Chapter 18: 14. 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗔𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺..

❝Aye zindagi, apne zulm dekh aur meri umar dekh.❞

Third Person's POV:

Altan sat on the floor near Mahoor's feet who was still unconscious. Two hours, since she fell to the ground and the Tsunami of panic hit Altan with extreme power.

He picked her up and ran to the clinic built up outside of his mansion to treat his and his men's wounds.

The doctor Sarmad, thoroughly checked Mahoor's pulse and heartbeat and declared that she might have fainted because of the stress or utmost shock.

Seyran looked at her sister as she was sitting beside her on the bed.

She never saw Mahoor so weak and broken. When Mahoor's daddy died Seyran couldn't be there for her as she was in the other corner of the world with her mother but now she was glad that Mahoor wasn't alone in this turmoil.

“Haath chodo uska.” A gruff voice pulled Seyran out of her thoughts.

Seyran's face scrunched in confusion, “Sorry?”

Altan's jaw ticked as he stressed his words out, "Maine. Kaha. Mahoor. Ka. Haath. Chodo."

Seyran looked at her palm which was holding Mahoor's hand softly as she was waiting for her to wake up.

She looked back at the brute, “Mahi, behen hai meri. Aur aap hote kaun hai mujhe kehne wale ki main uska haath na pakdu?”

Altan tilted his head and jibed sarcastically, “Tumhari behen ka hone wala shohar aur tumhara jija.”

“Zabardasti ka hone wala shauhar.” Seyran murmured under her breath quiet enough to shake Altan's senses.

Altan rose to his full height and his eyes hardened at the petite girl, who gulped seeing the angry look on his face.

He peered at Mahoor then glanced back at Seyran, “Woh goli tumhare sir mein hi jani chahiye thi, galti kar di tumhare sir mein nahi daal ke.”

Seyran's eyes widened in fear and sweat trailed down her back, remembering how close that bullet was to her.

A cunning smug brightened Altan's face as he enjoyed the fear lurking on Seyran's full form. “Tumhe main Mahoor ki wajah se bardasht kar raha hu, varna tum jitna chipakti rehti ho ussey woh sab dekh kar tou tumhe zameen mein 6 feet andar rehna chahiye.”

Seyran's lip sealed into a thin line and her eyes moistened. The man in front of her was deadly scary and if his aura wasn't enough to terrify her, his threats surely did.

How would she escape her sister from this monster's cage? How would Mahoor tolerate him when Seyran herself was petrified of this man that even her tongue betrayed her to even utter a letter of the alphabet.

Seyran's grasp tightened on Mahoor's hand which didn't go unnoticed by Altan and his smirk only widened in victory.

“Maine tumhe uska haath chod ne kaha tha.”

Seyran shook her head whilst keeping her head down, “Aap..aap jaye yaha se agar Mahoor uthi tou aapko yaha dekh kar aur gussa ho jaayegi..”

Altan raised his perfect one eyebrow, “Hone do, main usey dekhne ka mauka kyu gawau?” His eyes shifted to Mahoor,“Vaise bhi gusse mein aur bhi pyari lagti hai.”

Seyran gritted her teeth in pure annoyance. She thanked the Lord that she covered Mahoor's form with the quilt for who knows where and how his filthy eyes were raking her as?

But who'd tell Seyran? Those filthy eyes of Altan saw the sparkling joy in Mahoor's russet brown eyes. Who'd say to her? His eyes witnessed the curves of Mahoor's smile. Who'd inform her? Those filthy eyes lowered to the ground on their own in fear because staring at Mahoor for too long would cause nazar on her.

"Dekhiye, aap.." her words got stuck in her throat as Mahoor held her head and winced.

Mahoor's eyes gradually opened and she blinked. The pain in her head only intensified and she grasped her forehead, only wishing the pain to be subsided.

“Mahoor.”

Mahoor looked at the owner’s soft voice and she spoke hoarsely, “Seyran.”

Mahoor tried to sit up but she failed. Her own body felt like a thousand sacks of brick to her.

Altan crouched down his upper body to help Mahoor sit up but she slapped his hands away.

She squinted her eyes trying to get the clear scenario as the man's face blurred was in her eyes.

