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11. Her Stalker

The moon from up above beheld the serene sight of it's favourite people, it's statues of silver talking to each other in whispers, sharing their smiles and laughters along with many secrets which were coded talks that the moon found difficult to decode but eventually it did because it knew them too well. And being a faithful guardian by the way, won't reveal their secrets to anyone, so they were safe.
As the moon bathed them in its gentle light, it noticed the unspoken language of their eyes, shining brighter with every shared moment. Their presence together was a masterpiece, a symphony of innocence and beauty that captivated the moon.
Each time it beheld Haya Suleman and Jihan Sikandar together, the moon's affection grew. Their purity was mesmerizing, making it impossible to avert its gaze. The moon's smile broadened as it indulged in the serene tableau unfolding below.
And as if sensing its admiration, Haya and Jihan lifted their faces, their eyes meeting the moon's gentle beam. The moon's grin widened, basking in the joy of witnessing their love. It's smile reached it's eyes and it even blew a gentle whisper of love filled wishes towards them. It was aware they won't hear him but still, could not resist the urge. The moon had witnessed many stories but their's ... was it's favourite lovestory.
Now, they were poised to advance to a new chapter in their lives, move to the next stage, the stage of parenthood, even the stars were excited, so was the moon. They kept gazing down at the two figures who had their heads joined together, arms curled around holding onto each other close when their gaze fell on a man standing afar from them in darkness who appeared to be a mere shadow. Still, they could see a dark smirk on his face as he typed something on his phone. Seeing the slight curl of his lips the stars and moon sensed an upcoming storm.
Unaware of the happenings around Haya and Jihan gulped down their last sip of tea and raised up from the swing to get back in their room. Haya gently forwarded her hand to take his cup so that she would go down stairs and wash them. Not that he coyld not do that. He could easily sneak inside the kitchen, get done with his work and came back to their letting nobody sense his presence all the while. She knew that but still she asked him to handover his cup. Jihan was about to take her's from her hand wanting her to take rest as it's already too late and she must be tired, when Haya's phone pinged indicating a new message. Jihan's gaze fell on the screen for a split second before they met her eyes. Haya was quick to grab his tea cup in that very moment and took two hurried steps forward before he could catch her.
"Careful! " Jihan warned her. His voice was low yet firm. He took big steps towards her when she threw her phone in the air. Jihan caught it in the mean time as it was thrown in his direction. " Stop sending me messages from your private number Major Ahmed. " she said rolling her eyes and moved towards the staircase, went downstairs and entered the kitchen where she found her parents having their midnight cravings fulfilled.
" Isn't it a bit too late for a date oldies? " She said with a teasing glint in her eyes stepping closer to where they were seated. They turned their heads to look at the intruder who swiftly curled her arm behind her back to hide the other cup. Obviously, they would ask the same question if they noticed not one but two cups of tea in her hands. She sighed internally. ' Thankfully, they didn't notice '
" Daughter dearest, when you knew we are on date then you should have taken a u-turn from the stairs itself and go back to your room instead of interuppting your oldies " Fatima said stuffing noodles in her mouth. Salman shook his head in disbelief at his wife while Haya just laughed at the two of them. Her mother was expressive and her genes worked their best on Haya.
" I actually gave it a though but then it's no fun. Anyway, three can go on a date, right? " She said with mischief and while saying this, she walked towards the sink not moving her gaz from Fatima and swiftly dropped his cup into the sink. Fatima glared at her daughter ' You are not doing that. Yet. Again. Haya! ' who in return winked at her ' Try me mother dearest '.
Meanwhile, seated in Haya's room, Jihan had his eyes fixer on her phone's screen which showed a new message from a private number. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jihan typed her phone's password,opened the message in matter of split seconds and went on reading the message.
' Do you have any idea how much I missed you? Even if you don't, I'll let you know, my swan! Because I am back, back for you and I have no intentions of leaving without you this time. I am not letting you spend the rest of your life with a man who is not me. Never. I'll take you along or either of us dies. '
As Jihan read the message, his blood began to boil. Anger surged through his veins, his jaws and fists clenched and all that he wanted to do was kill the person who dared lay his eyes on his wife. ' Take her away from me? Not even in your dreams jerk '
This message was from a blocked number that could easily be traced.
He even checked her emails to see if he had sent her any message there but whoever it was, he wasn't a fool to make such a mistake because if he had done Jihan would dig into depths of his background. He kept her phone on the nightstand and laid down on the bed covering himself with duvet. He had his eyes closed, his face showed no expressions but his mind was filled with thoughts. He couldn't take those words out of his head. ' My swan ' his breaths came out ragged and uneven. He was possossive of his wife from the begining but since the time they got officially wedded, not only did their bond became stronger over the period, their possessivness for each other also raised to no bounds. He could not even think of some one else having thoughts about his wife let alone claiming her.
He was lost in his own chain of thoughts when he heard familiar footsteps heading towards their room. He turned his face to look at the door and just a few seconds later the door opened showing his beautiful wife entering their room with a captivating smile adorned on her face. A small smile naturally made it's way on Jihan's lips. He couldn't tear away his gaze from his wife. He did not want to. She closed the door behind her and walked towards him who had his gaze fixed on her scanning her whole face, her expressions, taking in every single detail as always. His gaze dropped to her neck and his smile vanished. ' Was that name swan for her neck? ' he couldn't help but wonder. ' Did that stalker see his wife's neck? That sick man would die for sure ' he turned his gaze from her and closed his eyes. The anger that seemed to reduce having a glance at her made it's way back and stayed. He had anger issues and at this moment, when his anger knew no bounds, it was better to not talk or else he would end up venting out his anger on Haya, hurt her and later regret that. He took a deep breath. He had to stay calm.
