A SaHil SS: Kismat - PART 4 ON PG10 20/12 - Page 7

Where are you ? Why are you not updating

Originally posted by: heena24

Where are you ? Why are you not updating

I have been waiting for an update since months😭

Please tell are you going to continue or not

Waiting...

I don't know how many Fridays have passed that you haven't updated... When will you update dear?xD

Originally posted by: Tannakstar

Hey Heena,

I'm so sorry, I've been busy with university work, I rarely get any free time 😭

I do however have plans to continue the story since I already have a story arc for it.

Hopefully I'll be able to continue it during the Christmas holidays when uni is closed 😉

For now you may have to wait another month or so, but cheer up and pray that I have enough free time to give everyone the updates they've been waiting for!

Much love,

Tannu x

Month?😲

Its really a marvellous piece of work. Lovely

Hey guys! Sorry I've been away for so long, university has been drowning me in work 🤢 Just to clarify, the words in italics are thoughts, not dialogue. Anyway, here is PART 4, hope you like xx

PART 4:

Breakfast was ready but where was Aahil? Sanam had reheated his coffee two times now; she had left him getting into the shower 45 minutes ago - where on earth was he? Deciding that she couldn't wait any longer, she marched up to their bedroom, and walked into quite a sight.

Aahil. Topless. Wet. And struggling to dry himself.

Sanam's eyes raked in the taut muscles of his back as he arced his spine, trying to make use of his good arm to wipe off the remaining water droplets. She watched his biceps flex in tension as he gritted his teeth, due to the pain or the effort, she couldn't tell. He turned slightly, trying to shimmy the towel across his lower abdomen. THAT. THAT is when Sanam felt her jaw drop, she felt her tongue loll in her mouth, and suddenly she felt parched. Her eyes glazed over as she followed the contours of his hard stomach. Her head tilted slightly as she watched the muscles ripple, and she couldn't help shudder at the raw power his body exuded. He was leonine. All male, but with that specific charm that enticed and seduced. She swallowed hard.

Then Aahil saw her. And he almost dropped his towel.

Sanam jumped, and looked away, her cheeks burning a fierce red. Aahil himself was flustered, he hadn't expected to see her, and the idea of her watching him struggle was slightly embarrassing. Aahil Raza Ibrahim was not helpless. Not anymore. Not since he was a child.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you knock?"

"I..I came up because you were taking your time" Sanam breathed, she couldn't let him know what she was thinking, "Now I can see what's been taking so long."

Sanam walked over to him, and made to grab that towel, but he stepped back. She looked at him questioningly.

"I can manage, Sanam"

Sanam took a deep breath in. This impossible man always knew how to irritate her - why was he so stubborn?

"Aahil. You can either give me the towel and let me help you, or we can waste more time like yesterday when you refused to be fed. And let me remind you who won that time." Sanam arched an eyebrow in triumph as she saw him calculating and fighting his own ego. Then she saw his face calm. It seemed that an idea dawned on him, and his eyes changed; there was a new glimmer. This was unsettling. Arrogant and angry Aahil she could deal with. This new, mischievous Aahil threw her completely off guard.

Aahil was ready to bat her away, but he realised that this could only bring them closer. Besides, he quite liked her caring for him. He had been neglected his entire life; he had hardened himself to any tenderness from otherness; he could take care of himself. But Sanam changed this. Then again, Sanam changed everything.

He gave the towel to her. From the apprehensive look on her face, he could tell that she was thrown by his early defeat. He smirked. She blushed. The male in him roared. He moved forward, and she took a step back, alarmed at his sudden proximity. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sanam, you said that you wanted to help and now you're running away? This is exactly why I didn't want your help." He knew this would spur her to give in. Victory.

Sanam felt her shyness give way to her pride. God, this man is a new level of arrogance - khadoos.

Maintaining eye contact, she stepped forward. Holding the towel up, she swept it across his broad shoulders. She used her other hand to hold him still as she towelled him dry, her fingers curling around his bicep. She blinked, as she took in the chiselled pectorals, which glided down to the hard ripples of his abs. Breathing hard, she gulped and her grip on Aahil's arm tightened, not for his support but her own. She could feel her heart pounding, her mouth going dry, her blush growing, and her palms going clammy. She decided that looking at his masterpiece of a body would embarrass her, and she then made the mistake of looking up into his dark eyes.

