"You are not teaching me properly that's why I am not getting it, Zarar."
His forwarding steps towards the study room halted at the place on listening to the irritating voice of Hadia.
He peeked in the lounge and found her sitting on the twister sofa right in front. Her bodyguard, Zarar, was sitting near her. He was helping her in her studies.
It's his order that Zarar will help her in her studies.
But he doesn't like it a bit seeing her sitting like this with someone else today.
"Ma'am, first it was sir Wadan who used to help you that's why you are not getting my teaching."
He was talking with her in a very polite manner. It was a Wadan order.
Listening to the name of Wadan from his mouth had made Hadia clench her lips. On that incident, she was still angry with him.
How painfully he jerked her away from himself, she can't forget it.
"Ma'am what happened? Why do you become silent?"
Zarar had to call her on noticing her becoming silent. Wadan standing at the door can clearly feel her silence upon mentioning his name.
"You go Zarar, your today's duty is finished. I will teach Hadia."
Before that she responds to him something, she turned her neck back on Wadan's voice. He was standing near with her sofa.
After receiving the order, the guard left from there. Now only both were left in the lounge.
"Here, show me. What are you not getting?"
He sat near her on the twister sofa. He picked up the book from the table and looked at it.
"No thanks. You leave it. I will learn it by myself."
In annoyance, she was about to raise from her place when his strong hand grabbed her delicate wrist.
"Sit Hadia, when I am telling you I will teach you."
Now his tone becomes strict. And with a jerk he made her sit very close to himself.
Hadia's heart started thumping unevenly on feeling his strong hand hold on her wrist. And on top of that his too much proximity was making her lost himself.
She is angered on her heart which can't stay sad from him for a long time.
"Now I am not feeling like studying. I will learn it later on."
She diverted her eyes from him. Remembering his audacity of that day has made her face instantly turn red like a tomato because of shyness.
"You don't feel or you don't want to study from me."
Putting her book back on the table and holding her by her arm, he pulled her closer to himself.
Now there was hardly any space left between both.
No matter how hard he tries to stay away from her but he can't make his heart understand this which always yearns to get near to her.
Hadia was also getting nervous on his coming closer to her. The scent of men's perfume exuding from his body and feeling his warm breathing on her face made her forehead becomes sweaty.
"You told me to stay away from you."
Controlling her unsteady breathing, she hardly made herself speak.
Wadan smiled at her saying and moved more closely to her to hide his face in her hair.
On his this act, Hadia becomes motionless in her place. She harshly fisted her fist upon feeling his warm breathing on her neck.
It feels to her that she forgets to take a breath. Her legs become jelly and started shivering.
But he was unaware of Hadia's condition as he was hiding his face in the crook of her neck inhaling the scent of her hair in himself.
"Did you change your shampoo? It smells differently?"
Ignoring her answer, he said hoarsely while his face was hidden in her hair. He was still in his that position making her lose herself.
Perhaps they both forget what they were actually talking about.
"Yes, I...... I newly ordered on Eid (the muslim festival)."
His question was beyond Hadia's expectations. And on top of that, his hoarse voice was further accelerating her heartbeat.
She hardly made herself to saying by licking her dry lips. He moved away on listening to Hadia's answer.
Now he held her both hands to inhale its scent in himself. Her delicate hands trembled in his strong hands.
She was in a state of astonishment and disbelief, noticing his every movement. He was the one who used to distance himself and today he himself came near to her.
"You smell the same as before. It means you didn't change your body wash."
Now his deep black eyes were fixed on her. Don't know what was there in his gazing that made her feel shackled.
He can discern her scent.
But why is he keeping her in distance from himself? This thing was really hurting her.
"Yes, I didn't change it."
Her voice was so low that he wouldn't have listened to it if he wasn't sitting close to her.
"Good..... You keep on using that shampoo. It's good. But its scent is nicer."
Now he gets up from his place instructing her. On his raising this way immediately made Hadia feel herself void.
"Alright."
With lowered head, she was only able to say this.
"And yes, one last thing."
While going away, he instantly turned back. And this time Hadia looked up at him whose eyes were fixed on the book that was on the table.
"You are doing well with yourself by keeping yourself away from me."
He didn't stop after saying this and she just kept sitting there looking at his back. She wanted to ask him whether she was also doing well to him by keeping herself away from him.
But he didn't give her any opportunity and dashed out from there.
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"Do you know what nonsense you are speaking? If this news turns out false then what I am going to do with you, you can't imagine this."
In a moment, he lost his cool on listening to his man. His rage can be justified after all the news was also mind-blowing.
"I know Khan, but the news is hundred percent accurate. Wadan did nikkah with Hadia."
Kareem said looking at his master who was trying to control his rage after listening to this news.
"It shouldn't have happened, Kareem. This Wadan ruined my whole plan by doing nikkah with Hadia."
He raised from his place by tightly clenching his fists.
"How many years I have been waiting for this moment, one slight mistake from Wadan and Hadia will be in my grasp but this Wadan overstepped me as always."
He threw away the file from the table.
"Alas, I am regretting Kareem at that night I didn't let that boy take Hadia. Or she should have died like her mother then I wouldn't have to wait so long for this property."
Till now he was regretting his mistake. Because of his one mistake, he has to wait for so many years.
"Khan, at that time you didn't know that what you want is with a three-year-old child. So you are not at fault in all this."
For years, Kareem is a loyal man. He is equally partnering with him in his every good and bad deed.
"Your man is right in saying, Khan Sahib."
Now his lawyer who has been sitting silently for a long addressed them both. On his voice, Khan, and Kareem both attention diverted towards him.
"From earliest, all the property was in her name. And if we tried to transfer the property on her will or against her will then it will all go to the trust. So there was no use in getting Hadia. Your brother very cleverly made all this planning before dying."
His lawyer was now standing right in front of him.
"There's nothing new in this. I know all this. Tell me the solution to this issue."
He was quite angered on his lawyer saying. His mind was already mad and second, his lawyer talking was further raising his fuming.
"If you finish Hadia in all this, then your work will become easier."
His lawyer's evil mind was working cleverly. While on his saying, Khan raised his brow and gazed at him.
"Say it clearly what do you want to say? I don't like confusing talks."
Now he becomes seated in his place and said with an expressionless face.
Now Kareem was also fully attentive toward them.
"If you want all her property then kill Hadia. Your work will become easier. We just have to prove that she has died. Then everything will belong to you."
He said very satisfyingly and seated in the chair right in front of Khan.
And after listening to his lawyer, it was the first time when an evil smile appeared on Khan's face.
"You know Kareem, what you are supposed to do."
Now he looked at Kareem standing in front of him and laughed wickedly.
"If you reconcile with me easily from the very first day then your daughter shouldn't have to be killed like you."
He addressed his brother, who was murdered by him years ago because of his property, in his thoughts.