Wafa's POV.

As I looked at the passing views, I let the cool breeze brush against my cheeks. A soft smile played on my lips while my heart danced with excitement. Holding onto his shoulder, I gently placed my chin on his left shoulder.

“How far is it?” I asked, gazing at his reflection in the mirror.

“We're almost there,” he replied, and I nodded eagerly.

“I’m really excited,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist, letting the cool weather soak into my skin.

“I can feel that,” he chuckled, and I giggled in response.

His bike sped down the road, and all I could think about was where he’d stop — the place that would be ours. Our home. The thought alone sent butterflies through my chest.

We entered a beautiful residential area. The houses around us looked like something out of a dream. He stopped the bike in front of one, and I stepped down, my eyes wide with wonder. It was beautiful.

“Is this…?” My words stopped as I caught sight of the nameplate.

"Shams Bakht." I read the name aloud and smiled deeply.

“Welcome, my lady,” he said with a playful bow, and we walked hand in hand toward the house.

He unlocked the gate, and we stepped inside. As we walked through the porch, lush green lawns stretched on both sides. The flowers swayed in the gentle wind, and I couldn't help the smile that bloomed on my face.

He opened the main door to the living hall, and we stepped in. Holding my hand, he led me inside. I was stunned by the elegant wooden work — the floor and the staircase were beautifully crafted in polished wood. The walls were decorated with simple yet graceful wallpaper that immediately drew the eyes.

Just next to the living room was the kitchen — so beautifully designed that I wished I could cook there right away.

“So, do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful. I don’t want to leave,” I said as I moved closer to him.

“We’ll move in soon, love. I just need to finish a few things. Once we do the interiors, this house will be our home.” He wrapped his arms around me.

"InshaAllah," I whispered, resting my head on his chest, my heart full.

“Come on, let’s check the rooms and decide which one will be ours,” he said, and I nodded, my excitement rising again.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs. But suddenly, I felt a wave of dizziness and stopped for a second.

“What happened?” he asked with concern.

I forced a smile, trying to ignore the headache that had come out of nowhere. “I’m fine, let’s go,” I said.

He nodded and we continued. I blinked hard to stay focused, and after a few moments, the dizziness passed.

We entered a room, and once again, I was amazed. I imagined how this room would look with furniture, curtains, soft lights, and maybe a beautiful frame of our picture on the wall. I smiled, lost in the vision.

“I think we should choose this one,” he said, walking toward me.

“As you wish,” I replied, backing away as he stepped closer.

“What’s going on in your mind, Mr. Shams?” I asked, teasingly.

“Don’t you know?” he said, eyes locked on mine.

I looked away shyly for a moment, then gave him a mischievous smile. “Really? You think I’ll just let you do that?”

Before he could react, I ran out of the room, giggling.

“Hey, Wafa!” he laughed as he chased me through the corridors.

I ran between rooms, breathless with laughter, while he followed, laughing just as hard. This — this was the world of our love. Pure joy, endless giggles. A world I never wanted to leave.

I rushed into a room, but before I could move again, his hand caught my wrist and he pulled me back toward the wall, caging me with his arms.

“Where will you go now?” he asked, panting, as he leaned in close.

“I… I’ll run again,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Not a chance,” he whispered, and with the tip of his foot, he closed the door behind us.

“Shams…” I mumbled, a little nervous at the way he was looking at me.

Before I could say another word, his lips found mine. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. We kissed with love, slowly sinking to the floor. When we pulled apart, he was still holding me.

“You never miss a chance to kiss me!” I teased.

“And I never will,” he said, pulling me to his chest and kissing me again.

“I love you, my crazy husband,” I said, hugging him tightly.

“Shouldn’t we go now?” I asked after a while, but he didn’t respond.

“Shams? What’s wrong? It’s getting late.”

“Just stay… for a little longer,” he murmured, still holding me close.

I rested my head on his chest, but something felt different. His hold was tight, too tight. His heartbeat was loud and fast, as if something was deeply troubling him.

