He Found Me. (Complete)

PART 1

Hoor pov:

I checked the time. It was 9:30 pm.

"I'm dead!" I cursed under my breath, hurriedly grabbing my bag and things before rushing out of the building.I reached the parking lot, scrolling through my phone, lost in my own world.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. I looked up to see my brother staring at me with an annoyed expression. I smiled at him apologetically.

"You're late again, Hoor," he said, glancing at his watch and shaking his head in disappointment."Not my fault I had too much work," I replied, biting my lip to suppress a smile.

We locked eyes for a moment before he broke the gaze and walked towards the driver's seat without another word. Not wanting to hear a lecture, I quickly got in the car.

"What are we going to tell Mama?" he asked as I turned to face him and shrugged."I don't know," I said, looking out the window at the passing cars.

"She won't say anything to you, but she'll have plenty to say to me," he mumbled, making me smile."Who told you to give me so much work? Now face the consequences." He stayed silent, focusing on the road but occasionally glancing at me.

Yes, I was his secretary. My brother ran his industry, and I worked under him.

I placed my head against the car window and sighed, looking down at my hands before returning my gaze to the road. Thoughts filled my mind, causing a sudden pain in my chest. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to control things, to prevent horrible events from happening. If only I had the power to stop these terrible things.

Tears filled my eyes without me realizing it, and one slipped onto my hand. I bit my lip, desperately wanting to forget everything. The past brought nothing but pain. Why can't we just forget and pretend it never happened?But the truth is, the wounds from the past take years to heal. And my wounds were far from healed.

"Hoor, tum roo rahi ho?" I heard my brother's worried voice. I quickly wiped my tears, noticing his concerned look.

"I'm fine," I whispered with a small smile, turning away so he wouldn't see me like this.I blinked when I realized the car was parked on the side of the road. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when we had stopped.

"Tell me what's wrong, please." His voice was soft but insistent. I shook my head, trying to smile again.

"Kuch bhi nai hua bhai... really."He sighed.

"My little Hoor, you know better than anyone that I can always tell when something is bothering you. Now, tell me what's on your mind." He waited patiently for me to speak as my lips quivered and tears filled my eyes again. I tried to hold them back, but they betrayed me.

"I feel so disgusted with myself. I try... I really try, Bhai, not to think about it, but it always comes back. No matter what I do, it haunts me. The past suffocates me. Bhai, please, take the pain away. It's too much, and I'm not strong enough to bear it." I hid my face in my hands, letting my tears flow freely. My brother wrapped his arms around me, and I clung to him, crying harder.

"Shh, my little one. I'm here. You are stronger than anyone, Hoor. Always remember, Allah will never test you beyond your capacity. Don't lose hope." His soothing words calmed me a little, and I nodded, though I couldn't help but voice my fear.

"When everyone in our family finds out, they'll be disgusted with me. They won't want to see me." I closed my eyes tightly, the thought of their reactions hurting me deeply.

Azlan's POV:

It pained me to see someone I loved so much hurting. I knew she was breaking inside. Seeing her cry like this tore me apart.Why did destiny have to be so cruel to her?I rubbed my hands over her back and arms, trying to comfort her. We stayed silent, letting our breaths fill the heavy air.

"Let's go before Mama calls us," she mumbled, breaking the hug and looking out the window, signaling she didn't want to talk anymore. I kept my eyes on her a little longer, hoping she was okay. But deep down, I knew she wasn't.I nodded silently and started the car.

Hoor pov:

When we reached home, I noticed the lights were off. It looked like our parents were asleep.I looked at my brother, who grinned and wriggled his eyebrows, happy that we wouldn't be scolded.

A small smile formed on my lips. We quietly opened the main door and entered without making any noise.

"You both are late. Again." The lights suddenly turned on. I froze in place, glancing at my brother, whose face was filled with fear. Who knew the CEO of Azlan Industries could be scared of his mother? Poor soul.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum, Ami. You soi nai?" I asked, nervously laughing. She looked at me, making me bite my lip as I stared at her feet.

"Walaikum Assalam. That doesn't answer my question. Where were you both? Azlan?" My mother looked at my brother, who glanced at her in alarm.

"Ami, uh, we were stuck in traffic," he stammered. My head snapped towards him. Really? I looked back at my mother. She studied us for a minute before speaking."Come with me, both of you." She turned and walked towards the living room, leaving us behind. We did nothing but follow her.I looked at my brother. "This is all your fault," I whispered."Shut up."

An hour and a half later, we were still sitting in the living room, listening to our mother scold us for being late. I yawned.

"I'm letting you off this time, but never be late again." With that, she turned and went to her room. Finally!

I walked to my room, put my things away, and headed to the bathroom to shower. I changed into comfortable clothes and lay on my bed.The moment from earlier replayed in my mind, making me cringe in embarrassment.

Ugh, ya Allah, why did I do that? I shouldn't have let that happen in front of Bhai. Now he's worried because of my stupidity.I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to forget. But his face popped into my mind, making my eyes snap open and my heart skip a beat.As much as I didn't want to think about him, I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now. Was he awake or asleep? What did he look like now? Did he remember me?I shook my head, scolding myself for thinking like that.

Why would he think about me?

His hands were on my thighs, moving dangerously close.
"NO, PLEASE!" I begged, trying to free my hands. Ya Allah, please save me today. Please.

"I've never seen such beauty in my life." I cried harder. Please, someone save me.

"Please, don't do this. I'm begging you. Let me go."His hand reached for my shirt and tore it open.

"NOOO!"

I woke up gasping, breathing heavily, and looked around, terrified, before sighing in relief, realizing I was in my room, safe. I grabbed the water bottle from my nightstand and took a deep sip, trying to calm my racing heart.I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Next week, we are all going to Pakistan," My mother announced at breakfast. I choked on my bite and looked at her in shock. All of us? She didn't mean me, right?

"What?" I gasped, hoping she was joking.

"You heard me. We're all going to Pakistan," she said, taking her plate.

"But, Ami..." I started, but she cut me off with a glare. I looked at my brother for help, but he just smirked and avoided my gaze.

"You all can go. I have work to do," I said, standing up, not wanting to argue. They knew I couldn't go. I could never face the rest of the family. Never.

"Hoor! When I said we are all going, I meant it," my mother insisted. I looked at her, then at my brother, and walked out of the kitchen.

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Ami ( mom, mother)
Bhai( brother)

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