Match Made In Hell

Shot!!!

"Princess, meri jaan!!! Are you feeling better now??"

Zoya was surrounded by her family members, nestled in her father's embrace as Rehman stroked his daughter's hair while planting soft kisses on her head in an attempt to coax her. She had been crying non stop since she returned home and no one had the idea what had happened with her that was causing her to cry like that making them worried sick for she wasn't explaining the reason.

"Yes baba, I'm okay!!!" Zoya sniffed and snuggled into her father's warmth that had helped her to pull herself together. She feels safe and protected under his soothing embrace after encountering that horrible incident. Father's protection and arms always hold the power to heal you no matter how old you two grow. The first thing she had done reaching back at home was changing her clothes and washing herself properly, purifying her body from that bastard's filthy touches. The image of him almost kissing her was still fresh in her mind and she couldn't brush it off no matter how hard she tried. She was grateful for having her family by her side but at that moment all she wanted was her husband. She was craving for him, why wasn't he still here??

"Jaana! What exactly happened?? Tell us please!!!" Fariya urged her, concern lacing in her voice as well as eyes.

"I tripped on the stairs of the mall Tayi jaan and it's still paining me. That's it, nothing else." Zoya couldn't think of any other excuse. She wasn't in the position to share anything yet.

"How??? Are you hurt somewhere???" Both Fariya and Meera exclaimed together while beginning to inspect her body to find any injuries. Others seemed anxious too.

"I wasn't paying much attention while walking. Thankfully I didn't get any injury, just feeling internal pain on my knees." Everyone knows how clumsy she is so they seemed to believe her.

"Is it really the case Eshal dear???" Farhan looked at Eshal who had been standing there silently to confirm what Zoya had told was true. Her reasoning of crying doesn't seem to quite convince him.

Eshal suddenly became nervous, feeling everyone's eyes and attention on her. She eyed Zoya who prompted her to not reveal anything through her eyes. Sighing, she glanced back at Farhan and nodded her head in response, having no other choice than to comply with her request.

"Yes uncle!!!"

Farhan wasn't still convinced however he didn't drag the matter further. Just then the door to the bedroom flew open and Zain walked in. After receiving a call from Eshal, he changed his plan of visiting the hotel and straight came home panicking all the time but due to heavy traffic on the way reached late.

"What's happening here???" He eyed his family questioningly, finding everyone gathered there.

"Nothing! Take care of your wife." One by one they all left the room giving privacy to the couple.

"Zain!!!!" Zoya jumped off the bed and strode towards him, embracing him tightly and breaking down into sobs once again, catching him off guard. She hooked her arms around his waist and buried her face on his chest relishing the warmth of his body she had been craving for. She can't help but weep and cry her heart out, making him restless.

"Who did this to you, meri jaan???" Zain cupped her face and tilted it upwards only to meet with her tear stained face, her eyes swollen and puffy, her nose and cheeks flushing red, her lips pale and dry, her hair slightly wet and disheveled. Looking at her weak and vulnerable state, anger coursed through his veins.

"No one!!!" She sniffed as she shook her head slightly.

"Why are you crying then??"

"Because I missed you!!!" She hugged him again, snuggling into him as much as she could, seeking warmth, solace and comfort from his presence.