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tu wo zaalim hai jo dil mein rehkar bhi mera na ho saka, aur dil wo kafir jo mujhmein rehkar bhi tera hogaya
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"Where were you?"

Madiha scowled at the question as her lips twisted unnaturally, her eyes gleaming with demonic annoyance. She walked past him, into the room that the two of them were sharing for the time being.

"You were supposed to rest." He shuffled behind her closing the door shut. She noticed he had changed into a clean pair of black sweatpants and a shirt that seemed two sizes too big on his body.

"Tum kya deevar ki chipkali ho? Aate jaate logon par nazar daali hui hai." She grunted removing her abaya with great difficulty as she threw it in a pile on the chair nearby. Closing her eyes, she sat down, her body drowning with exhaustion but her mind was at unease, reeling with incredulous possibilities.

"Madiha! If you keep this up, your stitches will snap open." He replied, his forehead scrunching in tension. This woman was pulling at the strings in his heart and she was being merciless in her pursuit. He couldn't pretend to not care even if he tried his best.

"Just leave me alone, okay? I didn't want to come here in the first place. I shouldn't have listened to you, you are only adding onto my problems." As soon as these words left her mouth she regretted them, his crestfallen face only added to her guilt. Shaking her head she shuddered out one last time hoping he would go away before she could hurt him more. "Mustafa, just go. Go back to your Janam."

"Janam?" His pupils visibly dilated, as he took slow steps towards her, not taking one visible clue that she wanted him to not be near her.

"That friend of yours."

"Her name is Sanam." He replied sitting across from her but leaving enough face that if given the opportunity she wouldn't claw down his face.

"Sanam-Janam, tumhari mehbooba-maashooqa jo bhi hai." She dismissively swatted her un-injured hand, not meeting his curious gaze. "Just go away."

"It's not like that..." Mustafa frowned, wanting to lean in more to check her wound but he wasn't one to take risks. So he sat back mumbling to himself.

"Why not? She is very pretty. Kaali-Kaali ankhein, Gore-Gore gaal. She looks just like your type."

"How do you know what my type is?" He questioned, finding the courage to lean in a little more, his perfectly dark eyebrows shooting up in amusement. Her face immediately froze as if just realising what she had blurted out but soon she frantically diverted the topic.

"You are getting old, plus the bad reputation of a runaway groom. You don't seem to have many prospective romantic options."

"To think of it, if Kaali-Kaali ankhein and Gore-Gore gaal are my type, then you have both of those things. Plus a pretty face and a soiled reputation just like me." He leaned impossibly close now, his lips quirking upwards into what resembled a smirk. Only a hair's breadth space remaining between them, he knew he was testing the stormy waters that would backsplash on him any moment but he surely was enjoying her discomfort. "That makes you the perfect prospective romantic option, does it not?"

"Mustafa..." She breathed out warningly, barely managing to not graze his lips with hers. Her tongue swiping at her lower lip, leaving them rosy glistening.

"Madiha..."His eyes darted back to her lips, they weren't touching at all but they could if they wanted to, the line was blurring, sanity hanging by a thread. Hearts threatening to break past the confines of their ribs, shattering them into nothingness. Yet, here they were both breathing and alive, living a moment so forbidden that it would ruin them or leave them helpless with longing.

"Move away.." She whispered, closing her eyes shut, almost painfully.

"I can't seem to..." He whispered back, his forehead now touching her perspiration covered one. "Let me be with you, Madiha. I will be anything you want..." Before he could continue further she moved away abruptly.

Her eyes still closed as her brain hammered itself against her skull. She knew this was coming, she was being a fool . She was being too desperate, too hopeful to have something that wasn't meant to exist. For a moment he smelt to her like the perfect fairy tale inked with love and dreams but she knew he was nothing but a rich boy away from the realities of the world, the dark world that she had lived in, survived in.

"You will be anything I want you to be? Okay be Batman." She squeaked unnaturally as she laid down on the bed, pushing him away to the other side with her legs.

Dumbfounded Mustafa sat wondering what had just happened. Just a few seconds ago they were so close and now he sat almost on the edge of the bed contemplating his life choices. Fucking Dimwitted he was, why did he have to open his mouth to get rid of the feelings that plagued him? What an embarrassment.

Getting up from the bed, he mortifyingly walked towards the couch and laid down on it. The tension coupled with the exhaustion of the day caused him to drift off into sleep sooner than he anticipated, but on the other side Madiha laid wide awake, listening to his loud breathing as he slept with his mouth open. He looked like a toddler.

