AZMA SS(+16): Vigilante Updated New Update 10/26 - Page 2

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AN: Wildest Dreams is on a temporary break until the holidays but until then, Vigilante plays it's role. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Just a simple warning, this SS will have mature content pretty soon.

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Prologue (1^st. Person Only-Mahira)

This story starts off when I was born; my father told me I was a special child. Yeah I know, special but every parent has told their children the same thing.

I assumed I was special because I was the first of my family to be born in America. Los Angeles, to be exact but again, I assumed.

My mom died after some complications during my birth so my dad moved us to London, England after my six month. I grew up near Regent's Park in a nice townhouse.

It was just me and my father along with my nanny, Ms. Brown or Brownie as I called her.

My father was a renowned doctor and herbal therapist so he traveled a lot which is why I saw him only on the holidays and the weekends. He worked from 6 a.m. to 12 a.m. every night.

I had celebrated EID without him once. It was just Ms. Brown and I so we sat out at the hills to see the moon. My father apologized as he had business in India.

It was business alright because he had gotten married again and that was when I was ten. After the holidays, he fired Brownie and relocated us to a small village near Bhopal where she lived with her kids, my step-mother.

Safiya, my step-mother treated me like one of her daughters and she was my best friend after Brownie. Her kids, Saira and Bano were hard to please but Saf and I hoped they would come around after my adoption was complete.

But Saf had a son, my older brother Rehan and he was everything a girl wanted in a brother. He was the one who protected me from Saira and Bano.

After Rehan, I had another brother, Zaid. Saf and Abbu had him a month after my fourteenth birthday. Zaid was my partner in crime and I would babysit him with my neighbor and friend, Yasmin that year until I turned fifteen.

That's when my abbu had a job in Bhopal and on the way there, he was murdered. The coroners told us it was an animal attack but I wasn't convinced.

A year later, I graduated high school with 3.5 GPA and an IQ of 125. I told you I was special. My school suggested that I go out of country for my schooling.

I applied for a medical program at New York University and got accepted with a full-ride scholarship so Saf or Rehan did not have to spend a dime.

In New York, I studied medicine with an emphasis in counseling and psychology so I can be an herbal therapist for the mentally and physically ill.

My first year, I met my friends, Maya Martinez and Leslie Roscoe. They were eighteen years old from Newton, Connecticut and Los Angeles.

After midterms in my fourth year, we moved out of our dorms to a nice four-bedroom apartment near Battery Park at the southern tip of Manhattan. But Leslie moved out again to Taiwan to do Christian Missionary work.

When I graduated NYU at age 23, I became an assistant for my professor, Dr. Shruti Khan. She had me do laboratory analysis with medicine. During that, I would use items from my Abbu's notes.

And that was two years ago.

Currently, I am strolling with Maya and my dog, a German Shepherd, Spartacus.

Maya is ranting on about her ex-boyfriend Toad, I mean Todd. "Mahi, can you believe that he cheated on me?"

I stared at her as my pumpkin spice latte fogged up my glasses, "No, he was a player and you did not listen to Gwen, Ashley, MiJin or Kim after all he played them too."

"I know I feel so stupid." She casted her green eyed down as her chocolate hair framed her fair face.

"Hey, you're not stupid, it's him that is. You are strong and beautiful not stupid. In fact, on a scale of one to me, you're a 9.2, very smart not like me but you're smart." I laughed as I watched her look up and roll her eyes.

"That was an almost compliment but yeah, no one can have your level of IQ but thanks." She hugged me. Maya and I met on the subway to the campus; she was from New Jersey but originally from the Dominican Republic.

"De nada, come on let's go I have to see Dr. Khan." I stood in front of my superior's office. Maya left a kiss on my cheek before seeing Ashley and Kim.

"Later sista from another mista." She did a peace sign as I smirked, "In awhile crocodile." I hugged my yellow raincoat to myself.

While entering the building, "Dr. Khan" I called out to see a man in a friendly conversation with Dr. Khan.

"Oh Dr. Ali, you're here early." She smiled as she waved me over to them. "Sir, this is Dr. Mahira Ali and Mahi, this is Dr. Naseer Khan, my brother."

I nodded at him while I shook his hand, "Dr. Ali, my sister told me a lot about you and your work with herbal treatment-therapy. It's an interesting concept especially you mentioned something about supernatural elements." He explained.

