my endless love

the storm that dawned

this chapter is dedicated to all my readers who love my story and also for those who support me by voting and commenting thank you so much...yours neelam❤❤❤

okay no more sentimentals go read your chapter..bye😁😁

p.s. i was not able to describe what characters are feeling by their own pov so i decided to write it in my pov
xo

third person pov

amals father mr akram sat in their tiny front yard looking at his beloved daughters scooty standing there thick layers of dust settling on it with every passing day,
he missed her a lot but what could he do afterall his daughter is married he cant call her all the time she is happy there enjoying, living her dream,
he smiled imagining her daughter walking on the busy streets of New York, he imagined her going to the college she always dreamed of,

"she is happy" he console his heart
"she is busy once her studies are over she will come running to me" he said to himself wiping the unfallen tears from his eyes,
to distract his mind he decided to go meet his brother who is now his daughters father in law standing up from the chair he told his wife and left to see his brother

as he entered his brothers house he noticed a major change there were bodyguards surrounding the house he frowned in confusion

as he walked in further he heard his brother talking on the phone
"you don't understand son, ahmed told me what you did she is my brothers daughter you need to control your anger what will i tell akram bhai if something happens to his daughter" his brother pleaded to his one and only son

"is it not enough that you blackmailed her to marry you, is it not enough that you kidnapped her and made her agree to marry you, i cut off all my ties with you after i found out that you work with mafia but i am talking you for the sake of that girl stop torturing her please arham she is innocent"

akram placed his palm on the wall to save him from falling he turned around and half-ran outside the house wobbling,
the shock he had hearing all this shook him both mentally and physically
he walked away from his brothers house speedily, he stopped near a footpath panting and sweating like he ran a marathon the old man loved his daughter too much and even an idea of her being hurt made him loose all control over himself
he entered his house covered in sweat and fell on the sofa but the sweat was not because he walked all the way to home,
it was because of the stress of whats going on with his daughter

the words kept repeating in his mind like a broken record
you work with mafia

stop torturing her please arham she is innocent

you blackmailed her to marry you,

you kidnapped her and made her agree to marry you,

he sat there his face soaking wet out of sweat and tears pooling out of his eyes

i need to save my daughter,
i need to save my daughter he kept repeating to himself

he took out his cell phone and called his daughter and the number was unavailable

he dialled arhams number he picked up after few rings

"hello akram chacha?" hearing his voice infuriated him

"i am coming there to take my daughter" he said gritting his teeth

"what happened chacha" his son in law asked

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME CHACHA!!!" he yelled at top of his lungs adrenaline pumping through his veins

"i went to your house and i heard everything you criminal! you bloody murderer you blackmailed my daughter but no more i am coming there to save her" he yelled