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koshish bohot ki ke raaz e muhabbat bayan na ho
mumkin kahan tha ke aag lage aur dhuwaan na ho
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Farris Hamdani had made a decision.

A decision that was going to make or break the course of his life. He had waited too long, far too long in his dictionary to have her out of his mind. To not ruin an innocent's life. But guess what? The mighty had fallen, his resolve broke to crumbs.

So here he stood at her door step, to devour her whole selfishly. The decision was to make her his. To keep her with him forever.

The door opened a few minutes after he had rung the bell, the house was almost crippled, its ashy chipped away walls, worn out wooden door and the dangerous neighbourhood that it was located in made Farris want to rage wars to take her away to his own lonely house.

"Yes?" A meek voice called out from inside, a sliver of her head peeking from behind the door.

"It's me, Farris." He replied, his hands itching to open the door wider, to have a look at her.

Soon the door swung open, revealing Hoor Liaquat in all her glory, there she stood having a piece of his stone cold heart without his knowledge like she owned it. A expansive red chiffon dupatta spread about her chest, paired with a worn out white kurti and some jeans. Her wild hair flying about in directions entrancing every fibre that belonged to him.

"What are you doing here?" Although her question gruff, a smile played at her lips.

"I wanted to ask you something." He replied back solemnly.

"How did you know where I lived, Farris?" Hoor frowned still utterly cautious of the familiar man.

"Can I come in?" Farris questioned instead, removing his gold rimmed sunglasses, blinking against the harsh sun rays.

"No." Came here abrupt reply shocking them both as she stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. She looked at him pointedly through her emerald green eyes. "We can talk out here."

Wordlessly he pulled out a box from his pocket and forwarded it in her direction. His eyes observing her  expressions, memorising them. His gaze remained that of a person who had seen the beginning of the world and its end all the same.

"No, I can't accept this. It's too much. No, Farris." She replied, her eyes widening in stupefaction, seeing the brand new phone extended towards her.

"I owed you one, remember?"

"Farris, No. I was just kidding." She shook her head profusely, her plump cheeks tinting red.

"Well, I am not. Take it."

In reply she simply shook her head, refusing to meet his gaze, in short refusing to even understand what he was saying as she looked everywhere else.

"Hoor.." He whispered, his patience wearing thin. She looked like a rose plucked straight from the gardens of heaven, enticing the sinner in him to grasp it and never let go.

When she refused to look at him, he wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her right against his chest. Hoor let out a surprised gasp as her hand rested against his chest trying to distance herself from him.
"What are you doing, Farris?"

The way she called his name. Oh God. It made the venereal urges in his go haywire. He wanted to take her right there, in his arms. Merge her to himself. Her soft vanilla scent was only making him lose his mind.

"Marry me." He finally whispered, making sure, she was looking at him. Reading his lips, understanding what he was saying.

Heaving gasps escaped Hoor's lips as she blinked back in disturbance. Her face turning red, was it because of the heat, shame or anger Farris couldn't understand.
"Marry me, Hoor." He repeated, his eyes zeroing in on her plump red lips that were parted.

"No.."She replied softly, her mind finally gaining its senses as she struggled in his arms trying to push way, but he relented only tightening his arms around her. "Leave me.. I won't marry you."

Farris was prepared for the devastation of her rejection. He knew she would never accept him. Any self respecting girl wouldn't.

"Tell me why. Give me one valid reason, why you won't marry me?" He questioned, his arms wounding around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. Their noses almost touch from their proximity.

"I will give you not one, but three valid reasons why I won't marry you." She refuted fiercely, meeting his gaze. "First, you are already married and I have no wish to be a home-wrecker. Second, we barely know each other, just because you saved me twice doesn't mean I will marry you. Third, my sister is still missing, her whereabouts unknown, marriage is the last thing on my mind right now."

"None of these reasons are valid, meri jaan." He simply smirked, his hands sliding down her back, pressing his body against her soft one. "I am not married, you will be the first and last wife I have. Do you know who I am? I am that monster who will have what he wants by hook or crook and right now I want you."

"Zabardasti karenge aap mere saath ab?" Her eyes started clouding with unshed tears, she hated that she had to read his lips to understand what he meant. She hated that she even had to look at him.

"Agar tum meri baat manogi to bilkul nahi karoonga." He replied, his rough palm clutching her jaw, caressing it with his thumb.

"Dhamki bhi de rahe hai ab. Kyu mere peeche parey hai aap?" She almost cried out, trying to flinch away from his touch. She was rendered helpless each time she tried, his thundering figure was making it incredibly difficult for her to escape.

"Ishq hogaya hai mujhe tumse. Pata nahi lekin mere zehen se tum kyu nahi jaati. Bus tumhare hi khayaal aate hai." He replied leaning down as he joined his forehead with hers. It felt like a burden was off his shoulders finally. His lungs filling with her scent, if death came to him, he only prayed it came in the form of her. Hoor Liaquat.

