Mehwish's Plan

Again he felt the same emotion he felt the other day he slapped her and he was not liking it. Asmaira's look was melting his heart and for a second he thought of pulling her in his embrace.

No, no, this is all her fault, his mind screamed at his change of heart.

Frustrated with his inner battle, he stepped back and punched the nearby wall, making Asmaira more petrified of him.

"Shit, Damn it!", he growled.

"You are a nuisance and will always be a nuisance", he screamed at her, making her confused.

"TARA!", he called his secretary and when she finally appeared with the first aid kit he said, "tend to her injury" and with that he stormed out, frustrated with his own change of heart.

Inside his cabin, he laughed bitterly thinking how he just thought of hugging her.

She killed my Raina, how could I think like that, Shit! He thought.

Initially, he thought of asking Tara to send her back home, but looking at the event and how she attracted all the problems he decided to take her with him only.

In the mansion,

"You could have handled it properly, because of your impulsive decision, we will on tomorrow's headline". Salar said.

"Dad, are you telling me to leave that bastard who touched my wife?"Amaan said clearly annoyed with his own words.

Why do I keep calling her my wife? He surprised himself.

"What I meant is, why didn't you introduce her as your wife before? That man would never have done something like that", Salar tried to reason with his furious son.

"I thought she could learn more as a newcomer than as my wife", Amaan lied.

He never intended to introduce her as his wife, purely to keep her away from Kabir he made her work.

"He is Ramesh Singhania's nephew, though they won't dare to retaliate against us, but that doesn't mean he will keep quiet", Salar signed.

"No need to worry, Asmaira will not go to the office, she will be safe in the house". Amaan was now sure that keeping Asmaira around him was not a good idea. With her proximity he gradually had a change of heart for her and it was not good for him.

"By the way, you were still in the meeting, how did you save Asmaira?" Salar was curious.

Amaan froze and was speechless. He didn't know how to explain to his father why he was feeling restless during the meet and felt something was wrong. That's when he came out of the meet with an excuse of a file and what he saw confirmed his doubt.

Lately he started having these alien emotions which he was not able to figure out. He hates Asmaira for killing his Raina but whenever he sees her crying, he feels suffocated and restless.

"I...I forgot my phone in my cabin", with that lie, he walked out of the study, leaving Salar puzzling.

When Amaan went back to the room, he saw Asmaira sleeping with a frown in a fetal position, clutching the quilt tightly. She was murmuring something and out of curiosity when Amaan leaned to hear, he heard her chanting Raina's name.

Looking at her poor state, he felt a squeezing sensation in his chest. Cursing himself, he left his house and went to his penthouse.

It's been a long time since I drank, I think it's because of that I'm feeling like this, Amaan convinced himself.

The next day two people were the happiest, Asmaira and Fariya. Since she doesn't have to go to the office, she can take care of Kabir in Amaan's absence. However, her happiness was short lived as Mehwish started interfering, making it impossible to be with Kabir,

On Sunday evening, Salar and Fariya were in deep conversation about an upcoming auction/grand party hosted every year by The Hashmi. The money retrieved by the auction was given as charity to Fariya's NGO and is also a celebratory annual party for Hashmi Enterprises, hence it was an important event for them. Mehwish walked in to join her parents in the preparation. Though event planners were hired but it was a grand scale event which can't be messed and that's why they were particular about each detailing.

"What about her?", Mehwish scorned once Salar left.

Fariya understood whom her daughter was referring to. She didn't reply, but instead asked her.

"Why are you so cold to her? You don't even know her".

"I know people like her are nothing but gold diggers, she doesn't deserve to be here". Mehwish replied to her mother.

This irk Fariya, "Enough! She is part of this family and as for you, you my dear, don't have to bother yourself about her"

Though she said calmly, it infuriated her daughter who stomped her feet and left.

