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‎After the dinner, She walked out of house, in the back garden to get some air. She sat under a big tree against the trunk and near the swing. The only source of light was the dimly lit ones on the tree, creating a romantic and serene scene in the darkness of night. Her eyes were closed, savoring the peaceful moment as she was leaning against the tree.

Her eyes shut, a soft expression on her face, cold wind bathing her body with it's effect, making her shiver and her chest falling and rising with every breath she take, her hips pressed against the ground as she savor the moment.

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‎It's the best place for her to calm her mind whenever it's disturbed. She has always felt a link with nature like it's the most soothing thing in the entire world, maybe because her mother also loved to spend her time in places like these. She loved gardening. She had a dream that when she'll bought her own house, she'll make her very own garden there and Maya's father being a love sick puppy did fulfilled her dream of having a house with a beautiful garden but before they all could live there like a happy family, the tragedy happened, taking away the people who were home to her.

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‎While she were lost in her thoughts, enjoying the cold breeze of the night against her flawless skin, she didn't notice the dark figure slowly approaching from the shadows. Her footsteps silent but crunching of leaves under his foot gave him away. The dim lights cast mysterious patterns on his face, highlighting his sharp jawline and intense eyes that were fixed on her curvature.

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‎His footsteps were silent as he approached her from behind the tree. He stopped right behind her, taking in her peaceful expression, her closed eyes, her heavy breathing that made her large breasts rise and fall gently. His hands itched to touch her but he tried as hard as he could to compose himself.

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‎Despite his control, Jaffar couldn't resist the allure of her voluptuous figure any longer. Clenching his jaw, he circled around to stand before you, towering imposing as he gazed down at her helplessly sexy form sprawled beneath the tree. His eyes traced over her curves visible through the soft fabric of her dress, a visible bulge already forming in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against that tree and take her right there. "Enjoying the breeze?".

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‎At the sudden intrusion, she slowly opened her eyes, and saw him standing over her like a shadow. He was so silent that she didn't noticed when he came so close. She didn't understand what he asked at the first time. "Huh?"

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‎His voice was lower than usual, almost dangerous. He watched as she slowly opened her innocent doe eyes, unaware of his dirty mind that was imagining her spread beneath him against that tree. "I asked if you're enjoying the breeze?" He repeated softly, almost too softly, which is rare for a guy like him.

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‎Giving him a suspicious and awkward look, she just nod her head and sat straight on the ground, correcting her posture alongside her dupatta. The dupatta on her chest giving her a innocent but tempting look, making it more difficult for Jaffar to control himself than it already was.

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‎"Why did you came here?" He closes his eyes as he hears her soft voice, it's like heaven to his ears. "To see you" He opens his eyes slowly, gauging her reaction. Whereas his words were too simple for anyone but they didn't failed to form a flutter in her, warming up her cheeks, making her blush. He smile, looking at her embarrassed. It's too rare for him to smile knowing his reputation but it's common when he's with her because she brings the best out of him.

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‎They stayed there in silence which was a comfortable one. Jaffar moved to sit beside Maya, in the same position she is, leaving just an inch between them. The moonlight bathing them both, making a serene effect. For a moment they both forget everything, it was just them, sitting under a tree, stargazing like a normal person.

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‎There was no need for any of them to say anything as they had each other's presence and that was more than enough. If you could define the phrase 'Actions speaks louder than words' it would be this.

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‎Aside from Jaffar, Maya also feels something for him but she's not ready to admit it yet, she's not ready to admit that she could need someone, she would want someone. She's a girl who believe she's different from everybody else as she likes to keep things to herself, stay alone, away from crowds however this generation is more of a outgoing, fun loving but she's different, unique in her own way. And on top of that she doesn't wanna rely on anyone even for tiniest things. As she has spent most of her life alone now she's habitual of that.

