Iss bar bohot wait karaya tum sab ko 😅
Disclaimer: Death of a character, foul language, past trauma, angst idk.
This is for the ACTOR, NOT the CHARACTER. I do promote/support anything/anyone in any way. This is written to appreciate Arjun Rampal ⚠️
Iqbal walked closer to the little girl and cleared his throat.
"Aap soi nahi meri gudiya?" He said calmly as he leaned in closer to kiss her head.
"Ninni nahi aa rahi.. par ye kon hain?" She replied
Iqbal looked at you and you blushed softly, not knowing how to explain your relationship to the little girl. A mischievous smile immediately appeared on her face.
You wanted the floor to open beneath you.
"Main kuch nahi keh rahi."
You were absolutely certain she was.
Iqbal took his daughter, Laiba, to her bedroom upstairs.
There were stuffed animals everywhere. Books stacked on shelves. Paintings scattered across a desk. Bright colors. Messy colors. Happy colors. It seemed so... so loved.
Iqbal tucked Laiba in bed again and slowly she drifted to sleep.
Suddenly you heard a voice. It wasn't gentle like Laiba's. It was commanding. It was cold. It was stern. It was acidic.
Both of you froze. The sound wasn't loud. But it was enough. Immediately, every trace of warmth vanished from his face. The change was instant.
"Neeche aao Iqbal... Aur apne mehmaan ko bhi saath lana."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then the voice came again. Louder this time.
"Ya main khud upar aaun?"
The threat hung heavily in the air. Your heart immediately sank. Because something told you that was the last thing anyone wanted. Especially Iqbal.
You went downstairs holding Iqbal's hand nervously.
The man in the wheelchair was older than you'd imagined. His beard was ragged and silver, his face weathered by age and bitterness. But the moment he looked at you, one thing became painfully obvious.
Age had stolen his strength. It had not stolen his cruelty.
Jahangir's eyes moved between the two of you. Then he laughed. A short humorless laugh.
"Ek biwi ko toh sambhal nahi saka."
The room immediately went still.
"Aur ek aur ladki le aya?"
Jahangir's gaze drifted toward you.
"Beti, tumhe pata bhi hai yeh kaisa aadmi hai?"
For the first time, there was genuine irritation in the older man's voice.
"Saari zindagi isko dekha hai maine."
"Na yeh achha beta bana."
The words landed like bullets. You glanced at Iqbal. His face had become unreadable.
Jahangir noticed and smiled.
"Tumhein lagta hai yeh tumhari hifazat karega?"
"Yeh apni biwi ki nahi kar saka."
Jahangir seemed pleased with himself. As if he'd finally found the exact wound he wanted. Then he leaned back in his wheelchair. His gaze fixed on his son.
"Tumhari sabse badi mushkil pata hai kya hai, Iqbal?"
"Tum mard kabhi bane hi nahi."
A disgusted scoff escaped him.
"Samajh nahi aata tum aurton ko is mein dikhta kya hai."
His gaze remained fixed on you.
"Main waqai jaan'na chahta hoon."
A humorless smile appeared.
"Chehra toh dekho iska...Umar dekho...Halat dekho."
His eyes slowly moved over his son. As if inspecting something beneath him.
"Tumhein is par taras aaya tha ya mohabbat hui thi?"
Because it wasn't aimed at you.
Jahangir laughed quietly.
"Bechare ko aadat hai. Logon ke qadmon mein baith kar unki tasdeeq maangne ki."
He clicked his tongue and continued
"Allah jaane ismein aisa kya hai jo har dafa kisi na kisi ke peeche gaand hilaata phirta hai."
"Abbu." Iqbal spoke. The word came out low.
Because he'd finally gotten a reaction.
And somehow that was worse. Not a happy smile. Not an angry one. Just a small quiet smile. Almost disappointed smile.
The kind a man gives when he finally stops expecting better. When he finally accepts what something is. Or who.
Jahangir's smile faltered. Only slightly. Only for a second.
But you saw it. So did Iqbal.
As if confirming something to himself. Then he spoke.
His voice was calm. Terrifyingly calm.
"Raat bohot ho gayi hai."
The words caught everyone off guard.
"Iss guftagu ko yahin khatam karte hain."
For the first time all night, Jahangir looked confused. Because there was no argument. No shouting. No reaction. Nothing.
Iqbal then slowly spoke up again
"Y/N, Laiba akeli hai... uske kamre mein jao."
His voice remained calm and steady. As though if unusual had happened. You glanced between him and Jahangir. The tension in the room was suffocating.
You could sense that something wrong was going to happen.
"Jaan, Laiba ke kamre me jao."
And for the first time that night, you understood he wasn't asking. He was protecting something. Or someone.
You hesitated but then nodded. Without another word, you turned and headed upstairs.
You sat quietly in Laiba's room, praying that everything will be alright. Suddenly, The bedroom door opened. You looked up immediately.
The word died in your throat. Something was wrong. His hair was damp. His sleeves were rolled up unevenly. The cuffs of his shirt were soaked. Tiny droplets of water still clung to his hands.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Iqbal simply stood there in the doorway. Breathing steadily. Looking strangely exhausted. Your gaze dropped to his clothes and then back to his face.
"Ab sab theek ho jayega."
Somewhere in the house, a tap dripped steadily.
Everything else remained still.
OKAY GUYS. I KNOW U KINDA HATE ME. AFTER A LONG TIME U GUYS PROBABLY EXPECTED A GOOD CHAPTER. BUT I SHOW UP WITH THIS BS. OKAY PLS DONT ATTACK ME. THIS IS MORE OF A FILLER WHICH WAS REQUIRED FOR THE PLOT(YOU'LL KNOW SOON WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT) SO PLS DONT ATTACK ME. FLUFFY, CUTE AND HAPPY CHAPTERS COMING SOON 🩷
Special mention to @fallonsworlds-blog for giving me such a great suggestion to add Laiba into the story. I saw that u guys really enjoyed having Laiba in the previous part ♡
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