Khaani FF: Mera Dushman Mera Ishq chapter 13 page 7 (Urd/Eng) upd - Page 2

Thank You for this. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to read sth on the Iconic Mir Hadi and Khaani ❤️

I will start reading it soon,

Originally posted by: SteFanSalvaTor

Thank You for this. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to read sth on the Iconic Mir Hadi and Khaani ❤️

I will start reading it soon,

Thanks....please don't forget to comment after you finish each chapter. It will mean a lot to me.

Bkmrk. Can't wait to read

Originally posted by: Sofna

Bkmrk. Can't wait to read

Thanks..make sure to give your feedback on each chapter ☺️

Oooh! This character of Shaista Begum is very intriguing. Liking the thought you have put into creating this complex family dynamics. All the characters are coming across as grey and layered.

I understand your choice of using Urdu dialogues. Could you please add an English translation within brackets along with the Urdu conversations?

Originally posted by: twerping

Oooh! This character of Shaista Begum is very intriguing. Liking the thought you have put into creating this complex family dynamics. All the characters are coming across as grey and layered.

I understand your choice of using Urdu dialogues. Could you please add an English translation within brackets along with the Urdu conversations?

I have something in mind for my readers who are more comfortable in English let's see if it works out in the next chapter. Do watch this space on 28/10. Will be posting the third chapter and the first meeting of Hadi and khaani

*Please excuse the joined words. Published from laptop for the first time

Chapter 3 (Urdu. Scroll down for English)

Once settled at home Khaani threw herself into Sarim's election campaign. She spenther days at the party office interacting with the party workers, going overtheir campaign iterinary with Ahmed, Sarim's friend and unofficial campaignmanager and going through voters opinions and polls on social media. After onesuch hectic day, Khaani threw herself on the bed talking to her mother on thephone. "Bhai ke campaign ki taiyaari kaisi chal rahi hai Khaani?".Khaani yawned and replied,"Hectic. Mujhe to baithne ka time hi nahi milta.Aur Sarim aur Dad ka schedule to mujhse bhi zyada hectic hai. Press meetings,party meetings, social gatherings pata nahi kaha kaha jana padhta hai voters kesupport ke liye.". Sonya replied,"Waise mujhe iss baat ki khushi haike tum waha ho usko support karne.". "Thank God, main yaha hu.",Khaani replied earnestly. Her serious tone puzzled Sonya. "Kya baat hai?Tum kuch pareshan lag rahi ho.",she asked concerned. Khaani realised therewas no point in hiding the truth from her mother. "Mom", Khaanisaid,"Sarim yaha pe bohot khush hai, Dad aur Nayeema aunty usse bohotsupport karte hai...lekin iss ghar mein aur log hai jo shayad usse yaha dekhkar khush nahi hai.". "Tum apne Daadi ki baat kar rahiho?",Sonya asked. Khaani shook her head and replied,"Nahi maintaayi-ammi aur taaya-abbu ki baat kar rahi hu. Mujhe lagta hai Sarim ke partyjoin karne se woh samajte hai Abul ke political career aur uske party ke andarposition par asar parega. Taayi-ammi ne to baato hi baato mein yeh tak keh diyake Abul party ka future hai...aur iss baat pe kisine unse kuch nahi kaha. Humcousins mein sabse bada Sarim hai toh party ka agla chief usse hona chahiye naMom?". Sonya remained silent. If she had her way, Sarim would've not beena part of the party at all. He would have been safe in New York with her. Sonyaasked,"Toh iss baat par Sarim aur tumhara Baba ka kya reaction tha?."Khaani rolled her eyes, "Dad ne koi reaction nahi diya. Aur aap Sarim kojaanti to hai. Woh kitna seedha hai usse tehre log aur unki tehri baatein nahisamajh mein aati. Woh sabko apne jaisa samajhta: straightforward aurgood-natured.". "Iss liye to main chahti thi ke tum Pakistanjao",Sonya said,"Sarim dil ka bohot achcha hai lekin usse waha ke logaur unki chalakiya nahi samajh mein aayegi. Kon kab kaunsi chal chalega ussepata bhi nahi chalega. Tum please uske aas paas ke logo par nazarrakhna.". "Haa mom main-",Khaani stopped at her tracks. She lookedtowards the door. She had the odd sensation of being watched. Quickly butquietly she hurried to the door and opened it. Nobody was there....save for afreshly distinguished cigarette butt on the floor.

