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The boots hitting the dirty ground was echoing in the basement along with the cry and groans in pain.
"How is it feel to be captured by me?" Zayaan asked the groaning man and chuckled darkly.
The groaning man who was none other than Wasir was in bad shape. Most of his body parts were missing, his face was black and blue, there was a disgusting purplish blue mark around his neck from the shock collar and he was laying on the dirty ground limply.
"Ki-ll.. me..," He tried to speak but ended up coughing his blood out of his mouth.
"This is how you will die. Slowly and slowly. Every breath you take, you will beg for your death but it will never come to you. The only thing that will come to you was more tortures," Zayaan said picking him by his neck then hit his head with ground, earning a painful groan from him.
Zayaan looked at him last time in anger before looking up at Asad and Hashim, his most trusted men.
"What do you think boys what will we do with his body when once he die?" Zayaan asked them with a dark smirk.
"Boss, I am thinking of cutting his body into many pieces then throw his each pieces in front of wild animals," Asad gave him suggestion with a dangerous smile.
Wasir looked at Asad then at Zayaan in fear and shook in terror. He tried to get up but his body was numb and he didn't have any energy.
Zayaan looked from Asad to Wasir in amuse and chuckled darkly at his useless struggle to get up from the ground.
"Boss?" Hashim called Zayaan while looking up from his phone, "Amma messaged me to tell you that she is waiting for you," Hashim informed him.
Zayaan looked at him and nodded his head before looking back at Wasir with a smirk. He turned around to walk out of the basement and looked back at them from his shoulder and said,
"Have fun but make sure to keep him alive!"
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Zayaan entered in the house and went to the living hall where he heard amma bi talking to Mishal. He entered in the living hall and greeted both ladies and kissed their foreheads.
"Glad to see you are home early," Amma bi told him with a hint of sarcasm.
Zayaan looked at amma bi with a smile and sat beside Mishal. But nonetheless, amma bi smiled at both of them. It had been four months since that incident and now everything was going back to normal. With the help of amma bi and Zayaan, Mishal was coming to the life again.
"Now you kids better go and enjoy your time together," Amma bi ordered them before going back to her room.
Zayaan stood up and took Mishal's hand and they both walked out of the house to his car. Amma bi had arranged a special date for then to enjoy. Both were sitting in silence in car.
"Zayaan?" Mishal called him, softly breaking the silence.
Zayaan shifted his eyes from road to Mishal with a hum then back at road.
"Thank you for giving me space," She looked at him with smile and twinkle in her eyes, "And not leaving me alone four months before when I asked you."
Zayaan grabbed her hand and laced their hands together and kissed on the back of her hand before placing them on his thigh.
"I promised you, Mishal, remember! I will never leave you. Not in this world and hereafter," Zayaan reminded her his promise.
"Now it's time for you to enjoy your life freely and without any stress and problem," He told her softly and glanced at her with a smile.
He had promised himself that he would anything to make her enjoy her life freely and joyfully. Her happiness was his first priority.
Ishq Ka Dariya Hai Behta,
Doob Ja Tujhse Hai Kehta,
Haan Meri Baahon Mein Aake Mil.
(Love can be found in abundance,
You just need to take the plunge,
Come on, take me into your arms.)
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Zayaan's eyes shone with happiness and love when he looked at his wife who was scolding him for not telling her that today he was going to be busy. He wasn't listening her but just standing there and ogling at her.
"I think I am talking to a wall not a human," Mishal mumbled in anger and glared at him before walking away from him in anger.
Zayaan quickly snapped out and looked at her back and thought for what she was scolding him because he hadn't listened one word other than his name coming from her lips. He rubbed his face then it drawn to him today was he had so much work to do and he hadn't told her about it.
He shook his head because according to him today wasn't any special day other than his birthday and he hadn't informed her but what he didn't know was, Mishal knew it and for her it was a special day.
Mishal kept herself busy in kitchen baking cake for Zayaan. Once the cake baked and done, she picked with a knife and put it on the table in dinning hall with candles. She remembered she had once bought a gift for Zayaan but never got a chance to give him.
She sneaked in their room and looked around for Zayaan but didn't see him. She sighed in relief and quickly went inside the closet and took the gift from the drawer. She went back to the dinning hall and thought how to call Zayaan in the dinning hall. She thought of a plan then quickly turned the lights off and screamed loudly.
"ZAYAAN!!"
Zayaan was in his office canceling all his work and thinking about how to make Mishal talk to him since he angered her when, suddenly, he heard her screaming. All the negative thoughts of something happened to her running in his mind and he quickly ran out of his office. Looking and calling for Mishal but the lights of the hall was off.
When he entered in the dinning hall in panic, Mishal lit the candles and sang happy birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Zayaan!" She wished him, happily.
Zayaan looked at her and sighed in relief and relaxed. He shook his head at her with one side of his lips curled up. He almost had a heart attack because of her. He walked to her and put his one hand on her waist and moved her hairs from her face with other.
"Thank you but don't ever do this again, love. I almost had a heart attack," He whispered and kissed on her forehead.
"But you love this surprise, don't you?" She asked him with a âYou better love it or elseâ look.
"Of course I love it and specially you," Zayaan told her with a smile.
"This is what I thought," She told him and patted his chest before telling him to cut the cake.
He cut the cake and and fed a small piece of cake with his hand. She fed him back and put the cream of cake on his cheeks.
"I hate this," He mumbled when she put the cream but didn't stop her.
She handed him his gift and told him to open it.
"You don't have to give me a gift when you have given me one thing which I always wanted and desired," He told her, softly and kissed her hand.
"Which is?" She asked him with a knowing smile played on her lips.
"Your heart," He told her looking in her eyes.
