I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
A/N: Violence in chapters automatically makes them my favourites..here's one of them.
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Her pace quickens to a sprint as she steps into the chilly house barefoot..her sole desire is to retreat to her room nothing else. But a sudden pause halts her ascent up the stairs as she catches the muffled voices coming from the guest seating area, which was left slightly ajar. Intrigued, she walks towards the source of the conversation.
From her vantage point, she observes Farzana's back and she sees her posture tensed while being seated on a wooden chair upholstered in luxurious pistachio green fabric accented with gold trimmings, engaged in conversation with a man unknown to Zumar.
He is clad in a navy blazer, exuding an aura of opulence and authority that sends a shiver down Zumar's spine.
"I'm not leaving him alone, He is my son...Shazal is my son and the audacity of that woman to raise him without letting him know about his father is hilarious" A rich laughter echoes through the hall as his tone drips with menace. "So, for the last time, do as I say, and you'll profit more than I will."
That's not the Shazal I know.. for sure.. for sure! Zumar repeats in her head.
Farzana's response is measured but firm. "Who are you to bear your teeth at me? If I comply, the benefits are mutual. Show some respect."
The man's retort is laced with disdain. "Really? You know, if I were to expose your misdeeds to your husband, you'd be out on the street in no time. And I'm certain he'd scurry back to that woman, begging for her forgiveness."
Zumar is dumbfounded. Such accusations against her mother seem unfathomable. Can she truly be capable of such cruelty? She waits for Farzana's denial, but it never comes.
"Let's not dwell on this any longer," Farzana pleads. "Why must it always taint our conversations?"
"I'm contemplating my first murder, my dear lady. Forgive me for seeking advice from someone with experience. By the way, I've seen you made her son your pawn" The man's response chills Zumar to the bone.
Farzana snickers. "He treats me as a goddess and don't you dare threaten me with him because he'd never believe an outsider if he says I killed his mother, I would simply manipulate him into believing that you are tainting the reputation of his beloved aunt"
A gasp escapes Zumar's lips, tears brimming in her eyes. She cannot bear to hear more but she stands her ground..she has to.
"You play strong don't you?"
There's no voice from Farzana.
"I'll hit him from where he wouldn't have fathomed... Anyway, gather all the information you can necessary and strike a deal with the Zahra Textiles.." The words are a blur after that, Zahra Textiles, Shazal...Of course, she should have guessed..she should have known.