But she knew who that man was.

“Ha..haath na lagaye mujhe aap.”

“Tumhari sununga tou kuch hone se raha.” Much to her resistance, Altan softly held Mahoor's arm and made her sit up. He placed the cushions at her back for her comfort.

He filled the glass of water while Mahoor looked at the other side and her hand tapped on the nightstand table for her spectacles from where Altan was filling the glass for water.

Altan saw the spectacles were far away from her reach so he pushed them a little in her direction and immediately her hands caught the metal.

Mahoor wore the glasses and Altan extended the glass of water to her.

She averted her gaze from the water, though her throat was dying to be moistened.

“Aap ke se haath zeh..zeher pina bhi manzoor nahi hai, yeh tou fir bhi paani hai.” her voice came out in a shallow pitch.

It felt like someone broke his bones or shot Altan, because her words which were laced with loathness sliced his entire being apart.

Altan knew that the stage of this antagonism was coming and he prepared himself for it too because he was sure that no words of Mahoor's could harm him as he had heard the worst.

However..

When the barb is from someone who literally has your heart in their palm,

it will definitely tear you apart..

Altan didn't show the hurt as he was the master of turning off his emotions and keeping his face neutral.

He placed the glass on the nightstand, “Meri wajah se khud ko takleef mat do.”

Crossing her hands on her chest in frustration, Mahoor gazed at Altan in aggravance.

“Aap please mujhe akela chodein. Khuda ke liye yaha se jaye, mujhe chain ki saans lene dein aur please yaha se jaye.”

Altan's palm curled into a fist, trying to control his anger. The woman in front of him really had his patience taking in the sky.

Nonetheless, he chose this for himself and now he had to bear the consequences of it by handling the situation way more maturely instead of giving in to his rage.

His palm uncurled and his stiff face softened, “Tumhari na farmani karne ki meri himmat nahi. Mai khana bhijwa dunga, araam karo.”

With that Altan strode out of the room, leaving the two sisters alone to themselves.

Mahoor looked at the glass of water and picked it up. She threw the water on the wall in front of her, making Seyran gasp at her actions.

“Pagal ho gayi ho jo aisi harkatein kar rahi ho?”

Mahoor took the jug and filled the glass with water, “Woh aadmi ka ek chua bhi mujhe meri skin ke par aag sa lag raha hai, tou uske haath ka pani bhi zeher sa hi hoga.”

Mahoor gulped down the water, moistening her dry throat. It seemed like one glass of water wasn't enough for her as she drank three glass of water to satisfy her thirst.

Mahoor kept the empty glass on the nightstand and her eyes flickered to Seyran, “Ab tum bhi mujhse yeh nahi kehna, main chaubees ghante ke liye behosh thi.”

Seyran shook her head, “Nahi.. sirf do ghanto ke liye thi.”

Mahoor's face contorted in worry as she moved a little close to Seyran, “Kuch kia tou nahi na tumhe woh aadmi ne?”

Seyran lowered her head and her lips quivered. She was trying to be the hulk to protect her sister but she was just a woman who had the limit of her tolerance and it broke.

“Seyran.” Mahoor whispered brokenly, seeing tears falling from those dark night, starry eyes.

Mahoor immediately enveloped Seyran in her arms, very tightly. She knew when she needed a shoulder Seyran forgot her own endurance and was there for her.

Now it was Mahoor's turn to take care of her sister.

Seyran held onto Mahoor and bawled her eyes out. Tears formed in Mahoor's eyes as she could understand her pain really well but she kept them at bay, not letting them out of her eyes.

“Mai kaise him..himmat du tumhe jab mujhe hi koi ba..bachne ka rasta nahi dikh raha hai, Mahi. Ek insan ne humari puri zindagi palat di.”

Mahoor ran her hand on Seyran's back, “Tu kidnap hui mere saath, issey bada chamatkar aur kya ho sakta hai, dono saath mil ke iss Mirza ki vaat laga ke chodenge.”

Seyran chuckled at Mahoor's remark. She knew it was Mahoor's way of making her worries disappear by making her laugh through such tough decisions.

Seyran pulled away and Mahoor wiped her cheeks.

