Chapter No 30

Chapter No 30


"I have found her everywhere she is nowhere," said Saliha, sadly.
Kashan took a deep breath. His tall figure and broad shoulders were looking so appealing. The white hoodie he was wearing stretched around his shoulders.
"She is my twin Saliha, you will not find her right now, she wants to sit alone for a while," he said.
Suddenly they heard car tires screeching. They turned, and a white car stopped in front of the house. Hunza's house was indeed so big. Houses in these societies are always huge and luxurious.
A man came out of the house. He looked like he was in his early 50s.
"No, not now," muttered Kashan. The man shut the car's door and he looked so angry.
"Who is he?" asked Saliha.
"Have you not seen the resemblance?" asked Kashan without looking at her. Then she noticed that the man had a lot of resemblance with Kashan. Especially the shape and color of his eyes.
"Your dad," Saliha said in a whisper.
The man looked so pissed off. He walked inside the house angrily and after that, they heard quarrelling.
"What is happening? We should stop them," said Saliha worried.
She tried to walk in because the noises and screaming were so loud and Saliha remembered the abuse she had gone through when her uncle was forcing her to get married. Kashan took her hand and it was the first time he touched her. She felt electricity and looked at him instantly and shook his hand away.
"I, I am sorry," he said. There was an awkward silence in them.
"You son of the bitch, you think I don't know you slept with my friend last night so why are you angry if I slept with your brother?" screamed a woman, Kashan's mother. Saliha's eyes went wide open over the revelation.

"Come on Saliha, I don't want you to hear this shit," Kashan said and walked towards the parking lot. He looked so exhausted.

She walked behind him.

He was driving silently while looking ahead in front of the road.

"Kashan, I am sorry," she said.

"No, it's okay Saliha, I am not that much embarrassed, it is the truth of my life," he said, smiling half.

She remained quiet.

"We were five when we first discovered Dad's affair with his assistant. I remember how my mother broke down," he said, his voice indicating how much pain he was in.

"Mom turned herself towards alcohol, even Dad did not care and began his freaking womanizer quest," he said, angrily.

She looked at him, his eyes were turning red due to anger. "Kashan, stop the car," she said.

He took a deep breath.

"I don't think you are in the right condition to drive," she said. "No, I am fine," he said.

"So this is the reason Hunza turned rock," Saliha asked, firmly. He nodded.

"She does not believe in love," he said.

"Your parents had a love marriage?" she asked. He chuckled, bitterly.

"It would be the last thing on earth if this marriage has to do anything with love," he said. "It was a damn political marriage, Dad was rich, so did my mother and to grow a business, they got married," he said.

Saliha took a deep breath, she was feeling anxiety suddenly. His words remind her of the day when she got married to Roman. Their marriage was not different from Kashan's parent's marriage but it was not for business or any other shit.

"If I and Roman turned that way?" she thought and the next scene was giving her a panic attack.

She took a deep breath.

"Kashan, I don't know which good words I should tell you so you would feel better because I don't know how to use words but you and your sister are the coolest people I ever met," said Saliha.

He smirked.

"And the sexiest one," he said, winking.

She punched him on the shoulder, and he chuckled.



She woke up with the masculine Odor around her. She felt dizzy and did not want to open her eyes as her head was heavy but the strong intoxicating Odor was disturbing her senses and something heavy was on her stomach. She slowly opened her eyes and felt something heavy around her waist.
She turned a bit but felt a heavy weight on her body.

"Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, this can't be, this can't be," she thought and feared turning around. Her eyes had gone wide open when his face appeared beside her.

"Zain," she screamed. He was sleeping peacefully but her dreadful scream almost caused an almost heart attack to Zain.

He got up instantly.

Muaza was looking around in desperation.

"What have I done?" she muttered. She looked so worried and panicked. Zain was looking at her expressionlessly.

She realized that she was naked in front of him. She covered her breasts with the blanket and started crying.

Guilt appeared on Zain's face. He took her virginity but she was aware of its last night. He felt hurt because now all her hormonal emotions are gone, so she was feeling guilty for what happened last night.

"Muaza, listen, calm down," he said, trying to mollify her.

"Calm down? Do you think I could calm down, I have lost my virginity and now I am feeling like a slut. I am slut," she said and put her face in her hand, crying.

He stared at her for a while and felt hurt.

"I should not have done it Zain, I should not...I, I am a slut," she said and he felt anger rush through his veins.

"You are not slut and I....I...if anyone dares to use this word on you I will fuck him on the spot," he screamed.
She was still crying.

"It won't change a thing," she said.

"You can use good words but it won't change a thing, the thing, I came to you on my own will, and I....I have been fucked up," she screamed.

He looked at her for a while and then he got up and walks off.



"What happened to him?" asked Haeem while pointing at Zain who was drinking like an addict but he was still sober.

"Oh come on bro, you have taken the 19th shot, what made you so offended?" asked Zain. They knew he always drink when he get offend or lose it.

He remained quiet. His phone rang.

"Hello," he said in a deep voice.

