Chapter 25: 21. 𝗔𝘇𝗮𝗱𝗶 𝗠𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗸..!

❛Khwab,ummeed, tammanaye, talluq, rishte,

Aakhir yeh jaan le lete hai sahare saare..❜

Third Person's POV:

“Banda jeeta tha khul ke, teri gali mein aaya bhool ke ji... Changa bhala si main lutt putt gaya.. Oh main to..”

The door of the room opened with a loud thud, interrupting Seyran's jamming session.

Her brows drew together seeing Mahoor running to the bathroom. She stood up from the bed, “Mahoor..”

Mahoor slammed the door and bolted from inside. She sprinted towards the wash basin and splashed the water on her face for an unhealthy amount of times trying to get rid of the scenario she just witnessed.

She held the marble slab tautly and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in her ears, making her shut her eyes.

She couldn't forget how Altan looked under the weight of her gaze when her hands fell on his chest.

When she got to hear the rhythm of  his beating organ, how his eyes slid down in mortification as if telling her that whatever is happening to him is not in his control and it's happening because of her.

At first, Mahoor thought the man had some kind of infatuation and maybe an obsession for her that's why he was so adamant on marrying her but things changed when her hands fell on his chest.

She opened her eyes and stared into the mirror.

“Kuch bhi ho unhe mere liye,” She gritted her teeth, “Mujhe wo insan se ghin aati hai.”

Her eyes pooled with tears and her lips wobbled, “Mere khwab cheen ne wala vaishi haramzada!”

She splattered the water on the mirror and turned the tap off.

With a moistened face, Mahoor came out of the bathroom and Seyran's voice hit her ears.

“Tenu leke mai jawaanga, dil deke main jawanga...”

Mahoor's nose flared in anger and picking up the vase, she threw it on the floor, making Seyran gasp at her psychotic move.

“Chudailni dimag chod ke aayi kya bathroom mein apna?”

“Shadi ka hi gaana mila kya tujhe gaane? Chup kar ja varna ye vase ab tere sir pe maar dungi.”

Seyran sprang up from the bed and her brows furrowed.

“Tum abhi Altan sahab ke kamre mein gayi thi toh kya apni rooh unke saath badal ke aayi ho?”

“Naam mat lo uss pahadi gore ka! Jab dekho jab shadi, shadi, mauka, pehla pyar, pehli aurat karta rehta hai! Dimag ka bharosa ho gaya hai mere uski ye chikni chupdi baaton se.”

Seyran's lips pursed, “Aisa kya hua tum dono ke darmiyan jo tum itni chidi hui ho?”

Altan's red face flashed before her eyes and his heartbeat echoed in her ears, Mahoor's hand clenched in anger at it.

“Woh light ke tower ke seene pe mera haath gira. Khud ko girne se bachane ke liye aur uska dil bhai bullet ki dhook-dhook ki tarah mere haath ke neeche tezi se dhak-dhak karne lag gaya aur banda laal ho gaya sharam mein nayi dulhan ki tarah.”

Seyran's face pulled in bewilderment, “Bullet ki dhook-dhook? Dhak-dhak? Laal? Nayi dulhan? Kehna kya chahte ho bhai?”

“Chod yaar, Philippines ponch ke sab samajhaungi. Time kya ho raha hai?”

“3:30.”

Mahoor nodded and moved towards her suitcase, “Paanch baje nikalte hai, wo mushtanda tab tak so jayega.”

Seyran hummed and Mahoor pulled out a hoodie and a six pockets cargo pants.

“Ab yeh kapde kis liye nikaal rahi tum?”

Mahoor peered at Seyran as she stood up with her clothes. She threw one hoodie at her and Seyran caught it effortlessly.

“Thandi dekhi hai bahar? Pair jam jayenge isiliye cargo aur hoodie nikali. Tum bhi apne bag se nikal lo apni cargo aur beanies bhi dena mujhe.”

Seyran bobbed her head as she trudged towards her bag, she unzipped it.