Aahil had watched her. He saw her steely expression slip as she wiped his torso. He saw her hand falter as her gaze sidled down to his toned body. He saw her blink many times, failing to maintain her composure. He saw her gulp, and he felt her grip on his arm tighten. He cocked his head to the side and wondered how tightly she would grip him if he were to make lov - he gulped. He felt the blood rush to his head at the thought of their legs intertwined in a mess, their foreheads pressed against each other lovingly, her arms clawing his back as he worshipped her delectable body, raining kisses down on her beautiful face, cherishing her.

She looked up at him. His eyes were clouded with a dark haze of desire. He had a hungry look in his eyes, and she felt her eyes widen as she read his expression. When Sanam's eyes grew to the size of saucers, he couldn't help it. The corner of his lips tugged upwards, and she blushed again.

"Why did you stop?" he whispered huskily, breaking her out of her reverie. She shook her head and went back to her task. She saw a bead of water trailing down his stomach. Without thinking, she wiped it down with her finger. Aahil shuddered. He saw her hand span his abs, she seemed to be in a trance. He took a deep breath when she started to wipe his lower torso. Her nails accidently grazed his stomach and he felt a knot developing somewhere in his belly. How is it possible that she is seducing me without even trying?

Sanam couldn't stop wiping his stomach. She liked the way the towel rubbed against his taut muscles. She liked the way his waist angled in, a perfect recognition of a swimmers body. She thought back to the first time she had seen him in the pool. At the time she had to hide her identity as she hated him, but she had noticed the definition of his muscles, even though she didn't want to admit it. Sanam felt herself swaying; his scent had enveloped her. It was citrusy but musky. It can't have been his cologne, he hadn't worn any yet. Ya Allah, does Jallad Jinn naturally smell like this?? Her eyes had closed and she leaned in subconsciously. Aahil saw her swaying and gripped her by her waist, causing her eyes to fly open.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his eyes worried. She could feel her heart melting at the genuine concern. She nodded, flustered, embarrassed at being affected by him. Aahil didn't remove his hand. He let it rest on her perfectly synched-in waist, as if it was meant to be there. He could feel her warmth through the thin material of her kameez (dress), and he felt his body pulsing at the desire to press her against his own body.

Aahil's hand was playing havoc on Sanam's senses, as she felt the heat from his palm burning her hip. Her mind created scenarios of his hands travelling across her back, stroking her at the base of her spine, running his tapered fingers up and down, and up and down, and up and down, and up and down. Her chest heaved as she felt his fingers tighten on her waist, and she looked up again. His eyes were almost black. What was he thinking about? Did he know her thoughts? He angled his head, as if surveying her features, his eyes darting across her features, guessing her feelings. Her breath hitched in her throat and she licked her lips. Immediately, his gaze focussed on her pouty cupid bow. He had never seen such plump lips before, so perfect. He leaned in, not thinking, just feeling, just wanting to feel her, to experience her.

"Aahil baba! Aahil baba, come quickly, Begum Sahiba is calling you! She is waiting in her room to discuss business matters. She asked me to tell you to come now." Lateef harked at the door. Sanam stepped back, her blush growing gradually redder. Aahil also snapped up, startled by Lateef's voice.

"AAHIL BABA?"

"Yes Lateef, tell Ammi I'm coming now"

"Of course Laad Saab, I'll do that for you, main toh hoon chui m-"

"LATEEF" Aahil growled irritably, and Lateef ran. That's the second time Lateef had interrupted him and Sanam just as something was about to happen. Well maybe something was about to happen. She didn't seem to stop him. Aahil looked up at Sanam only to find her cheeks burning. He smiled. That's a definite maybe then. Definitely.

"Sanam? If you're finished with the towel, could you pass me my shirt? I can't exactly walk around like this, Lateef will have a heart attack, and we all know how chui mui he is" Aahil grinned, as he saw Sanam's head snap up at the mention of Lateef ogling him. So cute when she's jealous.

Sanam on the other hand huffed, and brought a tight grey vest that he often wore. Why he chose such revealing clothes, she didn't know. Oh please Sanam, as if you don't notice how good he looks in them. She shook her head, trying to dismiss her annoyingly correct thoughts.

"No, not that." Aahil said. "Bring the white kurta. I'll wear that."

Sanam was puzzled. She brought the kurta and helped him into it, all the while Aahil watched her struggling to keep her questions to herself. Of course Sanam being Sanam wouldn't stay quiet for long.

