Mention of R*pe and abuse
Don't read the italic part, If you aren't comfortable!!

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Shit shit shit, Thought Sikandar as his car stopped suddenly after making the noises, He looked around himself and saw the road of highway, completely bare of any kind of human. He tightly shut his eyes and banged the steering wheel. Cursing loudly in pashto, he stepped out of the car and openned the bonnet...

The engine was extremely smoky, he looked at it in mock " tujhe bhi abhi hi ye karna tha... Tu bhi nhi chahta mujhe sukoon ki neend mile". (You had to do this now, you also don't want me to sleep) Saying he pulled out his phone, from the side pocket of his Kameez, he groaned once again seeing the phone completely shut. Out of the battery. Dead..

"YA ALLAHHHHH" he shouted on the top of his lungs, on the empty road.
He turned around and locked his car before making his way around to look for any kind of lift, almost every one here knew that the young man walking was the sardaar of their village. And knowing him, nobody would deny giving him lift but the problem was, nobody was there... Not even a single soul lurking...

He sighed and took a step forward hesitantly, his hand went towards his side pocket and took out his gun he always kept with himself. Making sure his gun was just a second to grab away he started taking steps forward, towards the road. It wasn't really dark but it was getting darker as he moves forward.

His mind started wondering towards the past, Once again. Remembering himself being afraid of dark and alone street's.
He sighed remembering his own father leaving him out on the road like this, in the middle of night. The road he was walking on was really away from his village.

A 13 years old sikandar sat timidly in the backseat of his father's Range Rover, the roads were mostly hilly in Quetta, reason why a simple corolla and other cars couldn't be driven here. He shrinked under his seat more, his father was driving and  beside his father was his mother. In the backseat, Beside him was his brother and his little sister was in the arm of his mother.

He looked towards his brother and saw his mischievous smile that almost looked like smirk. Gulping, sikandar quickly looked forward not wanting to see his brother. Praying in his little heart that his brother wouldn't snitch on him knowing that it was indeed sikandar that went out of his nanu's house late at night with shehryar, without informing anyone.

Sikandar wasn't allowed to leave the house without those guards tailing behind him and keeping him in check.

His brother sohail sajid and his sister aima Sajid were talking non-stop with his father, informing him about every thing they did while being away from home.
Sikandar obviously wasn't allowed to go, but his sister aima wouldn't budge out of her place, claiming to love his company. And in the end he also got the permission for some break.

"But baba, you don't know one thing, arey aima. Tell baba how much brave sikandar bhai has become now' and it happened, what he was dreading the most, tears were already in his eyes. In the rearview, his teary orbs were met with aima. Who was panicking herself 'n-nhi ba-baba, I don't know bhai kya keh rahe hain...' ( no baba I don't know what he's talking about)

Sohail snickered and looked at sajid, who was confused himself ' Ap ko pata hai baba it was 9pm and sikandar was nowhere to be seen. Nor was shehryar,and we found out ...he was away from the home, without informing anyone...or yehi nhi..mamu ne inhe aik ajeeb si dukan par dhoonda... Inke hath mai cigarettes bhi thi'( and not only this, mamu found him and shehryar in wierd looking shop, they even had cigarette in his hand).

Sikandar, in shock turned to look at his Brother,' no I wasn't smoking, it was shehryar' ... But oh boy, who was even there to listen to him. Sajid didn't care to listen and stopped the car. Turned around and smacked the poor childs face with the impact that his head was hit on the window, making the side of his head bleed. Sohail giggle but tried to hide it but his breath hitched when his father got out of the car, ignoring everyone's quietening gaze and pulled sikandar out as well.

'bhot shok hai na raaton ko bahar jakar ayashi karne ka, karo ayashi...abhi bhi rat horahi hai' (You really like wandering around in nights, go wander. Its a night too) delivering another slap, sajid sat in the car and drove off. With scared and panicked sohail, an calm sajid and heart bleeding Aabidah, while aima could only look at her father with hate. Sohail feared for sikandar. Maybe he should have stayed quite like his nanu had told him.

Sikandar saw them going away from his gaze, he panicked and looked around, seeing no one... He smiled and relax back. Knowing his father wasn't with him. His little heart could ONLY wish for his father to just GO AWAY without his innocent mind knowing the intention...
But his hate for his family was more then anything, his brother, his mother and especially his father. He hated them all..

The next morning sikandar was found on the very same road, but his condition was what left them all shocked. He was laying on the side of the road,on the grass and dirt. Clothes ripped from his slim body, face bruised badly. Blood around him, indicating that the beast of nights has devoured their prey. Snatching away the purity from a thirteen year's old boy. Leaving him with nothing but self loathing...

He was brutally R@ped by those beast, that was double his size, while he could only wish for his father or his brother to come back. But that never happened, leaving the night alone with sikandar on the Barren road ....'

Thinking of this, His breathing became abnormal, his heart beat increased and he could feel himself again being pulled in the darkness, he was and is from a long time.. the darkness start surrounding him and he croached down. His heart hurts along with his head,suddenly the strong smell of peaches hit him hard, Peaches??.everything was so bright and red. He was not in the darkness anymore but somewhere else, a soft whispers could be heard.

'shhh...calm down' was being heard again and again, and he calmed. The voice was so calming that he couldn't help but get out of his self pity to look at the source of voice. He was in the embrace of someone. Calming and sweet embrace, he couldn't pull back but his breathing was normal, his throat wasn't dry but was salivating with the smell, and his heart was back to normal.
It was levitating.

"Are you okay sir" he looked up and saw a Noor, well literally a noor. A walking ferry he saw, that had him tongue tied. YES. and surprisingly her eye's shone in the darkness of night. They were different. It enhanced her beauty more, the girl shaook him again.."G?" Was the only thing that left his mouth. " Meri gadi yahan akar kharab hogai thi, I was walking to see if someone's there but maine apko zameen par baithe dekha. You were shivering and mujhe pata lag gaya that it was panic attack" the girl before him explained. (My car broke down)

Was she mad? Why was she talking to him, that too in an alone road wearing nothing but her tshirts and a flare pants. Does she not fear him. He's sardaar, does she even know who he is? Nobody wears Tshirts, so why her, Is she even from Quetta? So many thoughts but nothing came on his tongue! God, what magic has she done on him. He was still staring at her, she was too. She shake him again.

He was now completely out of his delusional state and nodded and stood up. " Ap kon" (you are?)he asked, his hand inside his pocked. Gripping his gun. " Oh yeah, maine introduction nhi kara....(oh yes, I didn't introduced my self)
Well, Im Noor-Ul-Ain Arsalan
But people call me Noor.."
Sikandar knew he was a goner now. Evaporated all his strict rules in the thin air.
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Assalamualaikum

It was hard for me to write something so hideous that happened with sikandar.

But you need to understand, he isn't someone who is all sweet and lovely. He isn't.

He is broken, like I mentioned earlier. He is more powerful. His traumatic events has made him powerful. Powerful Enough to not cry.

This book is partially all about loving your children's right.

He was a fucking child. His father abused him and left him to be the prey.

He hates his family. I hope you won't be degrading sikandar nor any character. For upcoming chapters.

Shehryar is married, there will be some mature scenes. But not extreme because just yk...

Obsession has so many levels. It can be sweet one but it can be harmful too. My characters have obsession problem where they will be doing things which will make you question their sanity.

And their Deen too.

And, They met. You see how beautiful it was. Look like sikandar is tongue tied by Noor-Ul-Ain. And yeah, I added more characters....

Because there are changing in story line. Im not that heartless so I haddd to change itttt.

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