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Khaani came down to find Sarim at thedining table. Khaani smiled and said,"Achcha hai tum aaj ghar par dinnerkar rahe ho....warna main to darr gayi thi ke bahar ka khana kha kha kar kahitum beemar na padh jao.". "Main bhi Sarim se yahi keh raha tha",a voice said. Khaani hadn't noticed first. Sarim wasn't sitting alone at thetable. Sitting opposite the head of the table was Abul, their cousin. Standingbehind her chair, Khaani gave Abul a bright smile. "Kaise ho Abul?",She asked pleasantly. He gave her an equally bright smile and said,"Allahka shukr hai..sorry tumhe pehle theek se mil nahi paya...Karachi mein thanomination submit karne.". Khaani nodded and said,"Haan Sarim nebataya tha...waise Sarim hum kab Jaa rahe hai Sibi tumhare nomination papersfile karne?". Sarim replied,"Tum kal khala ke waha se hokar aana...main parso subah tumhe wahi se pick kar lunga.".
"Theek hai",Khaani replied. "Kya baat hai...Khaani",Abulsaid teasingly,"Suna hai bhai ke election campaign mein jee jaan laga rahiho...kabhi humari madad kar diya karo.". Khaani gave a saccharine sweetsmile and replied,"Tumhe mere help ki kya zaroorat Abul...tumhare sir parto alhamdulillah humare Daadi ka haath hai tumhara career to set hai...mehnatto ab mujhe aur Sarim ko karni hai.". Abul frowned at her words. Sarimgave her a sharp look which Khaani ignored. Before Abul could respond to hersnide remark, they were joined by other members of the family.
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Khaani generously applied the red gloss onher lips. She wore a shimmery black cocktail dress from Balenciaga. The dresswas secured by two thin shimmery straps on either sides of her shoulder andended right above her knees, flaunting her toned arms and legs. Khaaniinspected her appearance. Agar Khan Mansion ke kisine mujhe iss haal mein dekhliya, mujhe to khandan se bedakhal kar denge, she smirked and thought. ThankGod, she wasn't at the Khan Mansion. She was at Anji's - her maternal cousin'shouse. Sonya's younger sister's husband was a retired UK ambassador. Eight monthsago, the couple had returned to Pakistan with their only daughter Anjum or Anjias she was known to her close ones. Anji was a second year BBA student at theIslamabad University and one of Khaani's closest friends. Like Khaani, herliberal lifestyle had suffered a major culture shock in Islamabad. And tonightwas one of the those rare nights when both of them can step out of their stuffyjodas and let their hair down.

"I can't believe hum clubbing ja rahehai!", Anji said excitedly. She was standing next to Khaani, her headtilted to her right as she straightened her hair."Exactly",Khaani,"Waise mujhe abhi bhi samaj nahi aa raha Khalaaur Khalu tumhe yaha akela chhorkar Karachi kaise chale gaye?". Anjigiggled and replied,"Unhe emergency mein Karachi Jana tha aur Maine unsekaha mere exams hai kal abhi main kahi nahi jaa sakti. Ab itne short noticemein unhe tum hi mili thi mere saath yaha rehne ke liye.". "Aurtumhare exams?", Khaani asked seriously. Anji just winked at her. Bothgirls threw their head back in laughter.

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Khaani and Anjum entered the club,'Rendezvous', glancing around appreciatively. With the music and ambience theclub exuded, the girls might as well be in a high-end club in New York orLondon. "Nice place yaar!", Khaani yelled amidst the blasting music,looking around appreciatively. "Hai na?!", Anjum yelled back,"Meri class fellow ne bataya mujhe iske baare mein. It is the most happeningparty scene in the city right now!". The girls danced for some time beforeheading to the bar. As they waited for their drinks, Anjum gave Khaani a onceover. "Waise Mann na parega K", she said,"You look hot!".Khaani raised her glass and yelled,"You too, sister!".
"But I am a bit disappointed..I was looking forward to seeing you in thered top! It was my birthday gift aur tumne ek baar bhi pehen kar nahi dikhaya.Upar se tum usko New York bhulkar aayi .", Anjum grumbled, taking a swigof her drink. Khaani shook her head,"Let it go yaar!", her carelessvoice belying her frantic heartbeats as she tried to fight away a memoryof large hands forcefully grabbing her shoulders...and a red top burnt toa crisp....

