Sang e Marmar

18. ilzam e Ishq

Suna hai log usay ankh bhar k daikhtay hain
Toh Kuch din us k shehr may Tehr k daikhtay hain

As Behraam departed from the haveli, a subtle smile lingered on his lips, and his heart swelled with an unshakeable sense of purpose. The fleeting glimpse he caught of Zar e Noor's eyes behind the veil had left him spellbound. Those piercing black orbs seemed to hold a depth that drew him in, like a ship helpless against the pull of a mesmerizing whirlpool.

With each step away from the haveli, Behraam's resolve strengthened. He felt an overwhelming urge to shield Zar e Noor from the prying eyes and cruel whispers of the world. The harsh realities of life, which had hardened him over the years, now seemed to pale in comparison to the vulnerability he sensed in her.

As he walked, the evening air seemed to carry the whispers of destiny, reaffirming his decision to be by her side. The stars above, twinkling like diamonds in the night sky, appeared to align in favor of their union. Behraam's heart beat with a renewed sense of conviction, his every fiber resonating with the promise to protect and cherish Zar e Noor.

The distance between him and the haveli grew, but the image of those captivating eyes remained etched in his mind, fueling his determination. He knew that he would stop at nothing to ensure her safety, her happiness, and her love. The world might try to intrude, but Behraam vowed to be her sanctuary, her haven, and her forever refuge.

His lazy steps halted beside his car, his hands tucked behind his back, and turned to cast a lingering gaze at the haveli. The fading light of day danced across his chiseled features, accentuating the resolute jawline and sharp angles of his face. His athletic physique, honed from years of discipline and dedication, seemed to radiate an aura of quiet confidence.

A shawl casually draped over his shoulder added a touch of nonchalant elegance to his imposing frame, as if he had effortlessly tossed it there. The subtle contrast between the rugged texture of the fabric and the refined lines of his attire only added to his enigmatic charm.

His khas mulazim, personal attendants, and alert guards exchanged discreet glances, their eyes drawn to the peculiar spark in Behraam's eyes. It was a glint they had seen before, a sign of intensity and unwavering focus that commanded respect. They sensed that something had shifted within their leader, a resolve that had crystallized.

"Saheb?" one of the guards ventured, using the honorific title, his voice low and inquiring.

Behraam's gaze lingered on the haveli for a moment longer before he turned to face his attendants. His expression revealed nothing, yet his eyes still held that hint of determination. With a subtle nod, he signaled his readiness to depart.

"Chalo," he said, his deep voice low and even. "Let's go."

As the car doors swung open, Behraam slid into the vehicle with fluid ease, his movements economical and deliberate. The guards and attendants followed, their faces set with a mix of curiosity and loyalty, sensing that they were about to witness a change unlike any before..

The rally of cars left the proximity.... The silence in the car lingered where Behraam with his khaas Mulazim sat.. his eyes focused on the road..
As he began to speak..

Behraam's voice dropped to a low, menacing tone as he addressed his khaas mulazim, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Tumhay Kya lgta hai Kya saza honi chahiya..un namardon ki Jin ki majaal asmaan chu rahi hai, Meri Zameen pr meray he logon tk agae..himat hai"

His mulazim, seasoned veterans of Behraam's inner circle, exchanged uneasy glance. He knew that tone, that look – it signaled a ruthlessness that would not be swayed.