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Zafar needed to fasten up his plan before he gets too entangled with her. Haya was pulling him like a magnet and he wasn't comfortable with it. He was very sure of what he wanted and with whom he wish to spend his life with. And getting himself attached to Haya would only complicate his situation.
It was almost 6 months ,since they were married and same time she last spoke to her parents. It's time to step up !
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Haya was busy making his breakfast when he entered the kitchen. She was surprised to him there and his presence scared her. She looked at him with fearful doe eyes when he took out her phone from his pocket and handed it to her.
'Here is your phone. I have topped it up. You may call your home if you wish to', he said while looking intensely at her hesitating form.
Haya looked at her long lost phone and then surprisingly at him. She was confused, why was he suddenly being so merciful? Has he decided to give our relationship a fair chance?
The prospects of it looked tempting to her.
She moved towards him to take her phone when he suddenly grabbed her wrist with his other hand, startlingly her. She looked scaredly at him.
'How would you thank me ?', he asked with a playful smile playing over his lips. Seeing her working in the kitchen made him want her there and then. He need to exercise control over his lust around her, in future , he thought.
She had hardly seen him ever smiling, it was mesmerising. 'What..what do you want?', she asked hesitantly. She was still trying to free her wrist slowly, fearful of any retribution.
'Kiss me!', he said, pulling her thin frame towards him.
She blushed on hearing his demand and lowered her gaze. She was pulled into his arms.
'If you want your phone back, kiss me !', he whispered into her ears.
She recoiled in his arms, and her heart began beating frantically. She was red in embarrassment and could feel the warmth around her cheeks.
He looked into her eyes, trying to read her. She was like an open book, with a plethora of different emotions passing through her.
'It seems like you don't want it anymore ', he released her from his arms and began to turn back.
She pulled his elbow slightly and moved in front of him. Hesitantly she raised herself on her toes and pecked his lips, retreating at the same time.
'That was a kiss?' he asked.
On finding her silent, he held her by her shoulders and reduced the gap between them by entering her personal space.
'Let me teach you how !', he said, pulling her in his arms and taking her lips into a passionate kiss.
His hands roamed all over her body, and his tongue explored each corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes, losing herself into his ministrations. She loved this moment and wished it never to end.
After a while, he pulled himself and looked at her dazed self, her eyes were still closed, and cheeks were flushed. Her lips were glistening as the aftermath. She gradually opened her eyes, but her gaze was yet fixed on the ground.
'That's a kiss !', he whispered again into her ears.
Haya blushed on hearing his words, which were so new to their relationship.
She nodded slightly.
He handed her the phone and exited the kitchen before he loses whatever little self-restraint was left.
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Haya called her mother, as soon as Zafar left for his office. After a few rings her mother picked up the call.
'Hello, Mom!', Haya said.
'Haya ..my daughter!! How are you my child?Where were you? I tried your number daily.', her mother cried out from the phone.
'Mom..i am fine. How are you and father? How's Noor?', Haya quickly skipped her question.
'Everyone is fine and we all remember you daily ', her mother sobbed.
'I missed you too mom...', Haya couldn't stop herself from crying on hearing her mother's voice after such a long time.
'Why you didn't call us earlier? Did Zafar prevented you in doing so?, her mother came to the question she was trying to avoid.
'No mom, its nothing like that. It's just we have recently returned from our honeymoon. And I lost my phone there', Haya tried to reassure her mother.
'How is Zafar treating you?', she asked.
'He is very loving mom and caring as well', Haya replied slowly.
'Thank God. I was sure he would keep you happy', she told Haya.
'Yes Mom', A tear escaped her eyes.
'How's Noor Mom and daddy?', Haya asked quickly.
'They are good, Noor has already left for colleage and your father for his office ',
'Ok, mom..I would call you later. Take care', Haya said and ended the call.
Afterwards, she went to her room and cried her heart out. She couldn't tell her mother about her plight as it was too ugly and painful, but she missed them dearly.
And now finally after talking to her mother, she was relieved.
But why did Zafar return her phone ? Did he take her words seriously? Hopefully he did .
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Zafar was searching for the girl he loved for many years now, but all he could get to know was she belonged to the same city as that of Gul Family.
He had kept all her post cards and the occasional gifts as his most prized possession.
It was those cards and the words written on them, which had kept him going for ages now. In his hostel years, when everyone had a family to return to, it was these words which had kept him company. She was his family!
He was searching for her for many years now, but had no luck so far.
He wasn't expecting it this year but when it arrived even at the Gul Residence, he was nothing but pleasantly surprised.
She knew everything about him, even his whereabouts, but he didn't even have the slightest clue about her identity, except that she loved him for these past 6-7 years.
She had never written a name or a return address...she just signed the letters as 'Your other half.'
Was it meant to be forever like this ? Is that what she meant by keeping her identity hidden from him?
No ! He wanted her and he would have her!
He was sure it wasn't a prank, it could not have gone this far !
He planned to intensify his search and decided to employ more people for that. Unfortunately, he was delayed by his so called marriage.
But after being married to her, he was slowly losing himself to her.
He felt as if he was betraying his love of so many years. The place where Haya was right now, belonged to HER. And soon he would return that place back to its rightful owner.
He had no doubt that sooner or later he would find her. His lone issue was Haya!
Everytime he thinks about his lost love, Haya's innocent face stare back at him. He was in a dilemma of choosing one among two.
But eventually, someone has to go and it won't be HER.
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When Zafar reached home it was almost evening.
The first phase of his retribution plan took shape today, by handing over the phone to her.
Before handing over the phone to her, he installed a microchip in it, recording her conversation.
He knew she would have called her family right away and cry out her plights to her mother.
Although he would have personally loved to witness their pain and distress, but anyways for now phone would do as well.
He began listening to the conversation which the mother and daughter had.
After the end of it, he was puzzled by her behaviour. Not even once she had complained about him. Neither, did she mention any of his tortures or punishments. She lied about the phone as well!!
Honeymoon !
What's the meaning of this ? Why would she try to protect him ? He was still thinking about it, when she knocked at his room.
She had brought tea and snacks for him.
He gave her a brooding look, still puzzled at her behaviour. When prompted by her, he gestured her to put the tray on a side table.
'Come here ', he called her when she was about to leave.
'Y..yes', she stood near him afraid of his unpredictable nature.
'You are getting fat day by day', he commented, while assessing her statistics.
She looked surprisingly at him, as far as she had observed she was losing weight. All her dresses were getting loose.
But she silently listened to his statement.
'How many times do you eat?', he asked her.
'Th..three', she replied.
'From now on ...reduce it to two times...ok? ', he sternly commanded her.
'Okk', she answered with lowered gaze.
'Leave'.
Haya left his room and entered the kitchen. She was about to have her food, but since she had already eaten twice.
She covered the food and drank a glass of water instead.
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