Chapter 67: Chapter 67

"You knew it and now you're rubbing it on my face," Dua gritted to her, "see what I do to you," As another tear released from me.

"You've no right to talk about my sister in law like that, first of all, and that too infront of me! And you've no right to accuse me of such a heinous act," Dua cried out while a tear slipped from her eye yet her face had nothing but anguish and rage.

All the colors flew from Hamna's face.

"Get the hell out of here? Who the hell are you to talk about my family member like that?" Dua shouted as tears poured down her eye, creating a commotion.

Her father approached the scene and Hamna stared at her, in anger and in shock.

"What happened, Dua?" Haider asked her.

"Baba ask her to get the hell out of here," she pointed at Hamna, "ask her to leave," her chin wobbled as Shehryaar too came to the scene.

Dua instantly hugged him, crying in his arms.

"Bhai... ask her to leave,"

"What happened, Dua?" He asked her.

"You are going to fire her from the company too. Do you understand?" She looked in his eyes as he looked at her with a frown, trying to interpret her.

"Do you understand, Shehryaar bhai?!"

"What the f-," he stopped, taking a breath, " what happened to you, Dua?" he asked in a low rumble.

"She was calling your wife with awful names. I don't want to repeat that. She said that Sheharzaad stole her secretary's post... and she said... said-" Dua couldn't continue further.

"Said what?"

"That she is a slut," She whispered, skipping the part that had triggered her.

Shehryaar looked up with vicious eyes towards Hamna

"Okay, I'm going," Tears started to come off of Hamna's eyes too out of embarrassment.

"Don't dare coming back! You're fucking fired! Fucking fired!" Dua yelled and Hamna scurried away from there.

Shehryaar looked at his sister knowing something else was going in her mind.

He retrieved his phone, dialing a number, "Come and take Dua home," he ordered, "and take that girl, Hamna, to the basement. Do what is necessary,"

His 'do what is necessary' wasn't just another sentence. His subordinates knew the torture the other person was about to go through.

.....

Her heart was pounding so hard in chest. The sound reverberating in her ears. For some reasons, she was finding it difficult to breathe. The anxiety had wrapped around her throat, clenching it tightly as she sat next to him.

And this anxiety had doubled after the intimate couple shoot she had with Shehryaar. He had held her close, so close that their breaths were mingling while their pictures were clicked. It wasn't about his hold that was scaring her but his eyes.

His intense, ferocious grey eyes.

The way they were darkening with every passing second.

Those hooded eyes were still shaking her core.

As if he wanted to devour her right there and right now. She could see he was controlling himself and this was making her much more scared of the time she was going to spend with him in his room.

Not even in a single picture he had let her go away as long as an inch. When his lips had tried claiming hers again, she instinctively placed a hand on her mouth and pointed with her eyes at the other people in the room. He backed her up against the wall, his eyes growing intense upon her as his lips twitched into a lopsided smile and the picture was taken. Finding those ardent orbs on her, she pulled her hand from his mouth and looked down and another picture was clicked.

Currently, she sat next to him. She couldn't eat anything though the food looked temptatious. Her back was already tired of sitting all day long. And she hoped everything would end soon, she will go to sleep and when her eyes would open again, she would find herself in the comfort of her home.

The wedding night was already scaring her so much.

She could see how some girls were passing her look of  envy and jealousy. She wished those girls for a moment could be in her shoes so they would know the state of her heart.

Her eyes were trying to search through the sea of people and she just met with unfamiliar faces. She didn't know a single being and it was her wedding.

The big day of her life.

The day she had always dreamt of.

Having a loving husband was what she had always asked for. A loving, dashing, handsome husband rather who would make every girl's eye ogle when they would look at her man.

But Shehryaar, she knew he did not love her. Yet he was handsome. Extremely handsome. Dashing. His every feature, from eyes to lips was perfect. At times, she had found herself gazing at him so her eyes could absorb his features. His eyes were one of those pair of eyes to which one would desire to look on and on so they could unlock the intricacies those grey orbs carried. Those perfect dark grey pupils were the most mysterious thing, one could ever encounter. That aura, that confidence he carried, none had. His persona was powerful, intense and mysterious, captivating others with a single glance.

She still remembered the day he saved her from Rafay. Her heart had beaten so wildly. She let him hold her. His grey eyes was all what she had in her mind, all night yet she never expressed the growing attraction she had towards him. His charms did lure her in his trap until the day he demanded of spending a night with him. That day, everything changed. Her life turned upside down.

And the result of that day was, the person for whom she agreed to have a one night stand with him was now long lost. That she wasn't aware of her condition anymore.

The ceremony was about to conclude. The guests began to depart the villa after paying their congratulations to the couple. And it was the time for the rukhsati now.

Yet all Sheharzaad could think of was about Amna.

She wasn't here. On her wedding. The day they both used to manifest.

Was Amna alive or dead?

This was the question she had been asking herself since she got freed but couldn't get the courage to ask him.

She sat there sadly. Amna wasn't with her at her big day. None of her blood relation or a person close to her heart got to attend the ceremony whereas on the other hand, all of his relatives, cousins, friends, and acquaintances were present. But she had none.

