Moon was standing alone in the sky, staring at the sleeping city. While rummaging it's sight, its gaze stopped at the man who was sitting in the terrace, having a burning cigarette in his fingers, and staring at space with tearful eyes. 

"Now you will taste the pain, Nawan Leghari! "

He whispered.
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Morning sun was blazing on the sky, eyeing Pakhtuns who were busy doing breakfast. Cultural trail was full of fragrances of different types of breakfasts; Roghani Chanay, Naan and Kahwa; these items were mostly being eaten. Some tourists were sitting, gazing at closed cafe with impatience.

While the owner of cafe was making breakfast for his headache, Rumaisa, in his house's kitchen. Dressed in pant shirt and tie, he was ready to leave when, before sitting into car, he remembered about that girl. Groaning, he came back to give her breakfast.
Making the tray, he came near the room and opened the lock. Before entering, he knocked the door as a precaution. Receiving no answer, he came into the room where she was sitting on the bed, yawning and staring at him with sleepy eyes.

"Your highness, servant has prepared your breakfast". Anger build in him at seeing her relaxed state.

Ignoring his sarcasm, she leaned forward with glint in her eyes, but seeing bread and egg, her smile fell off.
"Your highness wants something better".
She said while scrutinizing her nose.
"Eat it or remain hungry! I'm leaving!" he replied while gritting his teeth.

"Ok, ok! I will compromise on it" She said while eating the breakfast.

"Compromise! You even don't know the real definition of this word, Rumaisa Leghari! "
He thought, bitterly.

"I'm going to lock main door and every room of the house except of yours and kitchen. You can cook whatever you want. But, don't even think to run away. I am warning you, Rumaisa. You will not like the consequences of this act". He warned her by pointing his finger toward her.

"How will I when you have locked every way of my escaping". She replied in a nonchalant tone.

Alamgir glared at her and left the house.
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After he left, Rumaisa set to navigate the whole house. House was small and simple, but everything was ordered and spotless, pointing toward the sophisticated nature of its inhabitant. While turning back from the lounge of first floor, her eyes fell upon the shopping bag lying on the chair.
Curiousity took her to the bag, and she peeked into it.
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Alamgir was completing his work swiftly; checking the accounts, keeping an eye on employes, dealing with the complaints of customers, cross checking every content in stock; indeed he was hell busy throughout the day.

"Sir, you have to go on an official get together of trail's shop owners".
His manager reminded him when evening started getting darker.

"Uff! Thank you so much Zain! I totally forget about it". He said while collecting his things.

"I will wear my new pant shirt. It is on chair. And shoes.... " He was finalizing his outfit while driving.

When he entered into the house, first scent which hit his nostrils, was the scent of something burning. Getting panicked, he ran to his kitchen which scenario caused him to have a mini heart attack.
In front of stove, Rumaisa was standing, peeking at the burned content in the cooking pot. Peels of different vegetables, oil, different spices, coffee beans and milk was present on the counter and also being spilled on floor.

And Rumaisa's clothes

No wait! It is his new clothes!

There were spots of oil, ketchup, milk, coffee and soup on her shirt and pant. Her hair was a mess, in fact she whole was a mess at that moment.

Feeling someone's presence behind her, she turned around to gaze at the shocked and wide eyed man.

"Hey, hello! " She said nervously and with a sly smile.

"What is this?" He was unable to recognize his own voice.

"I was trying to make something for dinner, but it all burned".

"Coffee beans? " He glanced at the coffee beans spilled on floor, shock still in his face.

"I was making coffee for myself. I just took the jar and it slipped from my hand". She replied.

Alamgir's shocked eyes traveled to his clothes, but he didn't find any courage to ask her about this.

"I wanted to get fresh, and these were the only clothes I found". Seeing his gaze on clothes, she quickly replied.

Anger started taking him at such miserable condition of his kitchen and his brand new clothes.

"Out! " He shouted in such loud voice that she quickly ran away.

Alamgir sighed with helplessness and started massaging his temples.

"I should get rid of this insane girl as soon as possible".
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It was past eleven when Alamgir entered her room with the tray of dinner. Her face was expressionless, and eyes were as usual cold.
Rumaisa gave a sheepish smile to that man and started eating dinner, which was Koftay Kabab.
Alamgir turned to leave when her voice halted his steps.

"Kidnapper?"
Ruamisa'a nervous voice rang in his ear.
"I'm sorry for that mess. Promise, it was unintentional. I have never been to kitchen before, so that's why I commit a lot of blunders today. Really sorry".
Sincerity was in her tone, so he sighed and nodded his head.
"It's okay, Rumaisa"

After half an hour, he was standing in front of stove, beating the coffee when he sensed someone's presence behind him. He turned around to find Rumaisa standing on threshold, gazing at spotless kitchen with awe.
Sensing his gaze on her, she turned around and gave a nervous smile to him.
"I came to put this tray in kitchen".
She pointed toward the tray in her hands.
Nodding, he turned around to resume his activity.

