"Aabaad mujh mein
tere siwa aur kaun h!
Tujhse se bichad raha hoon,
Tujhe kho nahi rahaa!!"

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Italic font - The remeniscenses of characters in story.

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Its been two weeks since Kinza left to London. She was doing well and as promised, she drowned herself in the work that surprised both Daniyal and her secretary. Daniyal called her daily but it was always her secretary who lifts the phone first and then if Kinza wished to talk, she would give the phone to her. She was afraid to ask about Hoor and Shazia. She didn't have the courage to face them and their opinions.

After completing her work she stood up from her chair walking towards the lift feeling exhausted. She was unable to forget one person in her life and the way he made her feel, his scent, his touch still lingered on her. She badly wanted to run back to him and hide in his arms but she knew he wouldn't accept her ever. They committed a sin. She was in guilt. Daniyal and she didn't share a marital relationship. But still, she was his wife. How can she fall for her husband's brother?

"Beta, We reached and please get some sleep. You are looking very tired" her driver Kasim chacha said looking at her in the rearview mirror. Hiding her sorrow behind a fake smile, Kinza nodded her head and moved towards the home feeling null. She dashed towards her bedroom, lying down on the bed, she cried wholeheartedly without any fear of getting caught by someone.

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"You are looking gorgeous." he said looking at her who was clad in a beautiful yellow saree. She was driving him crazy from many days. He tried a lot of times to control his heart but today all the barriers broke with one look at her. He liked how she used to wait for him to have their dinner together and how she used to do his every minor work and the care she used to shower on him always made him feel that she was his and he had every right on her but he always stopped himself knowing the relationship they shared.

He often scolded her many times not to do his work, to wait for him and to enter his room without his permission but she didn't listen and kept breaking his sanity. Today, they planned to go out to watch a movie and to shop. She dragged him in every store holding his hand as if she had every right to do that. He tried to remove his hand from her grip but he failed. His heart kept beating for her, her palm fitted in his perfectly as she was the missing puzzle of his life. He cherished being with her, the way she used to smile around him always made him proud that he was the reason for the twilight in her eyes.

"Imran, try the coffee colour shirt which I bough....." Kinza replied entering his room without knocking the door. She saw him half naked with a towel wrapped around his lower waist and her brain went numb. Quickly closing her eyes she shrieked making Imran groan. Wearing his track pant he angrily took steps towards her, caging her by keeping his arms on the wall.

"How many times did I tell you to knock?" Imran asked stepping closer towards her, his breath fanning on her bare neck. She shivered at the proximity of them.

"How many times did I tell you to lock the door?" Kinza replied matching his voice. Opening her eyes, she gasped looking at his naked chest. She was way too close to him. She kept her gaze down avoiding looking into his eyes giving him time to step away from her.

"Look at me Kinza." Imran commanded her, leaning his head towards her, making her clutch the saree end in her fist. She slowly looked at him, her lips shivering driving him crazy. Their nose slightly touched and their breath ragged making the air around them tense.

"Why are you gloomy nowadays? What are you hiding from me?" Imran questioned her cupping her cheek caressing it smoothly, urging her to talk. Kinza closed her eyes feeling his warmth, a few tears rolled down from her eyes which squeezed his heart. He wiped her tears pulling her closer towards him, he kissed her forehead lovingly assuring her that he would be with her.

"Nothing." Kinza lied, her gaze down. Sliding his hand around her bare waist, he pulled her towards him making their front touch. Kinza wrapped her arm around his shoulder feeling vulnerable.

"Don't lie to me. I can read you like an open book." Imran replied leaning towards her, kissing her earlobe. He pecked her cheek crossing the barrier they shouldn't. He leaned towards her rosy lips claiming with his, he kissed her pouring his love, passion, desire towards her. He nibbled her lower lip asking for entrance which she gave. She kissed him matching his pace.

His hands were roaming on her bare waist and neck making her moan. Her hands gripped her naked chest and hair making him groan. He bit her lower lip resulting in a moan from her. He left her lips feeling the lack of oxygen and started pestering kisses on her jawline and throat making her moan his name.

"Imraaaannnn..." Kinza moaned feeling his kisses filled with love and desire. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her chest heaved rapidly making him groan. He again claimed her lips with equal passion kissing her with the undying love he had for her. Their kiss got disturbed by the mobile ring. He slowly left her lips giving them a final peck along squeezing her waist. He looked at her face filled with blush, her cheeks pink, her eyes twinkling, her lips swollen. A smirk played on his lips, he moved towards his phone to look at the screen who disturbed his precious moment.

"Bhaijaan calling" flashed on his mobile screen, making his heart clench and his mind processed and accused him of crossing his limits. His conscience blamed him that how could he kiss his brother's wife. He broke his brother's trust and his mother's. Guilt surrounded his heart instead of the beautiful feeling he spent just 2 minutes ago. Few angry tears rolled down from his eyes blaming himself, he ran away from his room ignoring Kinza.