Shahab watched as Mahir emerged from the hostel, his expression steely. He grabbed Mahir by the collar, but Mahir only smiled, his confidence unnerving."HOW IS SHE!? MAHIR, TELL ME!" Shahab demanded, his voice tense. He knew Mahir was a dangerous man, capable of intense actions that could burn souls.
"Bhai, she’s okay," Mahir replied calmly.
"What did you do to her?" Shahab asked, his tone softening.
"Nothing," Mahir responded flatly.
"Impossible!" Shahab said, still not fully believing him. Mahir simply patted his shoulder as he made his way to his car.
"It’s possible," Mahir said cryptically, before sliding into the driver's seat. Shahab stood there, staring after him, unsure of what to make of the situation.
"Okay, so... do you like her?" Shahab asked, following Mahir to the car.
"Where’s yours?" Mahir asked, glancing at the passenger side.
"Ali took it," Shahab said as he got in beside Mahir.
"THAT BAS—" Mahir began, his voice laced with frustration, but Shahab cut him off.
"Stop it, Mahir!" Shahab said firmly.
Mahir was fuming, but Shahab’s calm tone made him pause.
"I’ll try," Mahir muttered, receiving a sharp glare from Shahab. "But he’ll stay away from—"
"He will behave with Aena," Shahab interjected firmly.
Mahir nodded, the tension between the two Durani men easing, though the effect of the conversation lingered.
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Her Hated Feelings
Romance𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 What happens when Aena Kamran, a girl who has always kept her distance from men, crosses paths with Mahir Durani, the heir to the powerful Durani Group and future ruler of the business world? Aena, on a mission to...