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And I will surprise you like this. Just an example joonams 😉

Because I love you guys soooo much.

"Shhh! Keep quiet or she'll wake up." Anaabiya said meekly as I hovered over her in the bed. The small little toddler on her other side was sleeping peacefully and honestly, she had inherited most of her features from me.

"But I want you so much." I whispered in her ears, pushing my hand inside her top to caress her warm stomach, making her giiggle in response. "I want you too but not right now. You don't want your daughter to wake up." She gave me a pointed look before leaning onto my touch.

"I love you so much Anaabiya." I couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corner of my lips as I shut my eyes, trailing soft kisses along her jaw line. "Humza move your hand." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Tell me what I want to hear." I kissed her neck fervently this time. I groaned audibly when she tried pushing me away. I only tightened my hold around her stomach.

"Humza please move." She again spoke after sometime. This time I groaned a little louder and decided to throw a glare her way so that she could stop. I opened my eyes to look at her, still feeling sleepy. She looked back at me with bewilderment. I looked at her for about a few seconds and then to her other side. There was no baby beside her. Panic struck me hard as I sat up instantly.

What the fuck had I been dreaming?

You said you love her. I reminded myself.

Do I love her? But isn't it too fast?

The baby looked so real. I am such a big fool, I was really fondling with her stomach. I was deeply thinking when my eyes snapped towards her. She was tieing her hair, her beautiful long hair. She did it so effortlessly that I wondered, how women even did it like a pro. I am so whipped.

This is not happening.

Her eyes met mine and she seemed so lost and puzzled. She splintered away before I could say a thing to her.

I slumped back in the bed as I stared at the ceiling above me. I had slept such a peaceful sleep after so long. She was the only girl I slept with after Hazel. I used to get intimate with a lot of girls but I could never sleep with them. The fact that I slept for about five to six hours was a new too. Usually it was for an hour or two.

I have to stay away from her. She can't become my weakness, at least not after what happened with Hazel. Hazel left me for another man and no matter how different Anaabiya was from Hazel, I believed all women were the same. They all were just like my mother or Hazel. Both of them weren't faithful to their lovers.

Losing Anaabiya would turn me into a living corpse and I didn't want that. Sighing in frustration I picked up my cell phone to call Huzaifa. "I thought you weren't going to wake up anytime soon." I could feel him chuckle from the other end. "When are we leaving?" I questioned him, ignoring his previous remark.

"Within an hour or so." He replied. "Inform Ahmed that we are leaving and tell him to meet me the moment he is back." I ordered before disconnecting the call. I was ready within fifteen minutes.

We had our breakfast here itself before we left for my old mansion. We lived there when baaba was alive. Everything there reminded me of him. My entire childhood had prospered in that very premises.

Throughout my journey I refused to look at her although I could feel her burning gaze at the back of my head a lot of times. I wanted to look at her too but my survival instincts suggested me to stay away from her as much as I could.

As we reached the old mansion, my heart swelled up as a wave of memories hit me. I felt nauseated instantly.

Forget it. I mumbled as the car was soon parked inside by Huzaifa. I wanted to open the door for her but that would end up in everybody mocking at my whipped self.

I hence ignored her there and strode towards the front door. There were a lot of people there waiting for us by the door which included my men, Malika, Stacy and all the others.

They kissed my cheek as they welcomed me and I was agitated because I didn't feel the same things when I was usually around them. It only made me look away in disgust. I am a mess now. I groaned inwardly before they made me sit on one of the furnitures while all the others sat on the vacant ones. The ones who didn't get a seat were standing around me. I looked around for Anaabiya but I couldn't see her. Maybe she was standing behind me.

"We were all so worried for you. We prayed for you so much Humza." Malika began. "Yes I wouldn't stop crying since the day you were hurt." Sarah spoke keeping her hand at her heart, faking sadness. They all were saying something or the other and I was only nodding my head. I was distracted. This house reminded me of so many things and to add to it I had another problem too. My own freaking heart that decided to betray me.

My eyes lingered towards the further end of the hall. There was a small door right below the staircase. Baba had made it for me. It was next to a walk in closet but It was entact with all my best belongings like the cricket kit that my father had gotten for me when I was in the phase of 'I want to become a cricketer' and the football, those amazing nike shoes for the phase of 'I want to become a footballer' and many more. I laughed at my own stupidity. My father never stopped me. He encouraged me everytime with the same enthusiasm. He always told me that he never wanted me to enter the mafia. He wanted a safe life for me but ALLAH had other plans for me. I was responsible for my own misery. I killed my father. I was the murderer. I killed four people. It was only the start, after which I was on a rampage.

If I hadn't asked my father to come along, It would have been just me who would have died. I blamed ALLAH for it all too. I was taught all my life that he wouldn't break you, he'll just bend you to make you learn things but he broke me to pieces, never to be healed again.

