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It's been a month since it all started. Following Merzia and keeping an eye on her has become the motive of both men. While Mazhar follows her around like a shadow for her safety Zalaan's men followed her around to keep their boss updated.
Zalaan's possessiveness knew no bounds when it came to his Merzia. His mind had concluded that she was his and he made sure to make it true. His blood boiled every time he thought about Mazhar being this close to her, another man being even in a ten mile radius of her brought hell to earth, which was faced by the men held in his basement as prisoners.
In this months period he had sent a proposal for her but her father rejected it on sight. Of course his reputation would never allow a father to marry his precious girl to a criminal like him but this father had no choice his girl was not his anymore. She was written in his fate the day the second he saw her.
Zalaan breathed out the smoke that burned his lungs and leaned his head back in his office chair, bringing his phone up to his eye level he dialed the number that sat proudly in his starred contacts.
The phone rang a couple of times then the person on the other side answered, relieving him of his anger.
"Assalamualikum" the sweet feminine voice spoke. Just the voice of hers had his beast awakening.
"Waalaikumsalam" the deep dominant voice a man had Merzia furrowing her eyebrows. Her face etched with confusion as to who this man could be.
"Merzia" He said in a breathy tone.
Merzia pulled the phone away from her ear and re read the number. It was not someone who could've possibly known her then how does this person know her name.
"Aap kon? Aur kisse bata karni hai aapko?" She asked confused.
(Who are you? And who do you want to talk to?)
"Aap hi se bata karni hai mujhe."He asked knowing full well who was talking to.
(I want to talk to you my love/love of mine.)
"Aap ko yeh number kahan se mila?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows, it wasn't that late in the night and anyone could call her at this time.
(Where did you get this number from?)
"Number tu kia me chahon tu aapko bhi aap ko apne ghar se aapne saath lejaon abhi aur issi waqt." He mused lowly, lost in his thoughts, his desires, his temptations.
(The number is nothing if I want I can take you withe from your house right at the moment)
Who even is this man she thought and cut the call. The silent threat had her heart beating fast.
