𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [Completed]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-6

She raised her hands in prayer, tears streaming down her face for her parents and Haan. Ever since the incident at the mall, they had lost contact with Jahan and his team, and Dawood, one of Jahan's colleagues, had informed them that they were missing. Two days had passed and there was still no news. She felt a deep connection with Jahan, but was unaware of her feelings.

After completing her university tasks and praying, she still couldn't get Jahan out of her mind.
She went downstairs and made tea for everyone, bringing the tray to the lawn. "Sakeena bi, please call everyone for tea in the lawn," Alizey instructed one of the old servants of the Shah mansion. She poured the tea into a kettle and placed a jar of homemade cookies on a tray before bringing it outside.

"Lizey and her special tea...much needed right now," her Taya said with a smile. She smiled back and poured tea into cups, serving them with cookies.
"Is there any news of Haan, Taya Abu?" she asked, sitting down beside her grandmother.
"Not yet, beta. Don't worry," he replied. They all prayed silently for their safety, hoping for good news soon.

After a week

"Why is he behaving like this? Ask him to come home," Jahan's father told Dawood, who had just informed them that Jahan and his team had returned, but Jahan had gone to headquarters instead of coming home. This made them angry.

"Why does he always make us worry?" Jahan's mother sighed, frustrated with her son's carelessness.

"Don't worry, he's fine now. He has some responsibilities to take care of. I'll tell him to come home tonight," Dawood assured everyone.

"He should," Hameeda Begum ordered.

Alizey and Zain entered the mansion, returning from the university when they saw Dawood. "Is everything okay, Dawood Bhai?" Zain asked.

"Yeah, J is back," he replied, making them smile.

"Where is he?" Alizey asked.

"Umm, he's at headquarters," he said, making both of them shocked. Before they could ask any further, Dawood's phone rang, and he excused himself and left.

"Don't worry, we're used to it now. The country needs him more," Zain said to Alizey, noticing her confusion and upset. He shrugged off his thoughts, sensing that this was the first time she had experienced something like this.

She was clad in an oversized pink shirt with white leggings, her hair tied in a messy bun with a few strands on her forehead, and big eyeglasses. All of this made her look cute and innocent. She was sitting on a fur rug, completing her sketch when a knock on the door interrupted her work. She permitted the person to enter while continuing her work.

"Alizey Bibi, dinner is ready," a maid informed her as she entered.

"I'm coming in five minutes," she answered without looking up. The maid nodded and exited the room.

A few minutes later, she stood up, placing her things aside. She washed her face, combed her hair with her fingers, wrapped a shawl around herself, and went downstairs.

She paid her Salam upon entering the dining area and took her seat, but today, Jahan was sitting in the chair in front of her. When their eyes met, he passed her a light smile but quickly hid it before anyone could see.

Dinner was filled with small talk, and Jahan and Alizey were both quiet, only responding in a syllable when someone addressed them.

"I'm done. Send coffee to my room, Mama," Jahan said, getting up from his chair. He said good night and excused himself from there.

After dinner, everyone retired to their rooms, but she stayed behind to see him. She was still thinking about why she felt at peace when she saw him.

"Give it to me. I'll take this to his room," she said to the maid who was carrying a tray of coffee to his room.

"But he'll scold me," she replied, knowing that no one was allowed in his room.

Only one maid was assigned to give him his essentials when he was at home, and his mother supervised the maid to clean his room. No one else was allowed.

"Don't worry," she assured the maid, taking the tray from her.

She stood in front of his door, trying to compose herself. Her stomach was in knots, and his presence was enough to take anyone's breath away.

She knocked on the door lightly, making sure to hold the cup tightly.

"Come in," his husky voice said. She slowly opened the door.

He was sitting on the single bed, legs crossed, reading a file. He was wearing a black polo tee with black striped trousers.

"Why did you bring it? Where is the maid?" he asked without looking up from the file. He could feel that she was his.

"Umm...I..." she stuttered, her hands slightly shaking. His husky voice made her weak, and the smell of cigarettes in the room hit her nostrils hard.

"Keep it on the table," he said, sensing her situation. As she placed the cup on the table, he put the file aside and got up from the bed.

As he took a step towards her, she stepped back. She was about to stumble when he held her by the waist. Unconsciously, she put her hand on his chest.

He drank in her features through his eyes. She looked down, unable to meet his intense gaze.

"Is it painful?" he asked, rubbing his thumb on her cut. She shook her head no.

He came closer to her ear and said, "Don't worry. From now on, nobody will touch you because YOU ARE MINE."

A shiver ran through her body as she listened to him. He looked back at her face, their lips just a few inches apart. They both were lost looking into each other's eyes. Their moment was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

"Don't think and have a nice sleep, angel," he said, lightly patting her cheek like a baby. She just nodded her head. Words were stuck in her throat, and her mind was unable to register this moment.

When she reached her room, she slumped on the bed. Their closeness, what he said, she couldn't understand. The way he said "You are mine," what did he mean? Thinking about this, she went into a deep slumber.

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