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Her Inebriated Eyes

She was in her room biting her nails as she was hell sacred of the things that would happen anytime soon she couldn't help but cried thinking about the scenario she doesn't want anyone to know about the matter so that's why she pleaded to him to not tell anyone about it and tried to make believe at her that she is not in contact with any unknown person but he was convinced yet he said that he will come back and see what to do regarding this matter and according to her it wasn't a big deal that he was making plus he has no rights whatsoever to say something like that to her.

Deep in her thoughts she didn't noticed her daadi jaan coming inside her room and sat beside her on the bed.

' where are you lost Nashwa'? Daadi jaan asked taking her out of her deep thoughts.

Uh huh daadi jaan when did you come here? She asked sitting straight and properly seeing her grandmother beside her.

' just now but you seems to be lost somewhere is something bothering you '? She asked looking at her granddaughter with concern in her eyes.

She thought to tell about it to daadi jaan but couldn't risk anything knowing well how much believe does her grandmother has on her eldest grandson so it was a total no no from her side and that's why she choose to lied at the very moment saying that she is worried about her studies which was not even a half lie.

' I see well anyways what would you even do by studying so much'? Jahanara begum asked looking at her youngest granddaughter.

' Daadi jaan I want to study higher because I want to become a person to help people who are suffering from heart desease' she said calmly looking at the old woman whose face scrunched up a little before masking her expression quickly.

Heart desease? You want to become a doctor? It was rather a statement then a statement.

' Yes daadi jaan ' she softly spoke.

"ستاسو په اغا جان پورې اړه لري" jahanara begum said in her stern voice making the innocent girl depressed at her words.

(Sata sou peh agha jaan pori arah lari= depends on your Agha jaan)

"دادي جان مهرباني وکړئ زما لپاره ورسره خبرې وکړئ" she said in a pleading tone to the woman who was not just her daadi but the mother figure of her father.

(Daadi jaan mehrbani wakri Zama lapara warsrah khabri wakri=Daadi jaan please talk to him for me)

(Daadi jaan= grandmother)

Nahim shamraiz Malik POV

It's been a month since I came back to Pakistan and I had been extremely busy with land work here that I couldn't get a time to even think about going back London on top Agha jaan had clearly said that he wants me now here which didn't set well with me because I had my whole mafia business there which needs my constant attention even yesterday my second in command call me to come back as it was such an important deal for which I had to be present there.

Right now I was at bella house sitting on one of the expensive 'takht posh' surrounded with red velvety cushions as the woman in front of me was doing a Kathak as she gracefully moved on the carpeted floor charming the men with her grace and biting of her lips seductively alluring the men to get capture in her brown eyes.

(Takht posh = a wooden small bed)

" Zahe naseeb Malik sahib aaj kese ana hua humare ghareeb khanay pr" the elderly woman asked sitting beside me.

(What an honor Malik Sahib how did you come to our poor house today?)

" Khirad bibi kyun humein anay ki ijazat nhi ab" I said keeping my eyes on the girl dancing in front of me.