Haya laid beside him, keeping her head on his arm that he had instinctively extended towards her. She began telling him what happened downstairs. He turned his gaze to look at her and kept staring in her eyes listening carefully to each and every word she was telling him.
Haya stopped in her tracks as she felt his body and muscles tensed. They kept gazing at each other and said nothing. She could feel tension raising in the air.
" What's wrong? " She finally asked. Her voice, a gentle whisper of questions. " Nothing. I was just listening to what you were saying. " No. He wasn't . She knew. He showed that he was listening while in reality he had his mind working on something else. It was mostly the opposite of what he showed. She had learned about him. He made her learn that through his coded talks and his actions that never matched.
She raised herself, sat on the bed facing him and kept giving his stern looks to share what bothered him because now it bothered her.
" Would you like to share what is troubling you? " He too raised from the bed and sat facing her such that their knees were in contact.
She kept staring at his face to look for answers, what was bothering him because he was all fine when she left the room. That meant something happened when she wasn't there. She had developed a habit of looking into details of things and expressions, one of the many things she learnt in her husband's company. She tried to remember what was the last thing that had happened and something clicked in her mind.
Haya turned her head to look for her phone when he gestured with his eyes where it was placed. She extneded her hand to pick up her phone from nightstand and opened the message sent by a private number. If not for the tension in the air, Haya would have thought it was Jihan himself trying to scare her or express his feelings that he couldn't say directly. She went on with reading the message, Jihan had his fingers tapping on her knees, he didn't tear away his gaze from her face to read through her expression if she knew who it could be. Has she ever met anyone who called her by this name? Her clueless expressions made it evident that she knew nothing.
Haya as usual got angry, her face redened with fury as she read what that idiot of a man wrote. ' Who is he to take me away from my husband? Or who is anyone to not let me live with my man? ' She cursed him mentally and thrown him inti the pits of hell so deep for him to never return.
' He clearly has a death wish to send me such a message and if he ever happened to face me, I'll make sure I am the one to make him meet his end. ' She muttered to herself and kept the phone back at it's place. She looked at Jihan who had his expressions masked behind a neutral face but his red ears that indicated unsettling rage didn't go unnoticed by her.
" Now that you have found out what's bothering me, should we sleep? " He said nonchalantly and laid down. He tapped on it twice gesturing her to not think about it anymore. " It's already late and I have to leave early. Stop working your thoughts on things that don't matter. " She released a deep sigh but the clouds of unasked questions stayed lingering in the air. She could feel them. Haya laid beside him and closed her eyes keeping her head over his shoulder while he placed his chin over her head. He held her close, his grip was not harsh but strong.
" It's weird! " He heard her say after a while, her voice resonated over his chest and reached his heart. He took a deep breath and exhaled a " What? " She could hear his heart beating fast.
" When you yourself sent me those flowers, you questioned me who sends me those flowers. When you yourself sent a chauffeur driven car for me, you questioned me how could I sit in anyone's car just like that. But ... " she raised her head from his chest to look in his eyes to find him already looking at her with neutral expressions. His expressions which are always different from what his heart felt. And she smiled that he did not let anyone know what he actually felt, he kept it a secret from anyone and everyone but her. He revealed his deepest of secrets to her in his own twisted ways and Haya Suleman found herself lucky.
" But..? " He questioned though he knew what she was about to say.
" But you never question me when you should. When any man would question his wife. " She stated to him the fact and could not hide the pride laced in her voice.
" You didn't question me about the person. Though, you should have asked me if I knew this person. "
" I already read it on your face Haya. You are too easy to read. " He shrugged his shoulders.
" Who knows if it's all a lie? " She said lifting her right brow at him with a slight smirk. His deep brown eyes looked intently first at her smirk and then in her onyx mughal ones. A small smile made it way to his lips. In the depths of her dark orbs, he found anything but lies and dishonesty.
" You are pathetic at it, Haya! " He said it right on her face and slightly jerked his head returning back to his usual mean demeanour.
" Also, you find it ethically wrong to question your wife about things she is clueless about. " She stated while he stayed quiet. She was right about it. He would never do such immoral things. He can find answers to his questions while not bringing the bitterness of mistrust and uncertainities cloud their relationship.
" Sleep already, Haya. How long are you willing to continue with your blabbers? " Now Jihan Sikandar seemed irritated. Ignoring him she Haya Suleman continued while Jihan raised his other hand in disbelief.
" I don't remember anyone calling me swan! He said he is back, that means we have met before. " Haya was thinking loud and she made sense. Jihan looked at her. " I'll figure it out. It's not that difficult to to trace a blocked number. Hence, give your brain some rest. " Saying this sternly he closed his eyes to fall asleep. His voice dripped of jealousy. He didn't like his wife giving another man a single thought.
" Okay Major Ahmed ! " Haya huffed and dropped her head on his shoulder. It was her problem, someone was after her, she had a habit of solving all her problems on her own and not bother others. but Jihan, he was her husband, her partner in life, they trusted each other with their lives and secrets, he wasn't included in ' others ' he was ' her own '. Thus, she cleared her mind from all the unnecessary thoughts and closed her eyes with firm belief Jihan was there to fix all of it. Yet, that message and the darkness it retained still lingered in the back of her head.
Jihan felt her frame tensed. He kissed the top of her head. " Don't worry, Haya! " his voice came out as a soft caress that carried a command. And that was enough for the remaining shadows of fear to leave Haya Suleman's head and jump out of the window. They both fell into a deep peaceful slumber while the shadow in darkness whistled and made it's way ahead on the empty and dark road. It had a playful smirk on it's face. Evil one.