Without thinking much Hooriya turned around and dashed for the glass door. Luckily it was unlocked as she swung the door open and turned to close it so she could lock herself outside but a veiny hand slammed on the door, stopping it from closing.Her eyes whipped up as her gaze met with his cold ones. With a low cry, she pushed her whole weight against the door trying to close it but he effortlessly placed his foot between the door and forced it open causing her to stumble back.She steadied on her feet. Her eyes fixed on the beast in front of her as she stepped back with each of his steps toward her.Her heart was pounding in her ears as she noticed him undoing the second button of his shirt. Unintentionally her eyes darted down and she could see his muscles through his see-through shirt which was wet because of the rain. She didn't realize but the rain was again pouring down on them."S...stop..." She stuttered and he tilted his head. His eyes raked over her form from head to toe.H
Moving away from her he settled down on the bed and placed his elbows on his thighs raking his fingers through his wet hair before rubbing his face as he sighed.What was he doing? Has he lost his mind? Shaking his head he tipped his head to gaze at the girl. She lay there vulnerable to his eyes.He stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. He paused, his gaze fluttering over her form. He noticed her fading henna-tinted toes and then he saw scratches and little blood on her little pink soles. Her feet were so small.He noticed that her long skirt had moved up to her knees with all her struggle denuding her calves. His eyes lazed on the dark-colored anklets around her dainty ankles. He had the urge to touch her legs.His gaze worked up to her waist and he gazed at her belly piercing. The jewel that dangled from the piercing shined. A few inches of her taut stomach were on display and then he noticed the perfect swell of her breasts, her chest moved up and down with her breaths.She
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