''you must be Arzoo right?'' she heard a seductive voice of a girl; she turned and looked at a very beautiful girl approaching her. She was seductively attractive with her tall and yet a little curvy figure where her long black ruffle dress with a front slit exposing too much of her skin. Her cleavage was deep and her arms were exposed to the eyes as it was one shoulder dress. The dress hugged her body like a second dress. Arzoo swallowed while looking at her body and her hair where highlighted in black and red wine giving her more a tempting look. Her makeup was minimum but she had a winked eye liner.

Intuition is the whisper of the soul, and her whispers were not clean regarding to this person.

Her suspicious vibes were getting her. But suspicious is not intuition.

Intuitions doesn't tell you what someone else is thinking, it tells you what should you be doing. And the best she could do was to let her guard high and be more attentive to her.

she averted her eyes and nodded her head to her.

'' hm I must say, what I heard about you is true. You are beautiful indeed'' Arzoo noticed notoriousness in her voice, her eyes were not agreeing with her mouth as Arzoo saw a glint of murkiness in her eyes. But latently Arzoo give her a tight lips smile.

'' I am sorry I don't know you'' Arzoo said with curiosity that only made her laugh on her. Arzoo was not getting positive vibes from her, as her spine was getting chills from her presence.

'' of course you don't know me. Oh I should introduce myself then, well my name is farida and I am your husband's one night escort.'' she said to Arzoo while snatching the earth beneath her feet. To say that Arzoo was shocked, would be an understatement. Cause she was astounded looking at her. Farida laughed humorlessly looking at her state which gave her some kind of satisfaction.

Arzoo breath was knocked out of her lungs. She was still on her place. She felt betrayed and ........cheated!

The words which slipped from her mouth, was like a tornado smashing the most heavy thing which she was keeping with herself. Her TRUST.

She had trusted him and had hope that someday things will be fine between them.

Arzoo was like standing in a desert with no hope of rain. She knew Amaan was never in to her. but what broke her beyond to be repair was, that he was having his time while she was struggling with life and her demons.

He was not just a star in her dark life; he was her whole damn sky.

''I guess you had no idea of his this stunts, oh my god I just burst the bubble.

well then I should say that you don't know a lot of things about your husband. Anyways good to see you finally. Just wanted to see who is his wife.'' confidence was lacing from her each word, but Arzoo's heart was dropping with her each word with a devilish smirk, she left Arzoo broken and devastated. Arzoo was lost, that she didn't heard what else she said.

She came like a thunder and cracked her trust and hope then disappeared. She looked at Amaan who was talking with his partners and colleagues absolutely not giving her a glance. It seemed like he felt a gaze on him as he looked at her who was already looking at him. He saw her broken. There was so much sorrow on her face, and what made him more curious was the tears which left from her mesmerizing amber eyes but before it touch her cheeks, she wiped it but he saw it.

Masking his famous blank mask, he took long strides toward her, who was standing like a statue looking at him, hoping to see something which can give her hope and which could tell her that he has not cheated on her. But she got none.

'' why the fuck are you crying?'' he hissed in his deep voice, but Arzoo was looking in his eyes. There was so much emotions in her eyes, that Amaan couldn't decipher what to read. He mentally shacked his head and arch his brow at her. Arzoo looked down, clearly hiding the pain in her eyes. Gathering some courage she passed by him, not feeling necessary to reply to him. this shocked Amaan and confused as well. He was gazing her retreated back. Arzoo left the hall as she was going toward the garden.

Feeling all kind of feelings.

Rejection

Unpalatable

Reprehensible

Rebuffed

Jettisoned

Abandoned

But why was she feeling this way?

The reason was clear. He had cheated on her. He had cheated on the sacred bond of bounding to someone. Even if she was not desirable in his life, still he had no right to cheat on her.

But was this a cheat?

Yes it was. He had a cheated on her as she was his fiancé back then.

She had a tough life, but instead to look at least once toward her, he chose to have his way and never bother who she was. This mere thought was killing her.

'' Arzoo''

This was so soothing, that she needed the most at that time. Her life was nothing short of a calamity but she was blessed because she had some good people around her. And right now!

With all the loneliness feeling, this voice was soothing. It looked so reliable to her.

Arzoo turned and looked at a concern Ali looking at her. The look on his face showed how concern he got after looking at her. And the look on her face showed how broken she was. And how she needed a hand to rely on. Tears were streaming down her cheeks making her look more broken.

'' gosh Arzoo. What happened?

You are scaring me. What happened?'' he came closer but still with a good distance asking her. He wanted to hold her hand. But he couldn't. He always treated her as his sister but he knew Amaan wouldn't like if he give her affection like a brother. But Ali could see how much she needed a hand or a shoulder.

Arzoo looked down sniffing and sobbing. This was making him more restless.

'' Arzoo please tell me what's wrong?''

