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The clouds roared, a sign that they would soon begin pouring down as the always chaotic chambeli bazaar was filled with people. It was always raining on this side of the city. Thus, the shopkeepers covered their stalls with plastic ready for the downpour.

Amongst the crowd, the black haired girl wearing red kurti shalwar glided towards the bangles stall across the roadside dragging along a tired looking curly haired four-eyed girl cladded in short frock with jeans.

"Pyaar ki barish." Gule chirped, her thick black strands drenching wet under the rain water constantly falling on top. Her silk dupatta absorbed the water making the material feel heavier over her shoulders.

"Ho gaya tumhara? Ab chalein wapis?" Radwa, her best friend, whined trying to cover her head with her arm under the rain. Her glasses on the bridge of her nose dripping water droplets. Her curly strands were now fully wet and straight, her head already spinning with the thought of the bomb which would explode in them later if not dried properly.

"You're so boring. Thora tou enjoy karny do mujhy." Gule's brown eyes wondered over the stall of colourful bangles. They finally caught sight of the set of red ones and she cheerfully pointed at them. "Yeh wali chooriyan dy dein."

The rain grew faster increasing Radwa's impatience. They were both fully wet by now. Her view was blurry and her wet clothes were uncomfortable in every possible way. Gule seemed completely unbothered enjoying the weather. She'd even look at the sky with her eyes open which seemed like something physically impossible to Radwa in the natural shower of the clouds.

Gule wore the bangles, half on each arm, and jingled them together. "Kesi lag rahi hein?"

"Bakwas! Ab tumny apni chaand raat mana li ho tou chalein?" Her best friend taunted, ready to strangle her with those bangles.

"Acha acha. Tum tou aisy bol rahi ho abhi mujhy reer ky ly jao gi." Gule joked, interlinking their arms as Radwa quickly jerked away as if electroded.

"Cheepko mat." She complained making Gule shake her head. They started walking with Gule bumping their arms against each other with every step to annoy her. Radwa took off her glasses and clutched them in her hand.

She soon broke into chuckles trying to avoid Gule's arm and started running to avoid her with a laughing Gule right behind. The bazaar didn't have many people and they were almost by the end now.

Radwa spotted a black cat close to the end of the bazaar road interlinked with the street. She stopped running but Gule kept the chase and under her dangling wet shalwar, sticky kurti and a heavily drenched dupatta, she wore simple chappals whose glue wasn't strong enough to stick in the pouring rain with all her running.

One of them gave up tearing apart and coming off her foot as she stumbled forward and let out a scream when a fast pacing motorbike almost crashed straight into her. She shut her eyes screaming out loud and fell on her knees.

The rider took a swift side cut, pulling the bike away by an inch as the weight fell on the opposite side causing it to come crashing down. The man behind him cursed loudly rolling off the bike.

With his helmet still on, he balanced his bike back up checking for any scratches. The cussing man was being ignored as he ran a hand down his face, over the short beard which made him look mature. His eyes landed on the whimpering cat near his feet and he jumped away.

"She injured the cat!" He shouted pointing at the girl who had fallen in their way. The cause of the whole catastrophe. He looked over at her, his eyes growing larger recognizing the face. She was now back on her feet, with another seething face staring him down.

The man riding the bike took off his helmet, running a hand through his dark long hair to pry them away from his face, the water making contact with his dry skin and dampening it.

Gule looked up from her broken chappal lying on the road, her foot fell limp on the wet ground as she watched the view right before her eyes.

Black boots. Black jeans. Green PUMA shirt tightly sticking to his body. He was tall - very tall. He was lean, but packed with muscles. Broad shoulders, thick arms, trimmed waist. This man probably resided in the gym.

Finally, her eyes grew wider landing on his face. A sharp chiseled jaw, wide mouth, pointed nose and the most beautiful pair of amber eyes. She'd never seen such attractive features before. His eyes were a unique colour. Like incomparable. Her heart was racing fast just by looking at him.

Kya khoobsoorat banda hai ya Allah please make him mine. Her brain instantly begged.