For a moment she had let herself get swayed, for a moment she wanted to taste the life he was promising to offer, but before their skins could touch she knew what he would feel like.

Expensive Caramel Musk & Depression.

And both of those things were not something she could afford, specially not after the abysmal feelings she had gotten from delivering the forsaken file this time. Certainly not when they gave her uncertain responses of her sister's safety. Definitely not when she had called her sister's number and it was switched off.

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Hamza walked into his demented boss's office, his eyes already widening at the change in the usually ominous dark environment. Soft tunes bounced off the ash grey walls. The romantic number played in the background as the man behind the desk hummed softly in a trance.

He had never anticipated that his eyes would witness such a sight out of all the perturbed things he had seen till date working under Farris Hamdani's employment.

"Hamza, get your constipated face out of here if you are just going to stand there." Farris's voice roared shaking him away from the trauma that he was about to endure.

"Bo-ss—" He stuttered out like his initial days at the job, but Farris cut him to it. "What badkismat news have you brought this time to ruin my mood?"

Quickly composing himself Hamza took brisk steps towards his desk, drawing out his iPad and swiping through it.

"I have found, Madiha Liaquat."

Farris smacked down the speakers off, his eyes widening ever so slightly having caught off guard. Hamza was proficient, that's why he was employed as his assistant but this was too quick even for him.
"How?"

"Mustafa Rahmanzai and her are hiding at his friend's house not far from here. Madiha Liaquat seems to be injured. She has made two calls last night at 12:30 from a local phone-booth, as spotted by a messenger I had posted near the house."

"Isn't she worried she is going to get caught? She is usually a lot more stealthy than this." Farris questioned, his fingers running through his black mane of hair.

"Usually she is alone."

"Mustafa Rahmnazai ran away willingly then and very clearly she cares for him. If not, why would she end up staying at such a traceable place?"

"Well, the first call she made was to Begum Zarmina Junejo's secretary and it lasted for a minute and a half." Hamza apprised, causing Farris's interest to only peak up at the name of his father's opponent. The only politician who was fighting tooth and nail to win the next election. So Madiha Liaquat wasn't infact working for any multinational syndicates that would topple over corrupt political parties, she was working for just the opposing party, gathering dirt.

Who they were thinking of some vigilante was nothing but an ambitious girl who probably wanted to take down Qassim Hamdani. The only difficult part was to reach her and here she was right within their palms just because of one loophole in her plan. Mustafa Rahmanzai. Her definite downfall.

"Who was the second call to?"

"Hoor Liaquat." Hamza replied meeting his gaze that immediately hardened. "But, Bhabhi's phone is switched off."

"Is that all?" Farris questioned, his voice holding no emotions. This was the man, Hamza was familiar with, not the man who was carelessly humming moments back, almost seeming human.

Forwarding the image of the demolished house where his newly married boss had threatened marriage to his wife yesterday. It was just a cluster of rubbles, vessels and clothes spread around.

"Who did this?" The beast of a man thundered, his voice laced with rage. Hamza could almost feel the molten lava that was bubbling under his skin. A thirst for destruction.

"Qassim Hamdani."

"Is kamine buddhe ki shaamat aayi hai mere haathon. Aadhe paon qabar mein rakhe hue hai aur phir bhi iski gobar khane waali aadatein nahi gayi hai." Farris cursed, his thoughts only imagining what would've happened if he hadn't brought Hoor to his house yesterday. That old man was surely going to die and he would make sure it was a slow painful death.

"He hasn't called in a few days. He is doing this to get to you." Hamza added.

"He wants to meet me, right? I'll give him a fucking meeting of a life time."

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He knew he was the worst, he had committed almost all of the sins in the world that were too explicit to even put to words. He didn't care anymore, he didn't care for anyone, not even himself. The only thing that kept him sane was his ruinous lifestyle. He was beyond convinced that he was unfit for human relationship but for her he was willing to change that. He would move mountains just to have her in his life.

"Why haven't you eaten anything?" He questioned, as he entered the garden where she sat on the grass, looking up at the starless sky, her body clad in a simple soft pink salwar suit, face devoid of make-up.

When she didn't reply back, he shook his head realising why. So, he sat down beside her on the ground, his legs crossed.
"Hoorie, why haven't you eaten anything?"He leaned forward, turning her face towards his.