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It was two a.m in the morning and Khaanihad decided she had enough of partying for one night. Sarim will pick her uptomorrow morning to go to Balochistan and file his nomination papers, she didnot need a hangover. As Anjum shut the door of the passenger seat, Khaani wasabout to start the car when she saw that someone had parked their car rightbehind hers, blocking her path. Khaani rolled her eyes at Anjum, "Kuchlogo mein tameez naam ki cheez hi nahi hai. Tum yahi ruko main aati hu.".Khaani got out of her car. To her surprise, she found an old man with a coupleof guards standing near the other car. "Excuse me", Khaani approachedthe man politely, "Aap please apni car hata de mujhe apni car nikaalnihai". The man answered, "Chabi chhote Mir ke paas hai."."Aur aapke yeh chhote Mir mujhe kaha milenge?", Khaani asked impatiently.The man pointed to Khaani's left. She turned and saw a tall figure, standing atsome distance from them, talking on his phone. Khaani gave an annoyed sigh. Shewent towards the man and gently tapped on his shoulder, who jerked it awayraising a finger in warning. Undeterred, Khaani prodded him again. "Dekhnahi rahe phone par baat kar raha hu!", Mir Hadi snapped angrily withoutturning around. "Gaadi hataye mujhe apni gaadi nikaalni hai! Bohot hibadtameez hai aap!", Khaani yelled back with equal anger. Hadi turnedaround to see the offending stranger who dared call him 'badtameez'. It was awoman and a beautiful one at that. He took off his shades to have a better lookat her. He smirked as he gave her an appreciative glance. Watching him checkingher out from head to toe, made Khaani all the more angrier. Without a word,Hadi cut off his call. He gave Khaani a flirtatious smile,"I am sorrydarling maine tumhe notice nahi kiya.". Khaani stepped forward. Glaring athim, she commanded in a no-nonsense tone "Pehli baat: main tumhari darlingnahi. Aur doosri: apni car hatao mujhe apni gaadi nikaalni hai.". Hadismiled and nodded,"Bilkul karunga... magar itni jaldi kya hai? Abhi to bashum miley hai... abhi to aur bohot kuch hona baaki hai...", He said suggestively. "Kya matlab?!", Khaani snapped, her temper getting the better of her.Clicking her fingers, she said, "Main tumhe last warning de rahi hu.Warna tum jaise roadside Romeo ko kaise theek karte hai yeh main achchi tarahse jaanti hu.". The old man intervened,"Dekhiye, aap tameez se baatkare...aap nahi jaanti yeh kon hai? Yeh defence minister Mir Shah ke bete MirHadi hai.". Hadi, who had expected the girl to cower and apologise for herinsolence was not prepared for what came next. "Oh!", Khaani scoffed,"Tabhimein sochu yeh itne badtameez aur bad-dimag kaise hai...khandani defect maloomhota hai.". Hadi's smile disappeared. No one had dared talk about hisfamily like that. Who the hell was this girl? "Kya bola tumne?",hesnarled. All his good humour gone. He was shaking with anger now. "Sunayinahi diya? Tumhe aur tumhare poore khandan ko badtameez aur bad-dimagbola!", Khaani replied evenly. "Chhote Mir..", the old man triedto come in between but Hadi signalled him to stay out of it. He was going toteach this girl a lesson she will never forget. Hadi took out his gun andpointed at her. For a split second Khaani froze and then ran towards her car.Watching her run, Hadi gave a maniacal laughter and taunted,"Kya huamadam? Ab saari akad bahar aa gayi aapki?". He saw her get in her car.With his gun still raised, he slowly moved forward ,"Waise main normallykhubsurat ladkiyo par goli nahi chalata... magar tumne sher ke munh mein haathdal diya hai...ab bhugatna to parega.". Hadi stopped in his tracks when hesaw Khaani get out of her car, pointing her gun at him. Seeing the gun, thistime the guards tried to intervene but Hadi stopped them again, motioning themto stay out of his fight. With the gun in hand, Khaani walked towards him. Shestopped when she directly facing him Khaani taunted,"Kitni ajeeb baat haina, tumhare guards ko tum par Zara bhi aitbaar nahi hai, iss liye to tumhemujhse bachane aa rahe the.". Taking the safety catch off his gun, Hadireplied evenly,"Bewakoof ladki tum jaanti bhi ho tum bhi ho tum kya karrahi ho?". "Arre", Khaani sparred,"Tumhi ne to bola sher kemunh mein haath daal rahi hu. Magar shaayad tum ye nahi jaante ke jab ek khaanisher ke munh mein haath toh uska dil nochkar bahar phenk deti hai!Main tumheaakhri baar keh rahi hu, apni gaadi hatao aur mujhe sharafat se yaha se jaanedo.". Hadi chuckled and taunted,"Aur yahi pe tumne mujhe apni kamzoridikha di. Aaj Mir Hadi tumhe aisa sabak sikhayega ke tum zindagi bhar nahibhulogi. Aur sabak yeh hai ke: agar gun rakho to usse chalane ki himmatbhi karo.". Saying this, Hadi pulled the trigger, shooting at the groundnear Khaani's right, aiming to scare her. With a scream, Khaani ducked towardsher left. Hadi laughed at her attempt to save herself. "Lagta haitum sirf garajti ho barasti nahi!", he mocked her.

