Chapter 13: A Perfect Manipulator

And I got right into the act, shaking my head in denial. Sounding as desperately heartbroken and sorrowful I could be.

“What happened? Where is my daughter? Do you know anything?” He panicked and I did what melted him instantly.

“Sir, I am joining my hands before you, please forgive Aalifa. I know she had committed a sin but we love each other. Don't take her with you, please.”

‘Bear with it, Zaviyaar, bear with it.’ Mentally screaming, I joined my hands in a begging manner with Aalifa’s father who was perturbed where his daughter could possibly be.

“What…?”

“Asim came to know about mine and Aalifa’s affair so he took drugs and killed his family and himself. We were so scared and were guilty but please don’t take her with you.”

I professionally broke my tone in the middle, forcing a tear to convince her Father. I wouldn’t have troubled myself with this but I needed that man alive for now.

“Is that why Aalifa ran away from home?” He asked, on the verge of having a heart attack, falling on his seat, holding his heart.

I rushed, holding him as support.

“Yes. Please, I know what she did was shameful but I deeply love her. We can't live without each other. She didn't want to go to you so she came to me and I am here to approve of our love.” I continued to act, gaining his admiration with the perfect tear rolling down my cheek.

“But, Son, living without marriage?” He insisted, melting slowly into my words, agreeing with me.

“I give you my words. Your respect is my respect. I won’t cross my boundaries. Please trust me.” I whispered desperately, taking his hands with a passion which he couldn’t stop either.

“Is she happy?”

“She will have all the happiness in this world.”

“What have you done, Aalifa?”

He began to sob, mixed with sorrow that his beloved daughter ran away from home to her lover and relaxed that it was none other than me.

Me, who would give her the world.

I must not laugh. I, must, not.

“Don't worry, I will take care of her. She is safe with me. She is in one of my properties. I won’t see her until you permit me.” I continued, making him soothe down and giving him some water.

“Zaviyaar, my daughter is fragile, please take good care of her.” He pleaded with me, having no idea what horror she brought on herself.

“I will.”

I honestly planned to beckon Aalifa until she would fall in love with me, and then I would indulge myself in this fake love and kill her in the end.

But, this has become much more intriguing and fun now.

After convincing her Father and leaving her apartment, the fake smile plastered on my face died as I took out my cigar and lit it up.

“Tsk, nuisance.”

Laughing at my immaculate acting, me and Hashir were in the lift. I frowned, glaring at him to not mock me as I had already ravaged my mood.

“Shall I kill him now, Boss?” He asked playfully.

“No. Not yet. Let’s wait for now. If she remained quiet then let him live but if she resisted too much then I will grant her the same death as her lover’s.” I ordered, smoking my cigar nonchalantly.

I was exhausted and not looking forward to this for the time being.

“What about her now?”

“Keep her alive for now. And yeah, order them all to not touch her, if she screams, then tie her mouth but nothing else. I have locked my eyes on her and I want her unharmed and untouched.” I said dominantly, pointing at Hashir to stop.

“Understood. Where are you going?”

I was about to leave but then a dark idea popped in my mind to relieve my mood before going home.

Pondering for a few seconds, I opened the door of my car,

“I was thinking of going home but I am thinking of giving her a warning first. I am going to see her.” I ordered, wearing my shades.

“Whatever you like.” He frowned. I smirked at his disapproval as he never liked her from the first time.

“I wonder why are you bothering to keep that measly woman alive in the first place?” He scoffed, moving back.

“Come on. Let me enjoy myself. She’d be all yours when I am done with her after all.” I said expectantly, reassuring him to know that he was going to end her after all until then I would indulge in the bird I had captured.

“Hmm.”

Smirking, I leaned back and went to see my beloved dancer locked in her lover’s room, going insane by each passing second.

AALIFA NIYAZ

My leg was healing gradually while my mind was constantly going back to his terrorizing words. The dread in me was enhancing bit by bit.

Laying in Asim’s bed, unable to move as my leg hurt badly and there was no woman to help. I had to change into Asim’s clothes, change my bandage myself too.

But, I won’t let these disgusting men touch me. The way they looked at me was enough to make me uncomfortable.

With my eyes closed, I was constantly asking- Why?

But my series of questioning was replaced by pure fright when the door opened and the one I once mindlessly admired entered seriously.

“Salam, Noor-e-Jaan,”

My breaths tightened around my throat, I sat up immediately in dread when he came. The expression plastered on his stern features indicated he would teach me a lesson.

One eye contact with him was enough to submerge me in terror.

In a white shirt with two buttons open and rolled sleeves, his hair was messy, indicating he might be stressed and I had to pay for my actions.

“How are you feeling?”

My body froze in fear when his footsteps approached me until he was near the bed and leaned forward to which I flinched as the tears I held this far began to brim in my eyes.

“Sir, I.. I-”

“Must be hurting right?”

His voice went lower, huskier, pressing his hand over my bandage and holding my injured leg in an iron clasp. Gripping the sheets, I whimpered loudly.

“Leave it, Sir, it hurts, Please!”

Writhing in pain, I shook my head, trying to remove his heartless claws from my wound but not caring, his jaw clenched.

He gripped my hair, forcing my watery eyes to meet his furious one, glaring into my very soul with a warning.

“Are you going to make a foolish attempt like this again?” He growled.

“No, no, no, I won't. I am sorry. Leave it, please, it hurts!”

I broke into a sob, unable to bear the pain he induced by worsening my wound, teaching me a lesson for daring to think about running away.

“Good girl.”