“Tahajjud ki namaz padh lete hai, sab hamare haq mein hi hoga.”

“Ameen.”

Mahoor went to the bathroom to perform the ablution and Seyran sat on the floor, pulling out her clothes for the escape.

They only hoped and prayed their runaway to be succeeded after bearing the consequences of continuous torment at the hands of Altan.

They both were waiting for their freedom and now it was just a few miles away.

They'd escape and the new beginning with disastrous memories will begin.

•♡•

Mahoor's POV:

I looked around as we carefully stepped down the second floor of this big ass mansion.

Mirza calls it haveli or sometimes a kothi. At first I thought kothi and kotha were the same but Seyran cleared my doubts with a grimace on her face but c'mon mistakes happen.

Seyran's shoes made a squealing sound and I swear it echoed throughout the whole haveli, making me panic.

“Bhai, kya kar rahi hai? Aram se!!” I whisper yelled at her because if we get caught, we'd literally have no excuses to give it to the Badshah of Shaitans!

‘Kahenge bhi kya? Hoodie aur cargo pehen ke ainvayi aapke garden ki stroll karne jaa rahe the?’ The pahadi gora would never believe it.

At a fast pace yet gradually, we descended the never ending staircase.

I never really understand the chonchle of these phatte paise wale log. Like c'mon if you have money, invest in something big but why do you need a mansion of three floors when only three people reside in that place?

Bhendi, roz chadte utarte pair jawab de diye mere!

We quietly moseyed towards the door which was under the staircase which led to the backyard where Bagh-E-Azyan was.

Azyan seems to be the name of a girl and I'm damn sure that the garden is made in the memory of his beloved who is dead. That's why this man is on my tail now.

Seyran slowly turned the knob and I kept an eye around to see if someone was secretly watching us or not or else, meri qabr pe sab Namaz-E-Janaza ata karne aaj sab theher jayenge.

“Mahi?” Seyran softly tapped on my back and I turned towards her only to find her standing with the door open.

“Chalo.” I nodded and we both got out.

I held Seyran's hand and the update about us is..

Dono ki phati padi hai.

My eyes wandered around as my grip on Seyran's hand tightened.

There were no guards in my sight but my brows furrowed when I saw there were no men standing beside the gates of Bagh-E-Azyan as well.

Naya ghotala..

Seyran pulled on my hand and her face was contorted with stress. I have been seeing that expression very often on her face and I don't like it.

She was supposed to be happy while roaming around the streets of the Philippines with me but no that beast had to capture us and take it all away.

“Koi nahi hai yaha. Gadbad nahi lag rahi? Kyu ke do guards toh the yaha aur rehte hi hai jab bhi humne dekha hai..”

“Tum sahi...” my brows pulled together as I heard some footsteps coming from a distance in our way and maybe they were those guys?

“Gadbad chod! Lagta hai wo log yahi aa rahe hai, aa jaye ussey pehle nikalte hai.”

My heart was in my mouth. I swear the feeling of fear crawled up to my being as we both ran, making sure not to make any kind of sound or else, today we were finished.

I do not care about myself. All I am concerned about is Seyran.

She is innocent but got dragged into this ruckus because of me and she's the only person whom I call my family. Surely I have a mom and Allah knows what she is doing or where she is right now.

I have my khalas and Aira khala, Seyran's mum has a different place in my life but Seyran solely was my everything and hell would freeze before I let anything or anyone hurt her.

I hastily opened the gate and led Seyran in first. Then I got in, locking it securely as it was before.

We sprinted towards the tree which stood in the middle and my gaze fell on the flowers.

Haye! Kitne pyare aur kitne sundar nazare!

Not a great timing, Durrani! NOT A GREAT TIMING!

We hid behind the tree and because of the slot of the flowers even if somebody would try to see a glimpse of us, they'd get nothing.

The corner of the walls had these huge yellow lights on, I think Mirza is very possessive of this flower house as I remember him telling me in the car that he and Arya personally take care of this bagh and most of the time, it's Mirza who waters these plants.

