Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 25

Kuch duur tha tera ehsaas, par yaadein teri har dam paas ayi,

Aaj firse tera chehra dekha, toh dil ko sukoon ki saans aayi.

In the next moment, Hammad grabbed her arms. "What did you say?" he asked ferociously.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on my wife," a voice echoed from behind.

Hammad's grip loosened immediately. He spun around, his face contorted with confusion and anger. Dinayah flinched at the sudden grab and subsequent release. She stumbled back, her eyes falling on the figure standing at the entrance.

The man was clad in a dark blue suit and a crisp white shirt. Dinayah's heart stopped for a second. She had met this man before, but he was nothing like she remembered.

His once shaggy, long hair was now neatly trimmed and set impeccably. The earring stud that had always adorned his ear was gone. The casual shirts with the top two buttons perpetually undone were now replaced by a proper formal shirt and tie.

He looked completely transformed.

Before she could process anything, he strode inside and positioned himself directly in front of Hammad. "Don't you dare repeat what you were doing," he commanded, his eyes blazing with anger and his jaw clenched tightly, the intensity of his gaze and the rigidity of his posture speaking volumes about his fury.

And then his eyes fell on the girl who changed his life. The fiery anger in his eyes suddenly softened into a gentle glow. His gaze, which had moments ago been hard and unyielding, now radiated warmth and tenderness.

The moment he looked at her, it felt as if everything around him had evaporated. All through the years, his only wish was to meet her, to see her, and now that she was standing in front of him, he could not believe his eyes. When he left his hotel for the meeting, he had never imagined that this encounter would change his life so profoundly. His eyes turned wet, unshed tears ready to come out at any moment. His heart pounded, threatening to beat out of his chest. He felt as if his breath was going to leave him. He loosened the knot of his tie, trying to steady himself.

"What did you just say? Wife?" Hammad growled, his voice tinged with disbelief and rage.

"She is my WIFE," Arham shouted, stressing on the last word.

The room fell silent as everyone's eye widened in shock. By this time, the staff had gathered around, drawn by the commotion.

"Do you know whose sister you are connecting yourself with?" Haris stormed forward, grabbing Arham's collar.

He smirked in return, a defiant glint in his eyes. "Do you know whose collar you are holding?" he retorted. "I am Arham Qureshi, the CEO of the Qureshi Industries." He shrugged off Haris's grip with ease.

A murmur rippled through the crowd of employees. Arham Qureshi was the very man for whom they had been preparing the meeting.

"You're just trying to save her by speaking nonsense," Hammad snarled, his jaws still clenched in rage.

But contrastingly, Arham had grown remarkably calm. "I am telling the truth. I can show you the nikkahnama. Why would I lie? What benefit would I gain from making her my wife?" he said coolly. "It's sad to see that a person like you isn't using his mind."

This was the final straw for Hammad. Enraged, he sprang at Arham, throwing a wild punch. But Arham, quick and agile, intercepted the blow and pushed Hammad aside effortlessly.

The scene erupted into chaos. The guards rushed in, pulling Hammad away as he struggled against them. Just then, the police arrived, adding to the tension.