Dasht-e-Ulfat Novel By Shazain Zainab

Dasht-e-Ulfat Ep # 17

She was standing by the door when a commanding voice echoed from inside.

"Come in."

As soon as these words reached her ears, she placed her hand on the door and gently pushed it open. It swung wide, revealing the room beyond. She stepped into Beast's expansive room, which was nothing short of magnificent. The theme of the room was black and white. On one side was a king-sized bed, facing a large LCD screen with an elegant sofa set positioned in front of it. An open dressing area stood adjacent, next to the door of a bathroom. A small study and seating area were on one side of the room, resembling a compact drawing room, suitable for meetings with six or seven people. Attached to the room was a spacious balcony. Everything in the room was meticulously arranged, showcasing exquisite taste.

As Jaza entered the room, her eyes swept over the surroundings before settling on Beast, who was sitting on the sofa and staring directly at her. She was wearing a black long frock, her hair tied in a loose ponytail. A black scarf draped around her neck, framing her red and swollen honey-colored eyes. Despite herself, Beast's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. His piercing green eyes locked onto hers, lingering on the redness of her honey-colored gaze.

"I need to talk to you," Jaza said, stepping closer and standing before him.

"I know you need to talk; that's why you're here," Beast replied, his eyes fixed on her. There was something different about her honey-colored eyes today. They no longer looked innocent but carried the intensity of a wounded tigress.

"I need your help," she said, her tone steady as she met his gaze.

"Jaza, don't you think I'm older than you? Shouldn't you address me respectfully?" Beast asked instead of directly responding. Jaza, with a fiery glare, looked at him.

"I'm not here to learn manners or etiquette from you. I've come to ask for your help," she said, enunciating each word deliberately, emphasizing the word "you." Beast smiled faintly behind his mask at her audacity.

"You're brave. No one dares look me in the eye, yet here you are, speaking boldly," he said, his tone almost admiring.

"I know how to speak my mind. Try and see," Jaza replied, her honey-colored eyes fixed on his green ones. For a moment, Beast was left speechless, his mouth slightly agape behind the mask.

"Impressive..." he finally said, looking at her.

"Now, will you answer my question?" she demanded, her sharp gaze unwavering.

"Why do you need my help?" Beast asked, leaning slightly forward.

"I want blood for blood. I want justice for my family's wrongful deaths. I want to make them cry tears of blood. I need your help to take revenge," Jaza said, her voice firm, her eyes fierce. Beast studied her face intently as if searching for something, but he found no signs of fear, hesitation, or nervousness. Her voice was steady, devoid of any tremor.

"You want blood for blood—revenge. But are you prepared to stay steadfast in your decision? The path of vengeance is not an easy one. Danger will loom over you constantly. Once you tread this path, you can't rest until you bury your enemy under the soil of their grave. What if you tire halfway or give up?" Beast asked, his green eyes fixed on her emotionless face.

"The day I think of retreating will be the day I free myself from life itself. If I can't avenge my family's wrongful deaths or my innocent sister's dishonor, then I have no right to live," Jaza said, her honey-colored eyes blazing as they stared into his green ones.

"Think about it once more. Right now, you're acting on emotions," Beast said, observing her closely.

"I'm not being emotional, Beast. I'm speaking with full awareness and clarity. Will you help me?" she asked, emphasizing each word.