"Just wait for two minutes! I'm also making a cup for you".

Rumaisa sat on the counter, near him with smile plastered on her face.

"Thank you so much kidnapper! I'm sure world's best kidnapper award will goes to you".

Involuntary smile etched on his face.

"I'm honoured at receiving such prestigious award".

"Thank God, you at last smile. Otherwise, seeing your expressionless face, I was doubting that you are some robot, a creation of 5G technology".

Her words caused his smile to drop.

"By the way kidnapper, why you remain serious whole time? "

"Stop calling me kidnapper!" He said in his signature cold tone.

"Then what should I call you? I even don't know your name".

"Alamgir Khanzada".

"Waooo! What a beautiful name!" She exclaimed.

Alamgir put the cup of coffee in front of her and went away.

"Wait! "
He took a deep sigh at her command.

"Please do me another favour".

"What is that now? " he asked with frustration.
In response, she thrusted a comb and a pony in his hands.

"Weave my hair in a braid". She commanded while turning around, causing her hair to come in front of him.

Shock again took over his whole being at her command.
"You are an insane girl! How can I? "

"Ohho! It is not a rocket science to make a braid. Just divide my hair in three equal parts and weave them".

"If it is that easy then why you are not doing it by yourself?" he said in a sarcastic tone.

"Uff! Why you have to taunt me as you are my mother-in-law? Just help me with your mouth shut".
She said while folding her hands on her chest.

Alamgir took a deep sigh, and touched her silky bonze hair.

While weaving the hair, he accidently tugged her hair rather hard, and a scream left her mouth.

"Sorry, sorry! Are you okay? " he asked quickly.

'Yeah, but please be careful! "

While making the braid, his mind started roaming toward a past memory.

"Her mother weaving the braid of his sister"

Ache consumed his heart at remembering those memories.

"Thank you so much for this braid". Her voice caused him to come out of his daze.

"By the way, why have you kidnapped me? "
She said while checking her braid.

"At last, she realized to ask this question"

"Soon, you will come to know! " He replied in a cold tone.

"But, you should at least give me some hint. Like, you don't forced me in a marriage  it means you are not in love with me. And you also don't call my parents for the ransom. It means you don't need money. What else can be the reason of kidnapping? I have only seen these possibilities in romantic novels and dramas".

"Her fantasies! "

"Ruamisa Leghari, life is much bitter than these fantasies. But, you can't realize it because life has treated you with care and love".
He said bitterly, and turned to leave.

After his departure, a bitter smile also etched on Rumaisa's lips.
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Moon was sighting the sleeping city of Peshawar, when its gaze stopped at the weeping man, who was sitting in the terrace. It was the usual sight for moon, and only he was aware of this fact.
The man who was cold and expressionless in front of world, wept in the darkness of night.

Spiral of smoke was coming out of the tip of half burnt cigarette while Alamgir was gazing in space with teary eyes.

"I'm very near from taking my revenge!" He murmured.

With this thought, his mind roamed toward the girl who he had kidnapped for the revenge.

Her innocence, her simplicity and jubilant nature

"Am I doing right?"
Confusion started spreading in him, his heart and mind started reasoning at this.

"Yes, of course! " Mind.
"No! She is innocent! " Heart.
"But, they all deserve it!" Mind.
"She is joyous and caring girl. Her whole life will be destroyed". Heart.
"So what? I was also joyous. But due to her family, my whole life and family destroyed". Mind
"But, she was not the part of that evilness". Heart.

"Stop! Stop this!" He shrieked in frustration at the war of heart and mind.

On the other side of city, in a lavish lounge of a mansion, Ramaira Legahri was sitting on the couch, whimpering and weeping. While Nawaz Leghari was barking orders on the local police officers on the phone, with tension and anger evident on his face. After finishing the call, he turned toward his wife.

"Stop weeping my dear! I'm sure she will be fine. She is Ruamisa Leghari, our tomboy". Nawaz Leghari said while draping his arms around her shoulders.

"But, she is a girl Nawaz! " Ramaira said in between her hiccups.

"Ramaira, she is a brave girl. I'm sure she will be giving a tough time to her kidnapper".

"No Nawaz, you know nothing about my baby girl. She just pretend to be strong and nonchalant, but inwardly, she is a fragile and fearful girl. My heart is aching for her".

Nawaz took a deep sigh at her words and tightened his grip on her torso for giving a sense of companionship and assurance.
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