A story filled with laughter, humor and excitement.
Loves comes in all shapes, color and form. It's made out of stone hearted that shapes up our life differently. Loves makes the strong weak, and weak strong.
In this messy and chaotic world, when t...
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"Sardar, woh DG is waqt Dc housing mein hain." The man in black pathani suit answered looking down.
The dark room was reeking of cigarette and the heavy cologne from the man sitting in the chair. The glass of alcohol rimming to the brim.
"Dc?"
"Ji sardar."
He chuckled. His dark melancholy sound making the man a little stiff as he looked up to see the man's eyes closed.
"Bari himmat wali hai." He mumbled to himself as he signed, standing up. Picking up the shawl he wrapped it around himself as he grabbed his revolver. The sin he's been committing for far to long to be addicted now.
"Thik hai. Jao tum."
"Hukum."
As soon as the man left, he looked over at the wall. In between the numerous photos and maps there laid a single photo. A photo with a red circle on it. The official photo she took when she was announced as the new DG. The first ever female DG of Pakistan. A threat to his empire he's been building since he was a kid.
He would be a fool to let a threat like that, roaming freely around him.
"Patralekha Khan, where have you landed."
Mirth in his eyes that spoke the deeds he planned for her. Yet his brain somehow praised her for her bravery.
Let's see if she's as good and clever as she's reputed for. . . . . The wind caressed her face as she stood by the railing. Her hands on the cold railing as a peaceful breath escaped her lips. She closed her eyes for a bit, feeling it getting better. She always loved the garden. It gave her a great view of the vast field. The place she took the vow of being his wife.
She felt him standing next to her. His addictive smell clouding her senses as the familiar feeling of being close to him came inside to her mind. Both in a peaceful silence as he too stared ahead, his posture relaxed and peaceful. She doesn't wanna dwell in the past anymore so this new memory they just made, them just standing here peacefully she replaced it with a bitter one.
Hoping that the day she has to let it all go, she'll have nothing other than happy memories. Of them and her life.
"Happy anniversary." A small whisper was enough to jolt her out of her trance as she whipped her head toward the man standing beside her. The one who's eyes were staring ahead, the moonlight glinting on his face, illuminating the features that takes her breath away, highlighting the fact that, what his relationship with her is. She couldn't see his eyes, but she could sense him. He was acting weird.
She wanted to go into his warm embrace. The one she felt years back when she was only his friend and he hugged her to calm her down. His broad chest looked safe, and for the first time in her life she wanted to feel safe and protected by someone else. She never felt this way. But with him she wanted to shut her mind and brain and follow him. It's okay if he takes her to a cliff and push her off the cliff telling her to trust him.