“You okay?” I asked, placing my hand on his chest.

“I’m fine. Just… don’t leave me.”

I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here. What’s wrong? You’re restless.”

“I don’t know… just stay,” he whispered.

I nodded, hugging him tighter. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

“Can we stay here tonight?” he suddenly asked.

“How? The floor is too hard to sleep on,” I said, but he pulled me fully onto him.

“How about now?” he asked with a grin.

I laughed. “It’s fine now. But we’ll still go back.”

“We’ll see…” he said softly, and I closed my eyes with a smile.

Third persons POV.

Zulfiqar arrived outside the house with his men, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the padlock hanging on the gate.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, scanning the quiet, empty street.

The area was still and dark, the silence unsettling. Not a soul in sight.

“Where the hell are they?” he hissed, frustration boiling inside him as he kicked the locked door angrily.

Just then, his phone rang.

Pulling it out, he saw the name flashing on the screen: Baba Saiyen.

“Salaam, Baba,” he answered quickly.

“Did you find them?” came Bakht Shah’s deep, commanding voice from the other end.

“They were here until yesterday,” Zulfiqar replied tensely. “But since morning, they’ve vanished. The house is locked, and there’s been no sign of them, Baba Saiyen.”

“Don’t lose them, Zulfiqar,” Bakht Shah growled. “I want them standing before me. Especially Shams. You have two days — bring him to me.”

“I’ll find them. Don’t worry, Baba Saiyen,” he assured him before ending the call.

His eyes darkened as he looked around again, hatred and vengeance burning in them.

“Let’s go,” he ordered his men, sliding into the driver’s seat.

The car sped away into the night, his mind brewing with twisted thoughts and the desire to catch them — no matter what it took.

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Across the city…

“You didn’t find them, Yonus? I want my daughter in front of me!” Jabar Malik’s voice thundered through the phone.

“They’re not home, Baba. I’ve been checking every hour since morning, but the house is locked,” Yonus replied, frustration lacing his tone.

“They can’t escape again. Find them! I want my daughter back within two days. Do you hear me, Yonus? Two days!” Jabar roared and abruptly ended the call.

“I won’t let you two run away this time,” Yonus snarled, his jaw clenched in fury.

He cast one final, hateful glance at the house — the very place that had once been filled with laughter and love — before turning back and storming to his car.

Wafa's POV.
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"Shouldn’t we go now? It’s 11 at night," I said softly, sitting up to look at him — but he didn’t respond.

As I turned to him, a smile tugged at my lips. He had fallen asleep. I wondered how he managed to sleep so peacefully on the cold wooden floor. Gently, I moved off of him and sat beside him, my eyes resting on his calm face. Despite the serenity, there were still faint lines of worry on his forehead.

Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to his proud nose. At that moment, he stirred and opened his eyes, turning toward me.

"You’re awake. We should head home now," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

"I don’t want to," he murmured, burying his face into my neck. I smiled.

"Why? And how did you even sleep on this cold floor?" I asked, still softly playing with his hair.

"Are you feeling cold?" he asked.

"Hmm," I hummed in response.

Without saying a word, he pulled me into a warm hug, holding me tightly, as if trying to chase the cold away with the heat of his embrace.

"So we’re not going home tonight?" I teased, wrapping my arms around him.

"We will," he replied quietly.

I leaned back to look at him.

"Let’s go then, my sugarcane," he said with a playful grin, kissing my nose. I giggled.

"I’m hungry too," I said as we both sat up.

"So, what would you like to eat, my princess?" he asked, flashing a sweet smile.

"You," I said mischievously, giving him a teasing smile.

"Really?" he smirked.

"Just joking! I want a burger!" I squealed and quickly stood up before he could react.

"Let me get home first. Then I’m not letting you escape," he warned with a smirk as he walked out, and I followed him with a racing heart.

We locked up our little dream house and set off on his bike. On the way, he stopped and bought burgers for us. As we entered our street, I noticed him slow down and look around, his expression suddenly serious.

