Chapter 16: 12. 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗬𝗮 𝗔𝗮𝗳𝗮𝘁?

❛ Ibtida humari buri hi sahi, safar humara behtareen hi hoga,

Agar tu saath hai tou sab nayab hi hoga.❜

Third Person's POV:

“Meri dulhan ko lene aaya hu..”

“Tou jaye aur la lein apni dulhan ko.” Mahoor chuckled nervously as she wasn't getting good vibes. She stepped back anxiously, “Yaha kya karegi aap ki dulhan?”

Altan stepped forward, “Philippines jaa rahi hai, usi ko rokne aaya hu.”

Her heart thudded rapidly in her chest as terror overtook Mahoor's face. She stepped back and her body crashed with the car's bonnet.

She looked at Seyran who was staring at Altan with the same horror and Zorawar was standing beside her with a poker face.

Mahoor clenched her fingers at her side, “Yeh kaisa mazak kar rahe hai aap?” She looked at Zorawar and her lips lifted up unwillingly, “Aap bhai..bhai ke liye aaye honge.”

Saying, Mahoor ran to Zorawar's side. She wrapped her arm around his bicep tautly.

Altan swiveled and looked into her direction. His face hardened seeing her clutching Zorawar's hand as if her life was dependant on it.

Mahoor refrained herself from informing Zorawar about Altan's proposal as she didn't want to spoil their friendship but now she realized how much of a huge mistake she committed.

Altan aka Haider never gave her a sense of fear or rush of anxiety in his presence but now the vibe she was getting from him wasn't virtuous.

She was panicking from inside as she knew that he had feelings for her and if he said that he's here to take his bride, it could be her or it really was her because he did say that his bride was leaving for the Philippines and it couldn't be Seyran.

So who was left?

Mahoor.

If her assumptions were real, even if heaven crashes with hell, she'd never go with him.

Zorawar unclasped his arm from her deadly grip and Mahoor's face dulled.

He held her arm and ambled to where Altan was standing, a few inches away.

“Bh..bhai yeh kya kar rahe hai aap?” Mahoor stuttered, not knowing what had gotten in Zorawar.

She looked back at Seyran and she immediately dashed behind them.

Zorawar let go of Mahoor and pushed her towards Altan, “Le jau isey.”

Horror contorted Mahoor's features as she whispered in shock, “Bhai..”

Altan smirked and grasped Mahoor's wrist in his, “Khushi se.”

Mahoor glanced at Altan's hold on hers and then back at him.

She gritted her teeth and wiggled in his grip, “Chodein mera haath.”

Altan didn't let go of her hand which fumed Seyran. She stepped forward and tried to unclasp Mahoor's hand from his deathly grip.

“Chodo meri behen ko! Samajh nahi aa raha kya aapko?”

Altan rolled his eyes, “Chodne ke liye nahi pakda tha tumhari behen ka haath.”

Seyran peered at Zorawar and let go of her futile attempts of freeing Mahoor's hand from his clasp.

She snarled at Zorawar, “Bhai, yeh aapki behen ko le jane ka keh raha hai, aap Mahoor ko isey de rahe ho jaise woh koi cheez hai! Ho kya gaya hai aapko? Woh aadmi zabardasti kar raha hai uske saath, chup kyu khade ho?” she shook Zorawar, “Kuch karo.”

Zorawar glared at her, “Chup khadi raho aur usey le jane do Mahoor ko. Yeh tumhare saath nahi ho raha hai tou khamosh baitho. Mahoor ki bhalayi isi mein hai woh Haider se shadi karein.”

If Zorawar giving her away to Altan wasn't enough to shock her, this literally blew her mind and shattered her heart into pieces.

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she got tired from wriggling in Altan's hold.

With tears streaming down her face, She helplessly looked at Zorawar, “Bhai.. aap ne kaha tha aap ham..hamesha hifazat karoge. Please apni baat par amal karo, ek dafa mujhe bacha lo. Pl.. please.”

Altan's jaw tightened seeing her cry and begging  Zorawar to rescue her.

Unknowingly, his grip on her hand tightened and it hurt her.

As if the pain was a reminder to her, Mahoor came back to her senses and shoved Altan with full force.

