"You don't need to think about it. I'll take care of my matter. Go to sleep" Sarfaraaz said glaring at her while turning on the IV drip.
"I can't sleep when a psycho kidnapper like you stays in the same room" she said spitting venom through her voice.
"Legally and religiously mein aapka shohar hu. To mere saath raat bitaana pasand karengi aap? Agar nahi toh chup chap so jaayiye" he said playfully coming closer to her.
( Legally and religiously I'm your husband too. So, would you like to spend the night with me? If not, go to sleep then)
She curled into a ball and said screaming , "Don't you dare to come near me". A fear was evident in her voice as it was shaking.
He smirked and went to the washroom to get the fast aid box. After coming he started to clean his wound.
"Don't put antiseptic directly on your wound it can damage the tissues. It needs to be diluted with water" he heard her saying in a sharp voice.
"My tissues, my will. What's it to you? Go back to sleep" he replied in an ice-cold voice glaring at her.
"Cause I'm a medical student. I can't let it happen in front of me even if you are my worst enemy" she replied giving him a frosty look.
"Come here. Let me do it for you" she offered in a curt voice.
"Haven't I said that it's my hand my will. Why do you talk so much?" he said keep closer to her in a swift action which made her lean on the headboard of the bed.
"To mere saamane se dur jaakar kariye ye ya acid se jala dijiye apne haath, humein nahi farak padega" she snapped him back.
(So do all this away from me or burn your hand with acid. It won't matter to me)
Her firm voice made him look at her eyes. He got distracted looking into those hazel for a second. Why are they looking so familiar.
When he last saw her directly before these days it was 20 years ago. Nah, this can't be.
Flashback
(20 years Ago)
Nine years old Sarfaraaz aka Rayan was standing at the gate of a Condo which was decorated beautifully by fairy lights.
He was in a black suit. A sharp knife was in his pocket. His eyes were glistening with vengeance.
Many guests were entering inside. There were two guards at the main gate of the condo. He saw a middle aged couple entering inside. He followed them as if he came with them. Admist of the crowd the guards didn't notice anything suspicious out of a little boy.
His eyes were searching for his target. The destroyer of his happy family, Major Shafiqul Hussein. Roaming around the lawn for a while he entered inside. He was looking for him like a hunter dog in every corner of the house.
Finally he saw him entering into a room. He followed him silently. The room was decorated in a light blue color. There were many toys kept in the room. Disney princesses were painted on the wall. He saw Shafiq standing before a cradle and talking cutely.
His little heart lit in a fire of vengeance hearing his soft voice. He pulled out the knife from his pocket and went to stab him.
But he stopped midway hearing a symphonic laughter of a baby. The whole room filled with that melodious laughter.
The laughter felt like a splash of water on his little burned heart to him. He forgot why he came there for a while. He hid the knife in his pocket quickly.
Suddenly Shafiq Hussein turned back with a baby in his arms. It was the cutest baby he has ever seen. She was still chuckling. His heart churned thinking of the little girl as an orphan like him.
"Hey child why are you here? All guests are supposed to be in the lawn where the cake will be cut. Did you lose your way?" Major Shafiq asked.
He nodded.
What got to him, he also didn't know. He pulled out a pearl hair clip from his pocket and gave it to her. She extended her hands toward him to take that shining clip.
"So you want to give her this?" Shafiq asked.
He nodded and gave her the hair clip.
The one year old baby was so happy to see the gift. She giggled at him.
Shafiq helped the baby put the clip on her small hair.
"It seems expensive. Do your parents know about this?" Shafiq asked while looking at his daughter.
There was no reply as the boy already left the room.
The gift he gave to the little girl was meant for her mother. He bought that for her going with his uncle in the market the day before she died.
Flashback ends
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These eyes look more familiar than that It's like he saw it very recently.
"Arrgh" a groan came from his mouth which snapped him back from his thoughts.
He looked at his hand where he felt a sting of pain only to see Tania was cleaning the wound.
Her audacity!
"Stop giving me death glares. I'm almost done" he heard her saying.
"Jaan ki koi fikar nehi tumhe" he asked her.
( Don't you care about your life?)
" Zindagi to tabaah kar hi chuke hai aap, ab jaan ki kya fikar?" she said finishing the treatment of his wound by making a bandage.
(You have already ruined my life. Why should I worry about it now?)
He didn't say anything after that. He returned to the couch and started working on his laptop.
When he saw her IV drip has finished he came close to her and stopped it. She was already asleep.
Staring at her for a good minute, he cursed himself under his breath for doing so and left the room.
On the way to his home he got the news of paralysis of Major Hussein. This gave his heart a little peace. But peace didn't exist for long.
A face came into his mind subconsciously. It was her crying face.
"Why the hell I'm feeling guilty for doing this?" he said clenching his fist.
Because of her I forgave him once but not anymore he thought.
In the morning
He went to his office after feeding his nephew.
Muneeb is really happy to have that cat. He plays with that cat all day. Sarfaraaz relieves that he is happy.
The door of his office room opened suddenly. He looked up to see his uncle, Jahir Talukder, a tall, well built man in his Sixties entered the room.
He offered salam to his uncle and kissed his hand.
"How is my son? Do you remember when you met me last?" he asked.
