Chapter 20
She toyed the food in her plate with a fork, lost in her own dream world of love and joy. Finally, she could feel her pulse relax for good and slumped herself in the leather sofa, breathing abnormally. mirza loved her and she loved him back. This was the fact that was to be remained unchanged. Everything seemed to fall in it place and the missing puzzle of love from her life had skidded its way to get solved. She apparently did nothing to entice him nor did she.. It was destined to happen.. A subtle smile made its way to the corner of her lips and she could feel her cheeks warming up even in the thought of him. Wait till I come back... The thought of it made razia shiver in excitement...what was her man up to? She blushed like a love sick teenager and threw her face into her palms, giggling aloud.
She heard the doorbell ring twice and slipped inside her shoes, flapped towards the door.. Wait till I come back... He was here, she thought as she made her way down the stairs. Taking in a moment, she brushed her hair with her fingers and patted her shoulders for confidence and she was ready to go! Wait till I come back.. She blushed heavily and strode towards the door. Wait till I come back...She turned the doorknob and grinned naughtily... Wait till I come back... She opened the door wide open and her smile disappeared into the thin air.. WAIT TILL I COME BACK...
mirza put a halt to his Audi R8 as he reached the office building and threw the key to the guard to park the car. Just when he was about to enter the building, his phone started buzzing "Speak" he spoke urgently. "Sir, we tracked his phone and were able to determine his destination." mirza arched a brow of his "Continue..." "S-sir he was last seen hovering in Colaba.. Near your house... then he switched his phone off.. That's his last destination." mirza froze in anxiety "Whe-when?" he cleared his voice. "Sir fifteen minutes ago.. I fear he will try to get in your house and fish out some information or try to harm you.. But the good thing is Sir, that you are here safe and sound.. He can't harm you.." His mind went numb in a tremor and he pressed his jaw in a tight line "Call the police! Immediately!" mirza urgently cut the phone and barked to guard to bring his car back... Please be safe.. He chanted this mantra until his car halted in front of him. He hit ignition and sped away to save his razia from the devil who had once snatched his valuable gem.. He was not going to let that happen again..
"Excuse me?" she replied curiously as the man scanned her from top to bottom with his devious eyes, that made razia uncomfortable. "May I help you?" this time her voice louder and cleared. His eyes sparked after meeting with her face "I am Salmaan, mirza's sister Basharad's husband.. mirza has called me here for a business proposition and he will be here any minute.." he babbled honestly.. mirza was coming, the thought of it made razia smile. Until mirza comes, she had to take care of this man as he was mirza's relative, it was her duty to serve him.
"Please, come in." she spoke chirpily with a smile plastered around her face. Salmaan entered the house with devil like smirk and as he went past razia, he brushed his body with her petite form, apologizing immediately. razia's brow deepened and she clasped her elbows to her knees and held them tightly.. Only for mirza, she reminded herself. "Please, sit down.. Would you like some tea?" she spoke sweetly with subtle smile... "No thanks.." came his response..
razia's phone started to ring and she said aloud "Oh its mirza.. Ill inform him that you are waiting for him..." She looked at the screen for a couple of seconds and was about to answer the call, when she found her phone snatched away by huge palms.. "I am afraid I can't let you answer that..." He finished with a smile, his eyes darkened, making razia take a few step backwards.. "Who are you?" she said quivering with fear.. He down casted his eyes and then looked back at her with confidence.. "I am Basharad's husband.."
"What the fing hell!" mirza grasped a good amount of hair into his palm and pulled them in frustration, first for this traffic jam and second razia was not picking up her God damn phone! he quickly dialed her number again, trying his luck again... He froze right there when found the line dead, it was switched off.. What was going on? razia was definitely in trouble and this traffic jam seemed to be endless...
Without wasting a minute, mirza shot out of his car like a coiled spring and started to run as fast as he could.. He had to save her.. Not only for her but for him too..
"What do you want from me?" razia sent out a shrill scream, as she watched her phone smashed on the floor into pieces. Tears threatened to escape her eyes and she tried hard to hold them back. "For now.. YOU" spoke Salmaan with lust dripping from his sentence, the eyes explored her petite figure and he but his lips in satisfaction.. This chilled razia to her core and she stood there completely lifeless. Where was he?
"mirza is the most pathetic and emotional head case I have ever met in my life.. So what if I married her sister for money and beat the crap out of her? So what if I pushed her off of the staircase and cause her to carry? So what if I lured her to commit suicide? So what if I turned her parents against her and her mushy brother? It caused me no harm.. Just five years of jail and look where am I now standing? Free like an eagle!" razia threw him a disgusted look "You devil!" she scowled at him making him laugh hysterically "I am not done yet.. I am here to avenge my insult of sending me to jail.. mirza has to pay and he will after I snatch the little who*e of his from him?" razia felt her bile rising.His eyes darted towards her..