“Mujhe aap se shadi nahi karni!” her hand slipped down from Altan's clasp but the hulk didn't budge.

She pushed him again and yelled, “Pagal ho kya? Samajh nahi aati inkar? Aap hote kaun hai mujhe kahi lejane wale! Ha? Main kyu aau aap ke saath! Mujhe nahi karna shadi aap se tou kyu zabardasti kar rahe hai mere saath jab ki kal hi maine aap ko mana kar dia tha!”

Altan shrugged, “Pagal tou mujhe tumhari inn nasheeli aakhon ne kar diya hai aur Chahta hu tumhe, tou shadi karna banta hai tumse.”

Mahoor clutched her head, she sobbed and screamed at him, “Par main nahi chahti aap ko! Main nahi karna chahti aap shadi!”

Altan tried to swab away the tears on her face but Mahoor harshly snapped his hand away from her.

Altan clicked his tongue, “Tumne inkar kar dia par main tumse shadi karna chahta hu, tumhari marzi iss mein ho ya na ho, mujhe farq nahi padta.”

“Aap ko doctor ki zarurat hai! Kyuke agar kisiki razamandi na ho tou shadi nahi ho sakti! Yeh zabardasti hai!”

Altan smirked, “Tum ho na, meri jaan! Tou mujhe kisi cheez ki zarurat nahi.”

Mahoor pulled her hair in utter frustration. There was no stop to her tears as they kept falling down.

She went to Zorawar and pulled on his sleeves, “Bhai, chalo yaha se. Bhai, please.”

Seyran's eyes welled up, seeing Mahoor pleading to her older cousin who cared and valued them both more than anything.

“ZORAWAR! ZORAWAR!” Mahoor jerked him and tears glistened in Zorawar's eyes.

Zorawar held Altan's collar and seethed in anger, “Teri himmat kaisi hui meri behen ke baare mein sochne ki? Tu dost hai mera. Tujh pe bharosa kar, tujhe uske saath bheja aur tujhpe yaqeen kia tu uska ek bhai jaisa khyal karega par tune meri hi peet mein chura maar dia!”

Altan harshly pushed Zorawar off him, “Oh bhai tu ban ke reh uska! Maine usey uss nazro se kabhi dekha nahi aur jaha tak baat hai bharose ki mujhe woh bazaar mein hi pasand aa gayi thi. Ittefaq bas itna tha ki woh teri behen nikli.”

“Kuch bhi ho par tujh jaise haramzade se meri behen ka nikah karwa ke maine uski zindagi nahi barbad karni hai.”

Altan's face went blank and he spoke, “Maine ijazat maangi?”

Zorawar clenched his palm and he could feel his ear go hot with anger bubbling inside him.

“Tu khud chun le, Mahoor..,” he trailed off as he looked at the ground then back at Zorawar, “Ya fir teri behen ki shadi bhi parso hi hui hai,” Altan clicked his tongue in boredom, “Bechari itni jaldi bewa banegi tou acchi nahi lagegi.”

Zorawar blanched. He didn't expect it. Heck! He didn't even think that Altan would stoop so low and use his sisters against him.

He could feel his being consumed by anger as he shook in rage, “AY, ALTAN! ZABAN SAMBHAL APNI.”

Altan shrugged, “Tu kuch nahi kar sakta mera. Majboor tou tu hai, ya tou mujhe Mahoor de de ya fir apni behen ko zindagi bhar rote dekh le.”

Zorawar stumbled back a little and he held his forehead. He looked at Altan with despair, “Maine tujhe apna yaar mana tha, yeh sila dia tune apni yari ka? Meri hi behno ko mere khilaf istemal kar raha hai?”

Altan winked, “Ladki ke liye kya yaari, kya gaddari?”

He forked his hand through his messy hair and mandated, “Ab aakhri choice teri hai ya tou Mahoor ya fir apni behen ki khushiyan.”

A tear rolled down from Zorawar's eyes down to his cheek. Mahoor was precious to him more than Hadia but he was put in a situation where choosing the happiness of his own blood sister over his aunt's daughter was more essential or else he'd have never given in.

