Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

He could not find any purpose of his life anymore. His whole life he had waited for her, to come and illuminated his dark life but when she came, there was someone else in her heart.

His brain was still stuck at her teary eyes, last night. 

It did has an affect on him when her words, her fake confessions rang in his ears making him clench his jaw with anger.

I love you Irtaza

I am yours Irtaza

I'll never leave you Irtaza

And all that. In actual, it was all a lie. A lie which he had taken as truth. She had made a place in his heart.

His brain used to warn him that she is lying but his heart was too engrossed in feeling the heaven. He always had denied the warnings of his brain, his sixth sense, he had fallen for her.

The innocence for which he had fallen for her was all fake.

To some extent, her love with Daniyal seemed fine to him when he overlooks his possessive side. But the thing which pulled the strings of his heart was that how can she be actually so cunning to plot out the whole plan of gaining his trust just to run with someone else.

Even a vague idea of her action wasn't in his mind at all.

This thing was making him hate her.

How could she so easily plan something like that? He was actually shocked that such a deceptive side existed in her but still his heart opposed this idea of him. It still wanted to believe that she is innocent as he has thought of her.

But now he would never believe the voice of his heart. He did a mistake by first believing in it and considered all the statements of Zahra, a truth.

But not now.

His eyes fixed on the glass filled with alcohol infront of him. Its yellowish brown liquid gave him a tranquility, a short escape from the skirmish running inside him.

A clash between his heart and mind. 

His heart was voicing out his opinions, his emotions which he thought never existed inside him, after her appearance in his life.

It was then he knew there was a feeling which also resided inside him like Moosa, conscience.

His heart, it could feel pain, pain in her brown eyes. Her tears had an affect on him. He wanted her by his side, in his arms, in his embrace. He wanted to see her smile, enjoy and live peacefully. He wanted to make her happy. He didn't want to believe that she is so cunning and manipulative. 

But his mind was opposing his heart. He wanted to give her pain. Unbearable pain. Punish her. As he had said to her. He wanted to make her state miserable, so miserable that she would want to die but death could not reach her. He wanted to confine her, cage her, control her, hurt her. Take away her liberty which he already did. Her every action was now under his control but his heart was at rest? No.

He couldn't find peace at all.

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking his trance and he picked it up, it was Ammara.

"Assalam alaikum beta? How are you?" Ammara greeted. She was sitting in her room, when the thunderbolt of sky made her recall that how afraid is Zahra of fierce wind.

"Wsalam. I'm fine. How are you?" He asked.

"I am fine too. How is Zahra? Where is she? Can I talk to her?" she asked.

"She is sleeping"

"Oh Thank god, sorry for calling you at this hour. Zahra is actually so afraid of thunderbolts and lightning. Please take care of her. And what about the walima beta?" 

Danger bells begin to rang in his ears. She was alone there!

"I have talked to Dada, it will be just a small family gathering. I and Zahra will come tomorrow." he hurriedly said.

"Fine son. I am waiting for you both. Now I will be hang up and please do take care of my Zahra. She is still a kid." she said.

"I will" he muttered.

"Allah hafiz beta" she said and ended the call.

Irtaza abruptly stood up and ran towards her room.

His heart beating fast. He had seen her getting panic attacks but he always had soothed her, ending those attacks. He knew how the condition could get worse if the severity of panic attacks increase, on the top of it, she was alone there.

This thought alone made him run fast.

On reaching there, she found her lying on the floor, fainted. She was trying to go for the door, her hair disheveled.

He moved towards her and squatted down. Her face was tear streaked.

"Fuck" he cussed and screamed for the maids which abruptly came in. He demanded the key of the chain from them and after getting it he unlocked her ankle, carrying her in his arms towards his room.

Placing her on the bed, he called a servant.

"Where the fuck is the doctor?" he demanded.

"Sorry sir, he has taken a leave today" he replied, his head bowing down.

"Get the fucking car out right now!" he instructed and then carried her in his arms, towards the car, laid her down on the back seat and got it into the car as the driver drove it towards the hospital.

The sky was roaring and it was raining heavily.

Her head was in his lap. He analysed her face, her body was cold, her lips were cracky. She saw slight red bruises on her ankle due to the chain when his eyes fell on her hands and he took them in his.

They were turning blue.

She had hit the chain numerous times to break it and she could free herself but in result her hands had gotten blue.

He kissed her knuckles.

And suddenly he could feel his heart beating fast, an unusual feeling enveloping it.

Guilt?

Before he could ponder more, they reached the hospital.

The doctor inspected her situation and gave her some medicines and injections, apprising him that she had a panic attack also she had eaten something expired which had affected her body's metabolism. Rest of the reports would be sent to him.

Soon enough Zahra woke up and they went back to the mansion.