"Hey Zain, it's me Saliha, I was waiting for you, I am unable to under one clause of archaeology, could you help?" she asked.

"I am sorry Saliha, I forgot," he said.

"It's okay if you are busy," she said.

"I will come in the morning," he said, smiling.

"Okay, thanks," she said from the other side.

"Come on brother, it's getting late, let me drive you home," said Haeem.

He stared at him with empty eyes.

"Could you take me to your place?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not," said Haeem.

Zain smiled bitterly, he did not want to go because his room was still smelling like her, and the memories from last night were haunting him.

He almost fell when Haeem held him on time.

"Whoa bro, you have drunk so much," said Haeem, dragging him slowly.

"Why? Why did you leave me?" muttered Zain. Haeem looked at him instantly.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"It was not my fault," he said in an intoxicating voice.

"The drink is getting on your nerves, come on," Haeem adjusted to him in the front seat.

Zain chuckled.

"Oh, I wish....Oh, I wish... I could tell you...." He said and then he fell asleep.



Muaza has destroyed everything in the room.

"Roman," she shouted in desperation and then she started crying while falling to her knees.

"What have I done? What have I done to reach your heart, I lost everything, you stone," she said while looking at the picture she was holding in her hand, it was a selfie they took together on the first day they met.

She cried while hugging that photo.

She met him after they started talking due to some college project of college. It was love at first sight but she always hid her feelings. She wanted to tell him what she feels about him but she had always been too shy to confess.

Her eyes were turning red due to pain and tears.

She was trying hard to figure out the question and it was damn difficult to understand.

"Zain must have to be absent today, tomorrow is a test on how I'm supposed to solve it," she thought, annoyed.

Just then Roman entered the house. He must have gone somewhere far away, he seemed exhausted.

Roman and his squads were now in their second final years and they knew about these problems and questions.

She bit her lower lip.

"Should I ask the devil?" she thought.

She walked behind him. He was sitting on the couch and was rubbing his hand on his forehead while his eyes were closed. Saliha felt her heart rushing fast because his handsome face was making butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The sweat was dripping down his neck and his chest was moving up and down slowly.

She gulped.
"Are you done peeking?" he asked without opening his eyes.
She had gone startled.
He opened his deep blue eyes. Furious, strange and everything that could take you to the hell.

"What, no I was not..." she said, looking away.

He got up and put his jacket on his shoulder.

"I have told you I got my eyes on you," he said.

He turned and started walking towards the stair. He seemed so tired as if he walked for hours.

She was so puzzled by his words. She came back to her senses and called him, He turned again and raised an eyebrow as if he was asking "what?".

"Ineedahelponclausen10 archeologyvolume808, the remainsofhistoricregions," she said instantly in one breath, mixing up all the sentences.

"Oh thank God I said that," she thought, taking a deep breath.
His expressions did not change and there was an awkward silence between them.

"What?" he asked while looking inside her eyes, coldly.

"I...I need...help," she said pointing at her book.

He took a deep breath and sat on the couch again. He gave her a signal to sit.

She sat in front of me instantly and opened the book.

"Give me the notebook, this statistic data of the history and the discoveries I need to solve by book," he said.

She gave him the notebook and the pen.

"Listen, these are formulas, you need to remember these if you want to solve the question," he said and with the explanation, he was writing down in the notebook.

He looked soft while explaining. It seemed he was different than the Roman she knows; the guy tortures her daily but the way he was explaining it was noticeable he was expert in those questions solving.

"He has good handwriting," she thought and a smile appeared on her face.

"Saliha, pay attention," he said instantly and his expression turned strict again. She looked at him nervously.

"How did he know everything?" she thought.

He explained the question and then he asked her to solve it on her own and surprisingly, she solved it without problem.

He got up and turned.

"Thanks," she said.
"Remember, I got eyes on you," he said and walked ahead.

"What does he mean by that?" she thought and touched his handwriting.

"He got indeed beautiful handwriting," she thought, smiling.


Emaad was playing guitar in his room.
"I neutered them," her voice was echoing in his mind. Hunza was in his mind since he met her first time and unreasonably, she was not leaving his mind.

"I will not let you go this time darling," he said with a smirk. Just then he heard a thud, he got up and went out.

He opened the door, Hala was standing outside, she looked so terrified.

"What happened?" he asked her and slightly hugged her.

"I had a nightmare again," she said with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, I am here, it was just a bad dream, okay?" he asked while looking into her eyes.

She sobbed.

"Hey, Hala, it's okay, come in, sleep here, I am awake don't worry," he said.

"Brother, I saw mom and, and..." she left her sentence incomplete. He knew what she meant.

He hugged her.

"It's okay, it's okay, I am here," he said. She lay on the bed.

"Don't turn off the light," she said.

"Relax, I won't," he said and walks towards the window.

"How will she forget that incident?" he thought, his eyes turning red and the dark incident of his life was now on the screen of his mind. His mom was laying cold on the screen of his mind.

He could still hear his sister sobbing.

He looked at her angrily and got up and left the room shutting it loudly.