A H A D
“ Yes…take care of the meeting—I'll be there— “ I said Laying on the bed with a blanket over me and my body all hot but still I was feeling cold . Werid , fever is so werid . I was talking to my PA telling him that I will come to the meeting but my voice was cut off when someone snatch my phone from my hand . I look up to glare . I hate it when someone does this . Not that anyone tried till now . As I look but the glare soon faded away as if it was never there .
Ayesha was standing there holding my phone near her ear as she spoke to my PA with a glare towards me .
“ I'm so sorry but he won't be able to come . Yes some health issues . I hope you guys can adjust just one day without him …yes thank you “
She was still glaring towards me when she cut the call and hand my phone back to me .
“ what I told you a while ago Mr Malik ?“ she raised her eye brow towards me .
“ It was an important meeting— “ she cut me off . God I hate when someone cut me off but why am I not getting angry .
“ what I told you a while ago Mr Malik “ she said serious . I sigh and nodded
“ you said to take rest and do not even think about work “ I said looking around the room ,
Why am I feeling like a teenager who played cricket even though her mother told her not to play because it's cold outside .
“ And what you did ? “ she asked again as I close my eyes .
“ Mi amor that was important meeting I had to be there “ I said as she put a hand over my cheek her hands softness pulling me towards her more . I look up in her eyes as she was looking back in mine . Her eyes so beautiful .
“ They can handle your empire for a day Mr Malik . Your health is important “
My heart did something . I don't know what the hell is happening .
She pull her hand away as all the warmness went with her but the feel of her touch stayed.
“ I am going call me if you need anything “
She said and was about to leave when I automatically hold her wrist .
What the hell Ahad leave her hand . She turn and look at her wrist and then back at my eyes .
“ I-i … nothing just close the door when you are going to leave “ I said leaving her hand .
She nodded and walked out closing the door behind her .
I put my head on the pillow looking up at the ceiling . The image of brown eyes and dimple smile flash through my eyes . Her scent is still
Present in the room as if she have made this place her .
No Ahad don't . You know everything then why you are thinking like this . She is not yours and she can never be . The darkness has consumed you so much to even go back to light . The Ahad my parents know or the Ahad She knows is so different from the one I am .
The one who have blood on his hands and the one who have a different personality . The one who is not from the beautiful world but the one who belong to the dark world .
The notification from my phone buzz as i was pulled back to the world . I picked up my phone and saw a text from Flower .
Flower : “ Hello Bunny “
Me :” Hey flower . How are you “
Flower :” I am good but my husband is not “
Flower :” He is sick actually . So I thought to give him something that can work . And remembered that you once made a hot chocolate milk for me with some medicine . So I wanted your help “
How werid her husband is sick too .
Me :” yes why not . So you need to do is “
I told her the recipe . actually I added Haldi in the chocolate Milk . She was sick once so I asked my Ammi to make something that can be tasty but make her all better . And it worked she was all fine the next day .
Flower :” oh thank you so much. “
Me :” well how did your husband even get sick “
Not that I cared but I just wanted to know
Flower :” actually this happened because of me . I wanted to play under the rain and he came to accompany me . And then he got sick “
So he got sick just like me , what a coincidence— wait what ? I reread the text .
All the puzzles getting on their places . First she getting married. She then when she said she is going out . And then now.
Oh no oh no oh no . This means ….
My heart skip a beat . I got goosebumps .
Me :” can you tell me your name . I don't you ever told me. We always used to call eachother by nicknames “
I don't what I wanted to do . I wanted to dance like crazy but at the same time I wanted to punch someone in the ring
Flower :” I just realized that we never told eachother our names . How silly ? Anyways my name is Ayesha . And your ? “
As I read the text that was it ,because my heart was beating so fast . Get a hold Ahad .
It took all my effort to not tell her my real name instead I go with a imaginary name .
Me :” my name is … Eshan “
Well this name doesn't sound so bad . Great .
Flower :” amazing . Okay now I need to go before the chocolate Milk gets cold . Bye “
I turn off the phone . What the hell just happened . So the earring little girl is the girl I was forced to marry . The girl I have been loving since forever is my own wife I am pushing away . The earring that make my heart stop beating is the earring she gave me.
This is too much to take in all at once . I rub my face . When the door opened revealing her entering the room . Her careful eyes were on the cup and mine were on her . As if I am seeing her for the first and forever time . Time decided to slowed down like in some movie and my breathing became heavy .
“ Ahad ? where are you lost ? “ I blink my eyes as I realized I was just looking at her . While she was holding the cup for me . I look in her eyes and ….