Seyran noticed those unshed tears in Mahoor's eyes and said, “Akeli nahi ho tum, yaad hai woh baat?”

Mahoor smiled through her tears and nodded and they said together, “Yeh safar humara duniya ki dhool se jannat ki hawa tak hai aur rahega.”

Seyran wiped away Mahoor's eyes, “Ab rone ki nahi rulane ki baari hai.”

“Par kaise karenge hum sab? Tumhe lagta hai ke hum waqai mein Pakistan mein hai?”

“Jitni seriousness se uss admi ne kaha, mujhe waqayi mein lag raha hai ki hum Pakistan mein hai.”

“Kisi se puch le? Koi bata dega humein? Woh Aryan bhaiya bhi tou the na waha unsey confirm kar lete hai?”

Seyran rolled her eyes, “Woh aadmi muh nahi kholta jab tak uska maalik usey hukum nahi kar de. Mai jab tumhe dhundte dhundte neeche aayi aur maine unhe udhar dekha, kitne sawal kiye maine ki tum kaha ho, kis halat mein ho na unhone kuch kaha na unke saath jo aurat thi usne kuch bola.”

Mahoor's brow pulled together in distress, “Tou kaise pata karenge ab hum?”

A knock on the door ceased the sister duo's conversation.

“Aajaye.”

A girl in her late teens entered the room with a trolley of food.

“Mallika Aanam, Sultan zaeem ne aap aur aap ki behen ke liye khana bhejaya hai.”

Mahoor looked at the girl with a weird face and seeing the uncanny expressions on Mahoor's face, Seyran controlled her laughter.

“Oh! Kaun, Mallika? Mahoor naam hai mera.”

The girl didn't dare to raise her head up and she fidgeted her fingers.

“Muaf kare, Mallika aanam. Par Sultan zaeem ka hukum hai ki hum sab aapko yahi pukare.”

Mahoor looked at Seyran and her eyebrows wiggled, “Hum kahi galti se Jodha Akbar mein tou nahi chale aaye?”

“Ya fir Mughal-E-Azam mein?”

Mahoor and Seyran bursted into a fit of laughter, making the girl look at them with confused eyes.

“Yaar aise waqt bhi humein komdi sooj rahi hai.”

Seyran cracked up, “Traumatized for life hai hum.”

The duo came down from their high and Mahoor glanced at the girl who lowered her eyes to the ground at an instant.

Mahoor's aura changed from fun to fury real quick as she spoke, “Mera naam Mahoor hai, aur tumhare Sultan ke saath mera koi sambandh na kabhi tha na hoga, tou mujhe mere naam se bulau.”

The girl shook her head, “Na..nahi. Sultan Zaeem ke faislo khilaf jane ki kisi ki himmat nahi.”

“Woh aadmi, sirf gunda gardi karte rahega.”

The girl gasped loudly and her eyes widened in fear. Her hand clutched the dupatta which was covering her head.

“Mallika aanam aise nahi boliye Sultan ke baare mein. Agar unhe k..kisi ne keh dia tou an..anjam bohot bura hoga.”

Mahoor looked at her with boredom, “Kya hi kar lega woh gunda. Kidnap tou kar chuka hai bass jaan se maarna bacha hai ab.”

“Muafi chahti hu itna bolne ke li..liye bhi par Sultan Zaeem kisi bhi qisam ki tauheen ya bad akhlaqi bardasht nahi karte aur nahi kisi ki himmat hui hai unke saath aul faul lafz istemal karne ki.”

“Tumhe pata hai, tum nazrein utha ke humse baat kar sakti ho.”

“Allah, humari itni majaal nahi ki aap se nazrein utha ke baat karein.”

Mahoor gaped at the girl with an open mouth.

Like seriously? She was just the same as the little girl who deserved equal respect as Mahoor but the girl was just boggling her mind by throwing surprises in each sentence.

Mahoor stood up from the bed and strode towards the girl, standing in front of her, she bent down a little and twisted her head right in front of the girl's face.

The girl jolted and inhaled a sharp breath, “Yeh aa..aap kya kar rahi hai?”

“Tum nazar nahi mila rahi tou yuhi muh ghuma ghuma ke dekhna padega. Ab nazar mila ke baat karogi ya aise hi aankhein jhuka ke baat karogi? Meri gardan dukh rahi hai bhai.”