Her eyes darted to his lips, reading what he was saying but she refused to reply, her own lips quivering.

"What happened?" He tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing past her soft cheeks. It almost felt like a beautiful dream, the first time he had seen her he wanted to make her his and now that she was right before him it felt like he didn't have her at all. She had consumed him, his desires, his existence.

"I am a naive fool. That is what has happened." She whispered, her lips parting. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears, but they remained unshed turning to poison for the man before her.
"You know why I told you my name that day? You know why I told you I was deaf?"

When he gave no reply, his gaze lingering on her anguished face, she continued.
" Because I am an idiot! I trust people easily, I trusted you because you saved me that day. Even Madi tells me I shouldn't trust so easily but I did with you. Guess where that has landed me, Farris?

"Yasmin! Bring me a plate of food!" He roared out loudly, his face not giving away even an ounce of reaction. Hoor involuntarily flinched back not because she heard him, but because how dangerous he looked. Almost like a wounded animal ready to attack.

Soon enough an elderly woman rushed outside carrying a plate of food in one hand and a glass of what seemed like orange juice.

"Eat!" He barked out, taking the plate as he scooped up some rice and gravy putting it near her mouth. But she refused despite how scary he seemed. His jaw locked clenched, lips stretched out into a thin life, eyes holding fury. A beast, a hauntingly beautiful beast.

"Do you not want to see your sister alive, Hoor?" His sinister voice echoed, causing her to snap her mouth open, the tears finally cascading down her cheeks. He remorselessly fed her the first bite, seemingly unaffected by her condition.

Silently, he continued feeding her this time and she didn't refuse. She didn't even meet his gaze, just shed tears of pain, digust and anger. Had she fallen into a hell-hole of a life time just to save her sister?

"Tell me something, this sister of yours, who you care so much about, does she even love you as much? She disappeared without letting you know, didn't even contact you, left you to fend for yourself." Farris taunted once he had finished feeding her, the entire plate empty.

"S-she loves me m-ore than your s-so-called love. She wouldn't have ever forced me to do something that I didn't want. I know she has her reasons." Hoor glared at him hiccuping, fiercely protective of her sister. But doubts still lingered in her mind. Madi had the audacity do something risky knowing it would harm them, what kind of people had she involved herself with this time? It was normal for her, despite Hoor's constant worries, her sister would disappear for a day or two saying she had important work, the next day she would come home with money. But this time it was surpassing more than a week.

"More than me?" He laughed out lasciviously, his body language turning stiff. "Do you even know how much I love you?"

"You don't love me Fa—" Her words were cut short when he leaned closer to her, cupping her jaw in his rough palms, surprisingly the grip was soft. She almost expected him to handle her violently, but he didn't.

"Har kadam, har lamha, har saans, maine ye zindagi guzari hai, maine sirf nafrat hi jaani hai.." The tip of his nose touched her cheek, as his mouth whispered closely to her ear, causing her heart to leap out from her chest. Her breathing was uneven at their proximity, she could barely even manage to read his lips as she became lightheaded.
"Par pehli baar mai har cheez ko nafrat se nahi dekh raha, har us takleef, har us aziyat ko nazar andaaz kardiya, pata hai kyu, Hoorie?"

She couldn't even shake her head or push him away because his presence was making her see stars, she was trapped in an abyss that rendered her at the mercy of the monster.
"Kyuki un sab azaabon ka tum savaab ho."

Her breath hitched when she felt his hot lips against her jaw, leaving butterfly kisses across her skin.
"Aur Farris Hamdani apne sar ese hazaar azaab laine ko taiyyar hai agar usse aakhir mein uski Hoor naseeb ho."
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Helloo, my mushrooms!

How did you like the chapter?

I am not satisfied with it, but we have two majnus in the house; Mustafa-bewakoof-Rahmanzai and Farris-toxic-aashiq-Hamdani. Should the girls give them more hard times?

Ik the urdu dialogues are a lot, but Urdu ki vibes hi alag hoti hai bhai.

Do you want the rest of the scenes to be more focused on Madiha-Mustafa-Farris or would you like some Farris-Hoor scenes as well? Because initially Hoor wasn't supposed to be a part of the story apart from playing Madiha's sister's role but since Farris ki nazar padofied on her I began writing their scenes.

Do let me know what you would like because I have no plans on dragging this story, max to max 30 chapters will be there!

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