"Thank you for recognizing my work, sir. Dr. Khan has helped me a lot." I smiled at the both of them.

"Actually, I need help. It's for my oldest son. He has been dealing with anger and skin deformities for a long time. My family and I have tried everything but we failed a lot." Dr. Mr. Khan explained. But what was my role in this?

"Dr. Ali, I want to hire you to be his therapist and help him with his issues. It's just that when I read your notes and essays on herbs and sickness, I knew I had to pick you. Please accept this. I will pay you $50,000 dollars per minute." He told me. 50 grand. Joke tha. Nah! He seems serious.

"I will think about it sir." I explained and he smiled. "Dr. Ali, I will give you a week to decide." And then he left.

"Mahi, why didn't you take the job? I thought you need the money for your mom, Saf's surgery. "Dr. Khan questioned.

"Doc, this is crazy I mean I have a week to decide." I stuttered out as she nodded. "Maybe, you should go home."

I walked and walked and walked home in the pouring October rain. "Mahi! You're soaking wet!" Maya exclaimed as she laid out the Chinese Take-out food we ordered.

"I know." I sat down for dinner as she smiled like a cat. "What?" I asked her with my mouth stuffed with Chow-Mein.

"You're hiding something?" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at her.

"What happened at work?" she questioned as I smirked, "Get this, Dr. Khan's brother also a Doctor wants me to be a therapist for his oldest son, who happens to have issues. And I will be paid heavily to watch a ten year old."

"Mahi, so..." She pushed.

"He wants to pay me $50,000 a min that I spend with his son." I say as her jaw drops.

"MAHIRA!!!!PLEASE TELL ME YOU TOOK THE JOB!!!!" Maya exclaimed.

"Um I told him, I'll think about it and he gave me a week to decide." I gulped.

"IDIOTA, NUMERO UNO!!!!" Maya started yelling at me in Spanish.

"I'll decide on Friday okay, paagli." I softly told her.

So fast-forward about a week has gone of Maya ranting at me in English and Spanish, I called Mr. Dr. Khan and told him, "Yes"

He told me I had a full-ride to India, everything already paid for and it was first class so I can be comfortable.

I left Sunday and Maya did not stop crying but finally, I made it in a 14 hour flight and now, I am sitting in a cab.

"Madamji, we are here." The driver parked the car in front of a huge mansion. OH MY! I stared at the house as I grabbed my two suitcases and shoulder bag out.

Dr. Naseer walked out with a smile, "Welcome to your new house, Dr. Ali"

Welcome, indeed. I gazed at the intricate designs of the ancestral home, the lively courtyard and flowers everywhere. It was beautiful.

I stared at one of the windows with a black board shielding whoever is inside from the sun. "Dr. Ali, that's my oldest son's room." He explained carefully.

I nodded, understanding that his son is probably a ten year old boy who throws temper tantrums every five minutes.

Dr. Naseer pulled out a picture from a magazine with the most beautiful guy on the cover. The Man on the cover had the darkest eyes that held mystery and a grim face. He was clad in a full black suit and the name was Azaad Khan, Bhopal's Top Industrialist.

"Dr. Ali, this is my son." He handed me the magazine as my eyes widen. What, his son was not a ten year old but a man. A very attractive man...

"Sir, I was under the assumption that your son was a kid, a child. Not this." I explained as he led me inside the gate.

"Dr. Ali, forgive me but when I would ask people for help about Azaad, they would laugh in my face that there is nothing wrong with a successful businessman. Azaad has a cur-a problem from when he was born or even conceived that killed his mother, my first wife. So when I read your pieces on religious and supernatural elements, I knew you could help me." Dr. Naseer hesitantly explained.

As I sat down on the loveseat , "Sir, with all due respect, I'll be happy to help I mean I am already here." I smiled and shook his hand.

And at that moment, I had given my life, my soul and my time away to the mystery man, the one I am suppose to heal.

I'll never forget how I fell in love.

The picture on the magazine did not do justice to the man himself but that night when I first saw him, I knew something and that scared me.

This is not my story but his.

It's ours.

awesome prologue dear

AN: This has an intimate dream scene which was very awkward to write. 😳 But it's not graphic so don't worry a lot about it. Oh, the actual sequence will happen after marriage since I believe waiting is the way to go but whatever.

