Romance

"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly but she just shivered. Her tongue was tied, unable to utter a word. After what she witnessed him doing, she was sure, she won't be able to utter a word in his dangerous presence.
He slashed someone's throat. That too so easily. He was mercilessly stabbng that knife in his body, without any ounce of fear, regret, guilt. He did that as he was possessed. He looked so scary that by his mere sight, she would want to hide.
"I asked you something," he took a step towards her and she gasped immediately. Her heart wanting to sprout out, pulsating vigorously. She looked back at the door, it was closed. She wanted to run away and then she looked back at him, who now was standing just a few steps away from her.
She promptly stepped back, her eyes getting teary within seconds out of fear.
What to do when you are in presence of a murderer?
"I...I you're....a

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded, her eyes widened with surprise and shock.
Did she hear him right?
What did he mean by that?
Was he serious?
"What are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled.
"Didn't you just say, you'll do anything?"
"But... I," she ran short of words. All surprised and shocked. Not even in her wildest dreams did she expect him to make such a demand.
"But I didn't know you'd ask me to...to ma...marry you," she completed her sentence as if in a shock.
"Then you should have thought before saying that. Now as I told you, stay firm to your words, in this regard, we are getting married tomorrow," he spoke, his dark voice was enough to give no room to further discussion.
"Are you serious?"
"Haven't been this much serious,"
She just shook her head in denial.
"I can't marry you," she told him and saw a frown creasing his brow, that sent her beating organ, shivering.
But this thou