'' nothing I.......i.......(sob) please i....i want to be'' she couldn't complete as she left from there leaving a wondering and scared Ali behind. He had seen Arzoo a lot of times. Her sadness and gloomy eyes were not hidden from him. but this time, her disheveled state and vanquished and demoralized condition, was telling a trepidation story of her.

The wise decision right now was to let Amaan know about her situation and he did just that. Finding Amaan in bar having his drink in his hand, he made his way toward him. Amaan could clearly see how distress he was looking. He put his drink back and looked at Ali.

'' what is wrong with her?

Why is she crying so hysterically?'' right now, was not the time to think that he is asking from a husband about his wife. But right now, he was asking about his sister from her husband.

Amaan gave him a confuse looked. Which changed to stoic as he realized what he meant.

''don't get on my nerves Ali, I fucking don't care if she is crying or laughing. But she did really bad as she put other thing in her list. Once this party is over, then I will see her''

He seethed under is teeth. Ali shook his head in pure disappointment.

'' she is my sister Amaan and I fucking care. Don't forget that she is your wife not your puppet. If you dress her as you want and show her to people as your trophy wife, then give her that respect too.''

Amaan give him deadly glare but Ali as usual said what he wanted to say.

'' don't,

I don't want to forget that you are my friend.

Do not talk shit with me'' he snarled and made his way out to see where is she?

Arzoo was walking on grass bare foot as she took off her shoes which were hurting her. she had no idea where was she going.

She was feeling pain in her heart.

Heart!

The home for so many emotions.

A magnet for miracles.

A song for every pain.

But right now!

It was scorching. The flames were reaching her mind, and igniting her thoughts and smouldering her feelings.

How can life be this much cruel to her?

How can he do that to her?

How can he be with someone when she needed him the most?

Why her?

Feeling no use of looking at her surrounding, she was walking with tears flowing from her eyes.

Betrayed!

The saddest thing about betrayal is that, it never comes from your enemies. In here, her husband was the one who betrayed her. When she was clawing in her life to find some peace and warmth, he was busy in his life, seeking the same thing from others but in the most inappropriate way.

She was end up very disappointed, growing up and thinking that everyone has the same heart as she has. Having a soft heart in this cruel world was a courage not weakness. But that proved wrong.

So wrong.

It was her weakness.

That was her blemish,

Her Achilles heel.

Her failing.

Engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't realize someone pulled her to a secluded area. She gasped and opened her mouth to shout. But a hand grasped her mouth and prevent her to shout.

She felt someone pushed her to the hard and cold wall. Her head was hit with full force and she was seeing black in already black room. losing her balance, she fell on her knees holding her head. Feeling a warm liquid coming to her hand. Arzoo realized her head was bleeding.

'' hey beautiful'' that voice was so lusty that her bones became chill and her mind was telling her to run for the hills.

Arzoo tried to see in darkness the face which frighten her with his chilled and sturdy voice. But her struggle was changed to panic as she saw a man lighten his lighter and making his face visible to her. her breath hitched in her throat as she saw the person standing in front of her. With wide eyes she was staring her. while he smirked and came closer to her. crouching to her level, he give her a stalwart look, giving her the message through her eyes. Making her shiver and cold to dead.

'' oh my god!

Why are you crying?

You look like a mess. But still fresh and beautiful'' he said in a sexual longing to her making her shedder and plastering herself to the wall like the wall will protect her from the man who was few inches away from her. She wanted someone to help her. To reach to her. But who?

'' I know you are precious to him, a precious celibate.

Which I would love to explore.

That snitch had everything best in life, never thought that he will have a beautiful lady too. But now I have snatched his maiden and I will explore and exploit you to my heart's content'' he traced her jaw but Arzoo pushed him hard that he lost his balance and fall back. That was an opportunity as she run to get out of that dark place. But looked like her dress was betraying her, as he held her skirt and pulled her back. At the mean time a nail pierced her foot and that made her to fall back. He took the chance and hover over her. she started screaming but looked like that place was so secluded from the whole mansion that no one would hear her. he took off his tie and tried to tie her hands but her thrashing was preventing him to do it. He smacked her face hard, that it caused her breathing to stop. Her head was spinning and her ears were pinging.

She was losing her consciousness but she could feel what was happening.

Get up Arzoo you can't let this happen.

Get up now otherwise you will lose everything.

GET UP!!!!!!!

She breathed sharply and looked at him as he was ripping her dress from front.

With the last straw of energy which she had, She kicked him on the place where sun don't shine, making him curl and groan. Taking that as a chance she thrashed hard to untie her hands and it just happened as she loosed her one hand and start untying her other hand.

'' you bitch'' Rizwan approached her staggering and grabbed her hand. he pulled her toward the surface but Arzoo's eyes caught something. It was like a metal rode but looked like Rizwan had calculated her moves, he pushed her so hard that her back hit the broken chair their making her to scream from the top of her lungs. Rizwan hovered her and looked at her helpless state which gave him more satisfaction.

