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Burhan's POV: -

It's been two hours since we have arrived here and that fucking stupid girl has nearly busted my head.

"Bhai sahab why did you hit her? I know what she did was wrong but she is just a child?" Are you kidding me . What is wrong with mom. How can she say such thing a 20, 21 year old is a child in her eyes. Way to go mom.

"Wajiha are you listening what you are saying. She is not a child and what she did, she should be punished for that". Mrs. Malik said to my mom.

"Anyway forget about it and all of you go to your room dinner will be served to you all in your rooms. Go Burhan my bacha take some rest you must be tired by know". Dadi said in her sweet and polite voice .

I came to the guest room which was given to me.

Tommorow is the big day for me as I am going to be one step closer to my revange.

But that girl Hoorain why do I feel sad seeing her tear up. I should feel happy right but there is this werid feeling in my heart which is nagging me that Iam doing wrong and I kind of know her. But from where?

Shaking my head I walk in the bathroom and took a nice warm shower before slipping in the cover and drifted in to the second world.

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Third person's POV: -

When everyone move out of the living room and disappear in there respective rooms. Someone grabbed the arm of Wajiha in tight grip and dragged her at the end corner of the hallway.

"Didn't I warn you to stay away from my matters and my family. Stop showing your fake concern for Hoorain . She is my child my daughter and I know what is good and what is bad for her. You don't have to poke your nose in my every matters and if you did I swear the consequences will be really bad. So Iam saying for the last time STAY. AWAY. FROM. MY. FAMILY. SPECIALY. HOORAIN. UNDERSTAND " before Wajiha could react the person walk pass her . Helpless tears fall from Wajiha's eyes . She was feeling very scared and worried.

she can now only pray to Allah for the protection of her children.
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Hoorain's POV:-

Thr next day when I woke I was feeling headache probably because of hunger.

I went in the bathroom to get ready for the day and was meet with my monthly visitors. Way to go. That's why I was feeling cramp . With a sigh I brush my teeth and wash face before changing in my today's clothes.

I walk out of the room and noticed that the whole house is awfully quite. Shrugging I move to dadi jan's room as usually like everyday.

As soon as I open her room's door I become shocked and my feet glued to the ground.

I saw Burhan sitting in front of her and she was busy blowing prayers on his head. Burhan is clad in nice three piece suit which is hugging his every muscle.

Dadi stroked his head lovingly before kissing his forhead. I could feel a ping of jealousy in my heart. Its part of my love which he is getting . Theif .

I move further in the room to make my presence clear. They stop talking whatever they were discussing in hush voice.

"Aslamoaliakum Dadi jan! How are you? " I smile and greeted her completely ignoring the other person.

"Waliakumsalam! Iam fine." At dadi jan's comment my smile vanished beacuse it was the firat dry reply she has ever given to me.

"Dadi Iam going . Will meet you at lunch InshAllah. Please pray for me Okay. My sweet dadi. Take care of yourself and till then don't forget to miss me". Burhan said to dadi happily and with one last hug he move out of the room not before passing me a hateful murderous glare.

I again put a fake smile on my face and sit infront of Dadi jan on her bad.

"Are you still angry at me Dadi jan. I said Iam sorry . Please don't be offended with me you know you are only loved one I have . Please Dadi jan forgave your Hoorie." I give my best puppy face to her that I know will melt her heart but I got shocked to see her expression.

"Hoorain look you are very precious to my heart. Child you are my soul but that boy is the only thing I have left from my late son. He is same like Asad and hurting him is like hurting my soul. Hoorie he was in pain bacha you should have been careful . Its okay I forgave you but don't repeat that childish act again. Now go have someting to eat you must be hungry". Its first time in whole years that Dadi jan didn't kissed my forhead and blow prayers on me and that all is beacuse of Burhan . I hate him so much

"But you said you love him. Please decide that you love him or hate him" again my subconscious mocked me. She is talking way too much know a days seriously.

