His Right

Chapter 8

Haiders POV

I walked out of the cell and let out a huge breath, the weapon I had just used, a silver knife was still in my palm and dripping with blood. But I did not care about the strain that I was leaving behind. The adrenalin rush that was pumping through my body was lost and I felt complete emptiness.

I walked towards the dirty sink to wash my blood stained hands and just stared at the blood. I had tortured the men to find out the whereabouts about Bakhtyars son, but it was too late as I was busy torturing the spy the shipment of dozen young girls had already left Pakistan, young and innocent, scared about their destiny. I let out a bitter laugh and smashed the mirror, their future as slaves to their masters was sealed.

I am sorry that I failed you.

I closed my eyes and let the silence of the cell surround me, it still smelled like fresh blood as the cleaners hadn't arrived yet, peeling off my shirt I went to take a shower, to wash away the smell of blood and sweat.

After the shower, I dressed into the clean clothes that Adam left behind and stumbled towards the exit door. Opening the door of my range rover I started the engine, I drove aimlessly through the busy streets of Islamabad. Just as I was about to take a left turn, I noticed a girl who was surrounded by two Fuckers.

I immediately stopped the car and grabbed my gun, as I was nearing the scene I could hear the tremble in her voice as she was pleading with them to let her go, without thinking twice about the consequences I fired my gun towards the Fucker who was trying to kiss her neck.

The other men tried to run away but before he could take a step away, I grabbed him by his neck and threw a punch at his face. I didn't stop with the punches and smirked at him before twisting his neck and letting his dead body fall on the ground. I turned around and was met by hazel-eyes the same girl who has been plaguing my dreams.

"We meet again."

Her eyes rolled back and she fainted, before her body could hit the ground I quickly grabbed her, looking down at the girl I was mesmerized by her beauty, Fuck what was an angel like her doing here in this part of the city. I held her in my arms and carried her towards the car.

I placed her inside and kneeled down to face her, grabbing the water bottle from the front seat I sprinkled her face with water. She groaned and rapidly blinked her eyes, hazel-eyes starred back at me and I stepped back. I couldn't stop looking at her, Fuck what is wrong with me.

"You good?" I asked her in a soft voice.

She gaped at me and nodded. I closed the door and walked toward the driver's side. She tried to open the door but I held her hand.

"Woman stop it, I won't harm you just tell me where you live and I will drop you."

"Yo-u killed th-em..N-o let me o-ut." She tried to free herself from my grip and cried out in pain when I grabbed her chin.

"Will you stop with this bullshit they tried to harm you, now sit back and tell me where you live." She sobbed and freed herself from my grip, trying to move as far away from me as could she clutched the handle of the door and adjusted the dupatta on her head.

They rode in silence and she guided me towards the street of her house. It was getting late when we approached her house. She was ready to jump out of the car when I grabbed her and turned her face around.

"Listen if you tell anyone about today's event it won't end well for you or your family understand?"

She flinched at my tone but nodded, quickly jumping out of the car she ran as fast as she could towards the house door and without looking twice at her retreating figure I drove to the main road.

Zaras POV

Still shaking from today's event and the men's cold eyes as he killed. His face was all hard angry lines and when he grabbed my chin... I swallowed down the sob and rang the bell, the door opened and I was met with my mother's angry face. I stepped inside the house and gulped. Abbu and bhaijaan were looking at me disappointingly and when I turned to my left, it couldn't have been worse, standing there was Farhan my fiance and aunty Mavish.

"Ammi I w-as.." before I could finish my sentence a slap stung my cheek I gasped and looked at my mother.

"I can't believe that this is how you brought up your daughter Rabia and to think that she would have married my poor son." Aunty Mavish sniffed and walked towards her son.

"Chalo Farhan, the engagement is off you won't marry a girl who not only is ill-mannered and a whore she also has boyfriends and taubah look at the time, I am so glad that Allah has shown us the truth."

I sobbed and turned to my family, but they kept staring at the floor. My Ammi was sobbing and my father was comforting her.

"Bhabi if you are finished please leave our house and stop insulting my daughter."

Aunty Mavish chuckled at my father's answer and grabbed my dupatta.

"If your daughter is that innocent what happened to her dupatta and uff look at the handprints on her wrist, let's go Farhan."

Silence greeted the house.

"Am-mi, Ab-bu I am sor-ry.." but my pleadings were not listened to.

"We are ruined, this dirty girl ruined us all.." My mother spoke out loud and grabbed my shoulders.

"Why Zara?" She was shaking my shoulders and sobbed out loud. I was shocked at my own family, they did not even trust me.

"Ab-bu ple-ase believe me nothing happened you know your guriya would never disappoint her family." My father was not even starring at me.

"B-hai..it would not change anything my older brother was not listening. Just then my Ammi came towards me and grabbed my forearm.

"Go get lost, go back to your lover." She was trying to shove me out of the house.

"Stop it Rabia let her.." Abbu couldn't finish his sentence because he was clutching his chest and breathing deep.

And before any of us could help him, he fainted.

No, Allah please save us from this hurdle..

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