Book 2 of the Holy Matrimony series
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Qaraabat meaning relationship, vicinity, nearness,affinity.
The story of Yazaan Ibrahim and Warisha Yazaan.
Bound by the beautiful bond of Nikkah.
But,
This was the marriage that was not wanted nor expected...
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Warisha's POV
Oh how bad I wanted to scream, but no words were ready to leave my throat. My words were bound just as I was bound. My eyes stuck at the man in front of me, not in my wildest dream have I ever thought about this happening to me. My eyes followed his every move. He slaughtered back and forth across the room. He was holding a pocket knife in his right arm and I knew that if I riled him up he wouldn't hesitate to use it on me. I gulped when he stopped right in front of me.
Fazaan: "kaisi ho Warisha?" (how are you Warisha?)
I looked at him and then at the door behind him.
Fazaan: "No answer...chalo main kuch batata hu. Your dear husband and devar are also here in the same building but in a different room. Itne paas hote hue bhi dur. Nch nch." he exclaimed and then passed me a sadist smile. Another tear left my eye, if Yazaan and Humza were also here that means he'll torture them too.
(no answer...let me tell you something. Your dear husband and brother in law are also here i n the same building but in a different room. So near yet so far away)
Warisha: "let them leave, tumhe mughsey masla hai. Tum jo kaho ge main wo kerungi, I promise" (let them leave, you have issues with me. I'll do whatever you ask me to do, I promise.) I tried to bribe him. All of a sudden he started laughing. At that moment he looked like a mad man. I cowered back in the chair. This was all too frightening.
He stopped laughing and then entitled me.
Fazaan: "oh meri pyari Warisha, yeh jo tumhari fikar hai na, yeh zeher lagti hai mughey. The way you care about everyone but just not me."
(oh my dear Warisha. My heart was beating loud and breaths were tighter. This concern of yours feels like poison to me. The way you care about everyone but just not me.)
His words started out a bit soft but towards the end he was practically screaming at my face. I was pondering over his words when I felt immense pain in my head. Fazaan pulled my hair making me scream.
Farzaan: "ab ayega maza" (now we'll have fun) with that he left my hair and then proceeded to kick the chair. Making the chair along with me to fall down.
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Yazaan's POV
I was trying to loosen up ropes but they weren't budging. I looked at Humza, who was doing the same but it was of no use.
"Hello people, congratulations you're alive"
Oh for god sake this was the thing that I needed now, there in all his hideous glory stood the man who was MIA for the past two days. Fazaan!
Fazaan: "kya haal hai? All good and comfy?" (how are you? All good and comfy?)
He laughed at his own sick attempt to joke. I passed a glance at Humza who was looking at Fazaan with a bored look.
Yazaan: "well, why are we here and for your earlier inquiry no i'm not comfortable, would you mind handing over me a cushion. My back is sore." I sarcastically replied.
Fazaan: "haha very funny, no one cares about your comfort. So here is the deal. As we all know, Mamu is...well dead. He had made a grave mistake before he died. You know what he had done?" Both of us listened to his proposition calmly, because agreeing to him was the only right thing at the moment. This was no film set, no one was coming to save us, not quick enough at least.
Fazaan: "he made the mistake of handing over his entire inheritance to Warisha, why you may ask? Because that man wanted to have a petty revenge on me. He used me my entire life and now it was my turn to have the odds equal but that idiot made me furious which resulted in him dying......" I cut him in mid sentence.
Yazaan: "Warisha doesn't want that inheritance, you can ask her to hand it over to you." I exclaimed.
Fazaan let out a laugh. What was this man doing, he was acting like those wanna be villains. Humza interrupted him.
Humza: "continue please." Fazaan had passed him a dirty look in response but thankfully agreed to continue his rambling.
Fazaan: "See, that's not possible. Because that idiotic man had made a clause in his inheritance that Warisa can't hand over that inheritance to anyone except her legitimate child or if she dies the inheritance is passed over to Kabir and then me, lawfully. So to that i have get rid of Warisha and then Kabir. So let's start with phase one." his eyes had an evil glint in them. My body was numb, this man was mentally unstable so convincing him was of no use. I could try bargaining but I think that would hardly work. Hopefully by some means we could remove this clause but to do that I had to get out of this mad hole. I just needed to buy time. My mind was making worse scenarios about what was going to happen. I hadn't even bothered to look at Humza. Warisha is like a sister to him. My body was still not able to fully register Fazaan's words and the fact that Warisha's life was just threatened in front me a few minutes ago was sending shivers down my spine.
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Humza's POV
My mind went blank, was this man insane? I saw as he walked away humming a sweet tune as if he had just not threatened us to kill Warisha and Kabir. I looked at Yazaan who had his head bowed down. He looked defeated and helpless. This was not the Yazaan that I knew. The situation we were in was so messed up. We had no idea where Warisha was, was she even in the same building as us or had he kept her somewhere else. That man was capable of everything and that was what had made us more frightened. If he could murder his own mamu, his own blood then that man could do anything. No one knew where we were. And even if they knew, it would take them time to find us and time was something that we didn't have.
