4. Beautiful Eyes

He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. His eyes darted around the room which was dimly lit, he noticed her precisely when her anklets made a sound, and his head whipped in her direction.

For a second he thought Farhan abducted a bride but then he recalled she was a dancer as well. Must be leaving to earn more money and kill a few guys when Farhan brought her here.

He came to a pause right in front of her. Her face wasn't much visible but he cared less. He asked her who she was working for and damn. She was an excellent actor.

As soon as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, he was surprised by its softness. Her hands were small as they landed on his chest. She smelled like roses. Her voice was small and timid. The girl was trembling like a leaf. She tried to struggle as he interrogated her but it was of no use. 

Surprisingly she seemed fragile or perhaps it was all an act, he couldn't think of anything else so he simply warned her. Trying to frighten her so she would speak up. He left her with a threat of death.

Mostly all of his victims speak up in the start only just to be safe from the torture but he still proceeds with the torment. The girl seemed frightened, if she had a brain, she would probably speak up otherwise he wouldn't be merciful to her just because she was a girl.

Farhan locked the door as Hamza rubbed his face. "I'm going home, bring Zeeshan's dead body to the haveli (mansion)," He ordered.

"Keep an eye on her, she might speak up. After getting all the information out of her, kill her." He commanded as Farhan nodded his head and he went back home.

At the mansion, he was welcomed by the sight of his mother sitting in the hall as Hafsa sat on the floor with her head placed on Batool's lap as she cried. Hamza hated to see them like this and he was enraged and tensed knowing what would follow here in just a few more minutes.

As soon as Hafsa saw him, she came running to him. "Where is he? Did you find him? Is he alright? Please Hamza say something, my heart is dropping..." Hafsa pleaded with teary eyes as he swallowed thickly. 

With each passing second, his temper was flaring and it all was directed towards that whore. 

The main doors opened and his men walked in holding a big coffin. Hamza sighed deeply before he walked to his mother.

His men placed the coffin on the floor and Hafsa stumbled a step back as she stared at the coffin and then at Hamza. She had a confused yet bewildered look plastered on her face.

"What is this Hamza?" She asked in a drawn voice as she continued to stare at the coffin. Batool stood up with the help of the cane and her face held worry.

"Hafsa, sit down," Hamza said calmly but she shook her head, her eyes wide as she ambled towards the coffin. He made his mom sit back on the settee as they heard a severe scream.

The scream was full of agony.

Batool placed her hand on her chest as her heart dropped down seeing Hafsa banging on the coffin.

Hamza immediately walked to his sister as he held her but she was hysterical. There was a glass on the coffin from which Zeeshan's face was visible. "T...this can't be!" Hafsa screamed.

Hamza motioned at his men to leave and they all walked out except for Farhan.

"Zeeshan!" Hafsa wailed as she wrenched herself out of his grasp. She tried to open the coffin but Hamza didn't let her.

"W...who is it?" Batool's shaky voice reached his ears and he tensed. 

"Mom why Zeeshan is in the coffin? Tell him to get out. I don't like such pranks." Hafsa said seriously as she wiped her tears and smiled at the coffin facing Zeeshan's corpse.

"Zeeshan, please wake up. Please don't do this. I don't like such pranks." Hafsa said softly, hoping that her husband would stop this act, and sat up straight. She hoped that he would laugh at her and tell her it was all a prank. But nothing happened,  no matter how much she tried to coax him to wake up, her husband continued to sleep unaware of how his wife was breaking.

"Hamza, tell me this is a prank. Can you please open the coffin, he might not be able to breathe." Hafsa said to her brother who looked away. It hurts him so f*cking much to see her hurting like this, that too for the f*cker who never deserved her.

"Hafsa he's gone," He said gently but his sister only glared at him. "Have you lost your mind! Zeeshan couldn't leave me!" She beseeched and tapped on the glass again as if the dead man would respond to her.

They heard a thump from behind and Hamza's body froze seeing his mom falling to the floor. He dashed towards her and pulled her up in his arms. "Ami? (Mom) wake up!" Panic enveloped his heart as he screamed for Farhan who immediately came to help. Hamza placed his mom on the settee as Farhan called the doctor. 

Hafsa was trying her best to wake up Zeeshan as Hamza closed his eyes for a brief second before he rubbed his mother's hands gently to warm them up.

"I will kill them all. Every f*cking one of them!" He growled as Hafsa's head whipped in his direction and her teary eyes met his. There was bewilderment all over her face which soon changed as a sudden realization dawned on her.

"No. No. No. This can't be... He can't die.... no... please no...." Hafsa cried out as she palmed her mouth. Shock slowly shrouded her as the realization dawned on her. It wasn't any prank. Her husband was dead.

