Shall be my witness

chap24p2

ASMA KHAN POV

unknown: "good evening princess,I would like you to obey me like a good girl and follow my command and agree to me in the living room,otherwise you might lose a prescious one in your life"

it's Asif I am pretty sure its Asif and he knows I know its him, he didn't even try to hide it.i am enraged,angered on this man who thinks he can make me listen to him,

me;"I wont listen to you, don't call me princess,I wont obey you,I wont listen to your stupid command"

I texted him seeing red and only red ,darkest shade of red. my brown orbs met his pitch dark black ones but somehow they were darker,they were more dangerous, more evil,more black,there was a fire in his eyes,that fire represented anger and I can see war in his eyes ,a war between staying there and texting me or coming here and dragging me to his side,I have never been scared before and if he thinks that I am scared of him then he is mistaken.

I only fear Allah not his creation.

i saw a flicker of something in his eyes but I don't know what is it, anger?satisfaction? possessiveness? adoration? or amusement?. I threw that thought out of my mind and saw one of his side wining,and I got a text from him.

unknown: "my princess, its cute of you to think that you have a choice or say in this and lett me give you an advice, don't take my saying as empty threats" my blood boiled in anger,I have never let anyone in my life take the best of me or let them destroy my walls or let my emotions out of control but this person is getting out of control and its annoying.

me:"who are you to order me around,and I do have a say here" I wish I had a more witty reply ,I hate him.

unknown: "you will know that soon, so be a good little girl and don't defy me, you wouldn't like consequence of it"

I hate him ,I swear I hate him ,who does he think he is, he is a no one, but can I afford losing my only nephew, no I cant, hameer is already broken I cant let Asif take the only hope from him,he is still searching for hameera,its been years,he cant except the fact that she is dead,he refused to remarry, I and my family never ever forced him to remarry but hamza needed his mother or a mother,he wasn't even a day old when his mother died,I wont let Asif kill my brother's only hope.

i don't have another choice, I don't have a choice.

i walked forward and made myself appeared, my confidence oozing from me,I have to that my dad for this savage confidence of mine. all of them turned there head towards me,is it a good thing, a woman stood up she seems to be in her fifties but she looked no less then forty,she is beautiful and there is a warm and refreshing aura around her just like my mother. she has the same eyes as Asif,pitch black,soul sucking, like the ones a person look into and be lost in them, I always liked black eyes but unfortunately I don't have them , I wish my kids do,wait what ,what the hell am I thinking.

"why don't you come closer and sit next to me" she said while taking my hand and leading me to the seat next to her, my eyes met asif's eyes,and I tried not to look confused but looking at the way he smirked I failed successfully.

as the elderly woman spoke again while taking my hand in hers, "your beautiful beta,I am so happy to make you my daughter" wait ..........what....what daughter? I already have a family.

"no,........she is not your daughter,.....she is my daught-" my father spoke but was cut off by my mothers death glare. way to go papa,so proud of you.but I am getting confused now,as if sensing my confusion a tall man maybe around 6'4 ,he is handsome maybe in hi fifties or sixties but he looks no less then forty,he has sharp manly face eyebrows not made ,deep brown eyes ,sharp brown eyes, I know him ,he is the father of Asif,Asif got his manly rough yet sharp features from him ,they both are tan.