"Ishq mein majboor nahi kiya jaata. Ishq mein izzat hoti hai." She replied, tears now leaking from the corners of her eyes. Her heart hammering against her chest. She hated how intense his words sounded. He almost sounded sincere but his actions were the complete opposite.

"Toh meri izzat ban jao. Mujhe se shaadi karlo." He breathed heavily leaning back.

"I can't, Farris. Please understand, I can't."

His eyes narrowed to slits, his face hardening, jaw taut. The tears that now flowed freely from her eyes made his heart ache. But it was overpowered by the sensation to claim her forever. He was positive he would wreak havoc to a world where she wasn't his, he wouldn't let her live in peace. For the sake of both of their well beings he had to do this.

"I will find your sister and bring her before you within a week if you marry me." He murmured softly, wiping the tears that were flowing down her cheeks freely.

Hoor's eyes widened in desperation as she held onto his shirt tightly.
"What do you mean by that? Do you know where she is?"

"Your sister, Madiha Liaquat got involved with some really dangerous people. She is under the radar of a lot of politicians, you aren't safe as well because of that." Farris answered truthfully, he knew this would definitely make her agree if not anything else.

"That can't be true. My sister is not like that. You are lying." Hoor refused to believe a word leaving his mouth but the fear in her heart made it difficult. What if Madi truly was in danger? It was a very Madi thing to do. To lock horns with people stronger than her.

"You believe what you want, meri jaan. But, trust me when I say this, I am the best shot you have at seeing your sister safe."

"Khuda ka wasta, Farris. If you truly love me like you claim to, bring my sister back. I beg you, don't do this." Hoor almost begged, her fears coming to life. The thoughts that she had suppressed in the past few days regarding her sister's disappearance coming to life.

"Mujhe koi khuda ka wasta nahi. Khuda nahi hota, Hoor." He replied back, his voice dangerously callous. "Marry me. That's all I want in return."

Hoor lowered her eyes defeated. She didn't want to look at him anymore. His eyes, his lips, his face gave her immense pain. She wasn't going to win no matter how much she convinced him. She had accepted her fate. Her sister mattered to her more than life itself and for her, she would make a deal with the devil.

"Okay."

"You will marry me?"
She nodded her head emotionlessly, her body going limp in his arms.

"Just remember one thing, Farris Hamdani—-" she began freeing herself from his arms and this time he let her go.

"Aapne aaj mujhe majboor kiya hai, kal aapko jab mera khuda majboor karega tab mei aapse utni hi hamdardi karoongi jitni aapne mere saath aaj ki hai."

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The depreciation of what you gained and the desire for what you did not leads man to death.

Farris was finally married to her. The very moment she had agreed, he had arranged for a Qazi and conducted the nikkah. His wife of only a hour now sat in his bedroom, while he instructed Hamza to find Madiha Liaquat as a first priority. He had promised his wife something and he was going to fulfill his promise alright.

Entering his room he saw Hoor. She was standing in the attached balcony of his room, the white curtain ruffling from the breezing wind. She was still dressed in the peach net embroidered peplum top with flaring pants with intricate zari work. She wore no jewellery and her hair was left open in beach waves. The soft strands kissing her cheeks.

He had imagined her in his room countless times during the past few days, on his bed sleeping, getting ready with her things sprawled on his dresser, gazing at the sky in his balcony just like she was doing now. Even when she wasn't in front of his eyes, she was all he could see. Although in his imagination she was a lot more happier.

"Hoor?" He whispered, turning her around to face him once he had reached the balcony.

She looked at him with no emotion, her face holding absolutely no hate, no disgust, no love.

"You will fall sick, come inside." He said softly, guiding her to his bed and making her sit as he closed the balcony.

"Naraz ho, meri jaan?" He questioned, sitting in front of her on his knees, his hands brushing the insolent strands of hair away from her eyes.

"Ijazat hai mujhe aapse narazi karne ki?" She mumbled, slightly repulsed by his gaze.

"Bilkul hai. Bus tume hai." He replied giving her a small smile that could stop the world as he took her palms in his. "Hit me, shout at me, scold me. Just don't stop talking to me."

"You realise how psychotic you sound, don't you?" Hoor snarled, snatching her hands away from his.

"I am a psychotic monster, ruthless, selfish and extremely cruel. But I am nothing but your slave in the end." Farris let out a sarcastic laugh, leaning towards her.

"Don't say things you don't mean." Hoor whispered, slightly intimidated. He wasn't the Farris that had been her saviour before. He seemed at the moment how he had professed to be earlier. Something sinister that made her skin crawl.

Before she knew he was leaning down and kissing each of her eyes. Almost like repenting for his mistakes on his knees.

The devil was kissing her eyes and repenting for his sins. He held her entire face in his palms, leaving seductive caresses across her skin, desolving her in his sinful hands like blood.
She wanted to push his away, to run far away from the destruction she had destined herself to by signing those nikkah papers with him.

But the intensity of his kisses left her believing that she was indeed being worshipped. Her naive mind gave in. What she didn't realise was, the devil is good at pretending to be everything that you want. He was the very temptation that drove sinning.