A single tear escape my eye . Without me knowing .
Her eyes widened a little as I quickly wipe the tear . And hold the cup .
“ thank you “ I ignored her eyes who were looking at me .
“ something happened ? “ she asked sitting on the bed . I shook my head taking a sip of the chocolate Milk. It was so tasty .
“ won't you ask me how is it ? “ I ask her as she smiled her dimples visible .
“ no because I already tasted it . I don't want you to have something that tastes so awful “
I nodded
“ as you say fl- Mi amor “ I look at the wall clock and it was the time for her to leave for collage.
“ You should get ready and leave for collage “
She look at the clock and her eyes widened .
“ oh no I didn't realized . “ She got up and was about to rush to get ready when I stopped her.
“ wait . I will ask the driver to drop you and pick you you . “
She nodded and went to the dressing room .
I lay on the bed, my gaze drifting aimlessly around the room. The dressing room door creaked open, and there she was – Ayesha, walking out in a black kurta that clung to her figure with a grace that held me captive. The silver jewelry adorning her seemed to dance in the soft light
My heart raced, and I was momentarily lost in the sight before me. She had always been beautiful, her smile capable of lighting up even the darkest corners of my world. But today, there was something different, something magical about her appearance that held me captive.
I tore my gaze away, my eyes landing on the window as I cleared my throat, my heart still pounding in my chest. I couldn't let her catch me staring like some schoolboy with a crush. I focused on the outside world, the view beyond the window, as if it held the answers to all the questions I hadn't dared to ask.
Her footsteps drew closer, and I felt a strange mix of nervousness and exhilaration. She reached for her bag, her voice reaching me like a gentle melody, instructing me to take my medicine and rest. I nodded, my voice momentarily failing me. I watched her, captivated by the genuine concern in her eyes and the kindness that radiated from her.
“ Ahad please do take medicine and rest “
I mostly don't take instructions but Infront of her I am not Ahad Malik at all .
As she turned to leave, I stole another glance, my heart swelling at the sight of her smile. Those dimples—the ones that never failed to make my heart skip a beat—were on full display.
She left the room, her presence fading, but the imprint of her care and beauty remained.
Ahad Come on this is getting dangerous now .
A Y E S H A
As I walked towards the entrance of my college, my thoughts were consumed by Ahad. His recent illness had worried me greatly, and I couldn't shake off the memory of how he managed to eat the horrible-tasting food I had cooked, just to spare my feelings. A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips at the memory.
Lost in my own world, I barely noticed when the driver stopped the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out and absentmindedly thanked him before he drove away. The college loomed ahead, bustling with students and the familiar buzz of excitement. But amidst it all, my mind was fixated on Ahad's gentle smile and his insistence on pretending that my terrible cooking was actually delicious.
Am I behaving like a schoolgirl . Maybe yes
A sudden hand covered my mouth, jolting me out of my reverie. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the tight grip, my heart racing. The world around me seemed to blur as I fought to break free from the person's hold. The air around me grew suffocating as darkness crept at the edges of my vision. Despite my best efforts, the strength in that grip was overpowering.
As my struggles grew weaker, a sense of helplessness enveloped me. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, each moment becoming more distant and indistinct. My thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of fear and confusion, until finally, even that faded to black.
Everything went quiet, the sounds of the college fading away, replaced by an eerie silence. My world had been turned upside down in an instant, and as I drifted into unconsciousness, all that remained was the memory of Ahad's smiling face and the lingering taste fear .
I blinked my eyes open, my vision gradually adjusting to the dim light filtering in through a small, grimy window. My heart pounded in my chest as my surroundings slowly came into focus. The place was dirty, the air stale, and the feeling of being tied to the chair sent a shiver down my spine.
Panic began to creep in, tightening its grip on me. My breath quickened as I tried to make sense of what was happening. How had I ended up in this place? And why was I tied up?
A sound, distant yet unmistakable, echoed in the stillness—the rhythmic tapping of footsteps drawing closer. I turned my head toward the source of the sound, my eyes widening as they settled on the figure approaching me. It was Hamza, wearing a twisted smirk that sent shivers down my spine. His presence filled the room, an ominous force that suffocated me.
My anger and fear swirled together, a volatile mix that made my heart race even faster. He whistled as he came closer, the sound grating against my nerves. The moment he spoke, the words dripped with a chilling madness that sent ice through my veins.
My jaw clenched as I glared at him, refusing to let him see my fear. "I am not yours," I managed to grit out, my voice shaky yet defiant. "Leave me before you regret it."