None to hug.

None to cherish the presence of.

None, whom she could ask, was her make-up alright? Was she looking pretty?

Was she looking happy....

And indulged in those thoughts when her eyes noticed a familiar face in that sea of people. She squinted her eyes, frowning before her eyes widened upon realization.

"Amna," she whispered.

Slowly tears gathered around her eyes, blurring her vision. A hiccup forming in her throat as her hand tightly fisted her lehnga. All the memories hitting her bad which she created with her.

She looked towards Shehryaar and found him gazing at her already before moving her eyes back towards Amna who stood at a distance from her in a desolated area where there were fewer people.

Again, Sheharzaad looked towards him, her eyes seeking his permission. Her lips separating letting out a shaky breath. The emotions taking a toll over her.

"Go," he just said and she didn't waste a second, stood up and began to run towards her.

She was seeing her after three months.

Three long months.

Which seemed like decades.

And during that span she was so clueless of about Amna's life. Now she stood here, infront her, affirming that she wasn't dead. Her deepest fear was not true.

Sheharzaad wrapped her arms around Amna, placing her chin against her shoulder and began to cry. As if they met after years.

Her petite frame shook with her sobs as she hugged her tightly. Amna too enveloped her arms around her friend-her sister and tears started to flood down her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Shehar. I wish I could have died," she hiccupped.

"Where were you, Amna?" Sheharzaad found herself sobbing hysterically. All the bottled up emotions in her releasing with ferociousness.

"They... they released us... but they never let us meet you... no matter how much we tried, Shehar," Amna told.

"Where have you been, Amna?" They both disengaged.

"I prayed for you... all the time. Every minute. Every second. Even Ahmed too,"

"I missed you... I missed you so much,"

"I missed you too,"

Their cries subsided when Amna's eyes observed her, "You look so pretty, Sheharzaad,"

"Hmm... I guess I have to believe since you used my full name,"

Amna laughed at this. "I got married to Ahmed last month," she told.

"What?" Sheharzaad asked in surprised, holding her hand. "Tell me every single detail. How did he propose you? What happened?"

"So he called me and invited for a walk to the nearby park...." As Amna began to recite her small fairytale to her and Sheharzaad listened to her keenly.

She was laughing after a long time.

Suddenly, Amna stopped as her eyes widened, her heart began to throb in her chest.

Sheharzaad following Amna's fear-stricken stare turned backwards and saw Shehryaar standing there.  A smile sprawled on her lips after along time. When her lips streched in a smile, she thought, she had forgotten of how to genuinely smile. A smile that glimmered in her eyes too but no words left her mouth.

"It's time for the rukhsati," Someone said, approaching them and he held her hand.

"Allah hafiz, Sheharzaad," Amna said.

"Allah hafiz, Amna," she said in a whisper as he was already taking her away.

He led her to the car that was parked infront the entrance, settled her on the passenger seat as his family members gathered at the entrance. He got the keys from the chauffeur, opened the passenger door and helped Sheharzaad settle before crossing around the car and settled on the driver's seat before driving the car away.

The other haveli members departed the guests with respect before getting on their vehicles and headed towards the haveli as the night, atlast concluded.

(A/N: Abhi tw party shuru hui hai)

Finding herself completely alone with him for the first time after their marriage, she experienced an exceeding apprehension. A nervousness which was new to her.

An anxiety which you would feel around your husband.

Sweat formed in her fists as she was trembling inside, thinking about her wedding night. Her fingers twitching against each other. She was ready for what was about to come. One of the reasons she insisted him to marry her was because she would rather be his wife than his mistress.

Like every other girl, her wedding night was scaring her, especially with a man like him. Who was not even holding back the desire he had for her.

'Maybe you'll struggle walking for some days, little lady,'

His whisper played in her ears making her more perturbed and she glanced at him and he, who was driving, noticing she was staring at him, matched her glance back. He kept on staring at her and her eyes widened as they were driving and his eyes were on her.

It was as if something clicked him that he slowed down the speed of the car and parked it by a curb.

Sheharzaad frowned, looking around.

'They haven't reached haveli' She thought.

He turned towards her.

"We haven't reached the haveli," she uttered in her thin voice while his eyes observed her as she stared back at him with worry and anxiousness.

"We haven't," he just replied as his hand moved and he ran his thumb on her cheeks.

"But-"

"Shhh" he put his thumb on her lips, "quiet," he uttered and she shut her lips.

The next moment he held her face with both his hands, staring in her eyes. His eyes getting hooded, observing every feature of her her as his thumb ran on her brows followed by her nose and rested on her lips. His thumb crawled against the skin of her lips feeling the crackiness of her lips.

"So kissable," he muttered to himself as he tilted her head and advanced towards her. Then his lips connected with hers. It was a mere chaste kiss but it conveyed deeper meanings of his want for her. He pulled back and then gazed at her again.

She was looking so beautiful. So pretty.

So his.

And he kissed her again.

Deeply.

Slowly, his lips took hers as the desire drove him to the edge. He slowly lost himself to her, and ended up indulging in her in that car.

Intensely.