We saw two takle mushtandes coming towards the front gate and the expression on their faces were dead.

I swear they learnt it from their guru ji as Mirza's face always stays neutral. His aura is freaking scary which intimidates me but I try to play it off cool like it doesn't bother me par mere andar se L lag rahe hote hai.

The two men stood with attention. I think they took a break to do susu or potty?

Hihihi, the thought alone made me chuckle and it also earned a smack on my back.

“Khoti, pakde jayenge kya hass rahi hai?” Seyran whispered at me.

I glared at her but nonetheless she was right.

“Chalo, ab varna koi pakad lega humein."

I stood up from the crouching position with her and without making any noise we moved towards the end of this field.

I swear this was one damn long walk and every step towards the exit was making my sides jittery in apprehension.

After what seemed like forever, I saw a door leading to the forest which Mirza told me about.

I just hoped it was unlocked as he did confirm that the path leads to the jungle so maybe it was kept bolted?

We reached near the door and I pulled Seyran behind me. What if we open the door and something attacks us like a bear or a shark?

Man! Sharks live in the sea or oceans not on the lands. Please ignore my absurd thoughts as the scenes going on right now are driving me crazy.

Placing my hand on the door's latch, I slowly pulled it outwards, hoping for it to be unlocked from the other side of the door as well.

As if the stars were on my side today, the door opened and spinning around, I threw my arms on Seyran and she reciprocated it back.

“Chal, Mahi issey pehle ye log humari khushi ko dukh mein badal dein, chal yaha se!”

I stepped back from her, “Ha, ha! Chalo.”

We carefully took our exit from this hell hole and I firmly locked the door from the outside.

We took a few trods behind and my gaze fell on the third floor of the haveli, in Mirza's room.

A smile crawled up to my face seeing the dark room. I waved goodbye, “Jhakk marao, mushtande. Ab meri baari aap ko dhool chatane ki.”

Seyran hauled my hand, “Oh, Shanti Priya! Dekh liya na tumhare Om ne fir ye garden ki dhool humein chatayega! Chalo, bhai. Kya tum bhi har cheez ke maze le rahi ho.”

I scoffed, “Woh mera om nahi hai!”

Seyran bumped her shoulder with mine and smiled sheepishly, “Par tu Shanti Priya toh hai na?”

I couldn't control the lazy beam taking it's place on mine, “Haa woh toh hu,” my smile dropped at an instant, “Aur wo mushtanda Om nahi Mukesh hai!”

Seyran slapped a hand over her mouth to control the sniggers, “Chalo ab varna yahi part two ban jayegi aur ending hum dono se bardasht nahi hogi.”

I bobbed my head in agreement as we marched towards the jungle. My steps halted as I swiveled around and my eyes lingered on his room's balcony for the last time.

My teeth dug in my lower lip and I flipped my middle fingers of both the hands at the sight of his bedroom, “Jail mein sadiyo, Sultan Zaeem.”

“Ay, pagal aurat!” Seyran whisper yelled in Jethalal's accent and pulled me towards the jungle. I still didn't put my fingers down.

I raised them more in the air, “Chakki pisna apne gunaho ke liye.”

Seyran slapped her hand on my mouth and dragged me to the forest as gradually the sight of his bedroom faded.

I licked her palm and immediately, she retreated her hand back in disgust.

“Aaja, aur chaatu mai tujhe..”

“Hatt, kamini! Varna yahi akele tujhe chod dungi.”

“Zyada na bol aur arrows ke nishan dekh jhaad pe bhai.”

Did I tell you all that Mirza had boards of arrows stuck on the tree leading to the main road?

No?

Then listen.

“Jungle mein agar aap log samjho ainvayi gaye aur kho gaye toh? Wapis lautna mushkil hai na phir ?”

Mirza shook his head as he effortlessly rotated the steering wheel. He raked his free hand through his jet black hair, “Isi wajah se jungle ke darakht pe signs lage hue hai, basically arrows jo main road ko le jate hai. Arya ko jungle mein ghumne ki badi aadat hai isiliye he got this done.”

