Raaz e Hayat

3. Pakistan

Azlan knew he was in one hell of a fight. So to spare him the arguments he grabbed her forearm and turned her towards himself.

"You are coming with me little girl." He said glaring at her in order to scare her.

"I am not coming with you, I want daddy. Please daddy I want to stay with you." She pleaded first to Azlan then to her father.

"Okay the hard way it is." Azlan harshly grabbed her locking her under his arms glaring at the little girl who was thrashing under his hold.

"Leave me, I hate you, I don't want to stay with you, I want daddy." She said while crying.

Azlan didn't utter a word and went to his car and sat her on the backseat and seated himself beside her. She tried opening the door but kicked the seat angrily when she found out that child lock is on.

"I know you have lost your mother but your little tantrum won't work with me Azaina so I suggest you to drop it." He said glaring at her.

She didn't replied him and ignored him by whipping her face towards the window.
However Azlan had other plans he grabbed her chin softly but firmly and made her look right into his eyes. He frowned when he saw the marks on her face but decided to ignore it for the time being.

"I don't appreciate being ignored Azaina, I am warning you behave, clear?" He growled looking straight at her. She nodded her head scared.

"Am I clear?" He said harshly this time.

"Yes." She said quietly this time. His whole presence was intimidating and his appearance held authority and dominance. He scared her to another level but she was putting a brave facade unaware he already understood it.

They finally reached, Azlan got out and opened the door, Azaina also came out and he held her hand firmly and she followed him like a lost puppy. She kept looking here and there and was mesmerised to see a private jet. Azlan smirked seeing her expressions. He made her sit beside him buckling her seat afterall she was just his precious nine year old girl.

"Thankyou." Azaina replied softly.

He gave her a short nod. He looked at her intently, knowing her he knew she wouldn't be able to bare the silence and would be curious and at anytime she would be asking questions. His lips twitched as she started speaking.

"Where are we going?" She asked looking up at him.

"Lahore, Pakistan." He replied looking down at her because of the height difference.

"Why, you live there?" She asked again.

"Yes now we live there." He replied calmly.

"Okay." She muttered.

The plane took off and she looked outside the window. Her thoughts were scattered here and there and she was confused.
Looking at her expressions Azlan clearly understood what she's thinking and started embracing himself to answer as many questions as possible.

"What is your name?" She asked again after some time. The silence was making her uneasy.

"Azlan Ahmad, you know our brothers are very excited to meet you." He said softly, scaring the girl wouldn't take him too far.

"How many brothers do I have?" She asked.

"Four including me." He replied.

"What?" She shouted with a shocked expression. That's a lot of brothers she thought.

"Inside voices Azaina." Azlan scolded her.

"Do we have any sister?" She asked after few seconds of digesting the information. Hoping he would have some.