As soon as I stepped on his floor my heart was beating as if I had run a marathon. But my eyes were awestruck for a moment as his floor had crystal grey tiles that were so clean that I could see my own reflection in that very clearly. Few plants were present in some corners while there was only one desk or I should say a small office where a mid-forty woman was standing while arranging some papers.Upon my arrival she looked at me with a polite smile just like old people see at the children and then give them a candy.I was wearing a mustard colord dress while my thick brown hairs were all settled at one side of my neck revealing my long slender neck. Suzi forced me to do the make-up with tint and a same colord gloss. So, I was looking presentable. She couldn’t misunderstand me with a child if we ignore my height which wasn’t so short too.I gulped as I was now on my own as Imran left from the lift as soon as I stepped on his floor as if he had down his work now the rest of thing was
FARZAN’S POV:“Because you lied.” I rasped as she was standing close to me to play with the beats of my heart as she owned them and I was letting her do that even though I felt for a moment I couldn’t breathe when I saw her but then I took breath like I had never done before because that’s what she did to me. It must be attraction. It has to be attraction.She craned her neck upwards as I was already looking down at her when her eyes widened with a little amount of salty water gathering at the shore of that deep ocean.“I didn’t.” She said adamant on the fact and the veins in my head popped up. If there was someone else, he could be dead in a snap of my fingers. “What did I lie about?” She asked with a cute frown on her face as she was about to cry but angry at me also.I didn’t like when she cried. I never did as it did something to my heart restraining me from doing anything other than thinking about her wet eyes showing pain as if she was being inflicted with one for ages. But at t
AYSHAM’S POV:“Wait.” I reached the lift as I pressed the button when I heard his voice behind me. He took time in recovering from the revelation that I just did on his mind which had all his own story roaming around in there.I didn’t reply to him as the lift door opened and I entered inside and pushed the closing button but he also squeezed in with me but I didn’t care to glance at him as he looked overwhelmed but why I should care?People who are angry doesn’t care what other people are suffering from right? Though the wave of anger passed as it came as a depolarizing wave and ended suddenly without any plateau. My anger was just of short interval but he didn’t deserve to know this. After all he had done with me using the name of Jameel he deserved to thrive for me a little. Not for me but for my forgiveness if he ever asked for it but that would a high demand since he had the name on top of the list of arrogant people. Rich people and that who are also handsome and attract women a
FARZAN’S POV:Suddenly everything changed as the tables turned. The cake was f**king mine and I didn’t even get to taste a single bite. I cursed under my breath as I walked forward to turn off the stove. Now I was taking order from my staff too. Just great. Aysham Zubair in my life and I have started doing chores.“We heard it.”“How bad it is?”As soon as I returned into the lounge, I got an encounter with two troubles. Muzamil and Zaroon. These two f**kings must have got the news from Imran. Sometimes I though they used to gang up against me. They must have a chat group in which I wasn’t present so that they could just gossip around me and roast me. I wondered if she was present in there too because since her arrival in my life I had been on the top of the list of roasted people.“Glad to hear your concerns.” I threw my coat on the couch and almost threw myself beside it also after it as my dad had one eye on the match while the other one pitying on me as I couldn’t handle one tiny
FARZAN’S POV:“Why are we not kidnapping her?”“Because she is still something to your girl.”“Yes, we can’t torture her to death.”They both rolled their eyes at me as I was frustrated by the time, we reached Aysham’s aunt house. Before anything we could one thing that was must was punishing the person who cheated my girl. I couldn’t kill that f**ker Jameel twice but I could something with her cousin named Beela. I didn’t get to see her at the wedding as I was busy dealing with my marriage at that time. If she was cheating on her with her fiancé then she must be the cruel cousin if we just get to put the pieces together. My men brought me the information but since the ladies used to live together without any maid so he they had the tough time to find out how Beela’s attitude was towards her. They would bring me the details tomorrow morning as I gave them the order half an hour ago just a second before I got agreed to Muzammil’s stupid plan. My plan was to just kidnap her and torture
“I think she isn’t sleeping.” Zaroon clicked his tongue from one side as he referred towards the moaning and grunts of two people coming across from one bedroom.“Well technically they are sleeping. Together.” Muzamil chimed in as I shook my head. I didn’t come here for this drama. Making her admit she did wrong by cheating on her cousin didn’t seem like happening. And thinking that she wasn’t going to admit that easily the torturing her to death was the best thing.“Just call her mother and catch them red-handed.” Imran suggested as it seemed fair because getting caught by parents and losing your respect in front of them was the worst thing. Losing your families’ respect couldn’t fulfill the respect you get from the outside. The society would never accept you heartily of you are once not eligible for your family’s respect. Even if they respect you, you would still crave for your family.“Maybe it’s the mother.” Muzamil said as we all cringed at the same time. It could be because we d
AYSHAM’S POV:It was past midnight as he still didn’t come. I thought he would come after me after realizing everything and apologize but he didn’t show up to my room. Disappointment washed over my face as after talking about everything what happened today with Suzi and Areej who was on video call, I felt a little light although they both enjoyed what Imran had told them.I just ended the conversation with them as we all weren’t tired talking about him and his blank expressions again and again. Obviously, I didn’t tell them about him being jealous of Jameel and giving me a tough time along with his hatred with it. But once Suzi told me that wasn’t his hatred as he was just pissed off why I was going to marry that type of person who didn’t even deserve me. In reality I wasn’t but the fact that he was pissed and didn’t even hate me for once contended my inner fibers of my cardiac muscle to some extent that I could sleep peacefully at night. It was hard for me to sleep in nights when I c
AYSHAM’S POV:Nope.No.Never.I never wanted to be the girl who would fall in love with a man who just showed a pinch of care and had spent a little amount of money on me and I would be his forever. I never liked why there was always women who fell in love just by receiving a little attention. I wasn’t an attention seeker but a little amount of attention from him could send me on cloud nine and the worst thing was I had started craving for it. I could be the side effect of the negligence I endured my entire life and now I was getting all of the attention as if God was trying to compensate all of that. But again, I never wanted to be the girl who just fell for a guy after meeting a few times and the guy would fall in love when the girl was about to lose her sanity and self-respect altogether.These were the thoughts roaming inside my mind as I wanted him to fall in love with me first. It wasn’t ego, it was just my sanity that had become like one after all these years. I was tired of r