Submission

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Next day, Haya rewarded the driver, it left the driver wondering. He was expecting to be punished for getting late the previous day. 

But only Noor knew the real reason for the glowing and beaming face of her sister. 

Haya was aware that Zafar was busy in the campaign these days, she thought this as an opportunity and asked her father if she could help him in any way. But again her father turned down her request, and she was instead advised to work hard in her studies. 

Haya finally decided to settle on, at least watching him coming and leaving the house, but his timings were so erratic, it left her disappointed most of the times. 

Eventually, she planned to get hold of his weekly planner, that way; she could exactly know where he was during the day and at what time he would be returning. That seemed like a great plan, but to get her hands over his planner was also a big task. 

So one day when Zafar had already left for the office, Haya entered his room. Although, her primary aim was to look for any file or any planner fulfilling her purpose. 

But as she entered, she was hit by his overwhelming masculine odour mixed with his favorite perfume. He used the same brand since he was in college. 

Haya could smell him off by his trademark perfume, from miles away.

Haya blushed being in his personal space, in his room. She was engulfed in his intoxicating aura mixed with a lingering tobacco smell.  

Smoking hadn't looked sexier on anyone as it did on him...she blushed again ! 

She laid on his bed, where his body had touched the sheets. Even the sheets were more fortunate than her. She rolled over on that bed, trying to imbibe his fragrance over herself. She smiled, thinking about the fact that they had finally slept on the same bed. 

' You shameless thing, what are you doing here ', Noor was peeping from the door. 

Haya almost fell from the bed upon hearing her voice. 

'NOOR !! What's wrong with you?' Haya shouted and ran after her, trying to catch and bash her nosy little sister.

In all that fuss, she left her anklet in his room as an evidence of her non-permitted visit to his room.

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Zafar was finally able to destroy the maximum pieces of evidence against his party members, freeing them from Ghulam Ali's trap.

But he had asked the members to remain quiet about it and go along with the evil plan of Ghulam Ali. The truth shall only be disclosed on the last day. 

The result day !!

Zafar, on the other hand, now focused on implementing the same evil plan on opposition members. But since he was aware of all the loopholes in it, he perfected it and made it fail-proof.

His ultimate aim was to leave Ghulam With Zero votes on the election day, he smiled thinking about the look he would have on his face when he would realise the outcome of his devious plan. 

He later shared the information with Mr Gul, making him aware of the opposition's plan.

Mr Gul was shocked and terrified on hearing it; he had put all his savings and a lot more effort in this election. To lose it due to someone's evil intentions was something his simple nature couldn't fathom.

Zafar then told him that he had already taken care of it and showed him the evidence which they had recovered. 

'My son you have saved me today, I would never be able to return this favour ', Nazar Gul was indebted to Zafar for his help.

'Mr Gul, please it was nothing ', Zafar assured him and left for home.

But what Zafar didn't tell him was that he was now implementing their evil plan on themselves. 

Nazar Gul would have never approved of it, as Zafar knew his mentor well. 

Zafar wasn't a forgiving man by nature, he neither forgets nor forgives. 

And he had no intentions of letting them go unpunished for what they had planned against Mr Gul. 

Soon, he left for home.

When he entered his room, he saw the crumpled bedsheet and a sweet aroma that still lingered, giving away someone's intrusion. His gaze suddenly fell on the lone anklet lying on the floor. He lifted it and observed it's craftsmanship. It was delicate yet beautiful.

He kept it in the drawer and switched on the hidden CCTV camera of his room. His untrusting nature had never allowed him to be unprepared or ignorant. If he didn't know what's going on, how could he ever figure out the solution? 

He was surprised to see Haya on his laptop screen. So she was the owner of the anklet! 

As he saw more, he was intrigued further by her actions she was searching for something; then she went through his cupboards...and.... laid on his bed! 

Interesting!!

He was going through the recording, when he received a call from his secretary. 

'Yes ', he said, while he closed his laptop.

'Mr Zafar, today I received a call from Mr Gul's daughter, Haya. She asked for a copy of your weekly planner.', he informed. 

'Ok. What did you tell her ?', he asked as he had given special instructions about not sharing it with anyone without his permission. 

'Sir, I replied that without your consent, we could not share it', his secretary answered.

'Good, if she calls next time, just give it to her ', he cut the call with that. 

He was still puzzled about her behaviour earlier and now this! What's going on! 

He wondered and left for taking a shower. 

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Next morning, Haya was getting ready for her college when she realised the missing anklet.

'Oh, Noor have you seen my anklet anywhere? It was my favourite one. Please find it for me ', she requested her sister. 

'What would you give me if I find it for you?', she tried to bargain with her elder sister. 

'What do you want ', she replied with mean eyes which were now converted into slits. 

'You will lend me your diamond set for my friend's birthday party next week ', Noor named her price. 

'No way, you are so careless you would lose it. And mother would kill me after that. No way... ask for anything else', Haya refused flatly.

It was her first diamond jewellery, no way she would let her sister touch it. 

'I am not the one who lost my anklet, see mine are still in place ', she mocked.

'Noor please...just help me finding it', Haya again requested 

'Not until you agree ', 

'Never

'Happy hunting than.'

'Noor..please '

Suddenly someone knocked on their door. They looked at each other and Haya moved to open it.

Zafar stood on the other side; he was ready to leave for office in his formal suit and was looking dashing as always. 

Haya held the door tighter to control her fluttering heart. She was still gaping at him when he cleared his throat, bringing her back into the present. 

'Is it yours?' he took out her missing anklet and held it in front. 

'Y..yes' she stammered.

'You left it in my room yesterday ', he said while he looked deep into her eyes as if trying to find out the reason. 

'Mmm..your room? Noo...I haven't been into your room', she lied and tried to take it from him.

'Well if you haven't been there probably it's not yours, because I found it in my room ', he pulled his hand back and kept it back into his pocket.

She was now trapped in her own words. 

'But it's mine! I don't know how it ended up in your room', she lowered her eyes and said with pouting lips.

He observed her fidgeting form and finally decided to give it back to her.

'You are quite bad at lying', he handed it over to her and left.

'Shit..shit!' Haya was mortified by the encounter she had with him. How could she forget it there !!

But thankfully she has got it back. 

'What did he say?' Noor asked.

'He said I left it in his room', Haya said with a sulking face. 

Her unfaithful anklet gave away her only endeavour. How would she ever face him again!

'You should have cleared the evidences at least

, how could you be so dumb?', Noor reprimanded her.

'Well I was about to, but you suddenly barged in, and I forgot ', Haya sulked further.

'Anyways, finally, you got it back.'

'Yeah ', Haya was happy about getting her anklet back. But she was embarrassed that he found out about her entering his room uninvited.

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