After a week, Mr and Mrs Jahangir left with Sheraazi couple for Umrah. Zarmeenay and hazik went to see them off.
Zarmeenay had her stuff in his car. she was feeling uncomfortable with the thought of staying at his home. she was fidgeting continuously." relax! I am not a stranger. you are my wife "Hazik said reminding her." a husband, who will always be just of name "she thought to herself.When they reached sheraazi mansion, Zarmeenay was ready to run at any moment. there were body guards all around .Hazik held her hand and took her inside.She was again struck by the beauty of it .hazik showed her, her room, which was beside his. he wanted to take her to his room, but knew it will be way too soon. She wasn't ready for it.Hazik let her settle down and he went to attend some business. he was in a very good mood. they ate lunch together .at dinner, he was late. a servant came to take her for dinner. everyone was very respectful towards her.When Hazik came back that night, he went to her room. Seeing her sleeping in his house was peaceful for him. he caressed her cheek, then kissed her forehead and left.Next day, everything went normally. At night, she was getting ready for bed, when hazik entered her room.Hazik greeted her and then tried to took her into his arms, but she stopped him."You are my wife "he said coldly."Yes, but ruksati hasn't happened yet "she said.Just then, there were the noises of gun shots, Hazik left her to see what had happened.Zarmeenay was petrified after hearing the gunshots .it was the first time; she was hearing them in real.Hazik went down and saw two guards fighting .one of them was holding the gun."Stop" Hazik said and they were frozen in their position.He went near the guy with gun, and slapped him hard across his face "never use a weapon in my house without a serious reason"Then he turned towards the other one and slapped him also. "if this happens again, you will not be seen over here again "the guards hung their head low.When Hazik went to her room again, he saw her sitting on the bed, she was shivering very lightly.Hazik went near her and made her look at him by holding her chin " its ok! Nothing happened. just some guards got into fight "her eyes were shining with tears, but after listening to Hazik , she started crying with hiccups.Zarmeenay hugged his waist without thinking, in her sitting position. Her face was hidden in his abdomen."Angel, shhhhhh!its ok .i am here .by the way, it's not good for a mafia wife to cry over gunshot noises .i thought, you are brave "Hazik said the last part teasingly and started caressing her hair .his heart was clenching, seeing her crying , he wanted to go down and hurt the guards some more .When she stopped crying, Hazik moved back. crying had made her sleepy, Hazik laid her down and then covered her with a blanket.When he was going to leave, Zarmeenay held his hand "don't go, until i fall asleep "she said with tears refilling her eyes.Hazik kissed her forehead and sat down. he was placing pecks on her face after every few seconds .Zarmeenay was emotionally drained, so when Hazik kisses her lips, she didn't push him away.He sucked her lips very softly. entered and tasted every bit of her mouth. A moan left his mouth on her flavour.She was lazily kissing Hazik back. He pulled away from her lips and started kissing her cheek. Zarmeenay fell asleep, feeling his love for her.Hazik got up, when she fell asleep. He was kissing her to take her mind of the gunshots.He left the room, with a last longing look at her. he wanted to sleep beside her, but didn't want to stress her more, when she woke up with his presence in her bed.Next morning, Zarmeenay went down for breakfast. She was eating her food, when a young guy came and took a seat in front of her with a big smile. Zarmeenay felt awkward, she looked around to get some help, but the servant standing near was quiet."Hello, I am Umer , and you are? "he asked with an easy-going smile." Zarmeenay" she said meekly."Hazik Bhai’s wife? Woah! I am getting the honour of talking to THE DEVIL'S wife "Umer said teasingly and she blushed. Umer had come back from Russia after months, that was the reason, he wasn't on Hazik's Nikkah."Who are you?" Zarmeenay asked."I am your husband's cousin. The best one " he said with a grin. And it was true, Hazik always adored him. He was a trouble maker, a mafia man, but knew how to cover his dark nature with easy going smiles.Zarmeenay smiled at him. "What should I call you? You are a year or two younger than me, but in relation, you are older " Umer asked."You can call me by my name "Zarmeenay said
"What did I do? "she asked him .it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, he let her hands go and pulled her into himself. her face was hidden in his chest "how can I doubt her? She is so naive, pure and all mine "he thought to himself and kissed her head.He pulled back and saw her open her eyes, her lips were slightly parted, puffy and pink."Sorry!" Hazik said and licked her lips softly, as if apologizing with his actions also.Hazik had kissed her so many times, now she was feeling awkward to deny him. "it doesn't matter " she thought to herself. she didn't want to confess that, she liked his touch, his affection and his nearness.When Hazik got out of room, he saw Umer waiting for him on the stairs "bhai, she is like my younger sister .you know, I was just messing with you, she didn't even notice that "Umer said, it was one of the times, his smile wasn't there.Hazik sighed "it's nothing " he said and ruffled his hair. he knew that Umer will never bet
