Raat andheri mein chhup rahe the
Gum ek sawera ḍhoonḍ rahe the
Sadiyon se jaise jaag rahe the
Pyaar ko apne ḍhaanp rahe the....

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(* note: some language n dialogues 4 mature people...
And some things in this chap might offend some readers but all will be cleared in later chaps so pps take it lightly.. and yes I have never written a chap this intense before....* anyways enjoy)

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Applying breaks to his car  near the Riverside he rolled down the car windows and took deep breaths to calm his raging heart. He was fuming with anger.

Her words haunting him. How dare she say that. How dare she humiliate him.. belittle him.
If he would have been a low man or an egoistic Jerk he would have dragged her into the room and had shown her what he was  capable of.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath at this low thought.

"The hell! "He screamed banging his hand on the steering wheel.

Life! And it's ugly phases that he had to face.

Being a topper, a scholarship holder of the best educational institutions he had always failed at his own life, at his own home.
He just couldn't manage, or handle his own woman. Which ever woman had stepped in his life had always belittled him.
Whether it was his mother. His ex wife sara or, or now ayirah hadeed.
He might have been excelling elsewhere but in his personal life he had always failed.
People had always used him. Always played with his sentiments as if he was not a human. People had taken advantages of his silence. Accused him, blamed him of what not!.

"Not anymore,  I ain't letting anyone ever do what Sara did to me ever again!"
Whispering slowly he placed his head on the steering wheel and diverted his attention to lareb and ain. The people who mattered to him right now. For whom he had brought ayirah into his life.

Lareb, his baby sister, his girl. who had always trusted and supported him with all her might. He had failed her too. He couldn't take care of her.
Lareb ... he whispered..

He had married ayirah for this purpose. He had taken loan from her father for this purpose. He wanted to free lareb from her abusing husband and he wanted to free his niece also.
He blamed himself for Larebs miseries. If only Sara wouldn't have trapped him and if he wasn't forced to marry her than lareb wouldn't have been forced to marry Sara's brother either.

"Shit!"

His parents were awful. His family was always messy. His past was tormented with awful people,.specially awful women!

He and lareb had never seen a proper loving family. They had many drawbacks.
Many voids were left in their lives that they were forced to bring their mother who had abandoned them at a very young age back into their lives. He had for larebs sake only brought in his mother after this long but was now regretting every ounce of it.

And ayirah! Ayirah hadeed or apparently Mrs yashab Harris now.  She was never like this. She had turned into someone completely different.  She had become a monster living in miseries after a year of her accident that had caused her paralyses and showed her the true colors of the man she had deeply loved.

She was with yashab because of her father. She couldn't blame him for this. She couldn't belittle him or use him.
Or was she frustrated that he was not attracted to her? Was she upset that he was not getting closer to her but wasn't this what she wanted? And had asked for then now what was her agenda?
And after what Sara had done with him he had apparently started running away from the female specie, otherwise once , yes once very long ago he did feel for a girl, a very lively, talkative bossy girl. A girl he had spent  a day in Paris with. The girl who was totally different now.
Yes even  knowing that she was in love with someone else he did feel attracted to her. Her beautiful voice, her gorgeous smile and lively talks had often distracted him from the cruel reality of his house. And now she herself had become his cruel reality.

Shutting his eyes tight he exhaled and inhaled to bring his raging heart to peace. Starting the engine of his car he had drove off to the nearby masjid. The place he found his sakoon at.

Making wudhu and praying  two Rakah's of salah had calmed his nerves alot. This was all he needed.

Silently he had put his hands together for dua and that's when ayirahs words echoed in his ears and then Sara's...

"I love you yashab, why don't you notice me? Why don't you come closer to me, when I am all willing to give in then why?"

"Are you listening to what you are even saying Sara? Khudko itna na girao,  or humara aik haram rishta hai" He had said with gritted teeth. This girl was getting on his nerves now.
It  had been months and she was always willing to seduce him.

"To halal kardo na, jaldi se shadi karlo mujhse." She had said smiling seductively and held his shoulders which he had shrugged and tried walking away from her but she had other plans , evil plans.

"Sara kahan ho?" Came his mothers voice who was probably looking for her.

"Khala mujhe bachain!!! Yashab ye, ye tum kiya kar rahe ho ? Door hojayo please , choro mujhe!"
And suddenly she had thrown away her dupatta and ripped apart her shirt and had hugged him and had started screaming.
By the time it hit him what she was trying to do it had been late. By then all the households had reached there and he was granted a hard slap by his mother.

He kept pleading, screaming yelling, asking them all to trust him.
  " main bekasoor hoon! Mene kuch nahi kiya. Itna ghatiya nahi hoon main!"
He had roared but he was labelled a characterless who was trying to rape his own cousin.
The only person that had trusted him then was his sister. Only lareb had sided him but all were not ready to hear a word.
And forcefully and with blackmail he was married to Sara. The girl who he hated the most in the universe. Infact the girl who was the cause that he hated the female specie now.

Well Sara had gotten what she wanted but now was his time. 9 months into marriage and he had abandoned the house completely. Abandoned Sara... and yes he never gave her what she wanted and after long tiring period of a 9 month and after trying hard against the rigid wall named yashab Harris, sarah had finally given in. She had filed for a divorce herself!!!!

Tears rolled down his eyes wetting his palms in the process bringing him back into the present from the cruel past.

Twisting his neck sideways to wave off the tiredness he stood up to go back home. Well eventually he had to. How much they all could hurt him but unfortunately they were his woman, his responsibilities. He just couldn't abandon them anymore.
He had to stick with his mother because of the promise he had made to lareb. And he had to bear with ayirah hadeed also because of the promise he had made to Mr hadeed!