His words never missed a chance making her blushed and her heart flattered. The best thing about him was he kept his distance from her and gave her enough space to let her adjust around him again.
"I will make sure to wear it everyday," He whispered pulling her out of her thoughts.
Mishal looked at him who was staring at the watch which she gifted him. It was a black color watch and on the back a message was engraved on it. Zayaan read the heart touching message and looked up at her with a smile and quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Thank you so much," He thanked her and kissed her head.
Zayaan pulled from the hug and looked at her with a big smile.
"But how do you know today is my birthday?" He asked her.
"If amma bi never phoned me today to convey the wish to you then I would have never knew," She answered him and looked at him with a glare.
"Oh! Please don't be angry or upset with me," He pleaded her.
"You are forgiven. Now come and eat before the dinner becomes cold," She told him, politely and both of them sat on the chairs and ate dinner with lite conservation.
Once they finished their dinner, Zayaan told her to wait and quickly went back to his office. Few minutes later, he came back with a file in his hands and a big smile on his lips.
"What's this?" Mishal asked him while looking at the file when he handed her.
"Your dream!" He simply replied her and waited for her to open it.
She opened the file and read it. It was admission papers of her in the best university. Her eyes quickly snapped up at him with tears in her eyes.
"How?" She asked him with quivering lips.
"Your brother told me how you badly wanted to continue your study and become a lecturer," He told her.
Without wasting a second, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and listened his heartbeat.
"Thank you so much, Zayaan. You have no idea how much this mean to me," She whispered and wiped her tears.
"Anything for you in a heartbeat," He whispered and kissed her forehead.
Jo howein tu udas mujhe dekh hasde,
Tu chahe mere hak ki zamin rakh le,
Tu sanso pe bhi nam tera likh de,
Main jiyu jab jab tera dil dhadke.
(If youâre ever sad, just laugh at me,
If you wish you could take the properties I own,
You could own my breathings as well,
It gives me life when your heart beats.)
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6 Years later~
I sighed in frustration when my shirt fell on the floor from my hand. I hated this when something fell from my hand on the floor. I stomped out of closet with huff and sat on the bed.
The door opened and Zayaan entered in the room but stopped dead in his track when he saw her sitting on the bed in anger.
"What happened?" He asked her, carefully.
"I hate you," She told him, angrily and threw the pillow at him.
He dodged it and slowly took steps towards her. He sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her back softly and gently. She sighed and leaned against him.
"I can't bend to pick things from the floor," She mumbled and relaxed as he continued rubbing her back.
"You can call me any time. Remember," He reminded her.
"But it is just a little thing which I can't do on my own and it frustrates me," She told him and looked at him with a pout.
"I don't mind doing little things for you, love," He told her and kissed her pout.
Zayaan stood and helped her standing and took her with him to the living hall.
"You must be hungry. Let me get something for you," He told her and sat her down on the couch.
Mishal relaxed on the couch and closed her eyes while Zayaan went in the kitchen. Footsteps of someone running towards living hall echoed in the house along with giggles of little girl.
"Mommy!"
A four years old girl entered in living hall and jumped on the couch and sat beside Mishal. Mishal opened her eyes looked at her daughter with a smile.
"I am hungry!" She told Mishal with a pout.
"Lets fill the stomach of my princess and queen!" Zayaan said and entered in the living hall with two plates of sandwiches.
"You are the best dad!" Their daughter, Aabro, yelled in excitement at her dad.
Mishal and Zayaan named their daughter after Aabro. Zayaan handed each plate to both of them and picked Aabro and put her on his lap.
Aabro stuffed her face with sandwich and quickly finished her eating. Aabro turned around and kissed on Zayaan's cheeks with a thank you then looked at her mother with a frown.
"Daddy?" She tried to whisper quietly.
"Yes?" Zayaan gave her his all attention while Mishal side glanced at her.
"Don't you think mommy is becoming a size of a football," She told him.
Mishal and Zayaan both looked at her in shock. Aabro looked from Zayaan to Mishal and saw she was becoming angry.
"Oh Allah! R. I. P. me, my future plans, my future husband and my future babies!" Aabro yelled and quickly ran out of the living hall with wide eyes.
"I am going to take her toys away from her and she will not watch TV until I say so," Mishal was fuming with anger and glared at Zayaan.
Zayaan quickly snapped out of his shocking state and looked at her with gulp.
"And don't you dare to bail her out of this," Mishal told him, strictly.
"Don't worry I will not. I will personally make sure she never watch TV and meet any boy till I give her permission," He told her like a protective father.
"You spoiled her but I make sure you don't spoil him," She mumbled rubbing her baby bump.
"Him?" He asked her looking at her baby bump.
"Yes, him! And he will be mama boy!" She answered him with a challenge in her voice to not to deny her and went back to their room.
Zayaan knew better than anything to never deny an angry pregnant lady specially the one who held your heart because they knew how to play emotional cards very well.
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After tucking Aabro in her bed, Mishal went to her room but stopped in front of a picture. It was a picture of late amma bi. She ran her fingers softly at the picture and missed her. She remembered the day when Aabro born and how happy was amma bi. But after first birthday of Aabro, amma bi left them with one wish to be happy always.
Two arms wrapped around her and hugged her. She leaned back and rubbed her bump. Zayaan kissed her shoulder and looked at the picture of amma bi.
"Don't forget her wish!" He reminded her.
She nodded her head turned in his arms and put her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently and kissed her temple.
"I love you," She mumbled.
"I love you, too," He told her back with a smile.
Main Teri Aankhon Ka Saahil,
Main Tere Dil Ke Hi Kaabil,
Tu Musafir Main Teri Manzil.
(I dwell in your eyes,
I deserve to be in your heart,
You are a traveler,
I am your destination.)
[The End]
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