I blamed him because I was aware of his powers. He was the God. He could have stopped it. The world was his and within a snap of his fingers I would have had my father back with me but he didn't change a thing. For months I prayed tehajjud and all the namaz that I could, asking him to give me my father back but he never came. I told him that I was drowning in agony, into a never ending darkness, that I needed help but nobody heard me. No help came. He didn't love me enough because he left me too. When my mother got married to my father's brother, I lost every ounce of faith in his mercy.

I became what I am today. A cruel monster. "So what happened that night?" Malika's voice snapped me out of my trance. I had almost forgotten about the traitor.

"Someone did it on purpose. Someone had hit me with a club and whoever it was, they were were responsible for the fire too." I clenched my teeth in anger as I was reminded of the night. I didn't want to think of what would have happened to Anaabiya if I wasn't conscious again. The females gasped at the new found information.

" They?" Huzaifa narrowed his eyes giving me a questioning look. "Yes they were two. A man and a woman. They purposely locked me in my room so that I could be dead by now." I explained further. I didn't give away the color of there outfit because apparently the person could be present right here. "But everybody was down in the party. Nobody was up there in either of the floors. You and Anaabiya were the only one's." Huzaifa spoke again and his words made sense. Someone must have followed us.

"Maybe she was the one who did it then with her lover boy." Malika said accusingly. I looked at her in confusion wondering who she was blaming right now. I was about to follow her gaze when I heard Anaabiya. "Are you accusing me for trying to kill him?" Her voice was a mixture of sadness, malice and spite. I felt similar rage burn in my chest. How dare she blame her.

There was not even an ounce of doubt in my mind. She was innocent and I could bet my life on it. I wanted to stop Malika but the past stopped me from doing so. She too faced a miserable life because of me. It was the reason I could never be harsh to her. I had already caused her enough grief and agony, so I always agreed to whatever she said.

"Yes offcourse. You were the only one up there." Malika replied coyly. "I was locked in my own room and I was injured. You can ask Humza." Her voice held so much pain as she waited for me to back her words. Trust me I wanted to but I just didn't know how.

"Well that's easy. You are such a good actor and the lover boy must have locked you before running away so that nobody would blame you." Malika looked around at everybody else. I looked at my own feet as I tried to control my anger. If I would have let the beast in me unleash, I don't know what I would have done to Malika.

I had no courage to look behind at Anaabiya. When I heard her sniffling, I knew she was crying and I was immediately outraged all the more.

"There you go. Such a good actor. Why don't you go away with your lover boy and stop whoring around?" And exactly then, she hit a nerve. The beast within me was unleashed as I grabbed her by her neck. My jaws tightened as I bore holes into her being. "Don't." I shook my head vigorously, stopping myself from killing her. "Just don't forget who you are and don't you fucking accuse my wife ever again or I am going to smoulder you into nothing." I seethed through gritted teeth. This was too much to take. I had always let her do whatever she wanted but I couldn't let Anaabiya face her wrath.

Shock was quite evident in everybody's eyes, Malika's eyes were thronged with it. She tried to remove my hand but I tightened it all the more. She coughed due to depletion of oxygen in her lungs. She couldn't say a word but her eyes were begging me to stop. Tears roll down her cheeks as she whimpered in pain.

I felt Huzaifa's hand on my shoulder as if he was trying to calm me down but that didn't happen. I was furious. "Humza let her go. You are choking her." Huzaifa said. I tightened my hold around her neck and she began to cough all the more.

"Humza." My name from Anaabiya's mouth had my muscles relaxed strangely. My eyes at once snapped to hers. There were strained marks of her tears on her cheeks and I felt all the more worse. My eyes softened as she shook her head nervously, asking me to stop. If not for her I would have killed Malika by now.

I almost shrugged her away loosening my unyielding grip around her neck and she stumbled back clumsily. She began to cough hysterically. I was angry at Anaabiya too. She shouldn't be so kind to people. They don't deserve it.

I then splintered towards her side and caught her wrist tightly, hauling her along with me. We ascended the staircase and into a very known corridor. She remained silent and I was thankful to her for that.

I ambled towards the room that was mine ever since the childhood. I pushed it open and shoved her inside, not wanting her to meet anybody for now. I then bolted the door from outside as I leaned against the now fastened door.

I placed my hand at my temples gently massaging it to stop the pain from increasing. I then strolled towards the room that was the last one here. It belonged to my parents.

I sighed audibly before opening the door to the room. The same familiar scent and feeling engulfed me again. I could still feel the warmth of this room. It was the most enormous one in this mansion and I used to call it the rose gold room because of its explicit interior made of gold. My father had designed it for my mother. It was a gift.

"Baba can I take this room?" I remember I had asked this question to baba once.

"Sure you can kid but only after you are married." My baba had chuckled. "But that will take a lot of time. Ammi please give me this room. I love it." I then tried to convince my mother. She had always been the loving mother I wanted. I stopped calling her ammi the day she married my uncle.

A tear roll down my eyes unknowingly as I collapsed on the floor. I was on my knees now crying like a small baby. "I am sorry baba. I failed you." I whispered as if my father could hear me. The door to the room creaked open and I hurriedly wiped away the tears with the back of my sleeves. I sniffled deeply before turning around.

