desire

/dɪˈzʌɪə/

noun

a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

خواہش // معنی:

(چاہنا )

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رضائے یار پے خواہش کو مارنے والے 
عجب سخی ہیں محبت میں ہارنے والے

Ishaaq was pacing back and forth looking at stairs and then back at the documents in his hand. He was waiting for his boss Sikandar Alamgir. He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief gulped nervously when he saw him approaching.

"Morning sir"

Sikandar nodded his head in response and dialed a number on his phone. Ishaaq was waiting patiently for him to finish.

"Yeah, tell dad I'll be there in ten minutes "

He looked at his PA who was busy glaring at the ground. Ishaaq Waleed was in his early twenties, dark hair, brown eyes and his glasses made him look nerdy.

He was working for Sikandar Alamgir for almost three years now but still he got nervous sometimes. Sikandar Alamgir was a powerful businessman and everyone was afraid of his anger. His father Suleman Alamgir was in politics and now he was hell bent on getting his son in politics but Sikandar was not an easy man who could get in his hands.

"You wanted to tell me something ?"

Ishaaq looked up and saw him staring directly at his face. He wiped his hands on his pants nervously but didn't speak anything. He was afraid. He didn't know what kind of reaction would he face. He had seen him in anger and it was not a pleasant sight. He slowly forwarded his hand and gave him the papers he was holding.

Sikandar took the papers from his hand and looked at them.

"The SP, he... cancelled the orders "

Ishaaq said and looked at his face waiting for him to say something.

Sikandar clutched the papers tightly and threw them on the floor after tearing them.

" Get me his daughter "

Ishaaq looked at him wide eyed, he knew his reaction would be harsh but he didn't expected this

"But sir i..."

Sikandar looked at him and he quickly shut his mouth, he nodded his head and left to implement the order of his boss.

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She placed her head against the headboard and closed her eyes. A few tears escaped from the corner of her eyes. They were not stopping from flowing out of her eyes. Her eyes were puffed red, now it even hurt to open them. She didn't know from how long she was there. Her head was aching, her throat was dry from screaming. She was locked in a room for god knows how long.

Everything was fine in the morning but then her life turned upside down. She was kidnapped from her university gate. She didn't know who did it and why? They had put her in this room and no one came to check on her since then.

She had tried but there was no way she could escape. So she sat down in vain waiting for some miracle to happen that could save her. She was tired and afraid. The fear was crawling slowly from inside. She didn't know the intention of the kidnapper and thats why she was afraid.

It felt like everything was shutting down slowly and when she was on the verge of getting unconscious she heard the door opening. She opened her eyes slowly but couldn't see anything properly. She blinked and tried to clear her vision. She saw a boy standing there, he had glasses on and was holding a phone in his hand.

She sat up slowly and tried to speak but only coughed because her throat was dry and it hurt to speak.

"Please... "

She croaked and bent forward trying to reach him with her hands.

"Please let me go"

She sobbed and looked at him but he just looked at her without any expression on his face. And slowly stepped out of her line of vision. She saw a man standing where the boy was standing a second ago. He had Black clothes on and when she looked at his face she didn't find any scary looking guy on the contrary he was quite handsome.

He was looking at her intensely. She felt like he could almost see inside her soul with his dark eyes. She sat up straight and his eyes followed her every movement.

"Maine kuch nahi kiya... Please mujhay jane do" 
(I didn't do anything. Please let me go)

Blinking the lashes heavy with tears she looked at him.

Sikandar had entered the room with intention of hurting the girl. He had entered with the intention of teaching that SP a lesson for rejecting the orders for his club. Ishaaq was standing in front of him and blocked his view but he heard a voice.

Ishaaq stepped to the side allowing him a better look. A girl was sitting on the bed, crying. And she was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Her hair were long covering half of her front. She slowly looked up and their eyes met. He drew a breath.

There was a strange feeling inside of him. And it was not something he was used to. Yet the feelings were so strong it almost pushed him to do something rash.

He watched her for a moment more but snapped out of the moment quickly when she spoke. He walked forward and reached her side. He sat down on the bed and she started moving back slowly, he knew she was scared.

