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She has angel's eyes,Trapped soul, and, Shattered wings.Hooriya. A 21-year-old, professional dancer. Born and raised in a brothel. A beautiful soul with a heart of gold. She was surviving the shambles of her life. No family, no loved ones. Just a plain life where she was forced to crush her conscience and modesty, and dance in front of rich landlords just because she was born into this life. It was all good until her dignity was safe. Until she was untouched.But life rhymes, but not the way we want it to rhyme.A rich man showed interest in her. He asked for her one night but when he got to know she didn't sell her nights, he opted to claim her with force. And she retaliated in defense. This small act to save herself brought her into the clutches of the vicious man.Hamza Shah.He was all seven of the deadly sins.Hamza Shah,A, 29 years old ominous monster. A heartless man with piercing obsidian eyes that sends chills down her spine. He is a killer and a sinner with no remorse.
The dirty floor was ice cold as she bundled her feet in her ghagra (long fancy skirt). Her skin was freezing as she rubbed her arms for some warmth. The back of her nose tickled but she refused to cry. She prayed to God to save her from his lethal clutches. She wasn't even at fault. Her life was already miserable but she was coping up until now. She didn't want to be the ruins of this storm.She was whacking her mind over and over again but ended up with nothing. Her heart jostled and lurched to her mouth when the door burst open with such vicious force that it banged against the wall and made a loud menacing noise that crashed through the tense air.She stumbled to her feet, her legs already trembling in fear when her eyes met with the dark intense ones of her captor.This time he didn't start with a verbal inquiry. Instead, he opted straight for her, prowling towards her like a crazed beast who was ready to rip her soul apart.Her eyes darted to the open door over his shoulder. Ru
"Next is your turn," Maalik (master) said as the girl nodded her head. She was sitting quietly on a chair in the makeup room. Hooriya stared at her henna-clad hands, the maroon color stood out on her pale skin. She was donning a gorgeous long fancy skirt with a blouse, it was heavily embellished. The work on it was expensive.She was their most thriving pawn. The girls who were dancing now were just a start, Maalik (master) loves to make his customers wait before dropping the bomb on them and Maalik's bomb was none other than Hooriya. The dancer everyone awaits to get a glimpse of.She had lived her whole life in a brothel. She was allowed to study till twelfth grade. After that, she was made to work as a maid at the brothel. The dance teacher there taught her dancing and with time she was known in the brothel as the most graceful dancer. The first time she performed, she already snatched the hearts of many men.Maalik was the proudest. He had told her countless times, that when she w
Hooriya took a long shower to relax. She looked dull and worn out, if Maalik saw dark circles under her eyes, he would go mad. She didn't have breakfast because she wasn't hungry. She did her makeup and hair for today's mehfil (gathering). Changing into a heavy ghagra choli (long skirt with blouse) she was ready for the day.She quietly trekked out of her room. With her head bowed down, she immediately passed through the dimly lit corridors, taking the stairs until she reached the main hall where Maalik was waiting for her.Other girls were also there with whom she had to perform. Today she had to dance at three gatherings. Maalik stood up and strode past her to the front door when there was a loud bang and the big doors burst open.Everyone gasped and a few of the girls shrieked as everyone stepped back, their eyes wide as they goggled at the number of men dressed in black; crowding in the place."What is happening here?" Maalik asked in anger as one of those guys walked further. He
The door was knocked once before it opened to reveal Akram, the butler of the haveli (mansion)."Madam is requesting your presence, Saab (sir)," Akram said in a respectable voice as Hamza sighed. "I'll be there," he said as the butler nodded his head and left his room.Hamza closed the file he was working on. His documents were still scattered on the bed, he shut his laptop and left his room.He gently knocked at the door and heard a light come in, he ambled in and a soft gentle smile adorned his lips as soon as he saw his mother opening her arms for him.He crouched down on the floor beside his mother's chair and the elderly woman caressed his hair, a beautiful smile on her lips as she gazed at her son with pride and love."Mera sher, (my tiger)," His mother, Batool Shah patted his shoulder lovingly as the most feared mafia man became soft for his mother. He placed his head on her lap as she caressed his shoulder. He felt peace in his mother's embrace."You don't have any time for yo
He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. His eyes darted around the room which was dimly lit, he noticed her precisely when her anklets made a sound, and his head whipped in her direction.For a second he thought Farhan abducted a bride but then he recalled she was a dancer as well. Must be leaving to earn more money and kill a few guys when Farhan brought her here.He came to a pause right in front of her. Her face wasn't much visible but he cared less. He asked her who she was working for and damn. She was an excellent actor.As soon as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, he was surprised by its softness. Her hands were small as they landed on his chest. She smelled like roses. Her voice was small and timid. The girl was trembling like a leaf. She tried to struggle as he interrogated her but it was of no use. Surprisingly she seemed fragile or perhaps it was all an act, he couldn't think of anything else so he simply warned her. Trying to frighten her so she would spea
A stone-like obstruction formed in her throat as it clogged up. She rubbed her neck to ease the pain of his brutal hold away. She was still breathing heavily, facing the floor as big fat tears poured out of her eyes and fell on the floor.The door creaked open and she felt her heart galloping to her mouth as she stumbled to her feet. She swiveled around and her eyes landed on the huge table that was being escorted into the room by two bulky-looking men. The blue-eyed guy named Farhan walked in holding briefcases in his hands.She was gazing at them terrified when her view was blocked by a wide chest, she stumbled a step back and her fear-filled eyes whipped up to meet with the darkest obsidian eyes that caused every cell in her body to rattle in absolute fear.She shook her head in fear and he hadn't even said a thing. "P..please... I... I... didn't... kill him..." She stammered in a croaky voice.He tilted his head, the cynical cold look on his face was enough to scream at her to run
Hamza stepped inside the haveli (mansion) and Akram was right there waiting for him."I told you to stay with Hafsa," Hamza gritted out. He had showered, bandaged his wound, and changed his clothes in his private penthouse where he would go often when he was not in the state to come straight to the haveli."She's with Ma'am Batool." Akram said and Hamza sighed."How's ami? (Mom)." He asked."She woke up in the afternoon, we gave her fresh fruits which she rejected, she didn't drink her soup, and also she didn't take her medicines," Akram informed and Hamza rubbed his face with a sigh."Bring something to eat in Ami's (mom's) room." He said and Akram nodded scurrying to the kitchen. Hamza walked toward his mom's room. Knocking once he opened the door. The sight in front of him made his heart wrench.Batool was sitting on the edge of the bed crying and Hafsa was sitting on the floor with her head resting on Ami's (mom's) lap as she sobbed like a broken soul."Hamza, come here," Batool c
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