He responded with a harsh grip on my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin. His touch sent a jolt of both pain and revulsion through me, but I refused to let him see it. His words sliced through the air like a blade, his possessiveness making bile rise in my throat.
"YOU ARE MINE," he bellowed, the intensity of his voice reverberating in the room. "EVERY SINGLE SMILE AND EVERYTHING OF YOURS IS MINE."
His words were like acid and his hold like posion . My eyes filled with tears but I pijsef them back . No you can't let him see your fear . No a single tear .
“ And you will get punished for every single laugh or smile or glance you spare to your loving husband . Ops even he will be punished . “
The Mention of Ahad made my heartbeat faster. No no he can't do anything to him . I won't let him .
“ Look at him with your dirty eyes and I will pull them out . Try to do something with him and you will regret even being born “
I said with the anger growing inside me like flames .
He laughed as if I told him a joke . But his eyes can tell that he did not win .
Allah please save me and Ahad . Protect him .
A H A D
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared at the wall clock, its ticking echoing loudly in the otherwise silent room. Anxiety clawed at my chest, a relentless grip that tightened with each passing minute. Where was Ayesha? The uncertainty gnawed at me, my heart pounding as if it was trying to escape its confines. I wasn't used to feeling this way—helpless, unsure, and utterly consumed by worry.
I got up, pacing the room, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness. I picked up my phone and called the driver, my voice tense as I asked, "Where is Ayesha? Why isn't she home?"
The driver's voice on the other end was shaky, "Sir, her school friend said she left by herself."
My heart sank, panic rising like a tide within me. "Where. Is. My. Wife?" I said each word with a steely edge, my frustration beginning to seep through
The driver hesitated, then finally answered, "I don't know, sir."
My anger boiled over, and without further ado, I stormed out of the room. I was sick, weak, and vulnerable, but in that moment, nothing mattered except finding Ayesha. My footsteps were heavy as I walked out of the house, my vision tunneling on the world outside.
"Where are you, flower?" I muttered under my breath as I got into the car and drove to her college. The campus was busy with students, but there was no sign of her. The worry was clawing at my throat as I marched into the college office, my voice loud and demanding, "WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?"
The room fell into an uneasy silence as the principal and staff looked at me, taken aback. I cared little for their reactions. "She did not come to class today," the principal started, but I cut him off with a fierce glare.
"If I cannot find her, pray for your damn college," I warned, my voice dripping with anger and desperation as I stormed out of the office.
I searched the places she often frequented—the park, the restaurant, the cafe, the library. She was nowhere. Panic surged through me, my hands trembling as the realization hit me that I had no idea where she could be.
"Kashif... I need your help." The words were a plea, a desperate call to arms to unravel the mystery that had consumed my world. Ayesha was out there somewhere, and I would stop at nothing to bring her back safely.
I walked into my office, my steps heavy with a mix of anticipation and dread. There, at his desk, sat Kashif—tall, composed, with a pair of piercing brown eyes behind his glasses. His suit spoke of professionalism, and he looked every bit the gentleman he was. As I approached him, his gaze lifted from the laptop screen to meet mine.
"Did you find..." My voice trailed off, my heart pounding audibly, a silent plea hidden within the unfinished question.
Kashif's lips curled slightly as he nodded. "I located her phone. It's still emitting signals, though they're weak due to the location."
A surge of relief washed over me, though it was quickly replaced by a mix of uncertainty and concern. Ayesha's phone being operational gave me hope, but the fact that she was in a place with low signals made my chest tighten with worry.
Kashif's words cut through my thoughts. "Well, Mr. Ahad, it's the first time I'm seeing you like this. Getting so worked up over your 'forced' wife. Quite unusual."
I brushed his remark aside, my focus solely on the task at hand. My anxiety was too consuming to let his words distract me. As Kashif patted my shoulder with an understanding smile, he offered a parting comment that left me a bit puzzled.
"When you find her, keep her."
His words lingered in the air as he walked away, leaving me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. My gaze returned to my desk, and I sank into the chair, staring blankly at the computer screen. The seconds ticked by, each one amplifying the weight of worry within me.
I picked up my phone and dialed Ayesha's number. It rang, the sound echoing in the quiet room, but there was no response on the other end. My fingers clenched around the phone as I leaned back, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring.
"Flower, just call me once. Just once," I whispered into the phone, my voice a plea carried on the wind. I closed my eyes briefly, as if trying to will her to answer, my thoughts racing as I contemplated my next move.
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