"You seem to have a soft corner for her Ma, let's see how long you can save that little witch". Mehwish thought while staring at Asmaira who was lost in her thoughts in the garden.

"What are you doing here all alone?" Mehwish asked Asmaira who seemed to be startled by her sudden appearance. She noticed Mehwish was not cold towards her.

"I didn't have anything to do", Asmaira replied even though she was skeptical.

"No, I mean, why are you not with Kabir? I thought you like to spend time with him". Asmaira was astonished.

Is she helping me? She thought.

Seeing no response Mehwish went to her and again spoke, this time when she spoke it was laced with sincerity. "It's okay! I know you are scared of Amaan, but I will help you"

Not knowing her true intent, Asmaira readily agreed. It's been more than 2 weeks since she met Kabir and she was ready to do anything to be with him.

To destroy your enemy you need to first earn their trust and then attack them when they are vulnerable. Mehwish still remembers her grandfather teaching her one of his business tactics.

To Asmaira's surprise, she took her to Kabir's room and the moment he saw Asmaira, he could not hold back and crawl towards her with a big smile. When Asmaira turned to thank Mehwish, she just gave a smile and said, "I will inform you when Amaan is back".

Asmaira was overwhelmed, she was seeing Kabir after so many days and all her lost hope seemed to have arisen when Mehwish helped her.

As promised, Asmaira was safely called out when Amaan came. He noticed Asmaira's face was relaxed and she seemed to be happy.

So stupid! Anybody can read her face. Now what is she up to? Amaan squinted.

When he inquired to Mehwish, suspicious about Asmaira, she simply denied him.

Soon Asmaira with the help of Mehwsih was able to look after Kabir and she couldn't be more grateful.

On the Party day.

"Asmaira, your dress and beautician are ready, go and get dressed", Ishaal said while going through the last minute preparation.

Since it was her first appearance as Amaan's wife after their marriage, Fariya had already told Ishaal and Hania to take extra care and preparation for her.

Before Asmaira could reply, Mehwish interrupted her, "Let me take care of her, Ishaal, Mr Rodriguez is here to meet you".

Mr Rodriguez was the event planner specially hired from France for the party. When Ishaal heard, she smiled and replied, "Ah! Thank you so much and I am sorry I could not take care of Asmaira". With that, she left.

The inside of the mansion was now well decorated with the unending series of bright lights.

The garden area was completely covered in white and golden lawn chandeliers with a huge fountain covered with lights, at the center along with seating arrangements. Inside the mansion, one area was designed with a variety of expensive wines and alcohol with many good looking bartenders serving the guests. The pool side was again designated with white and purple hyacinth flew directly from turkey.

Fariya was seen attending the guest while Ishaal and Hania, as the young mistress of the Hashmi family were looking over all the arrangements as well as standing beside their mother in law greeting the guests. Mehwish and Asmaira were still to be arrived.

While Salar and Jamshed were busy greeting their business partners and the ministers, Amaan chose a quiet corner at the bar recollecting Raina's memory during their previous party. She was beautiful with elegance dripping from her. She was blessed with flawless curves which she never shied away in flaunting much to Amaan's annoyance. Every year during such parties Amaan became a possessive husband while men used to admire Raina's beauty. He still remembers her wearing a royal blue georgette saree which she theme with black backless blouse wearing only a sapphire blue diamond necklace. The saree perfectly fitted her curves, making Amaan throat go dry with desire.

When Amaan requested another glass of wine, he saw someone and froze.

Same blue saree, He thought.

Was it he was too drunk or was it, he was hallucinating, but he saw a figure whose back was towards him. She was wearing a royal blue saree with backless black blouse, though her long, lustrous black curls were covering most of her back. Same dress and same figure.

"Raina....."

He wanted to see her, he wanted to hold her tight in his embrace, he wanted to feel her again. He immediately stood and walked briskly towards her, however the moment she was called and she turned, he stopped. His elation turned into rage. He subconsciously called her name, ASMAIRA.