I twirled a strand of my hair around my finger, “Haa unhe darr bhi toh lagega na koi sanp ya fir janwar aa gaya toh phir chale upar apne confirmed ticket se pehle.”

Mirza’s lips twitched a bit, “Waha jungle mein kuch bhi nahi hai. Na janwar na saanp. Arya har hafte ainvayi akele ghum aata hai waha se, isiliye wo pura wild life se free hai, inshort woh forest Arya ki aulad jaisa hai isiliye it's taken great care of.”

So this is the story behind the signs leading to the path.

Now it wasn't dark. I'd like to thank myself for taking a poop and delaying as we got out nearly at thirty past five when initially we were supposed to get out at five.

Getting out late definitely benefited us as the sky was now converted from the black pigment to soft orange hues as the sun was ready to come in the sky with his full glory.

I saw the first arrow sign and we followed it. Seyran didn't leave my hand neither did I.

The trees danced as the harsh wind hit us, freezing our bones. I pulled the beanie over my ears and I only wished that we carried a shawl too as the hoodie wasn't enough to protect us from the cold.

The only heat my body was getting was from Seyran's hand and it wasn't enough.

I threw my hand around her waist and she circled her arm around my shoulder. I understood that she was in need of warmth as well.

“Tumne paise liye na?”

I rolled my eyes, “Gyarvi baar puch rahi ho aur mai gyarvi baar jawab de rahi hu, haa le liye hai.”

When I went to the bazaar with Mirza he handed me twenty thousand rupees and  I spent it but he instantly filled my hand with a stack of cash which I didn't count but after buying some stuff, he asked me to keep that money with me for further use.

After coming back to his haveli, Seyran counted the money and it turned out that we had fifty thousand in our hands now.

Ameer launda hai, isiliye befikri se paisa udata hai.

Seyran clutched my hand more solidly, “Tu ghajini ki aulad hai na bhool gayi hogi isiliye socha puch lu.”

I shook my head, “I could be Ghajini's daughter because my dad was half bald too.”

A loud laughter yet musical laugh echoed as Seyran shook with the tremors of cackles, making me laugh with her as well.

I never expected myself to ever be in a jungle with my sister trying to find a way to the road to our dreams back.

Par kismat L lagana jaanti hai ye baat alag hai ki mere aur meri behen ke L ek, che foot chaar inch ke gore gunday ne lagaye hai.

At every step, I was scared of anything coming and attacking us even though Mirza himself said that there's nothing in the jungle that'd cause any harm.

Neither wild animals nor reptiles.

As we keenly followed each trace of our freedom, my eyes widened seeing the road in front.

Our steps ceased as we were only a few meters away from the road.

With teary eyes, I looked at Seyran who had her eyes filled with water.

I tipped my chin in the road's direction and understanding my gesture, she nodded.

We unclasped our hands from each other's body and ran freely towards the road, welcoming and accepting our freedom!

We stopped and enveloped each other in a tight hug.

“Azadi Mubarak!” We jumped in a circle in pure joy as we held on to each other.

“Azadi Mubarak!” I yelled back as we hopped together in ecstasy.

I couldn't believe we were now out for the good. Far away from the danger, with our dreams to live now.

I stopped bouncing as I saw a rickshaw going straight to somewhere the Lord knows.

I waved my hand to stop that green and black coloured rickshaw but it just passed away.

We both waited as many cars, bikes and scooters passed by us.

Finally a rickshaw stopped by as I stood in the middle, making it slow down.

The rickshawala peeked his head out, “Arey bibi! Jumma ki sabah sabah agar khudkushi karna hai toh tumhe kya meri hi gaadi dikhi?”

‘Chal, Mahoor. Kar oscar milne wali nautanki.’

With sorrow swirling in my eyes, my eyebrows pulled together as my face contorted in dejection and I walked towards the man,

“Bhaiya, humko zara paas ke police station chhod dein? Koi rickshaw nahi mil rahi. Humara phone, bag sab chori ho gaya hai. Complaint karni hai, thodi sahayta kar do bhaiya.”