He'd have never given in for taking Mahoor and Seyran away from his clutch.

“Bohot hogaya yeh rona dhona.” Altan roared in anger, “ARYA!”

Arya stepped down from the car. He didn't have the heart to see the girls weep in despair as they were being taken away not just for a marriage from the freaking country so he decided to stay in the car only.

Arya came and with his hands back he stood straight behind Altan.

They both were still in their disguise as Altan didn't want to make Mahoor go crazy by exploding the news of his identity tonight itself.

Once she'd crossed the border, she'll know because he, himself will explain everything to her.

“Bohot hogaya yeh aasuo ka tamasha, Tu Seyran ko dekh aur main Mahoor ko thik karta hu.”

Arya nodded and walked to Seyran and Mahoor who were clutching Zorawar's hand, shedding a number of tears.

Pointing his finger at Seyran, Arya spoke, “Main tumse ek hi baar kahunga khud apni marzi se chal kar car mein baith jau, mujhe koi shauk nahi tumhe takleef pohchane ka par tumne meri suni nahi tou mujhe apne hisab se kaam karna padega.”

Mahoor and Seyran still. They weren't only taking Mahoor but also Seyran.

The sister duo was being taken away against their will and their brother who was their protector wasn't doing anything but standing as a pole.

Before Seyran could come out of the trauma, Arya held her arms and in a swift second, he separated her from Zorawar much to her resistance.

Mahoor ran but before she could reach her loving sister, Altan caught her.

Arya fiddled in his pocket for the injection and Seyran thrashed in his hold.

Seyran continuously squirmed in his deathly grip. Ayan being the martial artist taught them some moves but these hulks were so strong that all their efforts were going in vain.

Arya removed the injection and stabbed in the side of Seyran's neck, freezing her movements.

“SEYRAN!” Mahoor yelled and tried to kick, jab and punch Altan but all the fight she put up went down the hill as Seyran slowly succumbed to the darkness and her eyes shut down.

Arya gathered her in his arms and walked to the car, and rested her numbed body on the backseat.

Mahoor wept and she cursed the day she stepped in Hyderabad. She cursed the day she made the plans to attend the wedding.

She shouldn't have come here or else she'd have gladly gone to the Philippines without any ruckus.

But..

Now she was getting kidnapped by an unknown man just because he developed feelings for her and wanted to marry her against her will.

Mahoor gave up. She didn't thrash anymore in Altan's hold.

If Seyran was going, Mahoor was leaving as well.

Wherever Seyran would go, Mahoor would follow her. To Mahoor, her existence meant nothing if Seyran wasn't there.

And now that Seyran was sedated, Mahoor would gladly close her eyes and surrender herself to the darkness.

Because Seyran was the reason, she was breathing and the only human who was the world to her.

Her dreams were now at the cliff, standing on the dead end.

She'd find a solution to run to the Philippines for the shoot but not by giving away her jigar.

Her eyes flickered to Zorawar who stood there rigid, seeing all the ruckus going on in front of his eyes.

“Aap ek na mard hai, jo..jo apni hi behno ki bali chada raha hai. Allah aap ko maaf kar de, par main? Kabhi nahi.”

Zorawar's eyes didn't lift from the ground as one by one drop of water fell from his eyes.

Only if she knew how helpless he was.

Altan wrapped his hand around her upper chest and whispered in her ear, “Ta umr ke liye, tum meri.”

Before she could reply, Altan injected the syringe in her neck, she audibly winced at the aching sensation and he caressed her hair, losing her to the darkness.

Altan carried her bridal style and walked to the car.

He ceased upon hearing Zorawar's next words, “Tumhe lag raha hai tum apne ghar apna sukoon le ja rahe ho par yeh tumhari ghalat fehmi hai. Tum tou sab mein badi aafat apna khud ka qarar barbad karne le jaa rahe ho.”

Altan's jaw clenched but he walked up to the car and placed her in the backseat along-side Seyran.

Very carefully Altan removed her spectacles from her face and put it into his shirt's pocket.

He shut the door and arrogance glowed in his eyes as he spoke further, “Mahoor chahe ab sukoon laye ya aafat, sab qubool hai.”

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