"What happened? You look worried," I asked as I got off the bike.

"Nothing. Let’s go inside," he said, quickly unlocking the door and gently pushing me inside before taking the bike in and locking up.

He turned to me and without a word, pulled me into a tight hug. I felt his heartbeat — fast, nervous. I placed my hand on his back and held him, knowing something was bothering him even though he wasn’t saying it.

"Everything will be okay. I’m right here," I whispered, and he pulled back slightly.

"I love you," he said, his voice low and emotional. "I love you so much that I can’t live without you… but I’m scared. Scared of losing you… scared of losing this beautiful world we’ve built."

I looked into his eyes and saw the shimmer of unshed tears.

"I love you too, my Shams. Don’t overthink. We’ll be together until our last breath," I replied gently, wiping away the tiny tear that escaped his eye.

"Come on, let’s sleep now," I said, guiding him to our room. But deep down, I couldn’t stop wondering — what was it that was haunting him so badly?

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The Next Morning

"Don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll be back soon, okay?" Shams said as he stood near the doorway, getting ready to leave.

"Okay, don’t worry," I replied with a smile. He came closer and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Take care, alright?" he said again, his voice filled with concern.

"Keep your phone with you," he reminded, and I laughed at how protective he was being.

"What’s gotten into you? I’m fine! You’ll see me right here when you come back," I assured him.

He smiled.

"Love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead once more before taking a step back.

"Allah Hafiz," I said, walking with him to the door.

"Allah Hafiz," he replied, looking at me one last time before starting his bike and driving away.

I closed the door behind him and locked it with a soft smile, unaware of the storm slowly making its way into our peaceful world.

Third person's POV.

As Shams’s bike disappeared around the corner, a black jeep slowly turned into the street from the opposite end. Cold, cruel eyes followed the fading image of the bike before shifting toward the small house.

Yonus stepped out of the vehicle, his face dark with rage. Taking out his phone, he dialed a number.

"Baba Saiyen… I'm going to do it," he said.

On the other end, Jabar Malik gave a silent nod of approval.

"Bring her to me," he commanded, his voice low and final.

Yonus ended the call and glanced at the bustling street. Schoolchildren, workers, and women passed by, making it impossible to act now. His men stood behind him, restless.

"Not now. Just wait a few hours," Yonus muttered, his eyes burning with hatred.

He stood silently at the corner, waiting for the street to empty — waiting for the right moment to shatter his sister’s happiness and drag her back into the darkness she had barely escaped.

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Meanwhile…

"I’m following him, Baba Saiyen," Zulfiqar said as his jeep trailed behind Shams, who remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking behind.

"Not just Shams… I want that girl too," growled Bakht Shah over the phone. Zulfiqar gave a stiff nod.

Shams arrived at his office and began working with Shehroz inside, while his brother remained outside, waiting like a vulture.

Time passed.

And then, at 3 p.m., Zulfiqar saw Shams suddenly burst out of the building. His bike roared to life as he sped off like a madman.

"What happened to him?" Zulfiqar murmured, narrowing his eyes.

Then he noticed it — a jeep speeding in the opposite direction. Inside it, he caught a brief glimpse of Yonus with his men… and Wafa, unconscious, lying against the seat.

"They took Wafa! Damn it!" he cursed, slamming his fist against the steering wheel before flooring the gas pedal.

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Wafa’s POV

After washing the clothes, I went up to the rooftop to hang them to dry. The sun was soft today, warm but not harsh — a gentle comfort after the cold of the night. I walked around slowly, soaking in the peace.

But suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me. Everything blurred. I sat down, holding my head.

"What’s happening to me?" I whispered, trying to focus. After a few seconds, I began to feel normal again. I stood up, smiling faintly at the sun's golden rays.

I walked over to the railing to look down at the street.

And then… I froze.

Someone.

I stepped back quickly, heart racing.

Was that… a dream? Or real?

