Son âme précieuse

Her Captivated Eyes

The sky was dark black just few stars here and there accompanying the lonely moon. It was the darkest time of night when no one was out in the fields of Haripur not even a bird flying could be seen and in all this calm scenario something was about to happen the sky was slowly getting covered with dark gray clouds indicating the rain to fall very soon.

And there he was standing at the big glass window of his office looking outside at the hustling and bustling of the city while paying no heed to anything else as his mind was occupied with only one thing or rather say only one person.

She has finally becomes his and he was feeling like a luckiest man on the earth but her rejection even after being married to him was irking him no end. It's been a day since he was tied into a scared bond of Nikkah with her and the thought alone made him proud to know that she is his.

His janaan his Ishq-e-man!

He was looking at the ring in his hand that she was being forced to make him wear reminding him of her sour face.

A loud chuckle resonated in the whole room but he stopped and sat down on his office chair heaving a deep long sigh and look at the clock which was striking two past fifteen in the morning making him groan inwardly.

" هغه د خندا ټوټه" he let out with annoyed expression on his face.

(Hagha de khanda tho thay= that fucking piece of shit)

He was waiting for one of his man to arrive and inform him about the new shipment but it seems as if they were hell bend on making him wait for longer than usual and that was making him more angrier than before.

Thinking that he should wait a bit more though he wasn't a person to wait for anyone longer than usual for anyone but as he has this most important deal he had to wait for it so groaning at the lack of response from his men he got up from the chair and was about to go out when a ringing sound of his phone made his step halted.

" ته چرته یې؟" he asked in his deep authorative voice.

(Teh chirtah ee?= Where the hell are you?)

" بار وړلو ناوخته دی سبا به راشي" said his third in command from the other side.

(Bar warrlo nawkhta di Saba beh rashi= Shipment is late will arrive tomorrow)

"او ته اوس راته وايې؟" he said while clenching his jaw.

(O teh oss rateh wayi?= And you are telling me now?)

"ملک صاحب د زحمت لپاره بښنه غواړم چې بیا به داسې نه کیږي" the man excused from the other side to which he just hummed and cut the call.

(Malik Sahib zehmat laparah bekhennah ghuwaram chi bya beh dasi nah kighi= Mr Malik apologize for inconvenience this won't happen again)

Grabbing his keys from the study table he made his way out of his office and went downstairs towards the basement garage using his personal elevator where his Audi R8 V10 was parked.

A single click and the car was opened while he settled himself inside and drive towards the haveli thinking about his little wife who had been on his mind since morning and now all he wants to do was to reach haveli as soon as possible and have her in his arms.

Well that much right he has on her now ! No?

Within half an hour he was parking the car inside the haveli garage while one of his men came near him to ask if he wants him to park the car to which he shook his head and said he will do it and then he walked inside the haveli hall which was pitch dark like the night outside and the next thing he heard was a loud thundering voice.