A story between the hate of a man and the love of a girl.
A story of revenge, hate, pain and love.
A story of two people, whose match was made in the heaven.
"Mehak-appi!!" A cute voice called as Mehak felt someone hugging her legs.
"Hye, meri bachchi. Appi ko miss kiya huh?" Mehak asked, making the girl nod cutely.
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"Kaisi ho, Mehak?" Hadi asked while he descending down the stairs. "Achhi hu, bhai-jaan. Jafar Bhai kaha hai?" She asked before someone pulled her towards a hard chest.
"Kyu meri jaan, yaad kiya mujhe?" Jafar asked with a flirty smile.
"Ji, aapki tareef Dadaji?" Mehak asked playfully. "Yaar Mehak! Ye toh galat baat hai. Main Buddha nahi hu!" Jafar whined making others chuckle.
"Agar aapki nakaam flirting ho gayi ho toh, mein Saina ki classess shuru karu?" Mehak asked as Hadi nodded while Jafar sulked.
"Hye mere handsome bahi-jaan! Main majak kar rahi thi. Itna serious hone ki koi jaroorat nahi hai." Mehak hugged Jafar making him smile.
"Chaliye appi. Main aapko apne naye ghunghroo dikhati hu!" Saina pulled Mehak with her as they both smiled.
"Bahut pyaari hai, kyu Hadi?" Zoya said as the other two nodded.
"Bahut hi saaf Dil hai iska. Ek dum shishe jaisa. Bahut hi kam log hote hai bhabhi-jaan, jo dusaro ko apna bana lete hai." Jafar said.
"Allah kare iski hasi yu hi barkaraar rahe!" Hadi prayed with a smile, not knowing about the storm which was gonna turn her life upside down.
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A man was sitting on his chair like a king as he looked at his family photo frame in his hand, "Vaada hai ye mera aap sab se, aapka inteqam lekar rahunga. Har takleef, har aansu ka badla lunga main us Malik Abd Al-Rashid aur uske pariwar se. Bas mujhe ek sahi mauke ki talaash hai." The man swore.
Suddenly, he heard a knock. "Come in." He coldly said.
"Hume barbaad karne ki planning ho gayi ho toh chale, meeting ka time ho raha hai." Junaid said with a bored face as Tahir glared at him.
"Vo toh main karke rahunga, Junaid Abd Al-Rashid!" Tahir spat.
"Par uske liye tumhe humari kamjori chahiye jo ki hai hi nahi!" Jaunaid said with proud. Tahir got up from his chair before he stood up in front of Junaid while glaring hardly.
"Uski fikr tum mat karo. Main tumhari koi na koi kamjori toh jaroor dhundh nikalunga. Bas tum dekhte rehna!" With that he left the office slamming the door behind.
"Dekhenge, Tahir Khan." Junaid smirked.
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"Mehak! Kaha hai bachcha? Ammi aapne Mehak ko dekha?" Yasir asked. "Shayad terrace pe ho?" His mother suggested.
Yasir nodded before he went to the terrace as he looked for the said girl.
"Vo rahi." Yasir looked at the girl who standing in front of a canvas. He went towards her.
He saw her painting. Their family portrait. It was the time when Mehak topped in her college. Their father was smiling while holding the trophy with one hand and hugging their mother from the other.
They were looking at Mehak who stood between her brothers who hugged her from both sides. It was their last happy moment with their Dad.
Yasir touched Mehak's shoulder making her flinch. "H...ha bhai-jaan? Aapko k...kuchh kaam tha?" She asked in a cracked voice.
Realization hit him as he hugged his sister who crying silently. "Shh..shh, meri bachchi. Kya hua, hmm? Kyu meri bahadur bachchi ki aankhon mein aansu hai?" He cooed in her ear making her sob. "Bhai-jaan, y..e (sob) ye sab h.u..mar..e (sob) humare saath hi kyu hua?" She broke down in his embrace making Yasir's eyes water.
Though he acts like Cold and Powerful in front of everyone but, what really can make him loose his fake facade is his little Angel's tears. Him and Junaid has always treat her like a Precious diamond so, it hurts to see her this vulnerable.
"Abbu hume chhod kar kyu chale gaye, Bhai-jaan?" Mehak complained. "Vo apni marzi se thodi gaye the, unhe toh Khuda ka farmaan aaya tha, hmm. Rote nahi hai bachcha! Abbu ne kya kaha tha apne aakhri wakt mei, hmm? Ki unhe aur hame bilkul achha nahi lagta jab unki chhoti si Mehak roti hai. Toh kyu aap humara Dil dukha rahi hai?" He asked.
Mehak looked at him with wide eyes before wiping the tears hurriedly, "Main nahi ro rahi, okay. Main kabhi bhi aapka aur Abbu ka dil nahi dukhana chahti thi, bhai-jaan. Hame mauf kar dijiye!" She apologized.
Yasir chuckled lightly and tapped her cheek, "Aapko humse maufi mangne ki koi jaroorat nahi hai. Hum aapse kabhi bhi naraz nahi ho sakte."
Mehak whined a bit, "Kya hua bachcha?" He asked.
"Vo Hume bhook lagi hai!" She mumbled with a pout making Yasir smile.
"Toh fir dekhe ki kon pehle niche kon pahuche ga?" Yasir didn't even got ready before the girl sprinted down the stairs with the speed of a cheetah.
"Aap haar chuke hai bhai-jaan!" She called to him.
"Ya Allah! Ye ladki bhi na!" Yasir laughed at her antics.
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Hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you for reading and lots of love to all my readers and a huge 'LOVE YOU' to my Lil Angel and cutie baby, @Pran_kour_02. Eomma loves you baby!!