The shopkeepers and three passerbys surrounded them to help sort out the accident.

"It's bleeding." The bearded man cried out watching the pool of water turn red near where the cat was lying. "This woman is the cause." He accused.

"He's clearly lying." She accused back, clutching her glasses and pointing a finger at him.

"She's clearly blind." He pointed, rolling his dark brown eyes.

"I'm clearly innocent." She drew back, her new bangles mingling and tingling as she raised her hands.

"It's clearly dying." He spoke in a deep low voice, stepping towards the cat.

"Genuine." His partner replied.

He cocked his head to the side, water droplets dripping down his chin, taking out a white handkerchief from his back pocket. Gently picking the cat up with utmost care, he wrapped it around the wound, the water making it worse.

"Yahan aas paas koi vet hoga?" He asked the men standing there to help. One of them stepped forward and suggested he knew of a place and would take the cat.

While he talked, Gule stood there in one chappal watching him with heart eyes. He was majestic. She noticed the man beside him whispering something to him which made his brows scrunch in confusion.

"If you're done checking him out, let's leave." Radwa pinched Gule on the arm making her wince.

Gule bit her lip, tasting the water residing there. She nodded looking at her useless chappal. Her foot was already dirty with mud, and she let out a horrified gasp noticing a small bloody cut near her ankle. That was bad. She would get scolded for this. Radwa bent forward to look at the cause of her distress.

On the other hand, Shaheer sighed while his hand brushed his hair backwards. "Isska engine bhi injure ho gaya hai." Hunain scratched his beard, shaking his head at the motorbike.

Their plan had already backfired.

".....sab innki ghalti hai. Aisy andhon ki tarah bike chalaty hein..."

He was about to make a call to the mechanic when he heard the annoying blind girl say. Shifting his body and attention towards her, he snorted.

"Sab inn paidal chalny walon ki ghalti hai. Ankhein haath mein liye, andha dhund sarak ky darmiyan chalty hein."

"Oye. Tumsy baat ki hai meiny?"

"Mery baary mein tou ki hai na."

"Tou kuch ghalat tou nai kaha."

"Kuch sahi bhi nai dekha."

They both continued their bickering passing taunts back and forth as Gule's attention diverted back to the man who had unknowingly intruded her mind fully. The rain had stopped pouring by now.

"Suno." She called out when he was done making a call. Since the man who was supposed to be doing it had found a more important task for himself.

"Naam kya hai tumhara?" She wanted to know. She needed to know. She couldn't hold back and asked directly.

His neck tilted her way. Amber eyes slitting straight through her being sending electric shivers down her body. He looked at her. More like studied her.

Long wet black hair, a few strands sticking to her face. Creamy white skin with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, giving her face an innocent look. Squinted brown eyes, so light and unusual, with wet curled lashes. Pink pouty lips stretched to deliver a smile with a row of perfectly pearly whites. She was incredible. A natural beauty.

"Aap sy matlab?" He cocked a brow at her, tightening his jaw. Suddenly, he shut his eyes, turning away to sneeze out loud. He hated getting wet in the rain, rightfully so. He was sensitive to colds.

"Tumhy baat karny ki tameez nai hai tou chup kyun nai kar jaaty?"

"Aap ko nazar nai aata tou chashmein laga kar kyun nai rakhti?"

"Masla kya hai tumhara?"

"Jo aap ka hai."

They both weren't stopping anytime soon. Radwa was burning red with anger and Hunain was enjoying the growing scowl on her face with each of his comebacks.

"Suno." Gule called out again and this time he fully turned towards her with two raised brows.

"Helmet pehen lo, thand lag jaye gi." She was smiling. And glowing. It did something to him he didn't like.

"Aap apna khayal karein." His eyes wondered over her face, before sliding down to her feet. She was barefoot.

She had forgotten it herself, so deep in the moment. She felt exposed under his scorching gaze. Her wet clothes were sticking to her body, marking her curves. The wet dupatta did nothing to cover the shape of her front. Her cheeks burnt hot, flushed in the same colour as her clothes.