"You don't wear your vests anymore?" It was a mixture of a statement and a question when Sanam said it. He gazed at her, a light smile on his lips.

"You don't like the vests." He murmured.

"I never said that".

"You didn't have to."

They gazed at each other, reading the expression in one another's eyes. Sanam had been thrown by his words. Had she been obvious in her distaste for the vests? Or had he read her, like all the other times? How could he read her so well?

"And to be honest," Aahil murmured, "I don't like them too much either. Not anymore. Not after I met you."

Sanam's heart soared, and it was pounding so hard that she was genuinely concerned that it might burst out her skin. She could feel her knees going limp, and she took a step backward to try and compose herself, but the water that dripped from Aahil's body had fell onto the tiles. She slipped, expecting to feel the hard floor, but felt only his strong arms as they both fell backwards onto the bed.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring straight into the impossibly dark yet bright brown eyes of Aahil Raza Ibrahim. They were doe like, framed by his long, feminine lashes - quite the stark contrast to his sharp, angular jaw layered in hard stubble. She had lost herself, looking at his eyes darken shade by shade.

Aahil felt glorious. He could feel her delicate, soft body beneath his. He could feel her precious breaths deepening under the intensity of his gaze. He could see her beautiful locks fanned on the bed, curling perfectly at the ends. He could feel her arms around his shoulders, embracing him as if lovers. He felt the calm spreading throughout his body as he gazed into her kohl-rimmed eyes, so deep and brown that they had haunted him since they first met. For the first time in his life, he felt safe. In the circle of her arms, he felt content. More than content. Aahil felt blessed.

The persistent knocks on the door broke into their paradise, and they both scrambled up, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment they had shared.

Aahil sighed, and glanced at Sanam. She was peeking up at him through her eyelashes. His heart melted at how adorably sexy she looked. I'm going to kill Lateef.

*

"Ammi, you called?" Aahil had left Sanam in a state of bashful frenzy when he had left their bedroom, but not before looking straight into her eyes and saying thank you. Seeing the blush spread across her face made him take a mental note: say thank you more often.

"Aahil beta, come here. As you know I do a lot of charity work, and I wanted to sign over some land for an orphanage to be built, but apparently I need your signature. So if you could just..."

"Kya?? Who? Who is making you ask for a signature? I can't believe these morons think that - oh god. Ammi tell me, who was it? I'll fire him right now, how dare someone insult you like that?"

Tanveer smirked. She knew exactly how to play Aahil. Predictable fool.

"No beta, I understand it's a formality. There's no need for such anger, I am not insulted at all, I - "

"Nahin Ammi (No Ammi), I won't let this happen. There is no one that I can respect more than you. You are too kind for your own good. I won't tolerate such badtameezi (rudeness)."

Aahil grabbed his phone and shouted at his lawyers that his mother could sign off whatever she wanted, and if anyone dared to ask for his permission above hers, he would personally see to it that they never worked for any company ever again.

Tanveer meanwhile could feel herself inching towards her final goal. Now that she had free reign of the contracted lands, she would have no obstacle in claiming the wealth as hers. Finally, it would all be worth it. Finally she could get rid of this snivelling brat, who so needy that it made her feel sick. After she got her rights as the Begum Sahiba, she would finally embrace her true son and gift him with everything that he deserved. Then, she would kick out Aahil, and Zoya's daughter too. Those two had troubled her enough. Slamming the door in their faces would make all of this worth it. She smiled as she forced herself to sweetly embrace the pathetic shit, watching him strut away to do whatever, not knowing that he himself had given permission for his beloved mother to ruin him. It's almost too easy.

*

Razia had carefully placed herself outside Tanveer's door, listening to Aahil's rant on the phone. Ya Allah, this buffoon has just given Billo Rani signing authority! She needed to act fast. She sneaked into the laundry room and removed a few of Sanam's dresses, and stuffed them into a bag. Last night she had received Seher's call accepting the offer to steal the Nawab's wealth. This was the final piece! Creeping out of the house, Razia rushed to meet Seher to give her Sanam's clothes, and to confide the plan that she had meticulously created. Razia smirked in triumph. It's almost too easy.

*

Seher was pacing her room. Ever since her conversation with Kalavati Maa, she had been contemplating Razia's plan. Everything that hag said seemed legit. She, Sunehri, had been abandoned. She was forgotten. Left as dead. Yes, she had been loved by Maa as if she were her own child, but she had never shaken the feeling of being incomplete. The neglect from her biological family had led her to her current state. Conning people. Sure she was good at it. But when she was a kid, she had always wanted to do something good. To help people like Maa did. But the realities of near-poverty were real. They needed money first, because in this world, money was all that mattered. Seher had learnt that lesson early on.

