"Investigate the plane crash of Yardan Hamdaani and Isma Hamdaani" With these words ordered out, Zaroon hung up without another word. In the dark study surrounded by his dark icy aura, he stood up from the chair and walked towards the window shoving his hands in his pants pocket.

His posture was straight as the serene wind swayed against his cold yet attractively calm face which unknowningly made Ruhena's face flash across his dark green eyes. He didn't know, how much time passed off in a ethereal trance of his Rooh but a notification on his phone made him came out of his thoughts.

He took a deep breath and brushing his slender fingers in his hairs, he pulled out his phone from his coat's inner pocket. As soon as he read the message, the temperature took a drastic drop as his obscure aura emitted off his rigid body. He clenched both his hands in a very tight fist that his knuckles cracked from the impact popping his veins in anger.

Black clouds of destruction surrounded him as his beautiful green eyes which once held warmth and care once showed immense hatred and rage right now that his one cold gaze could freeze this whole world.

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Ruhena passed a grateful smile to a royal servant who placed a hot steaming cup of tea on the table infront of her. He bowed in respect before walking out of the room. She took a deep calming breath and turned her attention towards her book again.

Just as she read a word, the door of the room shooked opened with a thud making her flinch in her place "What happened......." She trailed off as she met Zaroon's murderous gaze. Her heart took a deep leap in the fear of unknown.

His gaze......which she feared the most from the second she met him was plastered all over his face yet....again. Her hands shivered under his death gaze as she tried her best not to tremor infront of him and curled her fingers against the book whereas her whole body was stiffened in the sofa she was sitting in.

"Drink it" His deep murderous voice echoed in the room as his green eyes were shooting daggers at her angelic face. She was confused at his actions but the fear she was feeling right now was making her breathless. He was behaving like that again! He said........

Her short trance broke off as his booming voice echoed again and he threw her book harshly on the floor making her flinch again "I said f*cking drink it" She wanted to ask so many things but nothing was forming in her mouth nor in her mind.

She slowly stood up from the sofa with a blank gaze and with shivering hands, she held the hot steaming cup of the tea which was placed a few minutes ago. Her lips quivered as the hot tea came in contact with her lips then with her tongue. Her eyes trembled from the burning sensation of the tea on her tongue but she still held his dangerous eye contact.

For the first time, she held back her tears, she refused to show him her weakness, her tears! For the first time, she felt like, he didn't deserve to know her pain, her emotions, her each and everything and maybe it was the first time, she decided to let go of this nameless relationship.

He didn't told her the reason, nor she asked because now nothing can revert back to the way it was. As much as she tried to stop her tears, they still fled out traitorously. She hated it, more like she hated herself right now!

She was halfway drinking the tea whole up when he snatched the cup from her hand throwing it away on the floor. The cup shattered into millions of pieces and Ruhena felt like the voice of shattering was just like her heart which broke into millions of pieces......just like this cup.

She didn't blinked her eyes even for a milli second. She just quietly stared in his green eyes where frustration, anger, hatred, guilt, helplessness, confusion welled up all at once. His jaw was clenched in pure rage and irritation and hands were formed in a tight fist that could leave a scar from the way his nails were dug deep in his palms.

"We are leaving" Just his three words and he stormed out of the room in anger leaving her alone in her thoughts.

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"My Dear....." Ayzal softly called out as she pulled Ruhena in a warm hug. It was around 2 in the night when they entered the Hamdaani Mansion and met all of them in the hall. All of them were saddened and the gloomy aura was spread across the hall. Ayzal was crying while Zimal and Husniyah were trying their best to calm her down.

Ramish was quietly standing beside Ayzal but his icy cold gaze was burning holes in the perfectly styled white tiles of the floor. In the morning he received the ill reports of Yuhaan which was the main reason of his harsh outburst. Every week Yuhaan's complete checkup is done and this weekend was no different but the reports were surely different.

The vitals which were in good condition last week drastically turned bad this week, the change in reports were so drastic that, it was as if it was death reports of Yuhaan but by the grace of Allah Ta'alla, he was still fine and alive but......no one knew until when.

Zaroon was also quiet like Ramish but way too quiet for their liking. He is the only one, who could calm down Ayzal but till now, not for even once he came to talk with her. He felt like, he failed her as a son, he failed, he failed, he failed, he failed.......this was the only mantra which going on and on his mind at this moment.

With much difficulty Ruhena made Ayzal sleep beside Yuhaan and then let Zimal and Husniyah rest too. She tried to talk with Ramish but he dismissed her politely and walked away to take some fresh air. She sighed and looked up at Zaroon who was still staring into nothingness. He was sitting in this same posture from quite some hours now.

She was no doubt hurt from his actions earlier but she felt like, right now he needs her.... No actually not her, he just needs a emotional support of a human being and as a human, she has to perform her humanity responsibilities. Right?

She took a deep breath and walked towards him but just as she stopped infront of him his dark murderous gaze met hers "Get the f*ck out of my sight before i will kill you instead of your bastard father" She instantly averted her eyes away clenching her shirt in a tight fist and turning on her heels, she ran upstairs to His room.

Closing the door, she laid on the sofa stuffing her muffling sounds of cries in the cushion. She understands him, she really does but why each and every time, she has to be on a target list of his so called revenge?

Crying her heart out, she didn't know when she fell asleep with dried tears all over her beautiful face. After a prolonged amount of time, Zaroon walked in the room and looking at her asleep on the sofa, his anger shot up "Calm down!" He told himself for a thousand time today gritting his teeth in pure rage.

Trying to ignore her presence, he walked towards the closet room but his steps halted on his own accord infront of her sofa. Her tear stricken face came in view as she was curled like a little kitten slightly shivering from the cold. With a clenched jaw, he picked up the warm comforter from the bed before covering her with it.

With that he walked in the closet room and taking his night suit out, he walked off in the bathroom. Taking a cold bath in this freezing weather to calm his nerves down, he walked out of the room without a single glance towards Ruhena.

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She gasped for a deep breath as she woke up from a nightmare. It was all darkness in the dream and she was running.....running from the darkness but it was so delve that she was unknowingly letting the darkness engulfing her whole and just as she was taking her last breath, she woke up. She sat up on the sofa calming herself down and let the soothing voice of Azan «Prayer» sinking in her system.

Unintentionally her gaze wandered off to the bed which was of course devoid of any existence and then her silvery eyes looked around the side table where as a daily ritual, a red rose was used to placed by him but to her utter disappointment today the side table was empty. The suffocating feeling took over her senses as she choked on her breath and hot tears streamed down her eyes.

Why? Just why Allah Ta'alla?

She cleaned her tears and as she stood up from the sofa, she slightly frowned. Comforter? Where did this came from? Soon she got her answer from herself. Zaroon!

But this time she didn't felt any happiness or peace from his caring behaviour because now it really didn't mean anything to her. She never wanted his attention, his name, his lavish lifestyle, the only thing she needed was respect and that is the only thing he shatters whenever he insults her. Her self respect!

A notification from her phone brings her out of her thoughts and taking a deep sigh, she unlocked her phone but soon the phone fell out of her hands as she read the notification.

Her father's company was bankrupt! She didn't even needed a second to think how it happened because she very well knew. He was behind this. Her father's hard earned money, his reputation was drowned.

She fell on her knees beside the sofa totally lifeless and helpless. As much as she have conflicts with her father but she knew this company was build upon complete honesty and hardwork but the company fell overnight under his one command. She looked up as if asking a silent question.

Where is my justice Ya Allah!