Chapter 4 Touch Her And Die

Sahir's Point Of View

(Continuation)

Trigger warning: Violence

I roughly pinned that boy to the wall who whistled on my Zoya. He squealed in the pain. It makes me feel so good to hear him screaming for his life. After making sure every boy in the group will suffer, this boy was trying to escape but nobody can get away easily from Sultan's clutches.

"Do it again," I threatened him to whistle at me. He gets pale. I enjoyed seeing his state.

When I pressed my thumb to the throat on that boy, he palpitated to breathe.

I felt satisfied looking at them who are lying on the ground still alive but struggling between life and death.

The boy tried to open his mouth to breathe. I caught his tongue.

"Who gave you the right to whistle on my woman hun? You thought her boyfriend is not a man enough? Do you even know what he is in real?" I tightly gripped on the tongue and pulled out the knife I slid in the folds of my collar.

I held the knife on that boy's tongue. He started wailing and crying.

''I will rip out the tongue if someone whistles at my woman" and in a fraction of seconds, I ran the knife over that boy's tongue. Blood sprinkled on my sleeves, on my face, and everywhere. Shit.

The boy screamed in pain and agony. I loosened my grip over the boy and he fell unconscious. I turned my head to look around when my eyes caught one more boy has been trying and struggling to get up.

I had already beaten him up badly but still, his willpower to live in this world after making my woman cry, get into my nerves. I walked towards that boy slowly, taking predatory steps and bending down in front of him. The boy started crawling away.

"You like to have some fun with my woman!"

I felt my eyes pouring out the heat of the lava of my deeply hidden rage.

"Before throwing such vulgar comments on my woman, didn't you think about what I would do with you ?"

I gripped his chin making him face me and I held the knife like a pen.

"I will remove those lustful eyes which dared to lay on my woman!" I grazed the knife smoothly on his eyelids and then slowly pierced it into his eyes.

The boy screamed for his life and fell unconscious. I got up and looked at my bloodied hands and sleeves. I have to go back to Zoya but can't like this. I looked around and saw a public water reservoir. I went there and washed off my hands clean.

I grazed my wet fingers brushing through my hair and folded my bloodies sleeves hiding the blood inside.

When I got inside the car I saw Zoya was listening to a song on the radio with her eyes close. I stared at her peaceful face for a while. She got a hint of mine because she immediately opened her eyes and smiled at me.

Her smile immediately reflected on my face. I can do anything to get that smile. ANYTHING!

I started the engine and drove off to the way of her hostel.

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After reaching below to the building of the hostel I pulled over the car in front of its gate.

"Tomorrow is my interview in a famous event management company" She unbuckles her seatbelt while telling me.

"Zoya, companies always praise themselves as famous to grab employees" I held her hand & intertwined my fingers with her. I don't want her to let go away from me yet.

She laughed at me."No, no. Its original name is 'Famous'

I chuckled.

"I hope I'll get selected in that company" Zoya looked at me worriedly.

"Of course, you will get the job "

Because I own this town Zoya.

I smiled assuring her and thought how innocent she is for a man like me.

"I just hope everything goes well" Zoya sighs.

I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to do any job for a living. I can provide her with everything. But I can't tell her now. I will talk to the company she told, and tell them to not give her any job. So I can take her to my home as soon as possible. Such a selfish bastard I am but everything is fair in love.

"Let's call it a day. Good night !" She said. I stopped her.

"Ahun! How can I call it a day without getting a good night kiss? " I leaned towards her & stared at her lips. I wish she gets what I want.

I caught her cheeks getting crimson and her eyes lowered when I inched closer to her. Some habits will never change. She looked away. Perhaps remembering our past.

"We are not kids anymore Sahir," She said but I feel so adamant I turned her face at me. She still looked down. I couldn't find the perfect moment to capture her lips.

She leaned towards me & stopped in front of my face. I smirked knowing she will kiss me. Then she quickly planted a kiss on my left cheek & get down from the car in a haste. I chuckled at her. Never mind. I will find temporary happiness in such cheek kisses for now.

Because soon I am going to make her mine. I stayed there till she walked inside the hostel then I drive off towards my mansion.

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Sultan's Mansion

Night

I kept tossing and turning on the bed restlessly. I removed my black kurta and threw it away as I felt getting sweaty. My breathing becomes heavy and my throat dried up.

Damn her voice !!

It was still ringing in my ears.

I pushed away my duvet and sat on the corner of the bed.

Only I know how many memories have been attached to her voice. I decreased the temperature of the AC in my bedroom. Partial fog appeared on the windows. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I badly wanted to see her again, meet her again, hear her voice again, touch her again, and kiss her once... senselessly!

I restlessly grazed my fingers through the hair finding myself unable to control my feelings.

The door knocked & opened suddenly. I saw Zaki walking inside with a cup of coffee. My younger brother, Zaki. He has come to the right time. I needed someone to talk and he is now only close to me in this lavish mansion.

After my real mother abandoned me at the age of five, my father married again. That disturbed my childhood a lot. Perhaps that's why I get tempered easily. Just a moment of nerve wreck and I blast. Even though my father married again bringing a stepmother who forcefully tried to give me all love, all mothers are the same for me. Greedy!

I am sure she isn't different from my blood mother. After what my mother had done with me, I couldn't accept my father's second wife as my mother to the date. I was all left alone when my blood mother left me. Until Zakir entered my life when he was a baby and couldn't talk. But we instantly make a bond with each other. I call him Zaki with love.