Next she knew, he was out of her sight. She quickly took her dupatta, and wrapped it around herself like a shawl to cover the upper part of her body underneath it. He had gone in the bazaar's direction, entering a shop.

She saw him return, walking back in her direction, looking down at the ground. With his eyes casted low, he crouched down infront of her, placing a pair of khussa by her feet. Her breath hitched, heart throbbing inside her chest like never before.

"Pehen lein." He softly murmured and stood up.

Turning away from her, he grabbed his friend by the collar and dragged him backwards as he continued screaming something at a mad Radwa who was shouting back at him.

Gule took off her clean foot from the chappal and put it inside the khussa, before wearing the same unbroken chappal in her dirty foot, and bending down to pick the khussa of that foot up. There was no way she was spoiling it. He bought them for her, after all.

She ran up to Radwa to calm her down, as they turned towards the left and the other two dragged the bike, turning towards the right, both the pairs walking in opposite directions.

Radwa turned to glare back, so did Hunain at the same time.

"Palti kyun?"

"Tum kyun palty?"

They were both dragged back by the two souls beside them, who gave each other one last glance before disappearing from each other's sight.

/her/

"Neelofer baaji!" Gule greeted the working lady upon entering the house, holding her hands and swirling them around, all excited. The older woman held her spinning head.

Radwa entered from behind and after saying a low salam, went straight ahead towards Gule's room. She couldn't be left alone in anger.

"Baba jaan so gaye?" Alerted, Gule asked in a hushed tone.

"Jee, bohut mushkil sy dawai dy kar solaya hai. Aap ka pooch rahy thy, meiny bata diya Radwa beti ky ghar gai hein." The woman responded with a motherly smile.

"Shukriya, baaji. Tussi great ho!" Gule gave her a thumbs up before rushing behind Radwa to her room.

She knew her father was going to give her an earful later when he wakes up in the evening, but she hoped he won't be angry for long this time. She could never guess the reason for his over-protectiveness towards her. Maybe, his health was another factor which added to it.

Upon entering her room, she found Radwa in her closet by the window. The view of the backyard from her window was spectacular. She could see the cleared sky visible with spirals of vibrant colours in a rainbow, which erased all her worried thoughts.

Knowing Radwa was changing into one of her dry clothes, she made her way to the washroom herself to wash her feet before anything.

Soon, they were both done freshening up and back in their dry comfortable clothes. She sat down on the floor cushions near the bed, wearing the khussa in her feet, and staring at them lovingly.

"Kitny pyaar sy kitny pyaary khussay ly kar diye hein." Her heart fluttered at the thought of him.

"Na jaan na pehchan, pyaar sy ly kar diye hein." Radwa copied her tone to mock her. Gule hugged her knees, staring at the simple maroon khussas, golden lace on the corners.

"Itna na ghooro ky hole ho jaye inn mein bhi." Radwa threw the giraffe plushie in her direction.

"Hamesha fazool baat hi karna." Gule caught it, placing the animal on her lap.

"Naam bhi nai bata kar gaya." She pouted disheartened. What could she call him? She couldn't just refer to him as any guy. He was special.

"PUMA!" Her brain cells clicked, as she remembered the shirt he was wearing. "That's what we'll call him."

Radwa gave her a look of disbelief.

"Why do we even need to give him a nickname?"

"Because I like him." Gule said in a duh tone.

"Gul, you've liked every guy you've ever met." Her best friend rolled her eyes, her back against the headboard of the bed.

"Yeh jhoot hai. Other than the fifteen celebrity crushes, I've only ever liked two guys." Gule denied.

"Acha? I remember a longer list though." Radwa grinned.

Both of them knew each other since the first day of school in nursery. Tiny girls meeting for the first time standing in the queue, deciding to become each other's first best friends that very day. Gratefully, their souls were meant to be friends. They had been tied in an unbreakable friendship bond ever since.

"But let me guess, the two you're talking about are," she snapped her fingers together after a deep thought, "Yusuf."

"He was the one in second grade." Gule nodded remembering the old days when they were young and carefree.