"He won't tell anything to us, Shehryaar" Moosa's brown eyes moved towards Shehryaar who stood beside him. They both looked towards the man, tied to the chair. Blood smeared his face all over, his face hardy recognizable.
"He is of no use to us" Shehryaar's grey eyes moved back at him as he stared back. They both knew the tremors which left the tied man's body.
Shehryaar was Moosa's mafia partner and his best friend's Irtaza's only brother. The three of them together controlled the mafia in Pakistan and Iran, dividing the land in three parts.
"Hmn so you won't tell us anything?" Moosa moved his head back to the beaten man and looked in his eyes in that deadly way. His eyes lethal, shining with danger.
He held his chin and moved his head up. The man was breathing heavily as  if taking his last breaths, his bloodied eyes moved up towards his tormentor.
"You're testing my patience, Tahir," he muttered. "Tell me who. do. you. work for?" Moosa stressed, his brows moving up and his hold on his chin increased.
"No one," he uttered with difficulty.
"No one?" Moosa asked again.
"Ye...yes," he croaked out, his breathing getting heavy with every syllable.
"My patience is over," It was Shehryaar who muttered that and before anyone knew, a dagger was shoved down the man's left lung.
The blood splashes sputtered on both of their faces as the man let out a strangled breath, his eyes protruding out of their sockets as he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Take the name or the dagger will be penetrated into your each and every organ," Moosa told him and Shehryaar took the dagger out, his lips streching into a satisfying smirk seeing it dripping with blood. It was so wholesome for him to watch.
"I missed this," Shehryar murmured, tracing the sharp edge of the dagger across his fingertips, sadistic glint shining through his eyes.
"I do..don't kn..ow," the man stuttered and before anyone could realise Shehryaar thrusted the knife back into his stomach.
The man cried with pain and let out a voiceless scream, his mouth coughing blood as now he was hardly able to breathe. His body drowning in immense pain.
"You don't want to tell," Moosa stated and looked at the the dagger thrusted in his stomach. It was then he decided to come in action because this man was of no use to him.
He looked psychotic.
"Your wife.... he was in our custody too," Moosa told, his eyes moving from the knife to an almost deadly Tahir. As soon as their eyes met, he saw fear shining in his eyes and he made a tsked sound.
"But now its too late to even beg," he told him and the knife was down into his clavicle.
The man screams and wails reached everywhere, drenching every nook and corner with his painful cries. The torture was too much. He knew they had shoved the knife in those points which caused no immediate death. He would have to wait for a while for his death and the information which Moosa just told him was enough to make dread pool in his stomach.
His wife was in their cutsody.
And now he knew, Moosa was giving him chances before and now it was over for him. Even if he begged, cried and spilled out the truth, he still won't spare him because he was out of favours.
He knew, when Moosa said it's too late than it meant one thing, you are done. Done for real. Done for good. Turn over the sandglass, your miserable o'clock has started. But he needed to beg, beg badly for his wife's life. If he had told him before that his wife's life was at stake. he would happily spill all the information he had.
They both were so cunning. So so cunning.
All the while they were just playing with him and when the circumstances has reached almost at the end, they cracked it upon him about his wife. He had nowhere to go now, it was a dead end. His begging would lead him to just nowhere. They killed the hope in him, stealing the peaceful death of him. Even after his death, he would remain restless for his family.
"Pl..ease, lea..ve her," he begged, his voice at the verge of crying.
Moosa gave a smirk to him, which made him more fearful.
"You know, we know she was involved in your business too, so how come we leave her so easily?" he revealed it to him and now Tahir was stunned.
A painful death was on its way to his and his wife's way.
"Wait for her to join you in hell," he smirked.
"N..oo, I'll...t..tell,"
"This information means shit to me now,"
"D...don't do any...thing...her, pl..ease. I be..beg you, I..tell," he said with difficulty.
Nice. The tables were turned now. He is willing to tell now but Moosa wasn't willing to listen now.
"That's nice to know but now I don't want to listen you anymore,"
"Lea...ve he..her, I be..g"
"Would just sale her to a brothel. Why not follow your footsteps?" Moosa mocked and saw Tahir struggling. He knew he hit the right point.
"Oh no, no, no, that won't lead you to anywhere. Any last wishes becuase my torture is just going to start and you won't able to speak meanwhile,"
"Le...ave he..her," he stuttered again, moving his head left and right in helplessness.
"Ah! this shit again," Shehryaar said, a look of boredom crossing his face and the very next second Tahir's tongue was in Sheryaar's grip and he pushed the knife down the centre of his tongue and seperated it, throwing it away.
"Now its fine," Shehryaar muttered to himself and straightened his posture.
"You can start, Moosa. I'll sit back. This is your prey," Shehryaar told him and dragged a chair to a distance and sat.
"Was it worth your life, Tahir?" Moosa tilted his head to the side, his brow cocked up with mock, hands busy in wiping the blood with napkin, then he wore his gloves.
Tahir knew then, some shit was coming his way.
"I asked you something?" Moosa questioned again, before a smirk covered his face, remembering his tongue was lying somewhere on the floor.
Moosa smirked, his devilish side coming up.
It was then the show started. It was just one knife that was rammed down 21 different areas of his body.
Moosa thrusted the knife in his other clavicle and after a few seconds took it out. He decided it would be the last strike, now he would give him a few seconds before death embraces him. His brown eyes wandering over his barely recognizable bloodied and smashed face.
Well, he told him to spill the beans before. Tahir brought this upon him.
He wasn't the one at fault.
And the very next second the dagger slashed Tahir's jugglar vein and he died at the spot.
Moosa took off his bloodied gloves and placed them on table nearby, facing Shehryaar.
Suddenly, a small crack from the door outside tensed both of them up.
Their eyes met and they shared a knowing glance as if communicating with each other through their eyes. Then in a unison their eyes went to the basement's door.
The door was slightly opened.
Placing his forefinger across his lips, Shehryar indicated Moosa to remain quiet before he vanished out of cellar door, his steps quiet, matching with pace of predator.  He was sure, he heard a gasp, his ears were sharp. That meant one thing, somebody saw them doing the deed. A somebody who wasn't supposed to witness this all.
Knowing Shehryar, Moosa shunned away the worry and focused his attention to take care of the corpse.
Moosa called one of his men to come along with a bunch of people to the basement as they have a dead body to take care of and then he washed his hands and face from a nearby basin within the basement.
Wondering, who saw them committing the murder his eyes went to the door, waiting for Shehryaar to get back with the culprit. He somehow had an idea who it might be.
This was a forbidden area and everyone in the staff, including the family members knew it. He just hoped his inituition was wrong otherwise he would be in a very difficult situation.
"Guess now we have two corpses to take care of." Shehryar's calm voice flickered, gaining his attention. Shehryar had appeared from the door, with his hand holding the nape of shivering Roshanay. Her sight making Moosa just sigh, like a man who knew what shit was coming his way.
Shehryar tilted his head in Roshanay's direction, before jerking her forward from her neck, making her stumble. Now, she stood in middle of two predators and one prey, whose lifeless sight made her breathless. She began to shiver more when she had a clearer view of the dead body.
His face was badly distorted, barely recognizable. The sight made her breath hitched and she turned her eyes to Moosa, who was looking at her intensely. His eyes conveying the masked anger.
He joined his hands at the back, whilst looking at her shivering form. His tension was increasing and it increased more when he saw Shehryar grabbing his revolver from his waistband and removing the safety.
"Don't," Moosa suddenly interrupted, his cold voice calm yet dreadful, making her tense. Shehryar, who was about to point his gun on Roshanay, paused his actions.
"I will take care of her." A hidden threat lingered behind his words, causing Roshanay to flinch internally. Shehryar's brows raised up, sensing the straining anger in Moosa's voice. However, he decided to investigate it later.
"Fine. And you know how it works here," He placed the gun back in his vest, grabbed Tahir's dead body from his collar and jerked him off the chair.
"I know," Moosa gave him a nod, while his eyes were stilled at the scared kitten, who was shivering every now and then.
"Well then, you deal with her and I will take care of this," he looked at the lifeless body of Tahir and dragged him out of the basement, dissappearing in specks of darkness.
As he closed the door behind him, Roshanay didn't dare lifting her eyes from the floor, sensing a very raging glare on her, that was causing shivers to run down her spine.
Turns out, curiosity indeed kills a cat.

"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly but she just shivered. Her tongue was tied, unable to utter a word. After what she witnessed him doing, she was sure, she won't be able to utter a word in his dangerous presence.
He slashed someone's throat. That too so easily. He was mercilessly stabbng that knife in his body, without any ounce of fear, regret, guilt. He did that as he was possessed. He looked so scary that by his mere sight, she would want to hide.
"I asked you something," he took a step towards her and she gasped immediately. Her heart wanting to sprout out, pulsating vigorously. She looked back at the door, it was closed. She wanted to run away and then she looked back at him, who now was standing just a few steps away from her.
She promptly stepped back, her eyes getting teary within seconds out of fear.
What to do when you are in presence of a murderer?
"I...I you're....a...k..killer," she stuttered, not able to form a coherent word.
"What the fuck were you doing here?!

Chapter 7