At 13, Asfand was forlorn after the death of his parents. His uncle and aunt had taken him in with them. When they reached their house, Aamiya came rushing to him, her nanny running behind her.Aamiya was surprised at seeing him with her parents. Nonetheless, she still launched herself at him."Asfi!" She squealed. Asfand crouched low and hugged her back, tightly. Nothing would make him feel better in those days, he barely ate to survive. But seeing how sweet the little doll was, lifted up his spirits a little."Aamiya baby, from now, he will be staying with us." Aamiya's mother explained. Aamiya had always liked Asfand, even though many thought she was a moody kid. She rarely spoke to people she didn't know. Aamiya was happy with having Asfand with her."Really?" She looked up at Asfand, blinking her eyes. Asfand couldn't help himself, he cracked a small smile and nodded. He'd lived in Lahore with his parents and Aamiya's residenc
Asfand aged 22 and Aamiya at 14Asfand had started going to the office with Dad, he was going to take over soon anyways, so they thought why not start from now.Aamiya was getting older and had, significantly, started tying her hair. Preventing him free access to her to her soft hair. Many things changed between them, along with their feelings. Asfand was clueless as to how he was supposed to handle his feelings.At presentAsfand aged 27 and Aamiya aged 18Asfand was sitting in front of the tv, watching a match when Aamiya entered his room. She never knocked his door when entering, she never gave it the time of her day. Asfand sat up straighter, as she came and sat beside him.“What’s up?” He casually asked her.“Nothing, I wanted to go out.” She told him, with a pout. He smiled in return and started to get up. Although he was tired and was planning on resting for a while, Aamiya wanted to go out and he couldn't turn her down.“Why ar
Aamiya went on and on about Asfand, making it clear that she missed him a lot. A friend of hers suddenly thought of something and asked, “ Why does Asfand Bhai care so much about you?”Aamiya was baffled. “What do you mean why? I’m his cousin, it’s obvious he will care about me.”“He is 8 years older to you, why don’t you call him Bhai?” Her friend asked further.Aamiya thought for a while and then spoke.“I have never called him Bhai and no one has even ever asked me to. Wouldn’t it be weird if I just suddenly started calling him Bhai?” Her friend shook her head.“Idiot, how will it be weird if it’s Asfand Bhai with you? Look at you, you can go up to two weeks without your parents and not even two days without Asfand Bhai.”Aamiya couldn’t say anything else, she was drowned in her thoughts.Asfand wrapped up his work early and got on the earliest flight back to Islamabad. He bought chocolates for Aamiya and made his way home.
Her friend went ahead and asked her cousin for help. Aamiya felt nervous when she saw him walking towards her, she was in the sight of Asfand.“Hey, I’m Ahmad.” The man chuckled softly, but Aamiya wasn't feeling any better. The man laughed a little and said, “Smile, at least. You won’t be convincing anyone like this.” Aamiya jolted and started talking to him. Sometime later, she saw Asfand looking at the both of them. Talking to Ahmad, she realized that he wasn’t a bad man at all, but she couldn't think of him as anything more than her friend.Asfand saw Aamiya talking to Ahmad, he knew the guy but still didn’t like it. Nonetheless, he kept himself from saying anything. The party went on. He gifted her a new mobile phone, since he knew that she wanted to change hers for a while now, but didn't have enough time to.Around 11.4pm, Asfand went to Aamiya’s room. She was already fast asleep, as Asfand sat beside her and pulled her hair away from her face. He gently kiss
Asfand's rational thoughts gave up on him when he took Aamiya's hand and pulled her close to him."Aamiya, I love you." He declared.Aamiya was shocked to the core when she pushed him away. She didn't like the confusion she felt hearing his words."You have lost it, Asfi. Are you aware of what you're saying? I don't want to talk to you anymore." She cried out and left for her room., hurt by his words for some reason.Aamiya wasn't feeling alright after she had yelled at Asfand. They had never before fought, this was a first. "I don't know what has gotten into him. Why is he suddenly saying all of that?" She thought and cried herself to sleep that night.Asfand was restless as well, he hadn't anticipated such a reaction.The next morning, Aamiya left her room all dressed up."I want to go home; I don't want to spend another minute with you here." She spoke, not looking at him.Asfand sighed and leaned back in his chair. " Aamiya, stop b
“Aamiya, calm down. What he’s saying is true.” Her father spoke, hesitantly.Aamiya couldn’t control herself anymore and stood up, “This isn’t funny, Dad.”“You are in his Nikkah. Your Nikkah was done when you were 3 years old.” Her mother declared softly. Asfand sat there, quietly listening and staring at her. He had always known about the Nikkah. This was decided by his parents, as if they knew they wouldn’t live much longer.His parents had always been open with him, he had even seen pictures of their Nikah.It was his decision to refrain from telling Aamiya about their Nikah, he wanted her to lead a normal life, without the pressure of their Nikah.Aamiya didn’t understand what was happening around her, “I don’t believe there was a Nikah. I’m not married to anyone.” She shouted and ran away to her room.She refused to talk to anyone, locking herself in her room all day. When she didn’t come to dinner the following night, Dad started to get worrie