"You really changed crushes every day." Radwa shook her head before mentioning a few other names as Gule denied a few, mentioning the funny incidents, they both laughed out at the memories.

"Yeah, if you weren't home-schooled-" Radwa paused, leaving her sentence incomplete. She knew how much Gule had cried in those days.

Back in fourth grade, when her parents separated. Her father fell sick. She was forced to leave school and get home-schooled until university. She hated the idea of leaving everything behind. Her life had fallen apart.

Radwa had seen her best friend break apart. She had seen her cry on multiple occasions, but those days were the worst of all. Life broke her, but she picked those pieces back up and came back stronger.

The girl infront of her right now was a different Gule. But she looked at every piece of her with admiration and respect. She was a fighter. She was so very proud of her.

"I'd probably have twenty two more." Gule laughed, ignoring the sting in her heart. She was over those days. Those days were long gone. She'd never let the hurt come back to haunt her now. Especially let her closed ones feel her hurt, let alone feel it herself.

"And the last one was Idrees." Radwa returned to the topic, diverting their attention back.

"Not him. Don't remind me." Gule covered her face.

"Uff. You really were crazy over Idrees." Radwa chuckled. Their university days were really the best. She got her best friend back with her. "Wo bhi kya din thy."

"Anyways, stop talking about my past now. Let's talk about my present." Gule grinned widely. "They weren't serious. This is."

"What is?"

"Puma yarr." Gule blushed, straightening her legs to get a view of her khussas.

"Oh. Aisa bhi kya khaas tha uss mein?" Radwa asked nonchalantly.

"Tumhy ussky dost sy fursat milti tou tum ussy dekhti na." Gule offensively said.

"Bohut badtameez aadmi tha. Meiny baal noch leny thy ussky." Radwa's anger returned as she frowned.

"Mhm. Itna ghussa tou tumhy aaj tak kisi py nai aaya." Gule wriggled her brows. "Radwa, meri ajwa." She teased her with the nickname Gule always called her by since childhood.

"Over mat ho, Gul." Radwa twisted a strand of her curl in her finger. "I don't support this crush of yours. Usska dost hai, ussi jesa hoga. Jesa dhes wesa bhes."

"Mein tou tum jesi nai hun." Gule stuck her tongue out. Radwa made a face at her. "Very funny."

Gule jumped on the bed, her new khussas still on. "Tou iss mein funny kya tha?" She tickled her knowing she's extremely ticklish. Radwa pushed her away and they began their usual fistfight clash.

"By the way, the girls were planning a day out for the weekend. So should we go for bowling this Saturday?" Radwa asked, both of then were lying on the bed now, staring at the ceiling.

"This weekend is not possible." Gule turned to her side, looking at Radwa. "I've got a new schedule. Night shoot hai, tou rukna pary ga."

Gule worked as a shoe model. Not just any shoe model. Only for that man's company. Because he wanted her to be one. He asked her to do it. The small cut on her foot better heal by the weekend.

"Why do they make random schedules for you?" Radwa complained.

"You know," she sighed, "can't say no to Ruman uncle." That man was her dad's first cousin. He was powerful and rich. He owned all sorts of companies with different brands. She sometimes wondered if he was a corrupt mafia.

"Is uncle scared of him? I wonder if he has something against your family jissy wo dhamki dety hein." Radwa laid on her side facing Gule now.

"Wo tou baba ko aag mein koodny ko kahein gy tou wo bhi kood jayein gy mery baba." Gule said her thought aloud, staring at the wall blankly, realizing how scary the words sounded, yet she had no doubt in what she said. It was true.

Her dad almost worshipped that man. She respected him for what he was, and for the family relation she had with him, but sometimes, she hated the power he held over her life.

She wondered what dirty secrets and deep scars was her dad hiding behind those last words he wrote before her mother left them and he quit being a writer. When he loses his sanity and questions who she is. When he cries and whimpers alone at night in his room.

The day she'd solve this mystery would be the day she'll break free of the shackles tying her to nod at every order of that man in her life.

/him/

In a dirty abandoned old building, which used to be a mall, years ago, until the incident. The fire accident. Which wasn't an accident. But the world didn't know that. There was a secret room in the backmost corner of the fifth floor.

