Mine To Be Called ✓

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Daneen touched her shoulder. "I understand this, Andi but you should try to understand as well. We aren't granted this permission that we can have relationships with guys before marriage."

"They have given us so many permissions. This one wouldn't bite anyone. You know what? The problem is that none ever raised their concern and negated over this ritual in our family. Arfa Api, Maida Api, Zarish Api, Faria Api, and even you, Dani. You all accepted the potential husband chosen for you. That's why they will never understand what we feel. You guys should have raised some voice upon this injustice," she told her.

"That isn't injustice, Andi. It's not like we all had been shoved with a decision that we have to abide by no matter what. In my case, Mama herself came to ask me if I was okay with Zaroon's and proposal and she would only proceed with the talks if I said yes. Zaroon is a nice man and not a bad choice. If I would've said no, they wouldn't have engaged me to him," Daneen uttered, truthfully.

Andaleeb pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "The thing is the same. Zaroon isn't your choice. You just made peace with our parents' decision. I don't want to do that. I want to choose my life partner by myself."

Daneen pressed her lips together. "Not always love marriages work smoothly and not always arranged marriages are failed. Look at Mama and Baba. They are such a perfect couple."

She wiggled her brows. "They are. I won't deny but c'mon Dani. I want Aurang and no one else. Mohid is a very good man but I don't want to marry him. Aurang has captured my heart already."

Daneen placed her hand over her arm. "I can infer you, Andi. And I won't say you are wrong. Choosing your desired life partner isn't a bad thing. And I wish you the best of luck. Mama and Baba love you and they can change their viewpoint for you."

She grinned. "I know they would never say no to me. Aurang is a nice guy and they will listen to my stance. Status and wealth etc doesn't matter for them as well."

Daneen nodded. "Can I meet Aurang first?"

Andaleeb who was sprinkling perfume on her stopped and darted her attention back to her sister. "Why?"

She lifted a shoulder. "Just randomly. I want to see how he is and have a bit of talk with him before you will bring him in front of Mama and Baba."

"I'll discuss this with him and then surely you can meet him. Besides, I want to wait for at least our graduation. Aurang should have a reasonable job in his hand before he will meet my parents," she explained, as as the matter of fact.

Daneen liked this idea. Whatever it was, a jobless person would never get approved by their parents at all. It was good that Andaleeb comprehended this herself.

"I came here to get your laptop. Mine isn't working lately and I have to answer a few emails. Can I take yours?" She questioned.

Daneen was working in a clinic as a pharmacist.

"Of course. You don't need to ask me for anything, Dani. Mine is yours and yours is mine. Right?" She giggled in the end.

Daneen laughed too. "Yes. Thanks."

She grabbed her laptop which was resting on the table.

"I'll leave now. Take care," Andaleeb said before both the sisters left her room and took their own ways.

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The groans and sighs were heard in this small dark room. There was foul odor of blood all around as well as the floor and walls had stains of red. His breath came in labor as the strong mafia man was done with this cycle of torture with him. It had sustained some internal injuries to him and he got serious wounds over his ribs. His attentive and shrewd eyes moved here and there, scanning everything.

The two men who were torturing him were now currently sleeping over the chairs on the corner. He was given a chance to live this day as the next day, Aslan Aysin himself would cut his throat after getting done with today's engagement party of his daughter.

Ceylan. She looked so beautiful today but now she would wear the ring of Emir's name on her hand. While he would embrace death.

He rubbed the bottom of his nose and struggled to remove the ropes around his body. After a lot of effort, he was able to withdraw a dagger out of his pocket. He sliced the layers of doors and got freed within no time. Stashing the knife back in its original place, he got up with a jolt. As he stood, he took meticulous steps towards two men. A sinful smile came over his lips as he moved his hand over his arm, feeling no bulk or change there.

He crouched a bit and touched his arm with the shoulders of both the men. Their breath hitched in their throats and then their necks tilted sideways as their bodies became lax and relaxed. This would give him enough time to act upon what he wanted.

He ambled out of this cell and headed towards another one which looked like its same copy. There he found his father in the similar circumstances as he was a while ago. The guards here were sleeping as well. His eyes met his father's and both exchanged a smirk. A gleam occupied his orbs as he did the same with these guards as well before freeing his father.

He yanked the phone from the pocket of a fainted man and opened a familiar tab that showed the map of this hidden and odd torture cell. His father put a finger at a small locale in the map and he nodded firmly as a relaxed breath left his mouth.

They both rushed towards the site and found it once again dimly lit. Two men were guarding it. Giving the same treatment to them, both of them headed inside and found a man lying in the corner of the cell. He was groaning in pain. His face brightened at their sight.

The younger man went ahead and gave a tiny device to the man and mumbled something in his ear. "Come."

Minutes later, they were following a weird and complicated basement which was a backup route of here to escape this torture cell. A car was waiting outside and all three of them hopped inside it.

"Let's run!'" The younger guy took the steering wheel and said to the third man while the second man nodded as well.

The car drove for more than one hour before its tire screeched a barren road. A helicopter was already on hold for them. The man on the passenger seat shook hands with the younger man and then walked over to the helicopter before it flew away and became a dot-like.

"I am indebted to you. You can always find me as a help in Turkey," he mumbled.

"I'll be grateful. You will be well protected by your government," he replied.

The other man bobbed his head. "Of course. They want the doom of this mafia."

They again swapped a smile before the older man got disappeared in the thin light. The younger man took his phone out and dialed a number.

"Pakistani Ambassador in Turkey Mr. Ilyas Ahmad had been successfully taken away from the pawns of White Lion Gang. He is on his way back to his hometown. The mission is accomplished."

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