“Ji..ji thik hai. Aap apni gardan ko kuch na hone dein va..varna Sultan Za..zaeem humari saansein rok denge.”

Mahoor stood up straight and rubbed the back of her neck a little.

“Main hoon na, kuch nahi hoga tumhe. Aau hamare saath baitho."

Mahoor led the girl to the bed but the girl stopped and shook her head.

“Mallika Aanam, humein aap ke saath khade rehne mil raha hai woi bohot hai par aapke saath aapke bistar pe baithne ki humari haisiyat nahi.”

Mahoor looked at the girl as if she had grown thorns on her head. She glanced at Seyran who had 'Wtf?' expression plastered on her face as well.

Mahoor had enough of the girl calling her with the stupid title when she herself didn't accept anything then how the hell Altan had the audacity to announce it to call her with such names when she was on the last brink of getting married to him?

“Dekho, yeh baar baar mujhe Mallika aanam bulana bandh karo! Mera naam Mahoor hai, tum kisi ki baato mein aakar mujhe kuch bhi bulaogi?”

The girl's eyes watered at the loud voice of Mahoor, and Mahoor's face contorted in worry.

Mahoor slapped her forehead and stepped towards the girl,“Yaar, tum ro tou nahi. Meri awaz hi unchi hai, I'm sorry. Koi irada nahi tha tumhe rulane ka.”

The girl shook her head, “Haye, tauba! Aap kyu maafi maang rahi hai. Aap ka tou haq hai hum pe chillane ka. Bas, Sultan Zaeem ke faislo ke khilaf hum nahi jaa sakte.”

Mahoor's hand fisted in anger. Wasn't kidnapping her and sister enough that he was taking Mahoor's identity from her?

Mahoor released a breath of exasperation. This wasn't the time to let her anger take charge, it was rather time to be calm and serene to get the answers out which she wanted desperately.

“Thike par tum mere kuch sawalo ka jawab de sakti ho?”

The girl nodded, “Ji, Mallika Aanam.”

Mahoor crossed her hands on her chest, “Pehle apna naam tou batau, behen.”

“Humara naam Riza hai.”

Mahoor smiled a little, “Pyara naam hai.”

Riza's lips curled a little, “Shukriya, Mallika Aanam.”

Mahoor didn't beat around the bush further and asked the question which was pricking her since the moment Altan disclosed it.

“Waqayi mein hum Pakistan mein hai?”

Riza bobbed her head in agreement, “Ji, Lahore mein.”

And it snatched away Mahoor's breath. She looked back at Seyran who was equally distressed as her.

Mahoor peered at Riza with tears in her eyes, “Sahi keh rahi ho?

“Ji, Mallika Aanam. Qareeb do hafto pehle hi, Sultan Zaeem Hindustan ke liye nikle the aur woh kal subah hi wapis aaye hai, aap dono ke saath.”

Mahoor didn't know how to react. She somehow had a hope that maybe Altan was lying to her but all her hopes got crushed as her assumptions turned out to be false.

“Aap ke kuch aur sawal hai, Mallika Aanam?”

Mahoor shook her head and Riza muttered okay.

“Kisi bhi cheez ki agar aapko zarurat ho tou landline pe 106 dial karenge tou woh seedha kitchen quarters mein lagega, main turant aa jaungi. Aur Sultan Zaeem ki study yeh floor ke end mein hai, aksar woh wahi rehte hai.” Riza said and left the room, leaving Seyran and Mahoor to themselves.

Seyran rose up from the bed and stood in front of Mahoor.

Mahoor's teary eyes met Seyran and she gulped, “Ab kya karenge hum?”

Seyran caressed her hair and smiled sadly, “Meri baat sunogi?”

Mahoor nodded and Seyran continued, “Pehle khana khao, fir do nafl ada kar ke, unse baat karne jao.”

Mahoor retreated Seyran's hand away from herself, “Woh aadmi mujhe dekha nahi jaa raha aur tum mujhe ussey baat karne ka keh rahi ho?”

Seyran shook her head and made Mahoor sit on the bed.