It consisted of weapons, a hacking system, printers with polaroids of targets attached to a board, an old desk with a few chairs and dust everywhere. A hiding place. Two men inside, one pacing around, and the other relaxing on two chairs.

"That ugly piece of shit." Hunain cussed at the man making them wait in the old rusty place.

"Mind your language." Shaheer threw a warning look at him.

"You sound like a strict teacher when you talk like that." Hunain rolled his eyes, unbothered. "Kabhi socha hai wesy teacher banny ka?" He continued in all seriousness.

Shaheer walked towards the broken untouched glass window, the wind making his long hair fly. Memories hitting him like a truck to the gut. They were imprinted in his soul. If he still had one.

A young boy lost in a huge crowd calling out onto his mother, crying frantically. In this very place. Which was an unknown abandoned building now.

"Technically speaking, your existence is a bad influence on innocent lives." He plopped his chin on the palm of his hand, continuing to talk, Shaheer letting his words fall on deaf ears. "Genuine baat hai."

He was right. Shaheer was known as a murderer. He had spent four years of his life in jail. For a crime he hadn't committed. Now, he wasn't afraid of anything. He knew how to deal with every type of human.

He was a blood-thirsty inhumane killer, who brutally murders anyone who tries to wrong him. According to the rumors. Until...

His eyes caught sight of the red light blinking under the desk, and his ears perked up, alerted. He shushed Hunain, whose eyes started darting in every direction to sense the danger.

Taking cautious steps, he realized it was just a hearing device. That man was spying on them and now making them wait for him like they were some lowly employees. He took out his gun, shooting at the device in one go.

Details like these never really mattered before, but now. Now, small mistakes like, letting an outsider in your territory and not staying back to guard a house you built through blood, sweat and tears could be fatal. He learnt that the very hard way. After losing everything he had twice.

"Yeh kya tha?" Hunain placed a hand over his chest dramatically letting his legs fall off the chair. "I thought you shot me."

"Egg-head." Shaheer tucked his gun back, giving a disappointed look towards him who was sitting right next to the table yet failed to notice the device. "How are you even in this line of work?"

"I am a hacker. I don't appreciate violence." Hunain scoffed. "Jojo."

"I told you to stop calling me that." That pissed Shaheer off and he knew it. He started calling him that when he found out his full name. Junejo. Jojo.

"Fine. I'll call you heer then?" He got back into his comfortable position, mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Stick to the first one." Shaheer hissed.

"Sure, jojo. As you wish." Hunain laughed out loud.

They both had met fourteen years ago. When a teenage Shaheer was wandering and he met a boy, taller and three years older than him. He saved him from scammers and protected him like a brother.

When Shaheer went to jail, he tried every possible way to get him out. Till he finally met a man, who was ready to help him out. Although, he had internal motives.

Zarar Ahmed. The owner of the mall which was now a destroyed building of ruins. It was still standing, though none of the glory and beauty had remained. It was such a great loss to his business. He wanted his revenge. So did Shaheer.

The connection between them was recognized by him so he approached the boy with a burning fire of revenge in his eyes. His mother had died in the same fire set in this building. But, she could've been saved. If the man, that Zarar knew of, didn't leave her there.

Shaheer needed to know the man who left her mother to burn to death. Zarar wanted to burn the person who set his hard work on fire.

Destroying the person was both of their goals. But if by keeping the story of his mom's death a secret, Zarar thought he had an upper hand on him, he was so wrong.

Shaheer was playing the game, he was the player. If Zarar thought he was the controller, he could prove him wrong in no time because he was working under no remote control, but by his own choice.

"Zarar." Shaheer carefully watched with keen eyes as the man in suit made his way into the room. He nodded in response.

"I've brought the amount you wanted." He put forward his hand holding the suitcase. One look at Hunain from Shaheer, and he was on his feet grabbing the package and putting it on the table. "The information on his company is in the file inside." He continued.

"Ruman Haider Shah. I want him destroyed." Zarar gritted out, knowing the man infront of him is close to getting the job done.

