Chapter 23

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Shehnaaz is going through important report suddenly noticed ayaan talking to nurse while giving her cheque, after having quick conversation walked outside to answer someone's call. She wanted to know from where did it come is there something illegal going on behind her back getting suspicious innocently went to check as soon as witnessed nurse updating information on system. She saw unknown organisation funding millions to charity department frowning asked nurse who refuses to share confidential information.

Ignoring, moves to handle remaining cases and leaves by evening on reaching home met zainab who had been playing in garden "hey sweetie, playing alone mummy kahan hai ?" she cutely pouted "milk shake banane gaye hain missed you fairy please lift me up" kissing top of head, scoop her up and twirls zainab like a delicate doll, she giggled "missed you more little angel" that's when her mother came reluctantly pulling cutie pie out of her embrace. 

Zainab made an adorable face while heading inside mansion followed by naaz whose extremely tired opens door of wardrobe to pull out a comfortable dress black folder accidentally fall down, grabbing her attention, she knelt down for rearranging papers till name of charity organisation striked her mind, became astonish to read documents which proves sidharth ahmed owns several chain of charity department across london. 

He pays for cancer patients, medical supplies, machines, oxygen cylinders as well as trained doctors in poor countries where they cannot afford to pay for their needs. He even supplies healthy food and builds water wells to provide clean water such a generous man, cannot believe people like him exist since he always pretend to be cold and heartless "main galat kaise hosakta hoon" once again spreads them reading carefully trying to accept truth. 

Tears of guilt and humiliation pooled in her beautiful orbs while reminiscing baseless allegation she passed by assuming him as nothing less than a devil murderer whose responsible for snatching innocent lives their happiness. It never occurred to her what made him so cold and dreadful.

It never occurred to her there could be positive shade in his dark personality reading so much of his hidden charitable organisation mercilessly slashed a knife through her heart and harshly squeezes out of soul. She cannot breath accept therefore plans to confront him. 

Why does he fund millions to protect lives when other side of his personality murders innocent souls ? 

Why does he pretend to be horrific murderer when there is loving and caring heart existing in his dark soul ? 

Why doesn't he show actual side of his personality to this cruel world ? 

Why involved himself in illegal business ? 

Why did he marry her ? 

Why doesn't he set her free ? 

Why does he want her or anybody else to know him as cruel person ? 

Why doesn't he show his real identity ? 

Why is he masked behind several lies ?

She will make sure to ask him questions wiping off tears quickly rearranged all the papers keeping it back inside, proceed inside washroom to freshen up, hot water relaxed her body, she has to know real him sighing wore nightie, walked outside to view him removing coat "aap agaye ?" idiotically, questioned. 

"Nahi mera bhoot khada hai" sarcastically, replied. 

"Very funny, seedha jawaab daine se aapke akad kum nahi hojayegi" he rolled eyes folding sleeves and removing wrist watch "fazool sawaal ka jawab mujhe nahi daine ata biwi" she groans in frustration. 

"Kitne sawaal puchne hain, kaise puchaun, apne akad mein ajate hain hayeee Allah madad karein aakhir khadus itne complicated kyun hain ?" she mumble to herself by biting lower lips and looking everywhere except him. 

"Khud se baatein karle ?" she frowned "G, maine kab baatein ki khud se ?" he sighed "upar dekh rahe ho aur apne lips bite kar rahe ho infact tumhare facial expression bhi change horahe hain, tell me what's bothering you if not kindly move aside your blocking my way" he rudely, said.

"Kitne akdu aur badtameez hain, yakeen nahi hota charity bhi karte hain itne ache se mere actions bhi samajhte hain phir attitude kyun show karte hain ?" doesn't move constantly blabbers on her own, he slightly push wifey aside it snapped her back on earth "tumhara full stop hai bhi ya nahi ?" she twist her lips "aapko kuch bola nahi na apne kaam se kaam rakhiye" he ignored. 

"Hayeee, bewaqoof tune baat karne hai gussa thode dilwana hai wapis unke attention le aur muh kum chala, sahi kehte hain, main chatter box hoon" she cleared throat and sidharth turns around to view her standing behind.

"Aise kya dekh rahe ho aur mere peeche ane ka maqsad kya tha ?" nervously grinned unable to speak further testing his patience "Tum pagal ho ?" raised eyebrow she innocently denied "hayeee nahi, zaroori baat karne hai" feel so   difficult to start conversation "I hope kuch logically ho jaldi bolo fazool time nahi hai waste karne ko" she became more nervous "bolo na" he forced. 

"Kahin maar na dale, bandook nikalne mein second nahi lagta, bolega how dare you check my personal documents ab file khud gheere meri kya galati lekin nahi sidharth ahmed nahi manega" she thought to maintain silence. 

"Will you speak up ?" getting closer almost yelled, she flinched "kuch nahin aap jao fresh hojao ... mujhe kya puchna tha .... haan dinner kab karoge ?" lied stepping back and walking towards bed.

"Tum sach mein pagal ho" yelling went inside banging door and scaring shit out of shehnaaz "hayeee kaise pata lagaun, samne se accept karne wala bhi nahi kuch soch shehnaaz khan, deemag chala behan, movies mein bhi hota haina dekh kar solid plan banate hoon" she happily switched on phone, for searching on google when an idea strikes her brain "Yayyy, hopefully works fingers crossed please meri help karna" looking up, pleaded. 

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