《Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔》chapter 20
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hai
Dil se hota hai shuru
Kabhi khud se, kabhi khuda se, kabhi zamaney se laara hai,
phir bh sar py charha hai.."
Ibtihaj's p.o.v
I opened my eyes with slight pain in my neck and found myself leaning over door.
All the events of last night flashed in front of my eyes.
Last night I had a fight with some goons who were trying to molest a girl.
My ki d was busting with anger and then I saw someone whom I least expected to see.
Hassan Niazi was standing with his P.a.
All his relations with Anfal started roaming in my mind and I needed up punching him.
At that instance Adnan approached me and took me with him to his car.
I didn't know what was my feelings. Why it was making me angry thinking about him and Anfal being together?
I went home late after completing my pending work and saw Anfal pacing in launch.
As soon as she approached me she started examining me with concern in her eyes.
Everything about her seemed fake.
I yanked her away after a heated argument and left for my room.
I was about to close the door when she came with first aid box.
When I ignored her and kept on closing door she pit her hand in between.
At that time I was filled woth rage thinking about the smirk that Hassan had on his face. He surely didn't know me but I knew that he won't stay unfamiliar with for long time now. He will surely stalk me.
I was in my thoughts and dodnt feel that I was grinding her hand in between.
She was crying and withdraw her hand.
I closed door at her face.
Her teary eyes flashed in front of my eyes and I sat down leaning on door sighing heavily.
I stood up and went towards washroom to freshup.
After showering I set my hair and tied a handkerchief loosely around ny busted knuckle and opened my door to went out.
Just then a frame fell down as soon as door opened.
I looked at her who opens her eyes whinning and rubbing her head which collided with ground previously.
Her hand was red with dried blood.
I averted my gaze.
She put kit on table beside door and went out.
I sighed and took bandage from kit and started bandaging my hand.
After bandaging my hand I went downstairs and then directly to kitchen .
My steps halted on door when I saw Anfal hiding behind kitchen counter and peeking on Rashda apa our senior housekeeper and worker who was pouring strawberry shake in glass.
She first filled whole glass with strawberry shake and when she was about to fill other one the jaw got emptied after filling quarter of glass.
She sighed and filled thecremaing part of glass with water shaking it.
She was about to drink it when Anfal came out of counter and hugged her from behind.
"Assalam o alikum apa!!! "
Apa smiled at her answering her Salam.
"Apa can you please give me water!!"
Anfal said
"But I had made strawberry shake for you!!"
"But I want water first!!"
Anfal said and apa went towards fridge.
I frowned witnessing it but my frown replaced by shock when she took that glass which was almost filled woth water instead of shake and gulped it down while making faces.
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"Anfal??"
Apa shouted coming back.
"What apa? I changed my mind and drank shake first. Now take this and drink yours!!!"
She shrugged grinning and ran out taking water bottle from apa.
She didn't see me cause I hide behind door.
I sighed looking at her jumping frame.
What this girl actually is??
I shrugged my thoughts and went towards warehouse.
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I was checking some files when someone knocked on door.
" Come in!!!"
I shouted and door opened revealing Sami.
"Sir!!! The reports of medicines which we sent laboratory for testing had came."
He said giving me an envelop.
I took reports and unfolded it.
"Dammit!!! I was right!!!"
I said slamming fist on table.
" Yes sir!! Those medicines were forgery!! They have been selling such medicines since years and also we got to know that famous Bussinessman Iftikhar Niazi haď a partnership with this company."
"Any news about Murtaza?"
"Yes sir!! He has been spotted with a brunette in a wellknown couple hotel."
"Great!!! Keep an eye on him!!"
I smirked knowing the fact that his wife will snatch all her wealth from him leaving him on streets after listening this.
" Yes sir we are!! Murtaza is nothing without his wife!!"
"Indeed!!! Ask sarim to take pictures and shoot videos of all his illegal acts. They will help us alot!! "
I smiled devilishly.
"Moreover dir there is a parcel for you."
He said putting a grey envelop on table.
"From whom??"
I raised brow.
"Don't know sir!! A man came and have this saying that no one should open it except you and you will get to know who send this after you open it."
Sarim saod and I nodded taking envelop.
"Dismissed!!!"
I said and he left after saluting.
I opened envelop and saw aone pictures in it.
My blood stopped pumping when I saw whose pictures it were.
There were couple of pictures of Anfal and Hassan Niazi.
Some in which they were hugging, some in which they were holding hands, some in which they were eating together and some in which they were laughing.
Rage started filling me up and I threw them aside.
I was about to three a match stick on them when a picture caught my attention.
I blew the match stick and took it.
It was a picture of my restaurant in which Hassan was kissing her cheek while hands were all over her. His body was stuck with her upper body badly.
I threw it back on the pile of pictures with a disgusted look and threw a glowing match stick on those pictures.
I was watching them burning when my phone rang.
It was a private number. I took the call.
" How are you Mr. Usmani?"
Hassan Niazi's devilish voice came from other side.
" Why did you call?"
I roared.
"Oh no Mr. Usmani that's not the way to talk to someone. Well!! I called to know if you liked my goft or not. Anyways I know that you must have loved them. Offcourse who wouldn't love looking at those sexy curves and porcelain skin of your wife? Huh?"
"HASSAN!!!"
I punched table on anger.