'' you are a little fierce lady, I never thought that you will put this much fight and provoke me more. but see it all backfired you as you are drained of any energy and I am more warm up now'' the lust and carnal desire was visible in his eyes and his voice. Arzoo was feeling helpless. She was hurt badly hurt. Her legs were becoming numb and there was an excruciating pain in her lower back. Her throat was dry and her voice was not coming out. She cried from the top her lungs.

Her childhood

Her parents

Her engagement

Her wedding

Her husband

His words

His behavior

His cheat

And now her this state.

Something broke that night. Looked like the angels were crying for her this state too. looking at her miserable condition. She was losing her consciousness but she could feel how her life was mocking her. ''how unwanted I am.

I am dying. But do I deserve this kind of death?

No.

No

NO!!!

She opened her eyes and one last time she screamed from her dried throat, piercing her throat and his ears. Rizwan hurriedly covered her mouth but looked like she still had some luck left.

The door opened with a thud making Rizwan and Arzoo alert. Arzoo bite his hand and screamed for help. The shadow standing in the dark was not visible to their eyes. But she could see that he watched her. As he stride toward them and there she saw the man behind her every pain. But right now he was his saviour. His eyes were blood shot red and he was gnashing his teeth making his mandible ticking. Rizwan swallowed by looking at his snaky and waxy status of Amaan. He could see he was beyond angry. And he had full idea what would he do when he was at this stage of anger. He left Arzoo's arm and she fell on the floor. She curled herself and started crying miserably. Amaan looked at her and the side was not pleas able for him. Her clothe was tore from front making her strapless red bra visible. This boiled his blood more. There was a bruise on her forehead which was still bleeding. Amaan looked at her hands and there were bruises. her state was disheveled and out of any word to explain.

For the very first time in his life, he felt her.

He felt her loud sobs piercing his heart.

He felt her shivering body in a curling position like she wanted to protect herself and her tore clothes.

He felt her clanging to the cold wall, to seek protection and warmness. Amaan took off his blazer and made her to wear it. She immediately clutched the blazer in her fists and covered herself. This felt a prick and stick in his cold heart. he felt a commotion around him, the swift move of Rizwan toward the iron rode made Amaan alert, as he shot him in his leg making him fall and screech in pain. Arzoo screamed as well and covered her ears. Amaan looked at Rizwan laying and pleading to him, but it bought him nothing as Amaan punched him hard on him face. He was trying hard with the pains, when Amaan kicked the bullet wound on his foot making him scream and plead to him.

'' how dare you?

How you dared to touch my wife?

You bloody shit'' he roared as he kicked him again on his wound. Rizwan's voice was resonating in the dark early room. Amaan pulled him up and hold his face while putting pressure to his ears, making his face blue. Then he punched him on his nose.

'' you fucking dared to touch my wife?'' he shouted on his face and started to strangle him but Ali's hand stopped him. Ali came right in time and save Rizwan but not to feel pity for him but because it was not the time and right place as he could see how Arzoo has made a guard for herself and she was sobbing while curling herself like a ball but she heard what touched her heart. Amaan was calling her is wife and showing his right on her. Fighting for her, that was pricking her heart.

Amaan looked at Ali and understood what he wanted to say to him. Pushing the badly injured Rizwan, he made his way to Arzoo while Ali took Rizwan from there and handed him to their security team.

Amaan crouched to her level and sighed, brushing his disheveled hair with his hands, he take a hold of her shivering hand. Arzoo looked at him. And that was her undoing.

There was so much pain in her eyes.

Pain

Fear

Uncertainty

But pain was more visible for him. he could see that she was shivering with so much fear. Her amber eyes were reddish and her face was showing so much fear. Her lips were quavering while her hairs were messy and the bleed on her forehead was still bleeding. The bruise on her cheek was visible to his eyes. He was burning in anger and planning is ways which he will have what that peasant.

How dare he?

Whatever I have with her or whatever I do with her, but I cannot tolerate someone treat her like this. She is my wife. My fucking wife and I have the right to hurt or heal her. No one fucking have the right to hurt her.

The next thing which took him by surprise was that she hurriedly came closer to him and hugged him tight. He somehow maintained his balance and hugged her back. Her loud sobs were clenching his chest.

Amaan picked her in his arms, and made his way to out of the dark room.

Ali had already concluded the function and the guests were gone leaving them alone.

Rizwan was taken to Amaan's torture room. He had no idea who he had messed with.

The carnal desire and lust took over his senses as he thought he will use Arzoo and make her shut her mouth. But what he never thought was that Arzoo was not that easy to be used and throw. She was timid but she knew how to protect herself as till this time she was doing that. Being alone with no family and have a beautiful face, she was thought to be wise and act upon it my Hamid and Mr. Jamil. And that she did. Rizwan had awaken Amaan and now he had to face his wrath.

'' shshsh, I got you'' Amaan whispered in her ear making her sobs to light down a bit. She was clung to him forgetting the past events. But was it the end of her misery?

I guess not!

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Its taking me long to update I know that.

Sorry for late update.

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