Whispers of Love

Chapter 13

Author's POV:

Time was slipping through Roshni's fingers like sand. Amir had fixed her marriage—two days. That's all she had left. No amount of pleading had changed his mind.

Saad had tried everything to reach her. Calls, messages, and even sending Asad to check on her. But all his efforts had failed. He hadn't seen or heard from Roshni since the night Amir had shattered her phone.

Now, with only a single day left before her wedding, desperation clawed at his chest. He couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He had to see her.

So, under the cover of night, he set his plan into motion.

Dressed entirely in black, his face concealed by a mask, Saad approached the grand mansion. The guards were supposed to be patrolling, but to his luck, one of them was snoring lightly, his head resting against the gate.

Saad smirked. "Shukriya bhai for making my job easier," he muttered under his breath before slipping past him with ease. (Thanks brother)

His eyes scanned the mansion, looking for her room. He pointed at a window. Yeh hai shayad uska room.

Then, doubt crept in. 'Nai... shayad wo Sasur ji ka room hai.' (No... maybe that's father-in-law's room)

His throat dried at the thought. 'Agar Sasur ji ne pakad liya toh wapis janaze mei jana padhega.' (If my father-in-law catches me, I'll have to return in a funeral procession.)

He swallowed hard and looked at another window. It was the only one with the lights off. His lips curled into a confident grin. 'This is Roshni's room for sure.'

Now came the real challenge—getting in.

Saad searched for a ladder, anything to help him climb. Nothing. His only option was the water pipe running up the side of the wall.

He let out a deep breath. "Ya Allah, Mohabbat hi toh ki thi... itna risky hoga, kise pata tha?" (Oh Allah, I had only loved... who knew it would be so risky?)

With that, he gripped the cold metal pipe and started climbing. His heart pounded against his ribs with every movement.

"Bismillah," he murmured. (In the name of Allah)

As he neared the window, only one thought filled his mind: Roshni, I am doing all this only to be yours.

After what felt like an eternity, Saad reached the window and slipped inside.

The first thing he did was close it. Roshni should keep her windows closed. If any thief comes, then what will she do?

Before he could move, something soft wrapped around him like a net. Then—

THWACK!

Pain exploded through his body as a flurry of blows rained down on him.

"Ahhh—!"

"What are you doing here, thief?! What do you want to steal? Huh!?"

Saad groaned. That voice. It wasn't Roshni.

It was Asad.

More hits. More pain.

"Ahh... Ouch! Asad, it's me! Saad!" he gasped, shielding himself.

Asad's hands froze mid-air. He pulled the blanket away and yanked off Saad's mask. His eyes widened.

"You!?" he exclaimed.

Panicked, Saad immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't shout! Sasur ji will hear it!" he whispered fiercely.

Asad shoved his hand away and glared. "Huh?! Sasur ji? What are you doing here?!"