“Dekho jitna tum unhe na pasand karti ho, mai bhi karti hu. Par mujhe mera zehen keh raha hai ki woh insaan tumhe chahta hai, ek baar tum sab shikwe side rakh ke, meethi zuban mein unse kaho, shayad woh maan jaye?”

Mahoor gave a disappointed look to Seyran, “Behen, woh light ka khamba jab propose kia tha tab bhi pyar se hi inkar kiya tha maine, tab nahi samajh aaya isiliye kidnap kiya na? Ab kahungi tou kaunsa unhone sun lena hai?”

Seyran brows drew together at the stubbornness of Mahoor. She knew that Mahoor was one difficult case to solve if she stood persistent.

“Dekho, Mahi. Pros and Cons batau unhe tumse shadi karne ke-”

“Main nahi baat karne wali unsey!”

“Do din mein tumhari shooting start hone wali hai, jana hai ya nahi Philippines?”

Mahoor got silenced. She worked day and night hard, improving herself for two years daily just to grab that damn role and she succeeded too.

But it was snatched away from her.

Mahoor nodded meekly and whispered, “Jana hai.”

“Tou unse baat kar ke dekho, kaho ki tumne do saal kaisi mehnat ki hai, kaise khud ko train kiya, kaha kaha bhatki sirf yeh khwab ko haqeeqat mein tabdeel karne. Agar woh shaks tumhe sacche dil se chahta hai, tou tumhari tadap dekh kar, tumhe jane dega.”

Mahoor swallowed the lump of uneasiness. She didn't want to breathe the same air as him let alone speak to him.

She didn't forget that when she slapped Altan and in return, he fired the bullet in Seyran's direction.

How he held her nape and looked at with lava burning rage in eyes just because she raised her voice at him.

“Thike. Mai karungi jaisa tumne kaha hai par woh nahi sunay tou?”

“Humare paas do din hai, kuch na kuch kar lenge. Ab chalo khana khau, phir nahalo aur nafl ata kar ke unse baat karne jau.”

Mahoor nodded and they both gobbled on food as they were hungry for hours. The food was surprisingly very delicious, the sisters licked their fingers off and emptied every single dish.

After placing the empty bowls and plates in the trolley, Mahoor got up for a shower and astoundingly, their bags were in the same room as they were in now.

Mahoor looked around the room and segments of confusion puckered on her face as the room she was in before wasn't this.

The walls of the room were painted in metallic blue color and it was a massive room where if Mahoor wanted to play football she could easily set it up to her wish.

The bed was a queen sized bed and the mattress was so soft, even Mahoor couldn't ignore the comfort of it.

A dressing table was placed at the right side of the bed, close to the french balcony door.

A few distance away from the bed a coffee table and a french style white sofa set was kept.

Beige coloured curtains swayed as the chilly wind swept past those heavy cloths.

After taking a much needed warm shower, Mahoor changed into a white anarkali dress which had chudi sleeves.

It was the Asr prayer time and she could probably hear the azaan from a distance.

Every time the stroke of wind would hit her, she'd shiver. She felt like every single minute, the temperature was dropping and the cold was getting unbearable for her.

Before Seyran could take a shower, Mahoor performed her ablution and came out of the bathroom.

She searched for the prayer mat and found it in a section of the dressing table.

Spreading the mat on the floor, Mahoor stood to pray. Before her head could hit the ground and be the closest to her Khuda, the tank of her patience exploded as one by one tears made their way to her cheeks.

She wailed like a baby knowing very clearly that her Creator was aware of her pain more than anybody else.

When her head hit the floor, she prayed for Seyran's safety first as Mahoor was the reason she got threaded in this misery.

Throughout the whole prayer, she made many duas and one of them was to grant hidayah to Altan and soften his heart for her enough to let Mahoor and Seyran go.

Mahoor folded the prayer mat and kept it in it's place. She wrapped a thick shawl around her shoulders as the sun was going down, the cool breeze was numbing her bones.

She didn't think that the last days of November would hit so damn densely.

Mahoor knocked on the bathroom door, “Seyran, main Mirza se baat karne jaa rahi hu. Tum kahi mat jana yahi rehna.”

