Iztiraar

33.

After their tiring day came to an end. It was more torture to her poor heart, while Aurad was smirking tine to time, at his small effects on her. Currently he just kicked the brakes and she, huffing her cheeks got down the car. Aurad followed her smiling, nowadays he smiles more often. She paced faster, he chuckled at her antics and held her dupatta making her hault on her track. She held the other edge of the dupatta. She turned around to meet his sparkling eyes. Her breath hitched.

"Uff Aurad ek hi dil kitni baar jeetoge?" She mumbled caressing his eyes lovingly. No matter how she try to run away, he will follow her even to hell.

He chuckled and holded her waist, "itna pyaar? Koi jinn winn toh nhi gaya bhai meri biwi pe?" Aurad said gasping dramatically. Juman narrowed her eyes at him and pinched his bicep making him yelp.

"Ouchhh biwi, you are too abusive!" He said gritting his teeths.

"Toh? Bodyguard ki biwi hu, aivi halke me mat lo" she said proudly. His heart skipped beats at her words. He held her one arm pulling her more closer.

"Say it again" he demanded looking directly into her eyes.

Juman rolled her eyes, "i don't repeat words" she said and quickly rushed inside. Making him chuckle. Shoving his hands in his pockets he marched inside. Juman quickly stroll upstairs. Entering her room, she locked the door. Releasing the breath she was holding for so long, around him. She kept her hand on her heart. The feeling was new and exciting. But she feared more.

Changing her cloths, she tied her hair into a messy hair bun. Pulling the curtains down, she made sure the door was locked and so the balcony door. She messaged Aurad that she needs some rest will catch up with him sooner.

Aurad being aware of her some unfamiliar vibes just agreed leaving her alone. He too changed and locked his room. Taking out his laptop he typed something on it.

While here, Juman flipped the matteress of her bed. There layed a wooden door, which was of strong metal, even bullet couldn't pass throw it.

She removed her gun from the waistband. Smirking at the door. She unlocked the door, witnessing the darkness leading to stairs somewhere she walked down the stairs.

Whistling, while walking inside the tunnel, which was adorned with blood on the walls, she could sense fear in the air. The long, deep breaths were sucked by a person who seems to be kept here since ages. Juman turner the lights on, for a better view.

The man who seems to be locked since years, chained with strong iron chains, around his leg, hands and neck.

The man growler seeing Juman there with her famous smirk. Who was he? No one knew. Juman some steps close to him and said in pure dangerous manner, "tera bhai aa gya h?"

The man smiled evilly and shooked his head, yes. "Interesting, chal phone laga usse or bol muje aakr mile, jitni rakam chahye lelena, tu bhi azaad or bhi, chal chal time zaya mat kar phone kar ke bata..

Ohhh tu kese batayega? Tu toh bol nhi sakta na? Ops me toh bhul hi gyi" she said dramatically. The man gave her a dangerous glare. Juman smirked proudly and evilly spoke, "tu btaye wo kaha ya me apni tarah se pta karu?"

The man laughed hearing her words. Juman just chuckled and shooked her head, "kutte ki trha tuje mene 7 saal baand kar rakha hua h, or abhi bhi teri akad wahi h"

"Kutte ko ghee kaha hazam hota h" said non other Jibran leaning on the opposite wall. Juman turned to her brother who just winked at her. They shared a hifi and Jibran hugged her pecking her forehead.

The man growled more. "Abe kya oo aa kar rha h, aram se beth, or ye bta tera bhai ka shipment udao yaa tu batayega tera bhai h kaha?" Jibran asked gritting his teeths.