And the need for money was even more urgent after Maa had been diagnosed. Kidney failure. Maa had been on dialysis for two years now. If they could find a compatible donor, Maa would be safe. But ongoing treatment and a potential operation cost money. A lot of money. Seher needed to save Maa. Like Maa had saved her. Looting the Nawab would definitely be enough for the treatment, the operation, even to ensure Maa lived like in luxury. It would be enough to fix up the orphanage, it would be enough for all the children to study until their final grade, it would be enough for the girls to marry well.

Seher needed the money. Besides, she was stealing for her family, her true family. Not the ones who abandoned her, but the ones who had saved her.

*

Tanveer's phone rang. Khaled. She made sure no one was about, and stealthily answered the call.

"Hello Begum Sahiba?"

"Yes, what is it? Didn't I tell you that I would call you? You idiot, what if someone was close by?"

"Sorry Begum Sahiba, I just wanted to tell you that the target has moved to the hospital. She is accompanied by a girl. I believe it is her granddaughter, but she is deaf and mute. She'll be easily deposed of."

"No. Just kill Dilshaad. If Dilshaad dies, it can be easily blamed on her weak heart. Killing the girl will make it obvious that it was a murder. Only kill the girl if she sees you. And let me make it clear that she should not see you at all."

"Of course Begum Sahiba. Within two days, your job will be done."

"Only two days, Khaled. Just two days more, and I can stop all this drama, embrace my true son and finally have what is rightfully mine!" Tanveer hanged up the phone, smiling gleefully.

"AMMI??"

She turned. Tanveer froze.

*

Seher opened the front door to see Razia clutching a big bag. She bustled herself in. How rude, this hag better pay me well.

"Look here, Seher - "

"SUNEHRI. My name is Sunehri. SU-NEH-RI."

Razia rolled her eyes. As obnoxious as her mother was.

"FINE. Sunehri. I've brought Sanam's clothes, and some photos. Look here," Razia took out a bundle of photographs, "This is Aahil, the Chote Nawab. You need to convince him that you are Sanam and that you love him."

Seher took the photo in her hands. "So this is Jeeju (brother-in-law)". She appraised him: hot, but not my type.

"This is Tanveer, the Begum. She's blind, but very dangerous. She's also after the property."

"Wow, talk about drama" Seher raised her eyebrows, whilst Razia fought the urge to roll her eyes again.

"This is Khala, Khalu, Lateef -"

"Who's this?" Seher picked up a photograph of a young man, of about 26. He was fair skinned, smiling shyly, and wearing modest clothes. His hair swept across his forehead, and there was an air of honour and genuine kindness about him.

"Oh, that's Rehaan. He's an employee, but like a brother to Aahil. He's not important."

"Cute though."

"FOCUS. This is Sanam."

Seher studied the snap carefully. Her twin liked to have middle parting for her hair, whereas Seher preferred a side parting. Sanam never seemed to slouch, and there was also an aura of fiery innocence about her.

"Study her carefully. I'm giving you two days to master her ways and then we'll do the switch. And for god's sake, remember to change into her clothes!"

Seher huffed and reminded the hag that she was a professional, and that she could leave now.

Finally alone, Seher sifted through the items. The clothes were very traditional, nothing like the leggings and shirts she preferred. Unable to fight the temptation any longer, she brought a dress up to her face and smelled it.

Surprisingly, the scent was overwhelmingly familiar. Like she had always been acquainted with it.

But she hadn't. She hadn't known the scent because she never had a chance to. She had been abandoned.

Abandoned, Sunehri. Remember that.

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How was it? This is my version of the track, it's a little behind because of my absence from the forum, so sorry about the time difference between the current track and my SS.

A special shoutout to heena24 and najma123 for their persistence in getting me to update! Without the two of you reminding me, I don't think I would've been motivated enough 😃

SPOILERS:

1. The attack on Dilshaad
2. Seher confused
3. Aahil consoling Sanam
   

Thank you so much for updating

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What an update after so long. Firstly, THANKS for the shout!🤗 You better take lesser time to update next time. I will plague you more.😈 Mwahahaha!

Such an awesome update...plz continue soon.