"What's your name? "

He asked her in a very soft voice, looking in her eyes. Her eyes were brown, comforting, as sweet as chocolate and strong as oak. In her eyes there was a warmth and he felt himself drowning in them.

"Anya"

She said softly and looked at the man in front of her strangely. He mumbled her name slowly and then stood up from the bed turning towards the boy he spoke with him.

"Send her back"

He looked at her one last time and then left the room.

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Sikandar was working on some files, he wanted to finish tomorrow's work quickly because he was going to be more busy now than ever. Today he had done what his father wanted. He had joined politics. He became a candidate in the elections. But he didn't wanted to leave his business aside.

Sikandar placed the file down and looked at Ishaaq who was sitting in front of him and looked at him but quickly averted his eyes when Sikandar looked up.

"What do you want to ask? "

Ishaaq lifted his head and saw his boss lighting a cigarette. He pushed his glasses back on his nose nervously.

"I uhmm.. Why did you let her go? "

He finally asked him the thing was bugging him since morning.

"I know how much you invested in that club and that SP stopped us from opening it. We even had the license but..."

Sikandar stood up from his chair and walked towards the window from where he could see the city. The sky was dark and city was bright and illuminated. He took a long drag of cigarette. Ishaaq had stopped speaking and was looking at him.

"I wanted to run that club and it was my utmost wish but now it doesn't matter. "

He spoke in a soft and clear voice.

No one in his life had ever made him feel like this. He trembled slightly at the thought. He had been with many women in his life but nothing ever felt like this. Just one look and he was gone. It was like he was being carried away by a force of nature, completely unable to change the course. It was terrifying and it felt so right at the same time. He knew he wasn't going to fight it.

When he saw her crying and so vulnerable in that moment he wanted to hide her from world and place her in the safest corner of his heart. He felt it again the passion and that increasingly familiar sense of possession.

He wanted her. She was his. And he'd be damned he let anyone take her.

Ishaaq looked at him quietly he knew there was something running through his mind.

"I want something else now "

He said and looked at the dark sky that was dark as him.

"What? "

His eyes were now set on the bright lights of the city.

"The most precious treasure of that SP... Anya Sufiyan " 
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Anya was curled up in her bed wide awake. Sleep was miles away from her eyes. She had safely reached her home but she was still terrified.

What did that man wanted from her? That single thought wasn't letting her sleep peacefully. If he was any enemy of his father then why didn't he hurt her? Why did he let her go?

Closing her eyes tightly she tried to quell the sense of panic that was building.

He was very handsome no doubt. His hair were dark as his eyes. Long lashes, stubble covered jaw. His body was muscular she didn't see much but she could tell from the way his clothes fitted him.

She opened her eyes quickly when she heard her phone ringing. She sat up quickly. Why was she thinking about him?

She looked at her phone and frowned at the unknown number. It was late in the night. She answered it with a thought.

"Hello"

There was complete silence on the other side for a minute.

"Mujhay sata kar khud bhi sukoon se so nahi pa rahi ho ye jan kar acha lag raha hai" 
(Its good to know that you can't sleep peacefully after tormenting me)

She frowned and a strange look crossed her face.

"Kon baat kar raha hai? "
(Who's talking?)

"Sikandar "

There was a feeling of uneas settling in her stomach.

"Kon Sikandar? " 
(Sikandar who?)

She asked and tried to think if she knew any man named Sikandar.

"Tumhare munh se mera nam kitna khoobsurat lag raha hai"
(My name sounds so beautiful coming from your mouth)

By now she was sure that it was some wrong number and a stupid guy was calling to tease her by his cheap talks. She was going to cut the call but stopped when she heard his last words.

"Maine jis bhi cheez ko chaha hai ussay paya hai. Aur tum meray dil ki awalen khawhish ho Anya Sufiyan mai tumhein kesay chor sakta hun."

( Whatever thing i have ever wanted i got it. And you are the foremost desire of my heart Anya Sufiyan. How can i leave you. )

She felt her heart stopping. Whoever was calling he knew her. He called her name. She clutched the sheets around her tightly.

"Bohat jald tum meray pehlu mai ho gi. Intezar karna mera."

( Soon you will be by my side. Wait for me)

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