I crept forward again, peeking cautiously over the edge — and my blood ran cold.

“No... it’s… it’s Bhai.” I gasped.

Panic surged through me.

I bolted downstairs, locking all the doors and windows. My hands trembled. I couldn’t think straight. How did they find us?!

“No, Shams… where are you?” I whispered, terrified, as silence thickened around me.

And then—
BANG. BANG. BANG.

A loud knock rattled the front door.

"Open the door!"

The voice. I recognized it instantly.

Yonus Bhai.

No… no no no.

I ran to my room, grabbed my phone with trembling hands, and dialed his number.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Shams… come. Come quickly. Bhai is here!" I cried, sobbing.

“I’m coming, Wafa. Don’t cry. Just don’t open the door, okay? Keep talking to me,” he said urgently.

I could hear the fear in his voice — but he was trying to stay strong for me.

“They’re breaking the door, Shams!” I screamed, backing up and locking my bedroom door too.

"I'm scared... please hurry."

“Just hang on. I’m almost there,” he said before ending the call.

I sat on the floor, praying, crying, clutching my phone like a lifeline.

“Ya Allah, please help me…” I whispered as I heard the front door give way.

My breath caught in my chest.

Then the door to my room burst open.

“Bhai…” I barely whispered, frozen with fear.

“You think you can escape us?!” he roared, marching toward me.

Before I could move, his hand struck my face hard, sending me crashing to the floor.

“Leave me!” I screamed, struggling as he grabbed me by my hair.

“How dare you defy Baba Saiyen? You betrayed your father! You’ll pay for this!” he snarled, slapping me again.

“Shams!” I cried his name, eyes shut tight with pain.

“Don’t you dare say his name!” he growled, slapping me harder.

“Please… let me go. He’s my husband. I love him. Leave us alone!” I pleaded through sobs.

“Baba Saiyen will decide how to deal with you!” he snapped, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and pouring something on it.

I knew what was coming.

I screamed again, one last cry for help, for Shams — for anyone — before darkness began to pull me under.

Shams's POV.

Stopping the bike in front of the house, I froze.

The door was broken.

Panic surged through me like fire in my veins.

"Wafa!" I shouted, racing inside, fear clawing at my chest.

I ran through the house like a madman — our room, the kitchen, every corner.

Everything was a mess. The cushions were tossed, the curtains torn. Our home... shattered.

Our happiness... destroyed.

I collapsed to my knees, defeated. My hands trembled as I clutched the floor, breath coming in broken gasps.

They took her.

They got to her.

They took my Wafa.

My eyes landed on something small lying on the ground — her anklet. The silver glinted weakly in the scattered light.

I picked it up with shaking hands and held it to my chest, tears pouring from my eyes.

My worst fear had come true.

They had succeeded in tearing us apart.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

"Shams..."

I looked up.

Zulfiqar Bhai stood there, arms crossed, a cruel smile on his lips.

"Are you coming willingly… or should I use force?" he asked.

I let out a bitter, hollow laugh and wiped my tears.

"Wait," I said, scanning the wreckage of what used to be our world. Our home. Our dreams.

Taking out my phone, I dialed a number.

"Shehroz... I need your help. Ready the house. Both of them. The one we left behind, and the one I built for her. I swear to you... I’ll bring Wafa back to that house. Just do this for me."

I didn’t wait for a response. I ended the call and stood up slowly.

My eyes locked with Zulfiqar’s, who still wore that smug expression.

"You think you’ve won?" I said quietly.

"You’ve started this… but I’ll finish it."

I held Wafa’s anklet tightly in my fist.

"These tears you see… they’re not of defeat. They’re the storm you’ve awakened. The pain you’ve given us… the fear I heard in Wafa’s voice… I’ll make sure it ends with you."

Without another word, I walked out with them — not as their prisoner, but as the storm that was coming for every one of them.

Holding onto her anklet… and my promise.

A/N: Assalam-o-Alaikum dear readers,

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