Toote Toh Toote, Teri Baahon Mein Aise, Jaise Shaakhon Se Patte
Be-hayaa, Bikhre Tujhi Se, Aur Simte Tujhi Mein
Tu Hi Mera Sab, Le Gaya.
Na Fikar, Na Sharam
Na Lihaaz, Ek Baar Aaya Hai
DIYA'S POV
After spending my day alone, well not really alone as Deniz, who is hired by bhai for my safety has been following me all day, but the good thing is he is now answering in more than one word so it's not totally boring anymore.
Besides I am Diya and if I enjoy someone's company the most, it's mine.
I did a lot of shopping, for me and then video called my family and friends, and also shopped for them.
Right now I am in front of Zehra's apartment on my bike and asked Deniz to leave, well he was very adamant but I managed to shoo him off.
βHeyyy!β Zehra came dressed in a black outfit just like me but in a skirt. βHey, how have you been?β I ask.
βDon't ask, itβs so exhausting.β She spoke in her Turkish accent.
βRelatable, though right now I miss going to college a bit, but anyway where are we heading? You have a place in mind?β I ask.
βYes, to a club.β
βWoah! What? A club?β I questioned, I have never been to a club. Obviously I cannot, it means drink.
βOhβno like, no drinks okay? I have been there for years since I was eighteen. We can sit in the VIP area and just chat, have food, and dance,I know you love dancing.β She spoke.
βDo you have access to the VIP area?β I ask, βI do, it's umβone of my friendsβ she spoke. And we drove there.
β
We reached the club which took an hour,the drive was fun as we talked about a lot of stuff, though I met Zehra a few days back it feels like I have known her since forever.Its definitely because our vibe matches. We enter inside the huge club which is crowded with people drunk and dancing, while some kissing?I stared at them weirdly, because I have never seen people kiss so openly, Zehra giggled, βNever seen someone kiss, baby girl?β
βActually yes, I haven't.β I say laughing.
The music was in Turkish which I couldn't understand. βOh the VIP area was upstairs, I guess it shifted down now, let's go.β She spoke,looking at the board which read VIP. Grabbing my hand we both headed in the direction she took me. βHave you ever had a boyfriend Diya?β She asked, I giggled, βWell guys run away from me, and the ones who follow? I don't like them.β
βWhy do they run away from a sexy and beautiful woman?β I shake my head at the question, βI am apparently too much for their weak asses.β
As we enter there, laughing at our silly jokes, our laughter dies seeing four men, three pointing their guns at the man sitting right in front of me. Not just any men but β My brother, Rayan and Arzane.
I stood there frozen, all the doubts I had in my mind after the first encounter with Arzane coming back to my mind. But my brother? Zaran with a gun? Killing someone?
I heard Zehra curse, bhai stood up but I was rooted at the same place.
βWell, who's this pretty girl? Looks like she could come to someββ The man spoke.
But before I could say or do anything a loud sound echoed followed by blood splashing and oozing out of the man's neck.
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I don't feel anything, I don't know what to say or do, Ya Allah! I witnessed him kill the manβArzane killed him. I am strong but seeing this is.. too much, how can he just end someone's life so easily? And what are they? I stare at him unable to think of anything, I am not afraid, no I am not. I have seen blood, not so much. I am not afraid of blood but this isβ¦ I don't know. I was right, Arzane is someone who is involved in illegal activities and probably a gangster orβsomething more which I don't want to point out.
But Bhai? He too?
Zaran came in front of me trying to hide the dead man but he doesn't know that it's not helping.
β
Before I could process I was already seated in the car. Bhai dragged me out and he's driving furiously, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, more pressure and it would probably come out. Both of us did not speak, and I am not in the mood to speak so it's better he doesn't either.
Why do I have a feeling that coming here is a bad idea? And this feeling has been there since I landed. But does it matter? Nobody cares how and what I feel, if I ask him he will answer me a little and change the topic completely, is this also the reason why they never really wanted me to come here? Ugh! So much in a day and my freaking period cramps aren't helping.
Ladki kya kya jhele?!
[What all should a girl endure? ]
I keep my eyes open, as whenever I close them I see red dots and that scene appears in front. Not a fucking way I am going to make this shit haunt me. From the corner of my eye I see bhai glancing at me every minute.
Daro mat utni himmat toh hai ki khoon dekh ke behosh nahi hongi.
[Don't worry I have enough strength that I won't faint seeing blood. ]
Allah, kahi yeh bhi criminal wagera toh nahi? Woh jangli janwar toh bilkul hain. Arzane Yilmazβ naam aur surat itni aachi but seerat? Tauba.Tauba.
[Oh God, I hope he's not a criminal or something. That wild animal definitely is. Arzane Yilmazβsuch a good name and face, but his character? God forbid.]
It's shocking he hasn't tried to kill me yet, maybe because of bhai.
I chant all the holy verses in my mind on the way till we reach home.
β
AUTHOR
The next morning, Diya was in her room. The mansion was drowned in an eerie silence. Zaran wasnβt homeβprobably avoiding his sister. Last night, he was a mess. The fear heβd always carried about Diya had come true. She saw it. His world. And now, knowing her, she was likely spinning stories in her headβsome of which might be true. Her intrusive thoughts usually won.
But one thing Zaran wasnβt ready for was the drama. Not now.
Diya Sayeed is chaos. She loves drama, but she doesnβt live for it. And that makes her far more dangerous.
