Ch.13
In a short while, magazines disappeared from the city as if they were never there. Undoubtedly, the unknown person seemed to be quite influential.
The unknown man was sitting on the rocking chair and smiling while puffing on a cigarette.
"I knew. This is the only way to stay close to you. Well, while talking to you, I will know the state of your heart." He closed his eyes and began to capture her in his eyes.
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On returning home, she first went to Ayesha's aunt's shop.
"How are you, my dear?"
Ayesha's Aunt's tone had changed completely.
"You would have told me clearly that I should pick up the magazine from here? What was the need to do all this?"
She did not understand him.
"What does mean??"
"Two or three policemen came and took away all the magazines from here. Moreover, they also took away the name slips of those whom I sold."
Rosie had a triumphant smile on her face after listening to her.
"Oh... then you must have suffered a bad loss.
"No. They have seized this money."
"The amount ??" Her eyes widened.
"You have so much reach. Wow!"
She began to admire her.
"Yes. Then you agreed, didn't you?" she said proudly.
"Well, I have come to know that your shop and money are important to you."
Ayesha Aunty bowed her head after listening to her.
"Well. It doesn't matter. Is there any copy of the magazine left or did those people take it all?"
"They took everything."
For a moment her face looked depressed, but the next moment she left smiling.
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As soon as she reached home, the magazine was already in her mother's hand.
As soon as she entered through the door, she saw her mother sitting on a chair in the lounge.
"Mama. You? Why are you sitting here?" She asked casually.
"What is this?"
She spoke while holding the magazine in her hand in front of her, which had a picture of him with Ahan Yusuf on the cover.
"Mama this" The words of an unknown person echoed in his mind.
When magazines were picked up from all over the city and returned to those who bought them.
But how did this magazine come into the hands of his mother?
"Mama. Please. Don't take anything for granted. Sit and talk comfortably."
Before he could react, Sameer came out of the kitchen smiling.
"Why should we derive anything from ourselves? The truth is being seen, my dear." He placed the cups of tea in both his hands on the table and appeared in front of her with a mocking smile.
"What made you think the game was over?" He smiled half-heartedly.
"The game has started now Rosie Haroon. You know all the magazines in this city have been confiscated by one of your lovers. "But you must have been surprised to see this magazine in my hand." He said with a sarcastic smile.
"Mom. Please don't listen to his nonsense. I'll tell you everything."
"Yes. Tell me. I would also like to hear what is the matter. Is Ahan or his wealth?"
Now that she was flustered.
"Just shut up Sameer. Our engagement is over. And this relationship too. It would be better if you leave here." She humbly spoke.
D'Souza did not understand anything.
"I'm going, Aunty. I'm going forever."
After all, you people also melted when you saw the money, knowing that, that person is a Pakistani. He said this and left the place placing the cup on the table.
He had left there. But now D'Souza was looking at her with questioning eyes.
"What is all this? Will you tell me something?"
"Mom. Please. He was the one who forced me to do all this."
Without pausing momentarily, she began to tell D'Souza the whole story.
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The stranger did exactly as he was told, but there was still a magazine, Rosie was getting even angrier with this unknown person.
Her phone was ringing again and again. And she kept disconnecting the phone. Now that she received the voice message on WhatsApp.
"What do you think you're going to cheat on me and I'm going to let you go? It's not good to even think about cheating on me." The threat was clear in his voice.
Now the call started coming again.
"What's your problem?" She spoke in a harsh tone.
"You are my problem. Cheater." He spoke in a furious mood.
"What? Cheater? And me? "So, what are you? Yes?? say "
"What did I do??" He was confused.
"You didn't do anything as promised, so why should I talk to you?" She said bluntly.
"Look, Miss Rosie Haroon. I'm bound by my promise. And I..."
"Just shut up." Rosie was really angry.
"So how did my ex-fiancé get hold of that magazine? You know, he showed it to my mother."
"What?? Ex-fiancée??" He was not surprised that her mother found out. He was surprised that she had a fiancé.
"Don't ever think I can deceive you. Don't worry. That last magazine will be at your house before dawn. And after that, if you try to go back on your words." He stopped talking.
She was amazed at his style.
"By now you must have a good idea of what I can do."
Now that she mustered some courage, she spoke.
"Don't even try to intimidate me."
Hearing his words, he laughed.
"I like your bravery. You don't give in. You don't get scared. Hopefully from tomorrow, we will talk in a good mood. Allah Hafiz."
The phone was switched off by him. But Rosie remained under the influence of his words till late at night.
"After all, who is this? Who knows me so much? And how can I be so important to him? How? And why?"
She kept asking herself many such questions for a long time.
The next morning, as he thought, it happened. As soon as there was a knock at the door, she ran to the door.
A parcel wrapped in yellow paper awaited her.
"Ma'am. For you." The parcel carrier's face was covered with the mask.
"Do you know him?" He questioned with a sceptical look.
He hurried back.
"Wait. Wait."
He turned back as she stepped forward.
"He loves you. If you can't at least love him, don't. But don't hurt him."
She came out. "What's his name?"
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to be continued....