She fisted her shirt at her chest and fell to her knees. She screamed in so much pain that even Hamza's eyes became glassy. Farhan sat down near Batool as Hamza walked to his sister and held her in his arms. 

She wailed clutching to him. Her tears won't stop pouring out as she continued to scream in agony and at that moment he was thinking of ways; how to torture that bitch and make her scream in pain just like this and when he would be satisfied with tormenting her, she'll give him the names herself.

The doctor came soon after as he inspected Batool. She lost consciousness due to stress and her blood pressure shot down. Hamza shifted his mom back to her room as he ordered two maids and a nurse to stay with his mom.

Now he had to take care of his sister. It was so f*cking difficult for him to cope with all this. The last time there was a coffin at their house and it was his father's and that was the worst time of his life.

Hamza pulled Hafsa away from the coffin as his men carried it up on their shoulders and headed out. Hafsa cried and screamed, she struggled hard to get free and run after Zeeshan but he held her tightly and pulled her to one of the guestrooms. She was crying hysterically as he asked Akram to stay near her.

The funeral was done properly and he couldn't wait to take his frustration out. He went straight to the warehouse after the funeral.

Hooriya jolted awake when she heard the loud banging of the door. She was crying and didn't realize when sleep consumed her. And now she was waking up with a fraction of a heart attack at such a loud banging sound.

Unfortunately, she was sitting near the door. The man shut the door and he grabbed her arm in an iron grip yanking yer up to her feet as she stumbled a little.

"L...let me go," She struggled and in a flash, all the breath was knocked out of her system as he roughly slammed her back against the wall. She winced; a small cry of pain escaping her lips.

Her breath hitched and her heart froze, when he grabbed her throat in his rough calloused hand and squeezed her neck. Her hands shot up as she grasped his wrist to pry his hand off but it was of no use.

Hamza was outrageous as he squeezed her fragile neck but then he moved a little and light fell on her teary eyes. His hold instantly loosened as his eyes met with the most beautiful set of eyes he had ever seen. Her eyes were a unique shade of green with specks of brown in them. 

Curiosity took over him as his eyes slowly raked over her thick black lashes which were wet with tears. Her brows were a natural shape, perfectly defined. She had a heart-shaped face, a small chin, and a sharp illicit jaw. Plump red lips which she was biting, small nose. Suddenly he had the urge to see a lot more.

He grabbed her neck tightly and yanked her into the middle of the room where the light was prominent enough for him to see her.

She was small and barely reached his neck. Her frame was like that of a doll from what he could see and she looked like a little pixie in the clutches of a vicious wolf.

She was standing on her toes, her soft hands wrapped around his wrist as she tried to free her neck but he didn't loosen his hold. His brows furrowed when he noticed she was covering her head with a veil and he wondered what her hair looked like. He had surely felt them yesterday and they were silky soft.

"Look at you," He hissed glaring daggers at her as she closed her eyes shut and focused on breathing with this obstruction.

"So small and fragile. Yet you butchered him." He growled at her face.

Hooriya stifled a cry. She didn't know for how long she was here but she hadn't eaten anything for so long. She felt weak and drained. He was obstructing her air supplies and it was becoming difficult for her to stay calm.

She struggled hard but it was all in vain. He saw as her small hands tried to pry his hand off but it was useless. She didn't look like she could even hurt an ant.

"Why are you making it difficult for yourself?" He snickered pulling her closer. Instantly he was hit by her rosy scent. "Tell me the name of the one who paid you to kill Zeeshan and I'll let you go," He said calmly, loosening his hold a little so she could focus on what he was offering.

"I'll show mercy," He rasped.

She stared at him with her big doe eyes that were swarming with tears. "I..I..." She stuttered and his dark eyes fell on the quivering items of her face. Her chin was quivering and her plump pouty lips were trembling.

Her lips looked so juicy and plump.

"I d...didn't k...kill him..." She stammered. And his obsidian eyes raised to meet her glassy ones.

Something flashed in his eyes and her heart sank when she noticed his eyes darkening. His face became stoic as he squeezed her neck painfully and jerked her closer.

"This is the first time I'm dealing with a woman and trust me, I'm being very lenient," He sneered in his deep cold voice right at her face.

"W...why are you d...doing this? I d..didn't d..do anything p...please let me g...go..." She stuttered with sparse breathing.

And now she was getting on his nerves. His sister's and mother's devastated eyes flashed in front of his eyes and his wrath was back in full force. He roughly jerked her away and she stumbled back falling on the floor on her arms, and knees.

"Farhan!" He thundered causing her to flinch as the door opened and the blue-eyed guy showed up.

"Bring me torturing equipment," He said calmly and her blood froze in her veins.