Chapter 4
The kids and Zain were sitting in the backseat of the car. Sleep was evident in their eyes. Without any hesitation, Farheen sat on the lap of Zain. She surrounded his neck again with her arms and put her head on his chest.
"Papa, If I get to sleep, won't you leave me again in Aunt Saliha's house?" she was fighting sleep only because of that fear.
"No. I won't." Zain replied. But inside he was regretting why he brought that little girl with him. She could be another headache.
Listening to his reply, Farheen hummed and slept. Arham had already slept on his father's side. Zain adorningly creased his son's cheek. For how long, he was waiting for that moment?
He counted every second and minute of separation, just to punish the person who separated him from his son.
A wave of indifference passed through his face.
Soon the gigantic mansion came into view. He brought the new mansion into the new city. All old memories were burnt in the old place.
The new mansion was more magnificent and extravagant compared to the previous one.
He came out of the car with sleepy Farheen in his arms. Osama carried the sleeping Arham. He looked with a frown at Zain. That frown was directed to Farheen.
Zain just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Both men went inside to be welcomed by Asma Khala.
She instantly rushed and creased Arham's face and head. Tears sprung from her eyes.
"Our little master." She sniffled. His little giggles resonated in her ears. What a blessed time it was.
But seeing Farheen, her reactions were more intense than Osama's.
"Zain's who is she?" she was too much surprised.
He handed over Farheen to another maid and instructed her to take Farheen to Arham's room and let Arham sleep in his room. Another servant took Arham from Osama's embrace.
Zain was going out when Asma stopped him.
"Zain, where are you going now? It's already late." She was worried and anxious.
"To start something." He replied in his deadpan voice, and then he left.
A wave of horror passed through Asma's face. She knew exactly what he was about to start.
She placed her hand on Osama's wrist.
"Osama! Stop his madness right now. It won't end well for him either. There are many other ways to punish her. Hand over to the police." She requested.
The features on his face clenched and darkened. He gripped a bit strongly her mother's hand which was placed earlier on his wrist, and then traced on his scar.
"This was not given to me by a police officer." He gritted and went upstairs. Their wounds of the past did not heal yet.
Asma sighed and rubbed her hand on her wrinkled face. The coming days were not going to be smooth. They are seeing the suffering of only one woman, but along with many would suffer too, including Zain. But he was not ready to recognize that fact, yet.
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The effect of the sedative was washing from Ayzel's body. She was struggling to open her eyes. Finally, her eyes got the strength to open themselves. She blinked them to adjust to her surroundings.
She was in a dark room, with little source of light.
She tried to sit up, only to find that her hands were tied.
The dangling sound of chains resonated in her ears. Her feet were caged and surrounded by heavy iron chains. The weight of the combined chains would be more than her weight.
"Look, Look, who is waking up? The Ugly creature!" Zain's dramatic voice sought her attention.
Where the endearment " my beautiful lady" was gone?
With big eyes, she looked at him. He was in the same attire. Even his hands were clad in black leather gloves. There was a wooden stick in his hands, the ends of the stick were covered with steel caps.
"You did not have to put that much effort to bring me here." Said Ayzel. What did he know, she was more than ready to be with him and endure his punishment.
"just say, I like to Abduct you." He grinned. He lifted her face by the chin with the aid of a stick.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Zain how are you?" the vulnerability could be seen in her eyes. Anyone could see the love for her husband in her eyes. Except, the husband himself. As he was blinded by the rage of revenge.
"Oh, oh, don't you worry about my, ugly creature. I will be in my best state after grilling you." A smirk was never leaving his face. He circled the stick on her face.
"I won't ask you the same, as you are in the perfect state I was wishing, mopping the floors." He laughed.
"But. I was not expecting you in that condition. Rather you should have been with your boyfriend Sameer and had 2 to 4 pups, why did it not happen? "
"ZAIN!" his that accusation angered her. "I will endure your every torture and insult but don't you associate me with him. I was never involved with him in that way. I am still your wife. And I have some moral values." She was fuming.
Indeed she always had high moral values. But if someone had forcefully crushed them, it was not her fault.
"Was not you my wife, when you backstabbed me? Huh! Your boyfriend brought the divorce papers but I never signed them. It was you who was dying to have a divorce." He was burning in anger more than her.
"I don't know anything about it. If anyone had brought these papers in front of me, I would have taken my life rather than signing those foul papers." There was a determination in her voice and eyes.
Zain lifted his eyebrow in astonishment.
"Okay, let's come to an important question that I am dying to ask you." He joined his hands together and placed the union of middle fingers below his chin.
Pure evilness danced in his eyes.
"Did you find out the truth behind the name of "Tehmina Ali"?" His face showed an evil excitement.
A new set of hot fresh tears flowed from her eyes. That was the harsh reality that killed her many times and was still killing her.
"Yes." She uttered with difficulty. A lump formed in her throat.
"Share it with me, too. My dear enemy. Let me confirm whether you know the right truth or not." He grinned like a pure evil.
"It was..it was the name..of your stepmother. Tehmina Ali was the name of your stepmother. " it was the misunderstanding that made her pay a million times.
"BRAVO, My Dear ENEMY, BRAVO. Right answer." Zain clapped. "You have won a million-dollar punishment." His voice was laced with venom.
If only Zain had told her that time, that it was the name of his stepmother, she might not have done it, but what had done has been done.
It was a misunderstanding of a name, that brought a bitter expression on his face that day. He could even tell her the truth behind that name, the day he was locked behind bars. But he did not.
But saying it now would justify her mistake and wrong Zain. And she did not want that. What happened, she only considered herself responsible for that.
" And when did you find out that?" he said in a mocking tone faced with faked seriousness.
"Sooner than your imagination." She replied staring into space. How could she forget the day, she found the truth?
"Where is your boyfriend?" all nonsense was gone from him and replaced by mad anger.
"Zain! He is not my.." but she stopped. It was no use arguing with him. "I don't know where he is, maybe rotting in a hell! But I don't know where he is." She told him with utter anger and yelling.
The name of Sameer was bringing disgust to her.
"Liar..but don't worry, I would drag him out of any hell, where he is rotting. He had to pay the visit of my hell first." He scoffed at her.
Go, try your luck. Ayzel did not have any interest in Sameer's discussion.
For many minutes no words were exchanged between them. Both gazed at each other faces.
But the words of Ayzel which broke the silence caused a stir in his heart.
"Zain before you start anything, I want to say something. I want to apologize. I am truly sorry for my mistake or you can say my sin. In oblivion, I did a thing that no remorse or guilt would be enough to compensate for it. So whatever you do with me I will endure it. But I was not disloyal to you then and not now." she poured her heart out.
He paused for a moment. Might his heart would turn?
But no.
He started laughing like a demon.
"Oh, my ugly creature. It's not up to you to endure my torture." He said pushing the stick on the center of her collarbone.
"Your pain and suffering will compensate for your sin. And I would make sure of it." He gritted and then left her, in complete darkness.