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Nafrat kabhi nahi hui tumse

Dark room, white bedsheets one dressing table, one side table and a huge window with white curtains. A bathroom was attached too

Cold breeze entering the room and cutains were flowing with the air. Making the whole room cold . The huge room was illuminated with moon light.

Scaring more the little soul who has settle herself in a corner of room many chains tied on her feet and hands makes sounds if she does any move.

Eira's hairs were all spread as if coaxing her not to be scared, her knees near her chest and hands around her knees face dipped between the knees and chest.

She sat that way remembering  the night when she was locked and rehan helped her out and how carfull Mustafa was. She couldn't help but cry and miss him.

Oh ALLAH!! Help her out.

She was changed in a white sleeping gown. She was hating this darkness. It was killing her, safocating her, depressing her. She was missing Mustafa.

It was like this was her last minutes and in few minutes she will be dead.

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There was huge voices of boots moving loading the guns, adjusting their guns and all.

Every one ready and followed imraan as they were on the way to get his dear niece out of a hell.

Ali was a mentally ill man who would loose his temper very easily and could kill one.

He saw eira when  imraan took eira with him , than after few months his every action screamed maniac.

So now all of the man were scared of him but also know how get control over him.

Mustafa adjusted his gun and walked out of the room joining aman and abdul.

Even habiba and two to three ladies were companing men as the hostage was a female.

Although everyone were reluctant to do so but a glare from their father they bought her too.

"Ready?! "

"Yes sir!!"

"Remember your places and do as it was plan don't trigger the man and no one else should- "

"Can we leave already imraan please!" Mustafa said impatiently.

Imraan groaned seein this impatient man but nodded and Mustafa was hot on tail to walk to his car and revived the  engine and was out of the gate in a blink of an eye.

They all followed him and were on road still planning on how to get eira out that place.

Mustafa was alone in his car reciting and praying for eira's wellbeing.

He hated himself for not forcing her to be in his house. His mind couldn't help but waver to their first night. How sleepy she was that without thinking she went and slept on his side. Him staring at her sleeping face and her getting up and after praying asking for a library.

He was relaxed now as thinking of her would calm him. He drove as fast he could and behind three vans were following him.

Total fifty man and three woman were in this mission with loaded guns and other tools.

He glanced back and than on the road but his heart would beat fast at the thought of his hoor in a mess like this because of them and him.

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Eira was  sitting on a small old mat her head was covered with the duppata she wore and hands raised eyes lost, her face was tear strains and eyes were red and were burning but she won't blink a eye.

Looking out it was midnight but she was seated praying for a miracle to happed and she would be with Mustafa.

She stood and the voice of chains boomed in the room cringing her.

She slowly came and sat on her previously. And was reciting some ayah continuously.

When suddenly the bust open and a huge man walked in with a bag.
Wearing black formal stood in front of her. She looked up and her eyes feared as to why he was here.

The man's eyes soften a bit, he crouched her level and bow their faces were inches away. Breathes were mixed but eira moved back on a reflex as the man was smelling alcohol. She wanted to puke but control on seeing how this man could strangle her in second.

The man chuckle and eira looked away and scorching more in her place the man forward her a bag she did glance on .

He sigh and kept it beside her. And stood.

"Wear this dress than woman would come and help you with hair and makeup and..... No tantrum baby. I hate tantrum."

Eira stood furiously and looked at him.

"So you should hate me more as I might throw tantrum on every thing."
In second the room boomed with sound of slap and eira looked at the man who just slapped her.

"Do as we say, this is my place not your."

She fisted her fingers and nodded the man walked out and a woman walked in with a poker face.

She unlocked the  the chains and dragged eira to the bathroom to wear that God knows what dress.

Eira wiped her tears and washed her face than wore the heavy designed dress, she now knew where this was leading to. She stumble out and the ladies looked at her with pity but helped her with makeup and jewelry and it was too heavy for her. Now as the lady set a heavy duppata on her head the man walked in signaling the women to leave.

He eyed eira from top to bottom and only eira know how she controlled herself to not slap him.

The man walked near her and kept hands on her either shoulders. Which eira immediately jerked and removed. The man sigh.

"You look beauti full"he commented eira stood still.

"You are nothing in front of Mustafa he would never slap me but you.... Standing here and gawking at me as if you could-"eira was pinned to a wall in seconds in front of an enraged man glaring at her. She gulped.
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