Moments later, a bullet pierced hisshoulder. Khaani had finally taken his lesson to heart. "ChhoteMir!!!", the old man yelled as he and the guards ran towards Hadi, who hadtoppled backwards and fallen on the floor. The guards rounded around him,checking if Hadi was alright. "Mithal", Hadi addressed the oldman,"Woh ladki..(pointing his finger)..usse jaane mat do.". "Jaojaake usko le aao!",Mithal ordered the guards. The guards rantowards Khaani's car but the girl had disappeared into thin air.

Precap: Agar Dad koasliyat pata chal gayi toh? Khaani dreaded covering her face with her hands,Toh kya mujhe sach mein apne attempted rapist se shaadi karni paregi?

Chapter 3 (English)

Once settled at home Khaani threw herself into Sarim's election campaign. She spent her days at the party office interacting with the party workers, going over their campaign iterinary with Ahmed, Sarim's friend and unofficial campaign manager and going through voters opinions and polls on social media. After one such hectic day, Khaani threw herself on the bed talking to her mother on the phone. "How is Sarim’s campaign going, Khaani?". Khaani yawned and replied, "Hectic. I am not even getting the time to sit. Sarim and Dad’s schedule is worse than mine. Press meetings, party meetings, social gatherings…the things you have to do to gain voter support.". Sonya replied,"I, for one, am glad that you are there to support your brother.". "Thank God, I am there.", Khaani replied earnestly.Her serious tone puzzled Sonya. "Why did you say that?.",she asked concerned. Khaani realised there was no point in hiding the truth from her mother. "Mom", Khaani said,"Sarim loves it here, Dad and Nayeema aunty are extremely supportive...but not everyone is happy with him joining politics here.". "Are you talking about your Daadi?",Sonya asked. Khaani shook her head and replied, "No, taayi-ammi and taaya-abbu.I think they feel that Sarim joining the party somehow jeopardises Abul’s standing in the party. On one occasion, Taayi-ammi called Abul the party’s future. Sarim is the eldest among us, so shouldn’t Sarim be the next party chief?". Sonya remained silent. If she had her way, Sarim would've not been a part of the party at all. He would have been safe in New York with her.Sonya asked,"So how Sarim and Baba react to this?" Khaani rolled her eyes, "Dad was completely silent. And you know Sarim...there is not a shy bone in his body. He thinks everybody is just like him: straightforward and good-natured.". "That’s why I wanted you to be there for your brother",Sonya said,"Sarim is too naïve. He does not know how dirty politics can be. Please keep an eye on him.". "Of course mom-",Khaani stopped at her tracks. She looked towards the door. She had the odd sensation of being watched. Quickly but quietly, she hurried to the door and opened it. Nobody was there....save for a freshly distinguished cigarette butt on the floor.