The man looked at Seyran who was putting up a sad facade as well seeing my act.

“Kaha ki ho aap dono? Zuban se toh yaha ki nahi lag rahi.”

‘Wikipedia banayega ye meri isiliye itni panchat kar raha hai.’

The lie rolled over my tongue without any hesitation, “Bangladesh.”

‘Sorry, freedom fighters.’

“Aao bacchio mai chod deta hu.”

I won't lie I was very happy and wanted to dance at that moment but I had to keep it in as we sat in the rickshaw.

The man was about to throw some questions as he drove the three wheeler and to avoid his questionnaire, I immediately plastered myself to Seyran and cried loudly.

“Hum ghar kaise jayenge Seyran? Humara passport sab chala gaya! Kaise jayenge ghar?”

Seyran pinched my arm but the woman played along with me as she patted my arm, consoling me.

“Allah kuch raasta dikhayega, fikar nahi karo. Bhaiya, thoda tez chalaye.”

Hearing my genuine yet fake cries, the driver drove the rickshaw swiftly and in ten minutes we were standing out of the police station.

As my hands rested on my waist, I looked at Seyran with a smug look which she returned with a side eye.

“Tumhare dramay toh bina director ke kahi bhi shuru ho jate hai, Mahoor!”

“Hu na kamal ki actress?”

“Well.. She looked up in the sky and tapping a finger on the cheek, she looked at me, “Waqayi mein.”

I yawned as we were surviving only on two hours of sleep because of Jihan's crying and apologizing session with Mirza took-

Yaad hi nahi karo yeh kaand.

“Mahi.” Seyran softly called my name and my eyes flickered to her night ones.

I saw her shiver a little because of the cold and I glued my body to her side.

“Yaad rakho, main hamesha tumhare saath hu, bure mein bhi, achhe mein bhi, sukoon mein bhi, pareshani mein bhi. Zindagi ke har raah pe tum kabhi akele nahi ho, har qadam pe mai hu tumhare saath.”

I knew it from the beginning when we got close. There were no ifs or buts we belonged to each other first than to any other person and Seyran was the only one I knew would be there first for me before anyone else.

“Mere Allah ke baad agar mera koi hai toh wo sirf tum ho. Aur yaqeen maano tum mujhe waha bhi paogi jaha tum nahi chahti mai rahu.”

Seyran chuckled, “Bharosa karti ho tum mujh pe?”

I smiled and nodded, “Rab ke baad, sirf tujh pe.”

She brushed some hair away from my face as she spoke tenderly, “Toh yaqeen mano tumhare ye dard, ye aasu, ye cheek, ye pukar Allah tak zarur ponch rahe hai aur ek din wo tumhe har jagah se itna dega jitna usne tumse abhi le liya hai, ameen.”

I nodded and muttered an Ameen underneath my breath as I didn't know how to react.

I just wanted this thing to be over and for us to fly to the Philippines as soon as possible and commence the shooting as working will keep me engaged from remembering these horrendous days.

We entered the police station and saw two constables; one was writing something in a file and the other was noting down a complaint of robbery.

My eyes wandered around the yellow walls of the police station and my eyes stuck on the clock which showed it was now forty-five past nine.

We were in the jungle for two hours or more.

I marched towards the constable who was filling his file with inked words, Seyran trailing behind me.

“Sir.”

His eyes shot up to my call and he looked between me and Seyran.

“Koi head officer hai? Complaint karni thi.”

“Kya shikayat darj karani thi?”

I looked at Seyran, she squeezed my fingers, assuring me to go ahead.

“Altan Mirza ke khilaf kidnapping ke charges lagane hai.”

The constable looked at me for a few seconds then his gaze averted to Seyran then back to me.

“Altan Mirza?”

“Haa.”

He placed his pen down and closed the file, “Aap mashoor Pakistani aur Afghan, businessman Altan Mirza ki baat kar rahi hai?”

‘Mushtanda afghan bhi hai?’ I thought as I only knew that he was Pakistani.