"I want you to somehow get inside his house." He spoke in an angry voice. Many of his tries had already failed, and he had lost a few of his best spies due to that man. "Past the security system. Beghair kisi shak ky."

"I've already found the perfect way." Shaheer smiled confidently. "Or should I say the perfect prey." His mind replaying the image of the girl in the rain in his head.

They were going to spy on her that day, but was it an unlucky coincident that they ran right into her on the way. As if the universe was giving him a sign that it was her who'd lead him to the end of his mission and he was walking on the right route.

"She is the key to my revenge." He let out, distracted by the image of her wet hair, innocent features, wide smile, playing in his mind on repeat.

"I don't care how you do it. Get the job done and you'll know what you've always wanted to find out." Zarar let his lips curl into an evil smirk. He was about to walk out, when Shaheer stepped in his way.

"Ainda mujhpy spy mat karna." He patted his shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. "Or I'll have to show you who the real boss in this department is." Letting go with a final look, he turned his back towards Zarar who walked out fuming.

//❄︎❄︎❄︎//

"Desperate times ask for desperate measures." Shaheer smacked Hunain's back twice before handing the tool box to him. The rain didn't look like it had any intention of stopping soon. And they had to get the job done.

"Genuine." Hunain rolled his eyes. He was dressed up as the worker from the banner company. They were at the hotel. Following the girl. Stepping in the pouring rain, he shivered feeling the water drench him fully.

Today's plan was to scare her off. As far as they knew, she worked as a model. A thief breaking into her room would mean she needs security. The rest of the plan would come together later.

She was currently on the 4th floor, and it was a hotel consisting of 20 floors. Climbing down the rooftop was risky, since Shaheer had injured the heel of his foot due to a broken glass while practicing kickboxing. And it was raining, rising the danger of slipping.

They were setting up the ladder, at the front side of the hotel, pretending to hold up the banner for an advertisement. The waiting area was right upfront, and the girls there could get a view of them.

Shaheer was dressed in complete black, a black hat on his head, a black mask covering his face. The wetness of the rain could cause the ladder to fall.

"Holy moly." Hunain rubbed his nose, his attention everywhere but the task in hand. "Dekho Sherry, I can't do my job properly with all these pretty ladies ogling at me like that."

"You wish." Shaheer fixed the ladder, tightening it shut when the top reached the balcony of the fourth floor apartment, tossing the metallic object over to Hunain who stumbled to catch a hold of it on time. Clearing the watermarks from his forehead, he cracked the bones of his stiff neck muscles.

"Oye! I have the looks." He countered gaining back his cool posture, pretending as if the rain wasn't bothering him at all.

"You lack the most important thing though." Shaheer relaxed his shoulders now.

"What is that?"

"A likeable personality."

"Ouch. That was harsh."

"Just a reality check."

With a shake of head, he shook the ladder to check the strength. It needed to be held tightly from down here when he climbs up or it'll be jumpy causing him to lose grip and balance.

"Concentrate, gadhay." He just started climbing and he felt Hunain's grip loosening. He was quick to gain his composure and hold firmly from below.

Almost slipping twice on the injured foot and balancing himself on time, he reached the balcony. The curtains of the glass window were undone and the view he witnessed had him staggering. The girl was cladded in a big chaddar, standing with her back towards him, on a jaye namaz. She was praying.

Gule felt a piercing stare on her back, making her knees melt with fright. She shuffled her feet. She tried to push the thought aside and concentrate on the task in hand. Why did all the distractions come during prayer?

Shaheer got on the balcony, almost unbalancing a pot of plant placed near where he jumped. He put pressure on his foot, which had started to ache due to cold.

She heard a slight hiss. The hair on her nape stood in shock. Her heart pounded in frenzy then settled to a deep hammer against her chest. She knew someone was there watching.

Saying her salam to end the prayer, she kept sitting in the same position. She exclaimed out of shock when the door was knocked harshly from outside. God, she must be overthinking since it was her first time spending a night in such a place. There was no way someone could break in here. She assured herself.