"I thought you'd be here." Huzaifa walked to my side and kneeled beside me. I looked at the floor waiting for him to say something. "What you did down there..." He paused before continuing. "Was awesome. You should have done it before. I am proud of you brother." I looked at him and he was grinning like a fool.

"Thanks." I muttered. One thing I was thankful to Huzaifa was for that he never pushed me. Like for now, he knew I was crying but he would never ask me. It was his habit since childhood. He would only sit beside me, stare and wait for me to spill.

"I think I am falling in love." I confessed. "You think?" He said mockingly. "Yes but I don't want history to repeat itself." I confessed again. He was like my brother. I loved him more than my life.

"You know she is different." This time there was a seriousness in his voice. "I don't know what's happening to me." I looked at him as if he was the doctor who would suggest me some medication to cure my pain. "Trust ALLAH." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "I have lost it long ago. He doesn't love me." I laughed bitterly. "No you haven't and he obviously loves you because you are alive man. You are breathing. As much as you think that you are broken, you still survived it all. It wouldn't be possible if he didn't love you." I shrugged this part away because hell it bothered me.

"Forget it. We need to find the traitor. How is Zauq anyway?" I interrogated while getting up from the floor. "He ran away. Somebody helped him." I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. This was getting too much. Once the traitor was in front of me, I would torture him to death.

I gritted my teeth in anger. "Calm down. Take rest today. You have not healed completely. We will talk about this tomorrow." Huzaifa said before he sprinted away leaving me alone in this room. I sprawled on the bed, the side my father always took. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to become like my father, the man that he was.

I shut my eyes tightly because I wanted to sleep. The medication made me feel dizzy and light headed. These pills usually had the side effect.

Although I couldn't sleep for more than three hours and I was awake from the knock on my door. "Come in." I said hurriedly. Bibijaan came in with a bowl of soup in a tray.

"You are awake." she smiled. "Yes." I got up and leaned over the headboard as she sat beside me. "I am happy for what you did today. You stood up for the truth. Your father would have done the same." She smiled again as she raised the spoon filled with soup to my mouth and I gulped it down. I was truly hungry.

"Did Huzaifa change your bandage?" She probed while feeding me again. "Yes he did." I informed her. "Bibijaan umm... I actually had locked Anaabiya in my old room. Could you please ask someone to unlock it." I said as I suddenly remembered it. She must be starving.

"Don't worry Maliha already did." She simpered. We didn't talk much after that. After I was done eating all the contents of the bowl, Bibijaan picked up the tray and strolled towards the door.

She turned around abruptly, her hand still placed on the door handle. "It's good to see you falling in love." She smiled from ear to ear and I found myself blushing a little. "May ALLAH bring you happiness." She spoke before leaving me again.

The day passed by in a blur and not once did I see her the entire day. By 2 in the morning, I was growing restless. I couldn't sleep. I wanted her beside me. I wanted to sleep like I had slept yesterday with her.

I was in a state of dilemma, contemplating whether I should run away from her or run to her. I heaved a sigh of dejection as I chose the latter.

I grabbed my pillow and sauntered towards her door. It wasn't locked and I decided to knock like a gentleman before barging in.

She would let me sleep with her. Right?

I knocked at her door a couple of times when there was absolutely no movement from inside. Was she asleep? I was about to turn back when the door was pulled open by her.

I looked at her with admiration. She looked beautiful even when she woke up. She waited for me to say something as her eyes lingered over the pillow in my hand.

"I can't sleep." I professed. For a second I thought that she was checking me out. I almost smirked when she asked "So?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Sleep with me." I said the obvious as her eyes widened in shock. "Not again." She groaned as she began to shut the door at my face but I pushed it open with my hand.

"Wait.. Wait..Uhh.. What about my wish?" She looked at me in confusion. "You said 'sleep with me for now' and I did. Now that wish is done." She pointed out.

"Nooo. I said 'for now sleep with me'. There is a difference." I smiled smugly and she looked at me as if she couldn't believe a word I said.

"It's the same thing Humza." She rolled her eyes at me and I found it adorable.

"It's not. Don't change my words. I know what I mean. My first wish was for you to sleep with me daily." I smirked. "You are unbelievable. I am not playing this wish wish game with you anymore." She groaned making me smirk all the more.

"We will see. Now will you please move. I need to sleep. My back is paining." I pushed the door open and she let me in immediately. I looked at my old bed and plunged on it as soon as I detached my shirt again. "Why is your back paining again? Didn't you apply the ointment?" She asked me, her voice laced with concern as she sat beside me on the bed.

"I don't know why it's paining. Maybe Because of the journey. Now please sleep." I almost ordered her tugging her arm towards me. She yanked it away immediately.

"Okay." Was her small reply before she lowered herself down beside me. This time we both were facing each other. She then placed the pillow between us again. "Can we stop pretending that we won't be in each other's arms by the morning." I groaned as I grabbed the pillow and pushed it behind me.