‘Mashoor businessman bhi hai?’

“Mujhe nahi pata ki wo mashoor hai ya businessman hai, bas mujhe unke khilaf charges lagwane hai.”

He pulled out his phone and typed something. Then he flipped his phone to us showing a picture of Mirza in which he was probably glaring with his cold green eyes and his lips were pursed into a thin line.

“Aap ye janab ki baat kar rahi hai?”

I nodded, “Ji, haa. Inhone mujhe aur meri behen ko ek hafte pehle India, Hyderabad se kidnap kiya tha aur humein yaha zabardasti meri marzi ke khilaf le aaye hai mujhse shadi karne ke liye.”

It never even appeared in my dreams that this man was such a famous personality even google had his Wikipedia stored in.

The man blinked, not believing in my story. “Aur is baat ka kya saboot hai aap ke paas ki aap hindustani hai? Aur woh aap ko yaha leke aaye? Aap paiso ke liye bhi to yeh kar sakti hai na?”

My hands clenched into a tight fist and my jaw ticked. Why the fuck would I lie? And why the hell would I want his money even though I didn't have enough money in my account but I'd never pull such a stunt to get some cash in return!

Here my whole life, my dreams, my hard work was forcefully dragged out just because a man  claimed to love me and decided to marry me.

Whatever wrong happened, it happened to me, it happened to Seyran and this constable had the audacity to say this shit!

Seyran stepped forward and she spoke very calmly, “Dekhiye, officer. Hum jhoot nahi keh rahe hai aur nahi hum unn ladkio mein se hai jo ladko ko phasati hai kuch paise nikalne ke liye! Humare paas hamare passports nahi hai par ek do calls aap humare logo ko lagayenge toh aap pata lag hi jayega ke hum sache keh rahe hai.”

The amount of decency Seyran had in her tone was something one should be proud of because mai daant todne ko taiyar thi ye constable ki bakwas sunke.

The man stood up from his place, “Inspector sahab andar hi hai, aayein unke paas aap apni shikayat darj karayein kyu ke yeh maamla bada hi complicated lag raha hai.”

Seyran nodded and I thanked him sardonically, earning a sharp look from the constable but I didn't back down as we followed him inside to an office.

“Mahoor, behave karo!” Seyran murmured in my ear.

“Kya behave karu, dekha nahi kaise baatein kar raha tha ye aadmi?”

Before she could reply, we saw the door opening to the Inspector's not so big cabin.

My gaze fell on his name plate, ‘Insp. Rajat Thakur.’

“Sir, ye do ladkiya kidnapping ki shikayat darj karna chahti hai Altan Mirza ke khilaf. Kidnapping ka mamla hai isliye mai inhe aap ke cabin le aaya.”

The inspector looked to be in his late twenties and his eyebrows rose as he dismissed the constable and asked us to sit on the respective chairs.

“Aap sure hai Altan Mirza ne aap ko kidnap kiya hai?”

‘Marker chor ke bacche hai kya sab? Behen ke pakode samajh hi nahi rahe baat ko.’

I shook my inner voice and I replied calmly, “Ji wohi mashoor Pakistani aur Afghan businessman Altan Mirza ne.”

He took out a file and pen, “Shuru se bataye aur koi cheez nahi miss karna varna woh aap ke khilaf court mein use ho sakti hai.”

I nodded and began as he effortlessly wrote down whatever I spoke.

I told him about meeting Mirza for the first time on my first day of arrival in Hyderabad as Zorawar bhai’s friend.  Then I informed him about how we together along with Zorawar  bhai, Arya and Seyran went to the restaurant, how we met in several rituals of Hadia Aapi's, how we went to the market and then how he confessed his feelings for me and proposed to me for marriage. I also mentioned that Zorawar bhai was the one who gave me and Seyran to him willingly and against our wishes we were taken by that man the day we were leaving for the Philippines for my shoot.

I also informed the officer about Mirza's continuous threats for Seyran if I wouldn't marry him and how he almost shot her in the head.