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Khaani came down to find Sarim at the dining table. Khaani smiled and said,"ThankGod! You are finally having some home-cooked food. Otherwise I was worried with all these dinners and gatherings you will be down with food-poisoning."."I said the same thing", a voice said. Khaani hadn't noticed first.Sarim wasn't sitting alone at the table. Sitting opposite the head of the table was Abul, their cousin. Standing behind her chair, Khaani gave Abul a bright smile. "How are you, Abul?", She asked pleasantly. He gave her an equally bright smile and said,"Allah ka shukr..sorry I didn’t get a chance to properly talk to you earlier...I was in Karachi filing my nomination.” Khaaninodded and said," Sarim mentioned it...umm Sarim when are we going to Sibifor filing your nomination?”. Sarim replied, "Day after tomorrow, I will pick you from Khala’s place”.
"Great.",Khaani replied. "So...Khaani",Abul said teasingly,"I heard you have devoted yourself to Sarim’s campaign...I amalso contesting…why don’t you help me too?.". Khaani gave a saccharine sweet smile and replied,"Why would you need my help Abul... alhamdulillah you have Daadi’s support. Consider your seat won...it’s Sarim who has to do all the hard work now.". Abul frowned at her words. Sarim gave her a sharp look which Khaani ignored. Before Abul could respond to her snide remark, they were joined by other members of the family.
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Khaani generously applied the red gloss on her lips. She wore a shimmery black cocktail dress from Balenciaga. The dress was secured by two thin shimmery straps on either sides of her shoulder and ended right above her knees,flaunting her toned arms and legs. Khaani inspected her appearance. If this was Khan Mansion I would have been disowned by now, she smirked and thought. ThankGod, she wasn't at the Khan Mansion. She was at Anji's - her maternal cousin's house. Sonya's younger sister's husband was a retired UK ambassador. Eight months ago, the couple had returned to Pakistan with their only daughter Anjum or Anji as she was known to her close ones. Anji was a second year BBA student at the Islamabad University and one of Khaani's closest friends. Like Khaani,her liberal lifestyle had suffered a major culture shock in Islamabad. And tonight was one of those rare nights when both of them can step out of their stuffy jodas and let their hair down.

"I can't believe we are going clubbing!", Anji said excitedly. She was standing next to Khaani, her head tilted to her right as she straightened her hair. "Same",Khaani,"I still can’t get it. How did you convince Khala and Khalu to leave you all alone and go to Karachi?". Anji giggled and replied, “They needed to go urgently and I told them I can’t come my exams are starting. In such short notice they could only find you to stay the night with me.". "And your exams?", Khaani asked seriously. Anji just winked at her. Both girls threw their head back in laughter.

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Khaani and Anjum entered the club, 'Rendezvous', glancing around appreciatively. With the music and ambience, the club exuded, the girls might as well be in a high-end club in New York or London. "Nice place yaar!", Khaani yelled amidst the blasting music, looking around appreciatively. "Isn’t it?!",Anjum yelled back," My class fellow ne told me about this. It is the most happening party scene in the city right now!". The girls danced for sometime before heading to the bar. As they waited for their drinks, Anjum gave Khaani a once over. "By the way, K", she said, “You look hot!".Khaani raised her glass and yelled, “You too, sister!".
"But I am a bit disappointed..I was looking forward to seeing you in the top! It was my birthday gift and you didn’t even wear it and show me once and you left it in New York.", Anjum grumbled, taking a swig of her drink.Khaani shook her head,"Let it go yaar!", her careless voice belying her frantic heartbeats as she tried to fight away a memory of large hands forcefully grabbing her shoulders...and a red top burnt to a crisp....