Anyway I with a down face move towrads the kitchen and immediatly regret it because Wajiha mom was standing there preparing tea I guess.

"Aslamoaliakum! " I quitely said my salam and move towards the fridge to take out a small bottle of juice. Taking an apple from the fruit basket I start moving out of the kitchen without uttering a word . I know Wajiha mom is watching my every move but I didn't dare to see in her direction.

"Hoorain child here eat some sandwich bacha ." I froze on my place and close my eyes in pain.

I trun around and saw her standing with a plate of sandwiches . I look at her with tear in my eyes.

Get a grip on yourself Hoorie

"Thankyou" I said as I took a sandwich and rap it in a tissue paper. She open her mouth to say something but Ami walked in glaring at me then at Wajiha mom.

I quickly said Allah Hafiz and walk out of the house to the bus stop. When I was passing from the porch I saw Burhan sitting in his shining black car just like his devil personality and drove pass me . Arrogant man.

I shake my head and start walking towards the bus stop. Today I had a class at 10 so I was walking slowly enjoying the cool and calm nature of the morning. I decided to go to the far bus stand which was just under a traffic signal. It was a littile at a distance from home but I like to walk it help me clear my mind.

When I reached the bus stop I start waiting for the bus. I was watching and observing my surroundings when I saw an old woman sitting just under the shade beside the traffic signal. She also had a small child and they were looking hungry. An idea pop in my mind and I carefully crossing the road reached her and give her all my food which includes the sandwich, juice and apple.

"May Allah bless you child, he is very happy with you but when hard time comes on you , you will pass it with patients and never loss your hope on him, he is our creator he knows what is best for you but you have to be patient for that. Understand child". At first I watch her in confusion because as if there is a hidden meaning behind her words. Nevertheless I smile at her.

She caresses my head and give me lots of duas . I got happy as today Dadi jan didn't give me duas but know I feel happy.

With a content smile I walk back to the stand just on the time as the bus also arrived and I climbed it to reach my university.

Little did she know her every move was kneely observer by a soul who feel a diffrent kind of connection with her and was feeling content with her kind act.

Burhan's POV: -

As I walk out of the haveli my mind is still lingering on Hoorain instead of focusing on my main target. Why do I feel like that ?

Uff its so irritating that I want to bang my head on the wall. Frustratingly I sit in my car and gear it up before pressing the accelerator. I saw her again walking outside of the haveli as well but don't she had a car or a driver ?

Why do you care?

Yeah why do I care. Forget it Burhan focus on your main purpose. Talking about that today Shahbaz Malik will get the most shocking news in his entire life. A smirk form on my lips thinking about his reaction when he got to know who am I in real.

As I drove I pass by a little cafe which look cosy. I immedialy parked my car and walk inside to get myself a cup of coffee and a hazelnut muffin my favourite. I had to skip the breakfast as I have to reach at the company to sort out some paper work . Dad had already left for the office . He is present there with our lawyers preparing for blasting the big news bomb.

I sit in my car and again drove towrds the company after buying myself a small breakfast. As I stop at the traffic signal I saw a familiar figure crossing the road before standing in front of a old lady bagger. Hoorain gave all her food to her and the old lady start giving her duas .

There was a beautiful ear to ear smile on her face which was not fall until she was gone from my sight in a local bus.

Seriously a Malik is travelling in a local bus. Something is not right here. I have to find it.

Loud horn from the car on my back brought me out of my thoughts as I focussed on my front I saw the signal has already trun to green and it was my que to drove away.

Why do I feel proud of her? Why do my heart feel a connection towrads her?

This is not right . It's dangerous for me. I have to stay away from her.

Burhan she is your enemie's daughter. Do not forget this fact.

Yes she a brat just like her sister. I will make sure she don't bother my mind again.

Aslamoaliakum and Hi lovelies ❤❤

Sorry for not updating yesterday as my online classes has started.🙇‍♀️

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