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She had blurted out trash in her anger and now she was regretting it bad.
Yashab was no where to be seen and this was all frustrating her more.
She knew they did not share a good relationship but once, not that long ago they had shared friendship. She missed that and here, in this house right now he was the only one she could rely on.

That lady had provoked her into the worse and unlike herself she had uttered trash for him.
Or maybe she was already frustrated from yesterday when he had refused to touch her or him ignoring her was bothering her this much that she had stooped to this level.
She had no idea why but she wanted him close.  She wanted his warmth.
She maybe needed it and he was always calculated and far. Very far away from her.

It was past midnight when she heard the main door open and she heard his footsteps move in.
Gathering courage she had called his phone number though she never expected him to attend. She was all ready for him ignoring her forever now but to her surprise disconnecting the phone call he had knocked on her bedroom door.

"Ajao." She voiced out and he took a step in. He was standing by the door silently observing her and she was looking at him. Observing him thoroughly.
He looked worn out, his beautiful eyes all red and his hair messy.

"What do you want?" He questioned coming closer and standing inches away from her bed.
Putting all her might in she sat up on the bed and very courageously held his hand and pulled him to sit beside her.

"Kabhi apni biwi ko bhi wakt dediya karo. Kabhi uski bhi Sunliya karo."
She stated, her head hung low though. She was Gathering words to apologise for her earlier behaviour.

"Biwi! Oh yeah!... " He scoffed and she looked at him.

"Bolo jo dil main hai aj boldo. Sab sunnay ko tayar betha hoo."
His words and tone  held sharpness.

"I am sorry, very sorry for earlier today. Your mother just..."
She had started talking but was cut through when he chuckled.

"Na, na, unhe beech main mat Lao, apni baat karo please."
His tone was cold. Very cold. " ajanabi!".

"I am really sorry yashab, ghussay main bohat ghalat baat nikal gai munh se."
She had finally said it.

"Aa haan, ghussay main humesha Sach hi nikalta hai ayirah,  tum aisa samajhti ho? " squinting his red eyes he looked at her.

Nahin, aisa nahi hai. Bus main chahti hoon kay tum or main...."
Trying to form a sentence she left it midway and held his hand bringing it closer to her lips. She did not know what she was doing.
Maybe She was playing with fire. Maybe she wanted to complete the game that she had started. She wanted to see how much patience does yashab Harris has or maybe she wanted him! His closeness. Well yet she was clueless....

"Tum akhir chahti kia ho?" In an instant he pulled back his hand and asked. She was left bewildered.

"Tumhe." She sighed before letting out this heavy word.

"Kiun ? Kahin deewano wala ishq to nahin hogaya mujhse? "
He scoffed with pain in his voice. Her eyes shot to his.

"Jo bhi samjho per mujhe aik bat samajh nahi ati . Tum kiun itna bhagte ho meri kurbat se. Halal hoo tumhare liye."
She looked deep into his mesmerising eyes, as if looking for something in them.

"Mujhe ye  physical intimacy nahin chahiye agar tum iskinbaat bol rahi ho to. I ain't here to satisfy your lusts. Mere pas tab Ana jab dil or rooh yashab Harris ki ho."
His words were deadly and straightforward. They had raised anger in her. The sleeping tigress seemed to be waken again.

"Tum, tum kis chez kay banay ho? Ho kon tum?"
She was bewildered.  Yes she felt humiliated but she was stunned and she needed answers.

"Jo bhi per tum aurat zaat ko ache se janta hoon main. Tumne hi bola tha na meri maa se kay iski abilities check karen to main kiun test doon tumhe? Or mind it 9 months I did not touch that woman named Sarah! Neither will I touch you."
He said gazing right back into her eyes.
He was torn....

"What? Don't u have needs?"  she screamed. She was extremely frustrated.

"That's none of ur business. " He looked away.

"Oh really? Or are you satisfying them outside?"  She had just said it . She had just crossed lines again.

"Shut the fuck up ayirah!"
Getting enraged he pounced on her and pinned her to the beds headboard,  he was hovering above her. Too close for the first time. His strong lavender and leather smell engulfing her. his grip was tight on her shoulders. His body was touching hers.

"Ye apni fazool games khelna band kardo mere sath! Or mujhe jamal haiq mat samajhna. Main yashab Harris hoon! Jitna Seedha hoon, utna hi terha bhi hoon. 
Bohat masail hain tumhe yahan per to chali jao, the doors are always open for you to leave... "
Gritting his teeth he whispered harshly near to her ear and leaving her with a jerk he was out of her room.

His warmth had left her. His words had scarred her but guess she deserved it all.

Rubbing her face she wiped off the sweat and gulped hard.
Their relation had gone uglier....
He could say all he wanted but taking jamal haiqs name was bad, really bad...

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Hey guys🙈🙈
Uff such an intense chap...
Can't believe I wrote it!!!!

Chalo there is always the first time but after writing ezi's fun character, penning down yashab's character is dawn hard n challenging..
So please mind the glitches and mistakes
And enjoy some powerful dialogues...

Kaisa laga ye chap.?
A walk into yashab's past??? Alittle more about him!

And ayirah!!! What is she even upto???
Larki suhar jao!!!

.... so no happy past scenes in this chap but next will have enough....

*confusion door hui sabki kay yashab has no problem, ayirah sirf ghussay me boli thi.. well he runs form women because in his past he was tormented by em....

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The name Ayirah means: in Arabic " aairah" means noble or respectful

Yashab means: a precious stone.

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