Chapter 147: Plotting Behind

THIRD POV

At Zakir’s household, Saira came to meet her brother who was infuriated when Zaviyaar taught him lessons for hurting his second wife.

He had enough of being insulted and getting hurt by Zaviyaar.

“It was no damn kidnapping! Your beloved husband did this to me all because I hurt his fucking doll,” Zakir scowled, glaring at Saira.

“What did you do?”

“Do you not know your husband? For her he had hurt me countless times and that low woman. She deserves all the humiliation!” Zakir growled, losing his mind and slamming his hand down.

Saria was distressed at his brother’s display of fury.

Forming her lips in a thin line, she looked down. She knew she couldn’t speak before her brother, he was already enraged.

“That’s it. I am done with him degrading me for that damn woman. What is her worth huh? Nothing!” He growled, coating his tone with nothing but contempt for Zaviyaar.

“That man of yesterday. His father used to beg ME for money and how he was humiliating me!?”

He thought he could control him like Jafar but he was not like his father. He threw Zakir out of the picture that outraged him.

“Did he forget all my mercy?! How dare he treat me like trash!?”

Losing his mind, he got back, running his hand through his hair from frustration.

“What do you want me to do about it? If you want to kill Aalifa, go ahead, don’t bother me. My life is already ruined.” She mumbled, having no expectations from her life.

“And you, you are fucking useless, Saira. That slut is giving him a child so he is all down for her. Only if you had been that capable,”

Saira flinched when he taunted her about her most sensitive spot, evoking a tear in the corner.

“Please don’t taunt me about something Zaviyaar never did.”

Shutting her eyes, she became miserable. Hating the words she had to hear because of him but she had to bear with it.

“He never complained. Unlike you he understands that it is not my fault.”

“So!?”

“I am so done with him. This is my golden opportunity. I won’t sit back quietly.” Zakir declared, bewildered Saira, also worrying her to think what he planned to do.

“What… are you going to do, Zakir?”

“Asad is not here. Zaviyaar is also gone, Hashir left to get him back. Erhan can’t do much, he is more on the business side. I won’t get a chance like this again,”

Her eyes widened in horror, no matter what, that place was her home. No matter how bad her relationship was with Zaviyaar, the rest were like a family to her.

She didn’t want to endanger them.

“Don’t you dare, Zakir. You won’t do anything,” She whispered, getting up and holding his arm but he yanked his hand away.

“Why not? Have you forgotten what they had done to you?”

“They replaced you with a damn dancer. What is your value here?” He snarled, reminding her of the reality which pricked her.

But hardening her expressions, she hit his chest sorrowfully.

“At least better than how your wife will treat me. Here I don’t have restrictions at least, I don’t get humiliated for existing only.”

“Shut up. You can’t do anything in all these years. Your husband has degraded me enough but not anymore.”

She opened her mouth to argue but she had already lost her home.

“What… are you going to do?”

To which Zakir placed his devilish intentions openly.

“I will get both of them out of the way.”

AALIFA NIYAZ

The expectations Zaviyaar must have had for our honeymoon was shattered. I could feel his annoyance, his constant grimace since he got shot.

I felt bad that it was happening because of me.

He in fact came here for me.

Just how many things he would do for me?

I came out after showering as he was on a call while laying on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I just want to go home as soon as possible,”

Cutting the call dominantly, he sighed, literally throwing his phone away and pressing his head harder into the pillow.

“Hey, how are you feeling now?” I asked softly, running hand through his soft locks, smiling tenderly to help him relax at least.

“Better.”

I lowered my gaze hollowly but he pulled my hand.

“Sorry, Darling.I wanted us to stay longer but we have to leave,”

“It’s alright, your wellbeing matters the most. Plus, we had a lot of fun,” I reassured him.

“It was only for a week.” He muttered.

He was utterly resenting the idea of us having to stay at Alphonse’s place, he wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

And apparently it was not for free. He took millions from Zaviyaar as ‘fees to keep you alive in my territory’

“Zaviyaar,”

“Hmm?”

I was on my side, plopped on my elbows and called him in a feeble voice with my fingers trailing on his locks.

“It’s not my fault… right?” I asked vaguely, forming my lips in a thin, twirling her fingers around the sheets in distress.

He arched an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,”

“None of this is happening, Aalifa,” He lied.

I couldn’t bear it, he was even lying. That much of a burden I had become that telling me the truth had been difficult for him.

I had worsened my state that he had to think twice before telling me anything. Apprehending that I had become his sting, I ended up crying.

“I am sorry, Zaviyaar, I am so sorry,”

Staggered, his eyes widened when I began to sob, covering my mouth with my one hand as tears spilled miserably.

I had begun to hate myself for my emotions. Disappointment had consumed me.

“Aalifa? What happened?” He whispered, bringing his hand to bring me to his chest as it was hard for him to sit.

Burying my face in his chest, he became perturbed. Clutching his shirt, I rested my forehead on his shoulder, weeping with tears soaking his shirt.

“I am scared,”

“Seeing you like this was so frightening, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” Crying, I gasped for air, greeting his compassionate gaze as tears from my eyes directly fell on his cheeks.

“There is nothing to be afraid of when I am here,” He attempted to console me, cupping my cheek and wiping those tears but to no avail.

“They hate us, they hate me, no one wants me to be a part of your life. All my life I had made wrong decisions.”

“Do you regret marrying me?” He asked seriously, holding my face in his both hands possessively with a fear of hearing ‘yes’.

“For a moment, I didn’t but now… I am not sure, they call me the other woman, they hurt you too because of our marriage,”

“This is going to be alright, Darling, relax."

Sniffling, I forced my cries to stop, resting my forehead against his.

“R-Really?”

“Yes, my love, believe in me,”