Chapter 19: The Hunt
Balira stared at Asad for a while before Asad spoke again "Go, please hurry pack your bags" She scurried to the wardrobe packing with different things going on in her mind 'Who was Asad talking to? Why was he so pale? but most importantly why as
We're they going to Japan?
Asad quickly got their passport ready which was, of course, fake, and then a realization hit him "Balira didn't have a fake passport" he face-palmed himself, he knew what his father was like so he should have gotten Balira a fake passport immediately after the marriage. She would have to use her real one? But that was out of the question as it was too risky. 'maybe I could use the private jet? ' he thought it was too risky, he needed to think and he needed to do it fast. He then concluded that the private jet was best, and they all left the house Balira, Asad, Halima, and VIC...
In Asad's private jet, VIC and Halima were in the cockpit because they wanted to let the couple have some time to themselves but was that going to happen?
Now they were alone Asad's thoughts were all over, he was deep in thought. Asad didn't have any serious relationships with anyone, he was a playboy who didn't want anything to do with commitment, never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would be married but here he was now staring at his wife who was ever so beautiful, beautiful was an understatement because Balira was almost bewitching, she was the most beautiful woman Asad had ever laid eyes on (awww)
But it wasn't only her beauty that captivated him but everything about her, her smile, her laugh, her caring nature, she was just too precious. He continued to stare at her.
Her hair was a light brown colour and so were her eyes, he trailed his gaze down her nose, her lips were soft and pink, and his lips curled up a little as he remembered how red she was when he kissed her. He sighed, he didn't know someone so good was in a world so bad.
He continued to stare and she also stole glances before returning her gaze elsewhere. Balira was also lost in thoughts of her own, she never imagined she would have an arranged marriage. She believed in finding the right guy, falling in love, and doing a couple of stuff like watching movies, going on little dates, and all that. But here she was staring at a man who was now her husband who had an unfortunate childhood, she stared at him taking note of his features, his strong jaw which was accompanied by a beard, his pouty lips, his straight nose, and finally his dark brown eyes, accompanied by long beautiful lashes. She didn't realize Asad was staring at her lips.
Their eyes met, and they were both obvious to each other thoughts, Asad wanted to say something but he didn't know yet.
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Mr. Malik had just gotten some information regarding Asad's whereabouts, but unfortunately, they couldn't find anything, they searched high and low but alas it was in vain. "it appears my son is smarter than I presumed" he mumbled to himself. "that's okay, nobody can escape from Abdul malik"
Just then Hamida entered and retorted his words "But my mom did, she's alive and well and away from you" Mr. Malik turned around to face his daughter who dared to rebuke his words? "how dare you" he said and raised his hand but stopped before he could make contact with her face. He promised himself that he would never lay a finger on another woman AGAIN. He sighed, picked up his phone, and dialled a number "Get the plane ready, we are going hunting" he then entered his room put on a tracksuit, took his AK47 in his hand, and stormed out of the house, all geared up and ready for action, he got in his car and zoomed off. Hamida who was so frightened at the thought of what her father was going to do decided "I have to call brother and warn him" She fumbled around for her phone.....