Alina was ecstatic when she got selected for an internship in Noida's best Architecture firm- Infinite Designs. Her parents were apprehensive, but she was positive and determined. Only if she knew she was going in for a rollercoaster ride that woul...
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Alina returned home, she placed her keys into her bag and walked straight to Haider's room. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed he was missing. She recollected how that day too they had an argument and when she returned home all the drama happened. In a fanatic search, she heard a soft muffled tune playing from the activity room. She found her breath return to her lungs.
'Haider!' She called opening the door. He doesn't stop playing. She frowned and walked to him. She called him again, this time softly but he doesn't respond.
'Oh, God! Haider why is your arm out of the sling.' She grabbed his arm. He stiffened. She looked at him and noticed immense pain on his face.
'Are you mad? Where is your—'
'Leave my hand, Alina.' He gritted his teeth. She looked at him, confused. But she kept holding his arm. Haider looked into her eyes. Their faces inches apart. Alina gulped seeing fury in his eyes.
'I said, Leave.' He jerked his hand from her grip and Alina fell a few steps back. He stood up and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.
'Say you love me, now.' He roared. Alina flinched. That night came flashing before her eyes as Haider's madness got very close to Jahangir's menace. She gulped looking at him with fear in her eyes.
'Since we are together how many times I have confessed and how many times have you? For you, your phone is more important than me. You didn't even bother waiting for me when I asked you to, and—you dare have an affair with Mikael.' He accused her.
Alina gathered her courage and pushed him, - 'You dare accuse me.' – she thundered back, pointing a finger at him, - 'Dare you question my character. And Mikael, you are bad-mouthing him. He has done so much for you and you—' she abruptly stopped talking as Haider held her cheek, pinching his fingers into her flesh.
'Don't say his name. You are mine, mine, okay?' He grabbed her hand and was shocked to find the ring missing, - 'Where is your ring, Miss. Alina? Didn't I say you not to remove it?' He glared at her; his nostrils flared in anger.
Alina shuddered in terror. She wasn't so shocked or scared with Jahangir because she didn't know him but the person before her, now, was someone she knew, and he supposedly loves her.
Haider held her hand and dragged her with him. Alina kept protesting slamming her fists on his arm, but he doesn't stop. He took her into the room and locked it from inside. Alina gasped loudly as he threw her across the floor.
'Enough, Miss. Alina. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Now, I must deal with you the way Mr. Zaidi dealt with me. That is the only way I can keep you with me like he kept me and my mother with him.' He huffed towering over her.
Alina's color drained from her face as she stared in utter shock and disbelief at him. With only one hand, Haider managed to remove his belt. He held it tightly and raised his arm. As he struck it down, his hand trembled and he lost the grip, narrowly missing her. She let out a small cry but felt numb as the belt hit the floor just a few inches away from her body.
