'A political empire, a forbidden love'
Hamdan Gillani, the only son of political leader Samreen Gillani, refuses to fall into the dirty world of politics, and instead fights against corruption, even if it's in the form of his own family. His mother...
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Nayab
"Where's all my stuff, Hamdan?" I asked Hamdan, as I stood in the room which was clearly his bedroom.
I was feeling like a stranger here, even though technically, this was my home. The rude and disrespectful treatment from Maria, the head housekeeper, and now the lack of my personal belongings in what was meant to be our bedroom. It was too much.
"What stuff?" He raised an eyebrow.
"My personal belongings!" I looked at him in disbelief.
He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway. "That's all I brought over from our flat."
I looked around at the bedroom, and then strode to the wardrobe. Opening it, I just saw a few of his clothes, but nothing belonging to me. I had no idea what was happening and I stood there, staring blankly at the inside of the wardrobe.
Suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders and I jumped, startled. I turned and saw him just inches away from me, a small amused smile on his face.
"Ghalat room main aagayi hain aap." He whispered, moving his hand down to my waist.
*"You've come in the wrong room."
"Laikin, aap ki cheezain..." I gestured around the room.
*"But, your things..."
He took my hand and led me out of the room and down the hall, at the other side of the landing, an area which I hadn't explored. We stopped in front of a set of beautiful double doors and he looked at me.
I looked back at him, questioningly.
"Open the doors." He instructed.
I reached for the handles and pushed open the doors. My eyes widened as I saw the room.