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It was two a.m in the morning and Khaani had decided she had enough of partying for one night. Sarim will pick her up tomorrow morning to go to Balochistan and file his nomination papers, she did not need a hangover. As Anjum shut the door of the passenger seat, Khaani was about to start the car when she saw that someone had parked their car right behind hers, blocking her path. Khaani rolled her eyes at Anjum, "Some people have no manners at all. I’ll be right back.". Khaani got out of her car. To her surprise, she found an old man with a couple of guards standing near the other car. "Excuse me",Khaani approached the man politely, "Can you please park your car elsewhere, I need to take my car out". The man answered, "The keys are with Chhote Mir.". "Where is your Chhote Mir?” Khaani asked impatiently. The man pointed to Khaani's left. She turned and saw a tall figure, standing at some distance from them, talking on his phone. Khaani gave an annoyed sigh. She went towards the man and gently tapped on his shoulder, who jerked it away raising a finger in warning. Undeterred, Khaani prodded him again. "Can’t you see I am on a call!", Mir Hadi snapped angrily without turning around. "Can you please move your car I need to take mine out! Seriously!!! I haven’t come across anyone this ill-mannered!", Khaani yelled back with equal anger. Hadi turned around to see the offending stranger who dared call him 'ill-mannered '. It was a woman and a beautiful one at that. He took off his shades to have a better look at her. He smirked as he gave her an appreciative glance. Watching him checking her out from head to toe, made Khaani even angrier. Without a word, Hadi cut off his call. He gave Khaani a flirtatious smile,"I am sorry darling…didn’t see you there.".Khaani stepped forward. Glaring at him, she commanded in a no-nonsense tone"First of all: I am not your darling. Secondly, you need to move your carI need to take mine out.". Hadi smiled and nodded, "Sure... but whats the hurry? We just met...", He said suggestively. "What do you mean?!", Khaani snapped, her temper getting the better of her. Clicking her fingers, she said, "Mind your language, this is my last warning. Or else I will teach you a lesson a Roadside Romeo like you will never forget.".The old man intervened, "Please mind your language. Do you even know who he is? He is our Defence Minister Mir Shah’s son Mir Hadi.". Hadi, who had expected the girl to cower and apologise for her insolence was not prepared for what came next. "Oh!", Khaani scoffed,"Oh! No wonder, he’s so ill-mannered and arrogant. Must be a family disease.". Hadi's smile disappeared. No one had dared talk about his family like that. Who the hell was this girl? "What did you say?",he snarled. All his good humour gone. He was shaking with anger now. "Didn’t you hear? I called you and your entire family ill-mannered and arrogant!", Khaani replied evenly. "Chhote Mir..", the old man tried to come in between but Hadi signalled him tostay out of it. He was going to teach this girl a lesson she will never forget.Hadi took out his gun and pointed at her. For a split second Khaani froze and then ran towards her car. Watching her run, Hadi gave a maniacal laughter and taunted, "What happened madam? Where did you disappear with that attitude of yours?". He saw her get in her car. With his gun still raised, he slowly moved forward,"Normally I don’t shoot pretty women.. magar tumne sher ke munh mein haath dal diya hai...so now you have to pay.". Hadi stopped in his tracks when he saw Khaani get out of her car, pointing her gun at him. Seeing the gun, this time the guards tried to intervene but Hadi stopped them again, motioning them to stay out of his fight. With the gun in hand, Khaani walked towards him. She stopped when she directly facing him Khaani taunted,"See…even your guards don’t trust you that’s why they are trying to save you from me” Taking the safety catch off his gun, Hadi replied evenly,"You stupid girl, do you have any idea what are you even doing?"Arre",Khaani sparred, "Sher ke munh mein haath daal rahi hu. Where I come from there’s an old saying: Jab ek khaani sher ke munh mein haath toh uska dil nochkar bahar phenk deti hai! I am telling you for the last time: move your car and let me go!”. Hadi chuckled and taunted, "And that’s where you have shown me your weakness. Let Mir Hadi teach you a lesson you will never forget. The lesson is: If you have the guts to carry a gun then make sure you have the guts to pull the trigger.". Saying this, Hadi pulled the trigger, shooting at the ground near Khaani's right, aiming to scare her. With a scream, Khaani ducked towards her left. Hadi laughed at her attempt to save herself. "Looks like you are all bark and no bite!", he mocked her.

Moments later, a bullet pierced his shoulder. Khaani had finally taken his lesson to heart. "Chhote Mir!!!", the old man yelled as he and the guards ran towards Hadi, who had toppled backward and fallen on the floor. The guards rounded around him, checking if Hadi was alright. "Mithal", Hadi addressed the old man, "That girl..(pointing his finger)..don’t let her go."."Go! Bring that girl here!", Mithal ordered the guards. The guards ran towards Khaani's car but the girl had disappeared into thin air.

Precap: What if Dad finds out the truth? Khaani dreaded covering her face with her hands, What if he forces me to marry my attempted rapist?

Next update to be on 11/11/22