I found a companion in baby Zaki. I became protective of my little brother. I never let anyone hurt Zaki or let him face any situation alone, neither did he stay away from me. We become inseparable. My stepmother Zubaida was happy to see our bonding. But I was never happy to see her with Zaki. Perhaps that's why she never came in between us. I remember my short-tempered behaviour always created havoc with her, which caused some pain to my baby brother.

And then,

someone entered my life who changed me deeply, emotionally.

Zoya!

I met her when we were in school. I don't know if it was my attraction or infatuation but I started being with her regularly. She became my first friend!

She is the one who managed to tame my temper & I always felt secure around her. We never knew when we became close friends!

She was so much fond of baby Zaki. We always used to play with baby Zaki. Soon my baby brother also started enjoying & playing with her. The three of us became a good team in every play.

But as someone said, there is always good in the bad and bad in the good. Just like a Yin Yang.

My possessiveness towards her got intensified day by day. I laugh when I remember it.

How I always made sure Zoya will play with ONLY me. This possessive nature had always given wind to the fire of my temper and we would end up fighting with each other.

Honestly, I never liked sharing her with anyone else. She was my best friend and only I had right on her. At one point, I didn't even let her play with my little brother Zaki. But she was patient enough to handle this and changed the whole situation. I feel amused at how maturely she handled me in childhood too.

As time passed by and we started growing up together. We reached the delicate age of teenagers and the cupid arrow struck my heart first. In that time, Zoya was blossoming up beautifully and I started having insecurity from whoever cast their eyes at her.

My little brother Zaki also grew up and started going to school. Where all my teenage feelings of mine flared up into a feeling called love for the only girl in my life and that was Zoya. I became more possessive towards her. I tempered quickly whenever any man stared at her. Everything started taking a different angle when we started going to college together. I made sure I will get to the same college where Zoya will go.

Being a beautiful girl, Zoya would get daily approaches from the other boys which never go well with me. Although she never accepted any, because I know she was never interested in them and I did not have to do anything.

She was the only girl who never got scared of my anger and always stayed by my side even in my worst of worst tempers. It made me careful not to let her burn in my anger. But teenage mistakes happen.

I trusted her more than myself, but I made sure any person who approaches her will suffer tremendously. She remained unaware of this. But sometimes she had witnessed my love and possessiveness towards her. Even then, she did not leave me and helped me to handle my anger and every way of emotions. I was pretty sure she loved me too. She could never imagine how much she had become my weakness and strength at the same time. Until one day...

"How are you brother?"

I was brought back to reality when Zaki interrupted breaking my chain of memories.

"Well, this is not the first time you are killing someone right!" Zaki said probably noticing some changes in me. He looked at me suspiciously.

I was still lost in her thoughts.

"Are you alright? You are looking a little lost. What happened ?" Zaki asked in concern.

I sighed. "Nothing Zaki. I'm just tired"

He walked at me and took a place on the bed.

"Oh, are you sure nothing is bothering you?" Zaki asked me again.

I hummed. Zaki looked at me curiously.

"Naaaah! Something is bothering you. You are not even doing eye contact with me this means something has happened and it's related to Zoya" He said confidently.

How does he get to know?

"Zakiiiii" I closed his eyes in frustration. I am here trying hard to get away from her thoughts but Zaki kept saying her name.

"When are you going to tell Zoya about everything?" He asked.

I gulped hard hearing Zaki's words. I could feel my heartbeat raced up like an F1 car that I felt like my heart has come on my throat. I threw a cold glare at Zaki. Indirectly showing him that he is dealing with Sultan so he could stop talking about her.

"Till when you are planning to hide from her brother? Someday she will get to know someone else before it will happen don't you think you should tell the truth?" Zaki said the exact words in my mind.

"I know Zaki but now is not the correct time," I replied annoyingly.

He put the cup of coffee in the front.

"You know that she doesn't stand for liars," Zaki said and I breathed in sharply.

"After so many years I am getting a chance to spend some good time here. Even though she is hiding her feelings and friend-zoning me but I don't want to do anything which will make her go away from me"

He nodded.

"I can understand your feelings brother. Well, let's change the topic. How's she? Long time I haven't met her." Zaki gets excited. Looking at him I furrowed my eyebrows.

I said "You met her in childhood. That's enough for you." Zaki gasped.

"What a fate I've got. Sometimes I've to face Sultan's wrath and sometimes I've to face my brother's possessiveness towards Zoya. Come on,'' Zaki elbowed me. " I am not going to hit on her. I just wanted to meet her once. She is also my childhood friend." He said deliberately touching my weak nerves.

''OUT"

I growled under his breath and stared at him angrily.

"Okay okay brother, calm down. I'm going. Drink that coffee you will feel better. Good night"

As soon as Zaki left I again got drowned in her thoughts. I can feel how I am smiling like an idiot when I remembered her shy face.

I held the coffee cup and moved near to mouth to take a sip but then a thought came in my mind that caffeine might not let me sleep and as far as I know she is already not letting me sleep, thus I kept the coffee cup back on the table and laid down on my bed again keeping my hands behind my head and dreaming about her with my eyes open. I pulled over the duvet getting ready to sleep, but I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered her voice. I felt as if she is still singing and calling me to her. Resisting hard my emotions I closed my eyes and dozed off in a wonderland called Zoya.

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