That evening Hoor Liaquat had become a sinner, painted in her husband's kisses.

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"Sanam, this is my wife, Madiha." As soon as those stupid words left Mustafa's forsaken stupid mouth, Madiha wanted to throw the nearest chair at his face.

Or herself. Shut up!

"What? Is this why you ran away from your wedding?" The witch, sorry Mustafa's friend questioned her eyes widening.

"Urm yeah.." He replied back, nervously rubbing the back of his neck while Madiha controlled every bone in her body to not elbow him in the ribs.

"You do know that the whole city is searching for Aabish and you right? Your family is going to hunt you down soon." She said, her face becoming a mixture of fear and confusion.

"No Shit Sherlock, Sanam.. wait what?! Why are they searching for Aabish?"
Before Sanam could reply to Mustafa's question Madiha's obnoxiously loud laughter boomed high. Almost trampling into the ground but Mustafa held her up.

"She ran away as well, didn't she? Oh Mustafa, your rotten luck." She continued sniggering, coughing out loudly in between her fits of guffawing.

"Shut up! Pagal Aurat." Mustafa glared at the revolting woman, before looking at his friend. "She is injured. Can you please check her wound? It looks infected."

"I will, but Mustafa I hope you know you are in deep shit." Sanam said, motioning them to follow her inside the house, and then later into a room that resembled a doctor's office. The name tag on the desk read, "Dr. Yousuf Wahab, MBBS, MD, Orthopaedic Surgeon."

"He is already full of shit." Madiha giggled out more following inside as Sanam made her sit on one of the chairs.

"Can you stop talking for a few minutes?!" Mustafa seethed coming to her side but she flicked him off.
"Can you stop whizzing around me like a bee?"

"Is someone getting married?" Mustafa questioned, avoiding Madiha's snarky remarks as Sanam instructed her to remove her jacket and show her the wound. The house had been utterly decorated to perfection like a bride when Mustafa and Madiha had stumbled inside in their dirt ridden abayas. Thankfully only a few people were around when they had come, so they waited around until everyone had left, hiding amongst the bushes in the garden, until they spotted Sanam, Mustafa's friend.

"Oh ya, Fizaa Baaji is getting engaged."

"What? To that College Professor?" Mustafa gaped, moving to Sanam's side completely abandoning Madiha.

"Ya, his name is Mehraan. He is actually quite sweet and Baji eventually agreed because Baba liked him a lot." Sanam replied, grimacing at the wound, it was indeed infected, she didn't understand how Madiha had dealt with the pain this long.

"It's going to sting a little, I am going to stitch you up okay?"

Madiha nodded mindlessly, her eyes drifting to Mustafa who was frowning at Sanam. She felt an irrational urge in her heart. Blood idiot.

"Can we stay here for a few days until everything calms down?" He questioned, just as Sanam sterilised the wound with antiseptic, causing Madiha to hiss out in pain as she turned her head to the other side tears clouding her vision. It hurt like a mother-fucking bitch.

"Araam se karo na yaar. She is in pain." Surprisingly enough, she heard Mustafa's worried yelping not even seconds later. It took her entire existence to not smile wide, her pain forgotten for a second.

"Shut up and sit down, Mustafa." Sanam glared at him but he refused, standing close to her, peering over her shoulder.

"Sanam, be a little careful. What kind of doctor are you?" Mustafa continued annoying her every time Madiha even shifted in discomfort.

"You do it yourself then, since you are so worried about the pain!" She finally snapped, pulling the last stitch through her skin.

"I would've if I knew how to." He huffed, coming to Madiha's side as she shook her head, trying to shake off the tears.

"Here, have this painkiller after food. I will send in some food with this idiot husband of yours. Drink lots of water and don't put pressure on your arm." Sanam instructed Madiha, her voice soft, but she only nodded her head, the pain too unbearable.

"Stop mopping around that poor girl will you? She is going to divorce you before you can even go on a honeymoon." Sanam snapped at Mustafa, causing him to glare at her, before he followed her out of the room. Throwing worried glances at Madiha who refused to look up.

She quickly wiped her tears once they were out of sight. She looked at the file that was wrapped in her jacket, she had to deliver it tonight. With that she realised, she was getting too attached to Mustafa Rahmanzai. She had even listened to his petty demands of getting her treated by his friend. She had to keep a low identity and yet here she was in a fake marriage with the likes of the man who was nothing but a liability.

She wasn't going to let anything get in her way. She didn't need another person to care for, to live with the fear of losing. She had enough pain as it is, Mustafa wasn't something she needed to add to her worries.

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(Le author realising that the story is finally taking shape)
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Helloo my baby cornss!

How did you like the chapter?
Thoughts on Farris Bhai? What is Madiha going to do next?

I actually have the whole storyline sketched out with an outstanding ending lmao, i just need to pen it out, hopefully i will be able to!

I can't even imagine the readers who are going to read this chapter because obviously the lack of updates has decreased the readers drastically but hey, anyone who is reading this i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing!

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