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Chapter 6

             

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خشیاں تقدیر میں ہونی چاہٸیں
تصویر میں تو ہر کوٸ مسکراتا ہے۔

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"They are demanding your presence Sarkar. They agreed to do this weapon transaction deal only on one condition." The serious voice spoke from the other side.

"Speak!" A deep, powerful voice spoke.

"They want you to be present at the site at the time of transaction. According to these French your absence is an insult for them." The man replied seriously in a gruff voice as if the words he's speaking is pure venom for him.

An eire silence played its tune. As the large man spoke. His voice deep with authority. "Tell them Ebek. Finalizing of deal without my presence is for their own betterment and if still they'll have the guts to deny then Al-'Aqarb will make sure they won't be left alive to make any further deals."

"As you say Sarkar." Ebek replied his voice oozing out respect for his Sarkar.

Cutting the call. Michael scoffed at the demand of those mutts. They need to be of enough standard to demand such things from Michael Sheikh.

Removing his shirt the man went to the restroom for a relaxing shower.

Knocking of his room door had the man grunting. Opening and closing of the door of his room reached his ears as the man's perked up. No maid is allowed to enter his room, when he's present and no family member is ill mannered enough to enter without getting a reply.

Wrapping the towel around his waist the man came out only to stop dead in his tracks. There on his left side was the woman draped in nude color hijab was standing up slowly from the floor, while rubbing her plump hip. Her back was facing him.

"You stupid Sana! You should've told me that you've rearranged the room. Because of you my butt is in pain." The girl mumbled softly while still caressing her hip to sooth the pain.

Michael raised his perfect thick brow, observing the girl in silence. The audacity of this unknown woman calling his sister stupid that to while standing in his room.

The girl softly turned around and Michael was stunned would be understatement he was astonished to see the same girl from the mosque who was haunting his nights is present in his room!

The girl spoke up as she moved further in the room with soft steps. "Sana!" Her soothing soft voice echoed in his room as he came out of his trance of shock. He had to admit this girl has an angelic voice. But how in damn fucking world she's in his haveli and in his fucking room.

The girl's frowned deepened as she glared all around her. Michael didn't dare to utter a word as he observed her quietly. Damn her glare is intense for the petite little girl she is, or more like a woman if he counts her voluptuous figure in.

All of a sudden the girl went straight towards the bed while yelling. "My butt is cursing you Sa— Umphhhhh." Her foot hit the bed as she fell on it, face first and legs up in the air.

Michael was about to chuckle at the sight but stopped as he snickered internally. Seeing her on his bed. The small curve of her waist rising up to her plump hips.

The girl huffed out in frustration. Clenching her hand the girl harshly punched the poor soft bed in anger. Ever so slightly a small faint smile tugged at his features. She's behaving like an innocent child whose chocolates are taken away from her.

The girl then stood up abruptly. Fixing her loose veil she hissed.

"Speak Sana!" Damn this mosque girl is pretty pissed at his sister. He wonder if they're friends. But why is that, he never saw her before in the haveli. Unintentionally he leaned on the wall beside him causing a small creaking sound from the table beside.

The girl abruptly turned to her right, staring straight at him. Making him stunned for a second as he felt she can see through him. He has to admit this pretty little thing has extremely sharp ears.

All of a sudden she marched straight towards him with angry face. "You are so dead San—-Umphhhh."

Michael was about to grunt but stopped himself from breaking the facade of her assumption of him to be Sana.

The girl stumbled back. "Ya Allah! Why the jahanum (hell) there's a wall in the middle of your room and...and it's w-wet." Her voice trailed of as she touched small wetness of droplets on herself after colliding with him.

She literally just called him a wall. His dark green eyes landed on her features and he was stunned to see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Her large doll like golden, honey colored eyes was the first thing that caught him off guard. Her beautiful brown shaped brows, her small button up nose, high cheekbones, sharp jaw and those plump luscious red lips were jaw dropping. A veil was wrapped around her head covering her hair. The girl was small barely reaching his shoulders but her body was another story. From what he can see after all those layers covering her. She was exquisite. Damn she is far more fucking beautiful then what he has seen her from afar.

Her soft hesitant voice of uncertainty broke his trance. "S-Sana i-is that y-you?" Her soft small hand came in contact with his torso.

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