All Chapters of Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She stayed inside the kitchen until Shehryar walked out to the store room allotted to him. Again, she tried to change their minds but they were stereotypically stubborn for their ages. Soon, Sherhzaad gave up, knowing she will be a hypocrite if she continued her tantrum any further. If they could gave her and her child, a shelter when they didn't even know her whereabouts, what made her think they wouldn't open their doors for anyone else.The next day, Sherhzaad was getting ready for her job. To make ends meet, she had been teaching Quran to few children around neighborhood. The hadia (earning) wasn't much, but atleast she would be able to afford necessities for Chahat without being a burden on old couple's shoulders."Give mama a kiss, Chahat." She tapped her cheek, lowering herself to her daughter's face who was cuddled in Khubaib sahab's lap, enchanting him with her and Mr. Sprinkles gibberish."Muah." She still hadn't learned how to kiss, yet the sound she would make while attach

Both of them slept in separated rooms. It was Sheharzaad's demand. She did not want to go to the haveli because of the memories associated with that place. She was aware that if she stepped ahead and went there then it would rejuvenate the trauma she felt in those days. The lonliness and aloofness. The only person she wanted to meet was Shehryaar's father, Haider. And she did meet him when he came to their mansion in Islamabad in which they both were now staying.She had hugged him as if she would hug her father and felt tears gushing down her eyes. Then she carried Chahat in her arms and had her meet with Haider."Call him dada," Sheharzaad taught.(Grandfather)"Daaa....daaa," Chahat uttered gibberish, while playing with Haider's face. The child suddenly had developed a bond with Haider. Sheharzaad knew her daughter wasn't an introvert and a closed book like her. She was an open one, bubbly, friendly, social, extrovert, confident. She just prayed that Chahat did not have to go throu

There were laughs and claps over there as the people rejoiced. The CEO standing in the middle of them. Not just the CEO but also his son. Today, Sheharzaad was the epicenter of attention. Those claps and congratulatory sentences were for her. The whole building was happy.The blueprint was atlast passed by the client which was the main thing to get the contract locked between the two companies. And Sheharzaad had a major hand in this that the CEO himself had to come on his feet to her and appreciate her for her dedication, hardwork and devotion for her work. Among the people who stood and clapped, some were genuinely happy for her while some clapped out of jealousy. In a competitive environment in which she worked, no doubt there was more room for jealousy for your colleagues than for appreciation. Some eyes eyes her with envy. Some with pride. Some with appreciation. While a pair of eye had.... neither of these emotions in his eyes but... it was lust. Her angelic face had caught hi

Stepping in, she felt a whirlwind of emotions surrounding her.This place.This place forced her memory back to the time where she had no voice. When she was nothing but a puppet. A puppet of Shehryaar's demand and desires.When she did not have a say in anything. When her life had discovered its lowest of the lows.When taking her life was easier as compared to taking a few breaths to live, to move on.When every second was spent in fear and terror of encountering him, upsetting him. And when the strings of her life was totally in the hands of the man who stood beside her. "Five years," Sheharzaad muttered, her eyes inspecting the nooks and corners and then reached Shehryaar, "and how much life has changed,""Positively or negatively?" he asked."I.. don't know. But I think positively. I've Chahat,""We've Chahat," he corrected her and she remained quiet. "Let's go," he held her hand and led her inside.The haveli wasn't as vibrant as it used to be. She had come to know that Dua

His proximity had made her queasy as she immediately left him, hurrying out of the the study. She must have taken a step out when she came across, Haroon, Asma's husband. "How are you daughter?" he asked with a smile. He was wearing white shalwaar kameez."I'm fine, uncle. How are you?" Sheharzaad asked politely."I'm good. Can... we talk?"A frown came over her brows. "About what?""I'll tell you. Do you've some time for me?""Sure. Sure, uncle,"And he led her to the terrace on the second floor. They both occupied the settee and sat across each other."What is that you want to talk about?" She asked. Confusion evident on her face."You're special, Sheharzaad. I feel you've a healing power," Haroon began."What makes you think so?""My heart. My heart," he tapped at his chest, "it believes maybe you'll help in getting justice to someone.... who might be waiting for it... for decades,""Who?""Jaha Ara,"Her eyes widened for a second. And she realized in that moment that he overheard