Hazal jerked in her sleep as she breath heavy. Sweat running down her forehead as she look around. She was in her room.
She breath in relief as she kept a hand on her chest, thanking Allah for saving her. She noticed the bandage on her arm, and her feet was stinging in pain under the blanket.
She removed the blanket to see her feet wrapped up in gauge as well. Sighing she stood up wincing as she walk in the bathroom and freshen up, changing her clothes.
She took ahold of her dupatta, wrapping it around her when she noticed the two bags kept on her dressing table. Her father's gift and her bangles.
Thank God atleast these are safe
She kept them away in her cuboard and exit the room slowly.
The house was awfully quite, and that made her anxious. She was scared to face her father's wrath. It was really dangerous when he was angry.
The good zeeshan Abidi can also become a monster if someone's steps on his tail. She knew that very well, descending down the stair she stop when she noticed, her father, a man similar age of her father sitting on the sofa, all silent.
Ayaaz, stood straight with his head high and hands at his back, with the bodyguard, Dastagir looking down beside him. She frown as she step down unconsciously with a lot of pain she yelp which made everyone snap their head towards her
She widen her eyes.
Shit!
She wasn't supposed to be seen, she was planning to hide and listen to their conversation. Now no way back, she had to face them
She look done as she decent down the stairs slowly, and gulp
"Assalamualaikum" she said in soft voice and her father and the old man reply
"Hazal, yahan aao. Baitho idr" her father pat the seat beside him as she clutch her dupatta and nod. Obidiently sitting beside her father.
All the way her head ducked low.
"Zeeshan Sahab, Aaj jo kuch bhi hua.....main aapse maafi mangta hoon. Pata nahi kaise mere bodyguard ne ye la parwahi kardi " The man glare at Dastagir
"Jo kuch bhi aaj hua...Maafi ke layak nahi Tha Mr. Yaqub" Zeeshan said sternly making Hazal sunk more in her seat.
Ayaaz observe her and look away, he didn't wanted to be caught looking at her.
He was just a bodyguard, a servant.
"Mujhe maaf karde Sir" Dastagir said guilty, not once looking up
"KAISI MAAFI?! TUMHE PATA BHI HAI LADKE AAJ KYA HOJATA?!?" Zeeshaan roared as Hazal flinch.
"Aaj ye laa parwahi ke wajah se main meri beti kho deta!!" Zeeshan hissed
Everyone kept quiet. It was rightful for him to be furious about this, he was Hazal's father.
"Woh toh shukar hai Allah ka ki usne Ayaaz ko bhej diya. Aaj dusri bar usne meri beti ki jaan bachai hai" Zeeshan voice soften as he look at Ayaaz with grateful voice. Hazal Glance at him as well, but look away when she was caught looking at him by him.
"Thank you Ayaaz, main tumhara ye ehsaan kabhi nahi pura kar paunga" Zeeshaan look down
"Aise baatein na karre Sir, ye mera farz hai. Rahi ehsaan ki baat...Toh aapka mujhe pe ek bht bada ehsaan hai, jiska koi mukabla nahi" Ayaaz said firmly as Zeeshan and Mr. Yaqub smile at him.
Kaisa Ehsaan? Hazal frown mentally
"Zeeshan Sahab, main ise accha sabak leta hoon. Aap kehte hai toh main isse naukari se—"
YOU ARE READING
𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐭🍁 | Forbidden Affection
Romance"ᵉᵏ ᵍᵃˡᵗⁱ ʳᵒᶻ ᵏʳ ʳʰᵉ ʰᵃⁱ ʰᵘᵐ, ᴶᵒʰ ᵐⁱˡᵉᵍᵃ ʰⁱ ⁿʰⁱ ᵘˢᵖᵉ ᵐᵃʳ ʳʰᵉ ʰᵃⁱ ʰᵘᵐ" ｡*♡✧*。 Have you ever felt so attached to someone, that you get a moment of realisation of "Ahh fuck! This is gonna hurt" ? Their...