That scenario still shakes me up.

I added more and told him that Mirza has confiscated our passports and phones. He runs a mafia which earned me a shocking look from him but nonetheless he continued writing it down.

I also elaborated our escape to him while he patiently listened and wrote it down as well.

It almost took half an hour and I was done by keeping my charges forward. The pen stopped as the officer closed the file.

“Dekhein unhe arrest karna hoga toh aapko saath chalna padega. Aise hi hum unhe bina koi gawah ke nahi utha le aa sakte.”

Hell no! I'd rather dig my own grave and jump in it but go back to the place.

“Officer, please try to understand, I cannot go to that place again. Aap kuch bhi karein par na mujhe waha le jaye aur nahi meri behen ko.”

The inspector drew a breath in and he nodded, “Thike. I understand. Aap waha nahi jaa sakti par wo yaha zarur aa sakte hai.”

He dialed a number on his cabin's telephone, “Altan Mirza ka number ya fir unki secretary Jannat ya partner Arya Sahai kisi ka bhi number mujhe fauran mere table pe chahiye paanch minute ke andar.”

And he hung up.

Within a minute or two, the same constable came in and dropped a paper of the contacts of the trio.

The officer dialed the first number and I assumed it belonged to the devil itself.

My heart skipped a beat in fear as the call got answered on the other side.

“Altan Mirza, baat kar rahe hai?”

“Mai inspector Rajat Thakur baat kar raha hu, Lahore police station se. Aap ke khilaf Mahoor Durrani ne kidnapping, attempt to murder aur forced marriage ke charges lagaye hai. Toh aap jitna jaldi ho sake yaha aajaye varna police aapko khud lene aayegi.”

“Thike agar aap nahi aaye toh aap anjaam jaante hai.”

Saying, the officer hung up the call. He looked between me and Seyran as he spoke, “Unhone kaha hai woh yaha aayenge thik das minute ke andar, tab tak aap bahar intizar karein.”

Seyran was about to get up but I pulled her hand, making her sit back, “If you don't mind, hum yahi intizar kar lein? Please? Aap apna kaam karte rahe, hum aapko disturb nahi karenge.”

I started counting in my mind.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8..

I won't lie but I'm pretty scared. I don't even know what is gonna happen or what Mirza will do because after all he's a dangerous man and belongs to the Mafia.

For my first slap, he nearly put a bullet in Seyran's head and now I'm just wishing that he stands behind the bars for putting us through hell, mentally and physically.

Sensing my fear, the officer nodded and Seyran patted my back.

I was counting each second under my breath and exactly after four hundred and forty five seconds, the door of the cabin slammed open.

A scream was about to escape my mouth but I didn't let it escape my throat by pressing my hand over my mouth.

My left hand started to tremble as I heard the footsteps come near me, near the chair I was sitting on.

It was so cold yet a trail of sweat streamed down my temple. The familiar smell of musk and amber hit my nose.

I could feel his body near the chair I was sitting on. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and the sleeve of his blazer brushing against the side of my face.

I gulped and collected all the courage, I raised my eyes and at instant, I regretted it.

His green eyes were a dark shade of green which wasn't usual. It only darkened when he was talking about his feelings or he was angry.

And I knew the latter was the reason.

His jaw was ticked as he had no expression but I knew better. His body language gave away that he was here to dominate not to be ruled over.

His hair wasn't set either as they were messily unkempt.

I heaved a breath and a shiver ran down my spine as a sinister smile took it's place on his lips.

My left hand trembled uncontrollably and his gaze fell there which only helped to broaden that malevolent grin.

His eyes flickered to mine and I only wished to crawl away from him, from his vicious gaze.

Tears pricked my eyes and the bile rose to my throat as he spoke in the quiet room in a malign tone.

“Apne Mirza se bhaag kar tum yaha aa gayi, Hoor?”

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Mahoor's POVs are so fun to write that I enjoy a lot while writing her perspective.

Ab aage kya hoga, iski mai zimmedar nahi hu ;)