Zaran, a mafia Consigliere, couldnβt bring himself to face his cousin. He wasnβt the type to explain his actions, nor did he fear anyone. But something about Diya stirred a fear in him he couldnβt explainβor maybe just wouldnβt.
Arzane had tried calling him, but Zaran didnβt pick up. Arzane, being who he was, didnβt bother trying again. He had no patience for drama.
Diya got upβnot from sleep, but from her bed. She hadnβt slept all night. Her thoughts wouldnβt let her. Drawing the curtains open, she let the light flood her room, then stepped out onto the balcony. And to her luck, the weather greeted her like an old friend. Monsoon. Light showers fell from a dark sky, the breeze tugging at her hair.
She just stood there, gazing at the clouds. The sky had always been her therapy. But as calm as she looked, her heart and mind were anything but.
I should leave.
The thought crossed her mind like a warning. A part of her wanted to runβbecause what she saw last night? It felt like something that would entrap her, mess with her mind. And she has dreamsβgraduation, starting her own company, chasing the life she envisioned. Staying here meant tangling with danger.
But another part of her wanted to stay. To find out the truth. She knew her limits when it came to other peopleβs business, and yet... this time, she couldnβt walk away.
She wanted answers.
Taking a deep breath, she showered, did her skincare, and slipped into black jeans with a full-sleeved purple t-shirt. Heading downstairs, the silence of the mansion echoed with her every stepβor more like a storm waiting to hit.
Downstairs, she spotted a maid cleaning.
βIs he home?β Diya asked.
βNo, maβam,β the maid replied, continuing her work.
Of course he isn't. Typical. But how long could he avoid her? She is here now. At his place.
Suddenly, she rememberedβZehra.
Oh shit.
Zehra had been there too. And Diya knew how soft-hearted the girl was. What if she was traumatized? How could Diya forget about her? She felt like a terrible friend.
Before she could call her, footsteps echoed in the hall.
She looked up from her phone to see two men approachingβArzane and Rayan.
Her breath caught for a second. Instinctively, she stood and reached for the nearest objectβher hand closed around a glass vase.
βWhat the hell are you both doing here?β she snapped, pointing it at them with a deadly glare.
Arzane rolled his eyes, while the maid stared at Diya like sheβd lost it. Deniz appeared out of nowhere. βMiss Diya, they wonβt harm you,β he said, stepping forward to take the vase.
She yanked it away from him. βTheyβre bloody criminals. Are you both here to kill me in bhaiβs absence?β Her voice shook, her eyes wild. βWhat if heβs one too?β She muttered to herself.
βAre you done with your drama?β Arzane asked coolly.
βDrama?β she repeated, a smirk curling her lips. βAbhi toh shuru bhi nahi hua.β
[Drama? I havenβt even started.]
All three men froze, eyebrows furrowed at the sudden switch in language.
βRayan,β Arzane said, βgo out. Call Zaran. Ask him to come here.β
Rayan nodded and left glancing at Diya once without a word.
Arzane signaled the others to clear the room, leaving only Diya behind.
βHello? You too Mr!Leave" She said, as Arzane stepped closer slowly standing right in front of her but not close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.
βStay the hell away from me you criminal!β She said, the vase gripped in her hand more tightly.
He didn't speak for a moment and she thought of him as a psychopath who has speaking issues. βVase,Seriously?β He said and grabbed her wrist, the one which held the vase.
βDur raho mujhse, gadha kahin ka.β
[Stay away from me, jackass. ]
His eyes darkened dangerously and he yanked her closer, the tension between them palpable, Diya wasn't used to this closeness and neither was he, but both of them stayed there staring at each other's souls. But something made his brows furrow in confusion as he stared at her brown orbs and facial features. This was the first time he actually took her beauty in but there was something else completely that he couldn't point out yetβ a sense of familiarity perhaps?
He quietly took away the vase as she stared at him more like admired, to Diya, Arzane probably was the most handsome man she saw closelyβof course minus her family men.
She shook her head probably coming out of the trance she was lost in, or Arzane. And pushed himβor tried so, but he didn't bulge and stood there as a wall. Unshakable.
βYou don't know hindi perhaps, I called you a jackass, but my bad I insulted the donkey by comparing him with youββ
Before she could complete he took out the gun from his jacket and pointed it at her temple and tugged her closer holding her right wrist firmly behind her back with his hand.
βYou talk a lot for someone who just witnessed me killing yesterday.β He said, she shivered slightly but composed herself, the fierceness coming back, even though she didn't know from where.
βDelusional of you to think that it's going to scare me. How many more have you killed? Are you a cheap road gangster?β His anger peaked, and in some other case he would actually kill the woman even if she meant something to the people in his life, but something about her didn't make him press the trigger of the gunβat least yet, that's what he thought.
But she continued, βNo, maybe not a cheap gangster, considering your personality and stuff, then what are you? Does the police know?β He let out a chuckle, a dark mocking one. Confusion etched her face, βPolice? That's all you got?β
She pushed him and this time he moved away, βGet out of here.β She said, βLast I remember, this is Zaran's house, not yours.β
βHe's my brother.β
βCousin brother, don't you think you're claiming a lot?β
βWhy are you here now?β She said folding her hands, βTo playββ
βAww, since when did you like playing? You don't even speak more than a word in a gathering. And I don't play with assholes.β She said and marched towards the door to leave the mansion. βWhere are you going?β He asked. βNone of your business, bastard.β And she stormed out. He called Zaran and marched behind her.
She left on her bike, and he drove behind in his car, following her.
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