" Don't shout!!! And don't forget that I have hundreds of copies of these pictures and I can destroy your reputation with snap of my fingers. You messed up woth wrong person Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani!!!"
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He barked.
" Your are wrong Hassan Niazi!! You can't do anything!! It's you who messed up with wrong person!! And you will get this very soon!!"
I gritted teeth and hung up.
Once again rage filled in my eyes looking at those black ashes.
"Sarim!! We will take all these situations down by our him more operation. Keep the Charlie team ready by morning 6!!"
"Rajar boss!!"
Sarim nodded and I left for home.
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I reached home by 12.
"Bring me a cup of Coffee!!!"
I saod looking at Anfal who opened the door.
She nodded and ran towards the door.
It's not that easy Anfal Murtaza .. ..!!!
I thought and with blank face I went to my room.
" Your Coffee!!!"
I came out of washroom after changing and saw her stabding there.
"Close the door!!!"
I said putting my watch on sode table.
She looked at me wide eyed.
" Are you deaf?? I asked you to close the door!!"
She flinched and went towards door and closed it.
"Now lock it!!"
She was about to turn when I said.
I saw her hands shivering badly and she locked it.
She turned around seizing the corners of her shirt tightly in her fists.
I looked at her from top to bottom while sipping my coffee.
She was literally shivering under my gaze.
I was trying to find out those curves Hassan was talking about.
"Strip!!!"
I said taking last sip of coffee and putting the mug aside.
"Wha....what?"
She stuttered unbelievably.
" Why so shocked baby? Can't I see your sexy curves and porcelain skin??"
I whispered huskily near her ear.
She flinched.
"STRIP NOW!!!"
I shouted and she looked at me with teary eyes.
I felt a ping in my heart but I was too enraged to think straight.
"Let me see too what is that attractive about you that Hassan Niazi can't forget your body!!"
I said venousmly.
She looked at me shocked.
"Didn't not you hear what I said?"
I raised brow and she lowered her head crying.
I averted my gaze.
She slowly took her duppata which was draped around her head tightly and put it around her shoulders.
I was about to stop her when Hassan's barking rang in my ear and I turned towards her and jerked her towards me by holding her arm.
She looked at me with horror.
I pushed her back and she fell on bed.
I undone two buttons of my shirt.
She was about to pull back when I hovered over her.
She was not saying anything but eyes were shouting.
I took her duppata and threw it aside.
A whimper left her mouth.
I knew that she won't scream because anyone can hear us.
" You will remember this night as per your worst nightmare!!!"
I said.
"N..nooo ple.. please!!"
She shoke her head bit u grabbed her face and turned it side wats attacking her neck.
I pinned her hands above her head with my free hand.
A gasp left her mouth when i took her soft flesh in my teeth biting it harshly.
I knew that it will leave marks.
After sucking, biting and kissing brutally at her neck I moved towards her jaw.
Her heavy whimpers and silent pleas brought me out of my trance.
I looked at her face which was wet with teard.
Her nose and cheeks were red with my finger prints on them.
Her hair were all over bed.
She was looking like a mess!! A hot mess!!!
I stood up.
It was enough for her!!
She crawled back putting her hands around her straightening her shirt.
I looked at her neck which had hickeys.
I bent down and uplifted her chin up.
She looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Today I marked you as mine!!! Whenever you will look in mirror, they will memorize you whom you belong to!! It was not love! It was your punishment! I will never love you Anfal Murtaza!! I loathe you! I hate you!"
I said venomously drawing circles on those red marks on her neck and collar bone.
She looked at me and then averted her gaze shedding tears.
I sighed and stood up straight.
She started crying heavily shaking back and forth.
I did my shirt's buttons back and straightened it.
"Stop crying!!! It's not like i made you strip for real!! Be thankful!!"
I said sternly.
She didn't stop.
"Shut up or else I have other ways to make you quite!!"
I said gritting teeth taking steps towards her.
She shoke her head looking at me with horrific expression.
" Then stay quite!!"
I said blankly and she wiped her tears.
She was still sniffing.
I looked at our surrounding and saw bed sheet ruffled badly.
"Set all the things and go back to your room after wards!!"
I commanded and she nodded.
I took my phone and wallet and went out.
I burst into tears as soon as he left room.
I stood up and straightened bed sheet
And left for my room.
I entered in my room and went directly to mirror.
I touched the red marks on my neck.
He was right it reminded me who I am to him and who he was to me.
I slided down on ground and curled up in a ball.
"Why?? Why Ibtihaj?? I still accepted you woth all your flaws but what you did? You believedthat Hassan ignoring the fact that I had changed. I had changed for you!! For you to adore me!! For you to not loathe you!!"
I was crying with hiccups.
Night was passing on and on and I dodnt know when sleep consumed me.
Allah only how much time passed when I heard aowmobe banging on door.
I opened eyes.
" Bhabhi!!!"
Arsh was there.
I quickly wiped my face and draped my duppata properly hiding my neck.
" Yes!!"
I asked with concern looking at Arsh's tensed faced.
" Bhabhi!! Ibtihaj met with an accident."
I stumbled back at his statement.
"We have to go to hospital. He is in critical situation!!!"
Arsh jerked my arm breaking my trance of shock.
Tears started pooling up in my eyes and I nodded and took my shawl and ran after him.
Assalam o alikum my janans !!
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