Seyran opened the bathroom door and peeled out her face, “Dus minute ruko main bhi aa rahi hu, akele nahi jane dungi tumhe uss sher ki gufa mein.”

“Nahi, mai khud hi unsey baat karti hu varna woh tumhe dekh kar fir kuch na kar de woh. Yahi soch ke meri aur phat rahi hai”

“Kuch nahi hoga, Mahoor. Bass Allah pe yaqeen kar jau aur In Sha Allah, sab humare haq mein hoga.”

Mahoor nodded, “In Sha Allah,” She pushed Seyran's head in the bathroom to which Seyran yelled an ‘Arey!’ Chuckling, Mahoor locked the door, “Chal ab nahale.”

Mahoor got out of the room. Her long black hair was left open but some strands of them were pinned up in a small claw clip.

She looked to her left, then to her right, “Kaunse direction ke end mein hoga yeh bijli ke khambe ka office?”

She looked around and twirled to see the beauty of the haveli.

The baroque interior design dazzled her.

Looking at the palace-like interior design, Mahoor's eyes shone, “Kahi sacchi Mughal-E-Azam mein toh nahi aa gaye hum?”

Mahoor placed the back of her right hand on the left palm, she clapped them and tapped her feet, imitating a Indian classical dance, she sang.

“Jab pyar kia tou darna kya, jab pyar kia tou darna kya..” She giggled at her own actions.

After making the environment light for herself, she walked to the foyer  railing only to be taken aback.

She was standing on the third floor and her brows knitted in perplexion, “Mujhe itna upar leke kaun aaya?”

She rolled her eyes and answered to herself, “Wohi light ka khamba leke aaya hoga.”

Mahoor slapped her hand in the air, “Chadd na, Mahoor. Focus kar apne mission pe. Bhoolna nahi pyar se baat karna hai. Yeh baat alag hai pyar ka yaar term bhi woh banda deserve nahi karta par khud ke matlab ke liye seh le bhai.”

She looked in the different directions, “Par right jau ya left?”

Mahoor thought for a few seconds and snapped her fingers, “Rab kehta hai right decision lia karo, tou right mein chalte hai.”

She jerked her head up and spoke to the Lord but it was the ceiling.

“Right mein woh khambe ka office nahi raha tou phir left mein maine aa hi jana hai. Tou karte hai ab, Bismillah!”

Mahoor hiked through the never-ending corridor of the haveli, glancing at the paintings hung on the wall and counting the rooms.

“Baara kamre aa gaye, par yeh jungli janwar ki gufa nahi mili.”

Her bickering to herself ceased as her steps came to a halt, seeing a huge bald muscular man, standing at the end of hallway, near the staircase.

“Ek Mushtanda kam tha jo usko competition dene yeh Khali bhi aa gaya.” Mahoor pondered to herself, seeing the tall, burly physique.

Mahoor stared at the man, “Takla dikhne mein tou bhai koi WWE ke pehelwan se kam nahi.”

Mahoor cleared her throat, “Mujhe Mirza se milna hai.”

The man scrutinized his gaze at her, his gruff voice hit her ears, “Kaun ho? Aur kya kaam hai, Sultan Zaeem se?”

Mahoor scoffed. She crossed her hands on her chest and glared at the man, “Kyu? Tumhare Sultan Zaeem, har desh ke kone se ek-ek ladki ko utha ke Pakistan ship karte hai?”

The man's jaw dropped as the realization dawned upon him, “Mallika Aanam, aap?”

Mahoor had enough of the so-called titles. She moved towards the door to unbolt it, “Hato yaar, delete karo yeh Mughal-E-Azam ki script. Akbar ne tou Anarkali ko nahi chunwaya tha deewar mein, par mai tou yeh tum log ke saath karke dum lungi. ”

Mahoor entered the study, and the door slammed shut.

The arrival of the invader alerted Altan.

Nobody could barge into his bedroom or in his personal office without knocking.

Hell! His bedroom was out of the option.

The room got  filled with the scent of white strawberries and sweet mint.

He knew only she smelled this differently yet pleasant.

Altan's gaze flickered from the laptop to her.

His sea green eyes collided with the russet brown one's.

“Mujhe baat karni hai, aapse.”

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