All Chapters of Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Two months laterDua never told Shehryaar that why she tried committing suicide again. Why she killed her child with her own hands. She never revealed her husband's identity to him either. He pressed on her once to tell him everything but she had kept quiet and didn't utter a word. After that, Shehryaar never investigated her about this matter. Shehryaar has become more busy since the shift of power. Irtaza, his elder brother, had shifted all the authority to Shehryaar and with it came responsibilities too. He was declared the new Ameer in the countryside areas. The landlords and prominent figures had to pledge their allegiances to him. The politicians of the state too had to come and sign a contract of their utmost loyalty to the blood of Shabbir Haider Syed and the next mafia don.And as he was also the new head of the family, and every decision required his approval, he began to be at the haveli for most of the times. Also, he had shifted Sheharzaad too to the haveli for past one

The next day at the dinner, the maid had entered her room, saying every one has to be at the table according to the orders given to them as an announcement has to be made. She had purposely skipped her breakfast and lunch first, because Shehryaar had come back, second, she wasn't feeling well. She got up, showered, changed her clothes and once she was ready she went outside her room. Sometimes, it felt so surreal to her that she could walk, that she could open the handle of the room and just step out and walk. Walk as much as she could. Her feet weren't bound to anything. This little thing felt such a big blessing to her that she still to the date wasn't able to put it in her words. Reaching the dining table, she sat quietly on the chair next to Shehryaar. His chair as usual was empty. Half of the table was empty while half was the haveli members. She could hear voices of his cousins enjoying. The servants were setting the table for dinner in a rush so the table would be set before t

"Why would Shehryaar want Haseeb's and Dua's marriage?" Asma, Haseeb's mother said to her husband Haroon once they reached their room after dinner."I wonder what made Shehryaar reach this decision," he said, "nevertheless, he is the enthroned head, we've to accept whatever decision he makes. Hope it would be better for our son. Dua is a nice girl," "Haroon, you know, you need to get out of this thinking. Where is our share? Is all the power, status and wealth is supposed to be distributed among the children of Jaha Ara? Why not Haseeb or my son Saif could govern the haveli and the business as Irtaza and Shehryaar do. Why you always have to bow down to their decisions?" She stated while brushing her hair."You are very well aware, Asma, I can't go against my father. And going against Shehryaar's will is equivalent to go against my father,""I'm not asking you to go against him, Haroon. I'm just asking about the fair share of my children. Why they have to bow down infront them? You kn

Silent tears escaping from her eye as her petite frame shook with small hiccups.Dua had to hold her hand and that was when she was able to sign those papers.She looked exotic. Out of this world. His eyes keenly followed every action of her.He was too busy in observing her and he didn't even realize when the same question was asked from him. His heart skipped a beat as his chest tightened.He was going to marry.Atlast...He never expected the day like this would come.He never cared about women.He never expected to have a life partner in his life. He always thought the womankind were alike. He was allergic to them. He never trusted them.They all were same.Backstabber.Gold-diggers.Selfish.But meeting her had the roots of his ideology shake.He was aware the people she loved and cared for, she could go to any extent to save them.He liked the way she walked. Talked. Looked. Appeared.And in that moment he knew wanted her as his wife.He can't live without her....While staring

'I'll take you again upon reaching home,' The words were playing like a music in her ears, a tone of which she couldn't get rid off of from her mind. The sick feeling in her heart was increasing by leaps and bounds almost making her nauseatic. Her mind was playing games with her as she was not able to recognize the reason which was instigating the memories of that night from some corner of her brain. The memories which she had dumped in her mind long ago. Those moments became non-existent for her once she had stepped out of that room where they did the deed. Yet repeatedly, those scenes were coming infront her eyes, the voices were running in her mind. She could hear her whimpers and moans from that night. She was able to experience the same terror as she had experienced in that night. Her heart was shivering. Shivering bad. Whenever she would close her eyes, she was able to see that bedroom walls increasing her anxiousness making her short of breath. And she didn't realize when