" Immature love says : I love you because I need you,
Mature love says : I need you because I love you "

* Erich Fromm *

" What's wrong Azfar, why aren't you believing me? "

I was constantly begging for him to trust me, that the photographs which were mailed at his address were not what they appeared to be.

They were clicked in my room when Farhan was roaming his hands over my body, so that was his plan. He wanted to destroy my life by making him go against me. To doubt my character?

" See Azfar, you have heard that hadeeth right in which Holy Prophet (pbuh) has said that the evil places his throne over the sea, and when his workers inform him that they've done this or that wrong he does not praise them. But when any of his army person, claims to have ignited separation seeds in the love of spouses, He pats his back and says you're one wonderful worker, you've done a great job. I'm happy with you! "

Our love was not blooming but it was facing the harshness of every climatic changes, with every passing day my love for him was growing deeper while the shaitan played his role persistently to make Azfar against me, and he was doing it through farhan.

Why farhan? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this masked appearance of yours? Why?

Azfar was on his phone and was typing something pretending that he wasn't hearing me, I was getting morbid by his attitude.

I recieved a text on my cell that displayed his name which said,

' Trust me Bellarina I never will doubt you. This is my plan against him. I want him to know that his cheap tricks are working so that I get to play my dice. I love you. '

He looked into my eyes, affection forming deep intense emotions visible through his dark orbs, embracing me in a heartwarming engulfment.

I traced my lips into a weak smile, holding firmly to his hand which he had held. He was a good husband, he loved me Alhamdulillah. I was lucky to have him. This proved me once again that whatever Allah plans is always best. He didn't work out my previous marriage as Farhan was not the one deserving me, it was Azfar.

" So what're you exactly going to do? "

I asked in a whisper, my cell was still hacked and I was in no position to change it because he'll get the clue that something is wrong and he'll waste no time in making our life hell.

' Leave your phone in your cupboard, get ready I'm going to tell you everything on our way. '

" Oh. "

I hadn't realised that my messages were also hacked obviously as my phone was and that meant he was informed about everything.

I took a notepad from the drawer of my side table, and then quickly penned down my fear.

" Azfar, my messages are also being read I guess I'm sure... I should've realised that before... How can I be so crazy... "

He took the pen and drew a smiley face, making we wonder on his action. Then he wrote,

' I knew it before, whatever I'm doing is a part of my plot. Trust me. Give me your hand. '

I looked at him bewildered, and hesitatingly placed my hand in his again. He held them affectionately, and slowly lingered his lips there for few seconds.

' I'll make sure he has to pay for insulting a woman. And that too, my woman. '

He wrote again, freeing his hand from my hold. He always forced me to smile, but a genuine one.

' Time to execute in action. '

He allowed his lips to twitch in a victorious style, making me giggle.

****

" This is to inform you that now The Rehaan Mansion is legally yours. I've prepared the legislative formalities and soon you'll have that home by your own. "

An unknown number had sent me this text at around 1 pm.

I was grinning, mentally applauding myself for making such a fool proof plan that she was bound to fall on her knees and I knew seeing her in that position, he'll surely hand me over his mansion. He didn't love his wealth as much as he loved her. Gentleman, I see.

I had just finished my breakfast, wiping off my hands, I read the text which was sent to her cell by Azfar. Fools! They don't even know I'm way too smarter than them.

' Leave your phone in your cupboard, I'm going to tell you everything on our way. '

So they were thinking to run, it seems.

Cowards, haha!

' We're going to the highway, get ready soon Bellarina '

So highway, Uhh.

I started my bike and soon was speeding towards the highway, I need to stop her from running. She can't escape the pain so easily. She has to suffer the same way I did. Azfar will suffer too, the same way my kids will have to... I don't have any personal grudge against them, why would I even? They're a part of me amd they will always belong to me.

This sudden thought made me understand my mistake and I turned around the corner and headed towards Peace Organization where I had dropped my twins in the cot at night,that day.

I couldn't do the same with them, no. I'll plead Zahra to feed them, if she obeys I'll allow her to meet them and take them with her whenever she wants, but if not I swear upon the one in whose hand my life is, I won't even allow her a single glance. She'll burn in this desire forever as my mom might've burned.

But, why... the hell... I'm even caring about that lady? I should focus on my vengeance.

' Zahra? OMG what have you done? Do you even know what will happen now? Come back soon, pls don't go to PO. '

What? Zahra is going to Peace?

Nooo! I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator, I can't let her do this easily.

Increasing my speed to the speed limit on the speedometer, I was driving faster than the wind. I couldn't let her take away my twins, and then just rub my hands in vain.

As soon as I reached , few strong built men gathered around my car , threatening me of something I didn't know yet.

" Why are you blocking my way? Pls move aside, it's urgent. Zahra... I mean my wife... Umm ex.. She.. "

' SHUT UP! JUST STOP YOUR CAR AND DO AS WE SAY '

" But what did I do? Who are you? "

' YOU'LL KNOW EVERYTHING SOON, JUST DO AS WE SAY. COME. '

They opened my car door and pulled my arm harshly outside, making me fall down on the stony path which scratched my knees.

They pulled my hair and grabbed me with my collar and began dragging inside towards the PO, that meant...

Azfar, I promise I will make your life hell... Just wait for my turn... For the time to be in my favor.. It's playing your side now, but it won't be much late when the odds will turn in my favor...

The winter spells made the leaves hurl spooky sounds, and my poorness made the situation worst.

They had forced me to sign the papers which said that I'm intentionally handing over my twins, Zidan and Abhan to Zahra Tabassum, their mother. They pressed my thumb pad over an ink stamp and then my thumbprint was pasted on that paper which had taken the worst decision of my life.

I couldn't decode any more terms in my mind as light was slowly fading away from my sight and all I could hear was ' Congratulations Mr. Azfar, your twins are back to your Mrs . '

****

" Ye kya kia tumne Azfar? "
( What have you done )

She was looking at me with sentiment closer to outrage, though I didn't care exactly to figure it out. This had to be done, to protect her and ensure that the mansion belongs mine. I didn't just earn it by clapping hands and the tossed coins in the hat, I earned... After father left us. And Farhaan this is your fate, you're supposed to be wrecked.

After what you did with my Bellarina, I can't let you be anywhere near her. And I won't let you enter this mansion unless you agree to my terms and conditions which you'll be soon looking forward to.

' Just trust me Zahra, Everything will be alright. '

" How can be everything alright when you have just hit an axe over the word alright! You don't have an idea how far he can go just to bring you down, he hates you more than he hates me. "

' What do you mean by that? Do you still have feelings for him? '

My mind started stirring anonymously, the details which were linking to the clue or doubt perhaps, that she belonged to him... Maybe...

" Now you're doubting our love? Azfar . "

She sighed grumpily, dropping her head low over her knees, on the bench, that stood in the garden of Peace Organization.

I have to be strong now, for her. For our future. For our Happily after ever, and beyond ever.

" The man who is most hateful to God is the one who quarrels and disputes most. "

(Bukhari)