"Khuda ki itni badi
qainat mein Maine,
Bas ek shaks ko maanga,
Mujhe vahi nahi mila!!"

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Italic font - The Remeniscenses of characters in story

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"Damn you Kinza." he muttered throwing the bottle on the wall crashing it into pieces. A glass piece pricked his leg. He laughed reminiscing the kiss they shared, he still can feel the softness of her lips on his. All he wanted was to go back and bring Kinza with him and kiss her senseless, to make her his rightfully.

'Imran, Eat your dinner properly'

'The coffee colour suits you'

'You look dashing in black shirt'

'I made a cheesecake for you'

'I love doing your works'

'Bring me chocolates'

'Should I wear sky blue or red?'

'How do I look?'

'I tried baking cupcakes for you'

'Don't forget am waiting for you, come home soon.'

Her voice started echoing in his room loudly making his heart cry heavily. He closed his ears to stop her voice echoing in his brain. He opened the new bottle of alcohol, drinking big gulps, he closed his eyes to escape from her haunting memories which kept flashing on the curtains of his eyes.

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'Wear yellow, I like seeing you in it. You look like a blooming flower.'

'Bake cheesecake for me, please'

'My coffee, Kinza'

'Am getting late'

'Aloo paratha is delicious.'

'Bring me my laptop bag'

'Chocolates for the gorgeous lady'

'Roses for you'

'I bought this black dress for you.'

'You are looking gorgeous.'

Kinza closed her ears to shut his voice from her life. She hated being so vulnerable. She hated how he left her alone that night and never returned. She hated her heart which kept screaming his name, for every beat. She moved towards the mirror, skipping her breakfast. She looked at her reflection. Her hair tied in a ponytail, her eyes adorned with kohl, hands filled with a bracelet which he gifted. She was wearing the black dress which he gifted, true to his words she was looking gorgeous.

'Keep your hair open, I like it that way.' again she heard his voice. Controlling her tears, she left her hair open and went towards the car walking like a robot.

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Hoor and Shazia came back to the mansion hoping that they will get the good news and there might be some progress. Yes, the progress happened but not like they awaited. Daniyal now always smiles freely which reached his eyes. He was guilt free that he gave freedom to Kinza from this place, which she deserved.

He observed his surroundings, everything seemed fishy. He couldn't point out what happened to Kinza that she begged him to send her away and about Imran, it's like he vanished somewhere. He dialled Imran's number but it always went to voice mail. He thought of checking the penthouse today. At the breakfast table, Hoor served him bacon eggs and apple juice hesitating to ask him something. Daniyal understood her, but he chose to ignore her presence as he did in the previous days.

"Where is Kinza?" Shazia asked his son, sipping her juice. She didn't see her in the home from past two weeks. When she asked on the first day of their arrival, he claimed that she went to her friend's home to attend a wedding. It's been more than 15 days and she wasn't back yet.

"Why do you care? She is my wife. She will come home when I want her to. Ammi don't meddle in our matters." Daniyal replied firmly leaving no room for discussion making both of them freeze. He finished his breakfast with content and went towards his room to collect his things.

He picked his laptop bag, keeping his kerchief inside his left pant pocket, he wore his tie and the jacket with ease. He cleaned his black shoes with polish making it shine. He opened his cupboard to pick his watch when he saw a diary kept safely. Their cupboard is still filled with Kinza and his clothes. He thought she might have forgotten the diary to carry with her. His subconscious urged him to read her diary but he always buried it saying he can't read someone's personal things.

Today however he decided to read her diary to know what made her so vulnerable. No matter how many times he asked Kinza, she brushed it always and she tried to divert the conversation to something else. He picked her diary dumping it in his laptop bag. Closing the cupboard he saw Hoor standing there and looking at him. He averted his gaze from her, ignoring he moved towards the door. But Hoor held his hand making him halt. He might not talk or pretend to ignore his love but he can't be able to stop from loving her always. She still ruled his heart.

"Did you sleep with her?" Hoor questioned directly not beating around the bush. It pinched his heart thinking how low his wife thinks. She wasn't like this when he married her. Sighing, he loosens his tie knot to answer her questions with patience. He didn't like the violence that too on women.

"It's not the correct choice of words. You should have asked did we make love? She is also my wife and I have every rights to do anything. Don't question me hereafter. What I do with my other wife is none of your business." Daniyal replied coolly fully aware that how his answer made her burn. He could see her tears but she did a good job by hiding it.

"You have changed. You aren't my husband anymore. Kinza took you away from me." Hoor remarked feeling angry on herself and the way he kept giving importance to Kinza. Daniyal chuckled hearing her accusations. Though it pained him to lie and to talk so rudely with his wife, she should know how she ruined two lives. She ruined a girl's life just to have a kid. She sold his husband to another girl without his consent. He wasn't gonna support or get dragged into her emotional blackmail now. He had enough and he will do what he should have done.