. What he must be thinking? He has so many enemies and he knows what enemies do when they get their hands on your weakness." Waqas said cruelly, splitting her heart into two."You're a bastard!" She screamed, struggling wildly as he laughed."Trust me I won't touch you. I've my eyes set on someone else, she will be here in a few days. Until then you can enjoy your stay here," Waqas said as he got up and walked out leaving her alone with Ghazala standing in the corner keeping an eye on her.The days passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Ghazala was on h
His heart had ceased to beat the moment he heard gunshots through the phone as Hooriya screamed. It was as if someone grasped his heart in a vicious hold and was squeezing the life out of him.He was growling at his men to get the cars out as he grabbed his gun and got into the car putting it to drive.He could hear her crying and his insides churned in anxiety as he sped through the traffic, cutting people off as he maneuvered through the cars on a freeway.Clutching the phone to his ear with one hand. He tried his very best to reach her on time as ten cars were hot on his tail. His men drive through and cut people off just like him.Farhan had already called Salar and asked him to get to the place as he was home so he could reach there faster.Hamza's heart was thumping in his ears and something gripped his soul. It was terror. Raw fear of losing his Hooriya. His knuckle turned white with the force he was holding the steering wheel. "Hoor! Talk to me, Hoor!" He growled but he only