No.. she wouldn't let this happen.. She would punish him for wronging Basharad... She would not let him touch her! Her first instincts worked over her, picking up the Chinese porcelain vase, which sat right next to her, she threw it in his direction. It was an unexpected move and before he could dodge it, the vase landed on his head making his vision fussy. razia ceased the chance and ran almost the rate of speed of light towards the bedroom and double locked herself. She began breathing heavily and stream of tears washed down her eyes. mirza...The thought of him brought back her spirits and she jolted towards the landline, thanking her lucky stars that it was working.
The road was empty now and he had managed to hire an auto and promised the driver that he would reward him with a content heart if he sped quickly enough to his destination. His shirt was drenched with sweat and the lapels of his jackets were flying out from its position. He was a mess. In exasperation, he cupped his face with palms and started to hyperventilate aloud. The auto immediately slowed down, making mirza twitch "Why did the auto stop?" he asked urgently. "Sir are you okay?" Outraged with the pathetic question of the driver "Would Ya just drive and stop Fing with my personal life!" The auto started right there and mirza's pulse relaxed just a bit.. His phone started to ring and it flashed "home" mirza could feel his heart in his mouth.
"Hello mirza! Please come home fast.. This crazy guy is here to seek revenge from you.. Please come fast.. I managed to knock him out for a couple of minutes.. Save me ! He is going to kill me...Aaahhh!"
SMASH!
Then the line went dead along with mirza's sanity...
"Don't touch me!" razia tried to ward him off with her edginess.. "You really shouldn't have hit me..." Salmaan shuddered his shoulders as he advanced towards razia. " This is what happens when you give too much importance to a woman.. She starts thinking that she is more superior than men... The same thing happened to Basharad... She was a pain in the behind.. Thank God she committed suicide or else I had to kill her with my very own hands.." Salmaan said apologetically. razia couldn't hold herself together anymore and without thinking of the coincidence. Without looking back, she made a run towards the bed, threw the cushions at him and made a quick escape through the entrance... She could hear his long strides towards her.
The front door was open, which made some oxygen pass through her veins.. Idiot, she reminded herself of Salmaan.. Just when she was about to cross the boundaries of the house, she felt a hand over her shoulders and then *tear* the side of her kameez had been torn, revealing a good amount of her fresh skin. This made razia rooted in her spot.
He was finally there! He almost threw his wallet to the driver and requested him if he would do him a favor and accompany him to his house. As expected, his good for nothing guards were missing from their place and he had to do something about them.. But now he needed to give his full concentration on razia.
The driver and he strode past the garden and when they reached the door, mirza's eyes almost popped out from its place. Salmaan grasped razia with his hands and was trying to smooch her. On the other hand razia was crying and protesting at the same time. Anger boiled in his blood, with gritted teeth and clutched his fist into a ball and threw a blow at him. Salmaan toppled down causing his nose to bleed. Probably, mirza had gotten him a hairline facture.
He frisked a quivering razia in his embrace and held on to her as she broke down into tears. He let them flow... He heard the police sirens and then and there he knew Salmaan's game was over.. mirza would never let him out of jail again..
mirza pressed his lips on razia's hair "Don't worry baby.. Nothing has happened to you.. You are all fit and fine.. Now Now stop crying."
razia nuzzled into mirza's chest "I love you mirza... I love you.."
"Back at ya."
Three years later
"The milk bottle is slowly moving towards Baby muskan.. Daddy Striker mirza is worried if he is able to goal or not." came the commentary from mirza as Baby muskan half lay on his lap, excitement gleamed in her eyes to know more.. What would happen next. mirza continued "Mumma Mid fielder razia looks quite worried whether the daddy striker can goal or not.. Daddy striker passes all the obstacles and now is on one on one with the lips goal keeper. Will he be able to shoot?" muskan opened her mouth wide open "Yesh he will!" He shot her hand in the air in excitement and mirza took the opportunity and dipped the bottle inside her mouth "GOAL! What an excellent shot by me!" mirza patted his shoulders, showing off and his daughter started to giggle..razia clapped her hands "Yayy we won again!"
muskan was a two year old kid, but she didn't act her age.. She was much more mature and understood everything and obeyed her parents.. Except of the eating part she was an obedient child..
"Thanks mirza..."
mirza pecked on her lips "For what?"
razia spoke softly "For everything... If you weren't.."
mirza ushered her from speaking "Ssshhh... We are meant to be.. Destiny had chosen us to be together and no one in the world can change it... No one.. You will remain mine forever..razia."
THE END😊
Edited by cuteshravani - 10 years ago
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