Folding the prayer mat, she took off her chaddar and replaced it with her dupatta. The knocking on the door grew louder, as she screamed, "Aai."

Shaheer didn't think she could be expecting a visitor so he hid in the corner by the window, under the shed, waiting.

Opening the door, she found the most unexpected person standing there. Sameer. The oldest son of Ruman uncle. He was her second cousin. He was many years older than her, so she never quite talked to him frankly or so. He had no business to be here.

"Are you alone?" He asked, peeking in her room through the opened door. Gule immediately grew uncomfortable, looking at two of his men behind him. Why did he even need bodyguards?

"Y-yes. What are you doing here?" She asked in a strong voice.

"Tumhary liye aaya hun." His face twisted into an evil look, eyes devouring her frame. She shuddered, trying to shut the door as he stepped inside.

"I've waited a long time for you, Gul jaan." He got in, closing the door behind him. Gule felt like puking hearing his words, stepping back inside.

"Sameer bhai. Don't." She needed to escape. Or somehow stop him. But she was too scared, too weak infront of his bulky frame. His large hand got a hold of her dupatta, throwing it away on the floor. She jolted away, her back slamming into the wall. How had she reached the end already?

Her eyes dilated and she lost control of all her common sense and submitted to her fears. She yelled as loudly as her stammering voice could let her as he launched closer with that wicked smirk.

"Back off."

A low growl stopped all movements. Gule's head jerked towards the voice. It was another man. In her room. His wet black shirt fitted him like a second skin. His face was covered. He took off his hat, his silky hair strands falling freely.

Those eyes. She recognized those amber eyes.

"Peeche hat, ullu ky pathy."

He closed the gap between them, his elbow crashing into Sameer's face. She heard a crack, as the older man bent double and howled into his hand, the nose crooked on his face.

But the amber eyed man wasn't finished, he slammed his fist into his cheekbone, hard enough that he fell to the ground, drawing more blood, his body limp. He laid unconscious on the floor now.

His hair fell on his forehead as he bent down to hold her discarded dupatta from the floor.

"Aap theek hein?" He asked stepping towards her, his gaze still on the ground. He raised his hand in the air and Gule's breath hitched, her mind in a frenzy. She slowly moved her shaky hand to hold her dupatta from him. The blood on his knuckles had slid on to his palm. It was her puma.

He slightly pulled up his shirt from the corner and Gule gawked with wide eyes, still in shock. His hand made it's way to his back before showing up with a black gun in her vision. He then looked up, straight into her eyes. She gulped. This was the second time, but she felt the same electric reaction within her body.

In one large step, he was right before her as she clenched onto her dupatta awaiting his next move. He placed a hand on the wall beside her and her jaw dropped a little when he bent forward. This was going somewhere. She was anticipating his next move.

Shaheer moved the gun upwards with the intention of intimidating the wide-eyed girl, not knowing she had already recognized him. He was angry at how things had turned out. He wanted to kill that man for trying to misuse her. He knew she must be scared, but he was here to scare her off, he couldn't lose his purpose.

"You never saw me here." He pointed the gun right under her chin, close enough to scare her out of her wits. But instead, she felt all sorts of feelings other than fear in the pounding of her heart in her chest and the dancing butterflies in her belly. "Understood?"

"You are a deshatgard. And this is a hold up. My heart is your demand. And I am giving it. Before you even ask for it."

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/Author's Note\

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I LEGIT SCREAMED WRITING THE ENDINGGGG SKSKSK GULE'S DIALOGUE HAS MY HEART OML

gurl's a simp pehli mulaqaat sy hi 😭 SHE BE LIKE;

OLALA DIL YAHAN HAI LY LO 🧍‍♀️

anyways , how do y'all like PUMA LMAOAOAOO-

ngl it's a cute nickname nai?

i hope the chap was upto the expectations & y'all enjoyed it & are intrigued to find out HIS REVENGE'S BACKSTORY 👀 & WHAT CONNECTION GULE HAS W IT 😎

until next time , stay safe , take care , mwah !!

( LOML💋💀 )

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