Love a girl who writes,

And live her many lives;

You have yet to find her,

Beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,

Forgive the pens they marked.

The stain of your lips upon her-

The one she can't discard.

Forget her tattered memories,

Or the pages others took;

You are her ever after-

The hero of her book.

- Lang leav

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For all those asking me for a schedule, I am so sorry but I don't really have one. I write whenever I want. I can only guarantee you three updates a week. I am sorry if I disappointed anyone.

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"Stop pacing around. You need to stop." Huzaifa nearly yelled.

"Watch your tone Huzaifa." I warned. I don't know why but I couldn't bare the thought of anybody raising their tone with me.

"See, I am trying to reason here. Maybe You are over thinking this. We have security arrangements here, whoever it is, will definitely get caught." He tried to reason but I was still rigid. Absolutely nothing could explain how tensed I was.

Zaid had been planning something atrocious. Zauq revealed that it was not just him who was a traitor to us. There were more. Maybe one, maybe two or even more. Zauq only confirmed to my speculation. The party was a dupe so that whoever the person was, he could easily fall into my trap.

The only hurdle was the peril involved. There was a threat to my family and I was possessive about whoever I cared for. I didn't want my family to meet Ahmed. No matter the deal, he was a dangerous man. Deep down I did trust him but I couldn't take any risk. I rubbed my throbbing temples in circular motion trying to ease the pain that erupted.

"I hope so. Just read these papers. They are a rough draft of Ahmed's deal." I proffered the blue file placed on my table immaculately and he took it at once seeing through the papers.

I rounded the glass table and sat on my swivel leather chair, switching on my MacBook pro. As soon as it was switched on, I clicked on the maximize button to enlarge the tab that was already opened before Huzaifa came in. I looked at the woman before me with burning intensity. I knew it was the time for her prayer.

For some odd reason I liked to watch her as she prayed. It anomalously calmed and composed me down. I had never been so thankful for the invention of cameras and mic. I put on the black wireless headphones. "Ya ALLAH please always protect my dignity and respect, please don't let anybody harm it. Please grant protection to Nabiha, Ahad, Bibijaan, Maliha, Uzair and.. And Humza...!" It felt as though an ice bucket was thrown at me. I immediately moved the headphones away. Why did she pray for my safety?

She continued to pray for about two minutes and then passed her hands around her face. She then got up, placed her prayer mat on the bed and began to unzip her black gown like dress.

My hands balled up into a fist, my knuckles now turning white. She began to struggle with the zip of her gown slowly pulling it down.

I felt myself being fucking aroused. I shut my eyes tightly, inhailing deeply and with much difficulty I shut the top cover of the laptop close before opening my eyes again.

I couldn't help but be agitated now. It's okay, it's fine, had their been any other girl, I would feel the same way. I tried to reason.

"We must get going. I have to check for the security myself." I commanded and Huzaifa obliged. I pulled out my polo shirt that was tucked in earlier so that I could hide my arousal.

"I will check this later then." He said before placing it back on my table. We left our office and headed towards home.

On my way back home I couldn't help but think of ways I could avoid as much danger as possible. Her frustratingly beautiful face kept on haunting me in between. At first I couldn't stop thinking about that woman for the entire week. She juggled with my mind. The kiss had left me yearning for more. The taste of her lips still lingered in my mouth and a week earlier I could have done anything to taste them again but I had to knock some sense in my fucking brain and so I decided to stay away from home. She was like a drug that I couldn't quench but after days of self therapy and passionate nights, I was over that women. She didn't effect me anymore, at least I thought so. Her existence did nothing to me, I reminded myself.

Fine! I watched her daily like a psycho but I realized, I just lusted over her like I would have over any other woman. She was no special.

We arrived at my home two hours before the party started. I realized that she might not have a proper dress for the party, so I did buy her one on my way back home and gave it to Maliha as soon as I entered the mansion.

I checked on for the arrangements myself. The cameras and the mic were all working just fine. My men were everywhere. I then went back to my room but not before glancing at the closed door by the end of the second floor.

The shower was quick and I was ready in no time. I texted Malika that I wanted her to accompany me as my wife in the party. Her happiness and glee had no bounds.

I know how ashamed you feel of that girl. You don't have to worry baby. I am there for you.

She had replied within seconds. I just rolled my eyes at her desperacy. Who in their right mind would be ashamed of that woman?

The guests had started to roll in. Some were businessman while some were from the mafia.

It had been past 15 minutes since I waited for Malika but she had taken it upon herself to anger me. I tapped my foot impatiently as I stared at the bolted door at the further end of the corridor. Even she was not out as yet. What took her so long? The first door in the corridor was Malika's while the last one was Anaabiya's

"Humza bhai everything is set. I spoke to all the ones who have seen Anaabiya. There weren't many, only four of them and they were harmless." Huzaifa spoke in between deep breaths. He was panting. He had just climbed up the stairs.