"Good. I was busy Uncle. How are you and all?" he asked.
"All good. I hear you didn't come to the office much these days. What makes you this busy, son?"
Sarfaraaz sighed.
"Some personal matters are to be taken care of, Uncle. I'll visit you all after this" He replied.
"Are you still hunkering after taking revenge? I told you not to stick to the past" his uncle said softly.
"It'll bring me peace. Please do not interfere with my matters" His tone has changed into a harsh one within a second.
"Okay. I won't. But do not dig that matter too much it will raise your pain only" he said again and left.
About thirty minutes later a lady entered the room. She was in her mid-twenties. She was in a western attire. An aura of boldness was glistening from her.
It was his cousin Shanaya.
"Sarfi!" she cheerfully said running towards him.
She was about to hug him but Sarfaraaz signalled her to stop by one hand.
"Why don't you come to the office? I came here two days ago" she said whining.
"Shanaya, It's my office not some discos where you will keep coming. I was busy with my personal matters" he in a sharp tone.
"What are so personal matters. Can't you just spend some time with me" she said in a breathy voice coming closer to him
"I've already told you to stop wasting your time on me. We are basically like siblings. So stop" he said in a firm voice.
"But we are not siblings, right? We are cousins. So can't.... " she got cut off by his glacial voice.
"Before I shout at you just go back" he said to her pointing towards the door.
He was already in a mess. He can't afford more than that.
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He went to the secret house in the afternoon and heard that she did not eat anything. This girl seriously is a pain in the a*s.
He took a tray of food and went to the room where she was kept.
He saw her staring at the ceiling.
He kept the tray of food on the table.
"Eat and take the medicine" he said to her.
"Why don't you put some poison in them. They don't seem like food to me anyways" she said giving him a blank stare.
"I don't have time for your whimsical thoughts. Eat it silently. Don't make me force you" He warned her.
"Tell me how my father is first" she demanded.
"Alive" he said coldly.
Knowing that he won't say anything even if she whines, she started eating.
"He is now a paralized person. He will not feel his legs anymore" he said in the midway of her eating.
Her breathing hitched hearing this. Her father won't be able to walk anymore!
"Baba!" a scream escaped her throat.
"Release me. I need to be with my baba. He needs me" she said in a high-pitched tone grabbing his collar.
He felt uneasy seeing her crying. He removed the tiny hands of her off his collar immediately.
"Nobody needs you there. You become a shame to them. So, stop this act and take those medicines. You'll be freed soon" he said in a stern voice.
She angrily threw away the medicine he gave in her hand.
"I'll not take them. I want to die. I hate this life. I hate you" Tania said screaming.
"Say something that I don't know yet, Hazel" he said cupping her face.
He felt she still has a fever as her skin was burning.
He sighed. He was losing his patience with her.
He took those medicines again from the medicine box and ordered her again to take them.
She turned her face and didn't pay any heed to his words.
But what was waiting for her was beyond her imagination.
He took the medicines himself and pulled her into a sudden kiss. The kiss which was rough enough to open her mouth. Her hands were entwined with his, rested on the headboard of the bed.
He didn't leave her until he pushed the meds down her throat.
On the other side, she was out of breath. Her eyes turned slightly red.
When he left her, she started coughing and panting. Her eyes became watery. She took the water bottle and started drinking water like a thirsty deer.
He was watching her silently. He was feeling bad for seeing her like this which he shouldn't be. She was his enemy's daughter for fuck's sake.
That jerk kissed me again. He can't manhandle me like this.
I hate him. I hate his touch. I hate his everything.
I felt my whole body burning in anger.
I can't control myself anymore. He was sitting beside me and looking at me silently which fueled my anger more.
I went closer to him and grabbed his collar. Then I slapped him hard. My hand was vibrating after the act.
"This is for breaking into my personal space, you madman" I said to him in a cold voice.
I saw the color of his eyes darkened which gave a chilly vibe.
"If I want, there would be no personal space between us, Hazel. So be careful of what you say and how you act" he said whispering. I got goosebumps at his whisper.
He snatched the dupatta from me and tore it from a corner.
What he is doing. His silence is giving me horror.
He tied my hands with that piece of cloth tightly.
"This is for doing something you should not dare even in your dream. If someone else ever think of doing this to me I would have emptied gun at his head" he said sharply.
"Do this for me, please" I pleaded. I seriously wanted this.
"You don't deserve that luxury yet, sweetheart. You and your father must be alive to see the annihilation I have created for you" he said.
Saying this he left the room.
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The audacity of this little girl!
She dared to slap me when no person on the earth can ever think of.
But my heart didn't want to do any violence with her. So I left the room before I could do something I regret.
I went to the basement of the house to vent my anger.
"Did he say who hired his truck that day from him?" I asked Rahat looking at the man who was tied and left on the floor. There was several bruises on his face.
"He said he can't remember" Rahat replied.
"You should have give some meds to regain his memory. Give me the stick" I asked Rahat.
I started beating at his finger and toe nails ruthlessly. He was screaming in pain.
After a good 3 minutes of beating he replied that he would tell the truth.
"See? That's the medicine he was craving for I said to Rahat playfully.
"So tell me who it was?" I asked that man.
"It was hired by "Mr. Javier"" he replied whimpering in pain.
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