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Quite hot chapter till now. Lovely update. Do continue soon.

AN: Next update will be on Halloween. Oh, please buddy me for Pms.

Part 2: Monster side

Mahira glanced at the clock on her bedside, it was gleaming a red seven in the dark as the curtains moved from the breeze outside. She got out of the bed, still wearing her clothes from the night before.

Suppressing a yawn, she moved quickly to her suitcase and pulled out an appropriate outfit of a black and red flannel with dark licorice jeans and flats.

Placing everything on the sink, she quickly stripped and got into the shower. After a good five minutes of lather and rinsing, she got out with a towel wrapped around her.

Mahira got dress after she dried herself and curled her hair; she glanced at herself in the mirror as she put on her labcoat. What the hell? Is that a bruise? She asked herself as she touched the mark on her collarbone. The cold and softness of her finger sent chills down her spine.

Quickly, she placed the collar of her labcoat in position so the bruise can stay hidden. Mahira left her room with soft smile on her face, walking around the corner; she bumped into a large, muscular frame.

As she fell, her eyes closed when she felt an arm wrap around her.

Azaad watched the young petite woman in his arms while she opened her eyes. Soft brown with gold irises and black glasses framed her face.

Mine. The demon whispered within him as he stared her. She cleared her throat. "Mr. Azaad, my name is Mahira Ali and I am your doctor. It will be great working with you but first can you let go of me?" she breathes out as he gently placed her on the ground.

Azaad nods at her before walking off to another direction when Naseer walked up to her. "Doctor Mahira, I see you have met my son."

Mahira jumped up at her superior's voice. "Don't be scared, this is the first time he has reacted positively to his doctor. Whatever you're doing keep it up." Naseer patted her shoulder before walking after Azaad.

Naseer had seen the entire ordeal between his stepson and his doctor. Azaad had displayed a side of him that no one has ever seen.

His son was cold, cruel, and silent. The coldness came from the side of him being born a monster by his first wife. Azaad was much like her, selfish and indifferent to the feelings of others. When he was a child, he locked himself in his room, avoiding Kaynat and Amaad.

He was cruel; Naseer had seen Azaad murder someone out of cold-blood. The site that scene, blood all over the room and the limbs of that person hung from the ceiling.

He watched his son then drink blood from the corpse like it was no big deal. His son would either kill his doctors with his bare hands or brainwash them to death. Naseer had heard of his first wife, Sanam as she was the homewrecker of Sanam and Aahil's love story.

After Azaad'a birth, he learned that she murdered Aahil, her first husband and later Sanam, his first wife committed suicide. That's what everyone was told. Her reason was Aahil was in love with his first wife to ever think about being with her so she cheated on him and killed him.

Naseer was quick to thinking so he hired the best lawyers and divorced her. She was not happy and tried to stab him with a needle.

So he ordered for her to spend imprisonment in an asylum while he raised her newborn as his own.

Naseer paid the price of her by marrying Nazia Raza Ibrahim, the sister of Aahil as reparation for being with the demon.

Nazia blessed him with two more children, Kaynat and Amaad. He loved her and right now, she is on a pilgrimage for Azaad's recovery.

But as for Azaad, they can hope. His son was the silent type. He never learned how to speak. Instead, Azaad communicated through letters and pictures.

Naseer had never told Nazia that Azaad was a monster that he was a spawn of a demon. He was empty.

All she believed was that he was mute.

Yet the way he reacted to Mahira gave a different picture. He was gentle and ...caring.

The Superior knocked on his son's room door. The door opened as he walked in to see Azaad sketching a face into the canvas.

Azaad looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "Beta, what do you think of Mahira?" Naseer asked.

The Asset watched his father and sketched the word mate. Naseer questioned, "What mate?"

Azaad wrote again, my soulmate. Mahira is my mate. Mine

Naseer's eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "Congratulations." He voiced out as he saw his son's eyes widen.

Turning around, he saw Mahira standing there, eating a bowl of cereal.

Precap:

Mahira ran as fast as she could.

He was a murderer. That monster is my patient.

Her brain chanted as she tripped on a loose root and fell to the ground.

Her eyes were closing as she stared at the silhouette walking toward her.

Lovely update! Very interesting story.