"Okay." I replied, my eyes stil trailed on the door at the further end of the corridor. She must have received the dress by now.

"What are you still doing here?" Huzaifa probed. "I was waiting for her. I Don't know why she is taking so long." I replied sharply.

"Well she will be out in no time. Maliha is already helping her." A scowl immediately conquered my face as I turned to look at him. He had that nasty smug smile that made me want to punch him.

"Who are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You know who exactly am I talking about brother." I gritted my teeth and looked away. I leaned on the wall beside Malika's door, arms crossed on my chest.

"I don't care about her. I was talking about Malika. Can't you see I am waiting outside her door?" I tried to knock some sense into him.

"Yeah right. I.. " Exactly then the door to Anaabiya's room opened. I hadn't seen her for so long. I mean I did get to see her on my laptop but deep down inside I still anticipated this Moment.

I straightened up my posture brushing the crease of my tux so that it would look neat.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Huzaifa tried to act smart and I shot him a deadly glare. He immediately raised his hand up in surrender.

Just then Maliha walked out of the door looking all caked up. I groaned in frustration when Huzaifa began to laugh like a maniac. I did feel embarrassed. "You were saying." Huzaifa tried to suppress his laughter.

"I was saying that why don't you just die?" Now he laughed even more. I turned around looking down at the foyer, it was full. "Why don't you just accept it that you like her?" Gone was his jolly attitude now. "I don't Huzaifa. I don't feel a thing for her." I accepted. Okay maybe I might have exaggerated this part a little. I was scared for her tonight because she was too naive.

"Keep an eye on her. I want you to guard her with your life." My voice held authority and Huzaifa nodded his head in understanding. "Be careful.." He began but couldn't complete his sentence as a girl soon stumbled out of Anaabiya's room almost falling in the corridor. It was her indeed.

I looked at her intently, scrutinizing her under my gaze. She looked breathtaking in the dress that I bought for her. It was now that I noticed, the color of our dresses matched.

Why was she so beautiful? To torture me?

I was immediately elated. All the tiredness I felt during the day suddenly vanished. Her milky skin complexion made her visible in the dim light. The dress fitted her curves perfectly. All of a sudden the picture of her unzipping herself blurred my vision and I panicked.

"Assalamo alaikum." I blurted out and regretted it at the same moment. A look of terror passed me as soon as I realized what I just did. I fucking greeted somebody.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath. Huzaifa was frowning at me too. He would often give me lectures on how one should always respond to salams and even better say it first. This girl has ruined me. I didn't even realize when I began to change my ways. She was hazardous for me. I was angry on her for looking so alluring and more on myself for acting like a teenage boy with raging hormones.

"Walaikum assalam?" Her reply was more of a question. I again let myself take a good look at her outfit as she neared us. She looked beautiful even when almost everything was covered properly. Men down there wouldn't spare her. My fist immediately curled up into a fist as my nostrils now flared, the urge to punch somebody now rising by every second.

"Malika." My voice was loud and she flinched visibly. Malika finally decided to come out.

"I am so sorry babe. I was just doing the last minute touch up." She came beside me and I still couldn't take my eyes off Anaabiya. I extended my elbow to Malika and she slid her hand in between the gap, clutching onto my arm graciously.

"What is she even wearing?" Malika frowned and so did I. I fucking bought her the dress, I had every right to be pissed off. Anaabiya on the other hand looked quite adorable when she was angry.

"Modesty. Something you have never heard of." She smiled smugly. Her combat made me want to laugh so hard. I had to control myself and might I tell you, it was tough. I now looked at Malika who was frowning at Anaabiya. She looked as elegant as ever and her clothes were too small, barely covering much.

I turned my gaze to Anaabiya and she was looking at me in a calculative manner. I had to distract her.

"Now listen women. I'll be telling everyone that she is my wife and you are Huzaifa's cousin. You have to stick by this too. Any smartness from you and you know what toys I possess." I even tried flaunting the gun in my waistband. The look in her eyes seemed to have distracted me. There was absolutely no emotion at display. She wasn't angry nor was she scared or daunted but nevertheless she nodded her head in agreement.

She messed with my head, a lot. Without Further delay I began to pull Malika along with me. We walked ahead and I could feel her presence behind me soon. We were cascading down the stairs.

Don't look back.

Don't look back.

Without turning around I ambled towards the group of men near the bar. As I sauntered towards them I could see there eyes trailed behind me and I knew who exactly they were seeing. I clenched my jaws and shoved my left hand which was now curled up into a fist in my tux pocket.

This was going to be one long night.

on 27.1.2018