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‎On the other side Jaffar is dying from desperation, desperate to pull her close, into his arms, to breathe in her air. To smell her hair, to nuzzle into her neck, to break all of her barriers for once. The urge to do that is so strong that he was about to pull her closer but stopped when they heard crumbling of leaves under someone's feet as they approach.

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‎A lady in her mid forties, wearing farshi shalwar with dupatta wrapped around her neck, approach them. She had a disapproving look on her face. She stood Infront of them and looked down on their face. "Tum Kya kar rahi ho isky sath yahan? Wo bhi itni raat ko. Sharam nahi hai Tum may?".

{What are you doing here? That in the this hour of the night. Do you have any Shane or not?}

She angrily taunted to Maya like she caught her doing something bad. Maya didn't liked her tone nor the way she looked at her, it made her feel uneasy but she stayed quiet in respect. Lowering her eyes, she quietly went inside the house, leaving them behind without another word.

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‎But Jaffar wasn't done with it. He won't ignore the way Maya felt bad "Watch how you talk to her. She's not like you so it would be better if you start respecting her". Jaffar stood up and he was towering above her with his tall height, making her feel small but she still didn't stopped being stubborn. "Maa may hun tumhari, wo nahi. Kisi ny tameez nahi sikhaye maa sy baat karny ki".

{I am your mother, not her. Didn't anyone taught you manners.}

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‎Jaffar chuckled but there was no humor behind it. "Nahi sikhaye, wo Kya hai na ky jis ny tameez sikhani thi us maa ko may kabhi Nazar nahi aya".

{No, actually the who should've taught me manners, she always ignored me}

He looked at her sternly making her gulp a lump down her throat.

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‎But still her arrogance didn't go yet. "Dobara Maya ky bary may lecture diya mujhy then don't blame me if I put some sense into you. Aur kis Haq sy uski side ly rahy ho Tum!?".

{If you have me a lecture on Maya again then don't blame me if I put some sense into you. And with what right you are taking her side}

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‎Jaffar took a step closer, now standing just a inch away while his stern gaze making her regret her life decisions. "I dare you to use that tone with me again and you'll know who Jaffar Ali is! Aur ap Haq ki baat karty hen? Karny py aya na to ap achy sy janti hai k Kya hai wo mere liye aur Kya Haq dy sakta hu may usko".

{You talk about right?. You know what  she's to me and what right I could give her}

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‎He stormed back inside the house, leaving her there with her thoughts. As soon as he went away, she left a breath, she didn't knew she was holding. Her face had became pale with fear just by looking at his face in anger because that's the effect he has over people.

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‎If he doesn't say anything to Maya doesn't mean he'll leave others. Maya is the only person who has all rights over him, for rest of the world, he's still a nightmare.

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‎        His mother, Rani aunty has always been like that, stubborn, irritated with everyone, rude and nonchalant. She's like she doesn't care about anyone, including him and that's the only part where I feel bad for him because his mother is alive but still he never got her love.

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‎She hates him for literally no valid reason. She is rude with everyone including me but with him she's extra like he's the cause of global warming.

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‎When I was little, this thing was new to me because as long as my parents was alive, they always pampered me a lot. I mean like every kid gets loved by their parents but it wasn't the case with Jaffar. He would constantly get ignored by his mother like he doesn't even exist and that would broke my heart. Other family members tried to reason with her but she listened to no one, shattering that little Jafar's heart.

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‎It was so strange for me and when I got elder, I asked my grandma about the reason behind her hatred with Jaffar then my grandma explained to me that jafar's mother don't like him because when he was about to be born, his father cheated on his mother, it was due to some of their personal reasons but no matter what the excuse is, cheating is not acceptable on the other hand, treating Jaffar like that was also not right. It wasn't even his fault but that lady is stubborn as hell.

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‎I was deep in my thoughts, pacing around in my room. I know she insulted me, she was rude to me but I stopped caring long ago as this wasn't the first time. Being an orphan in this world is not easy, you would hear taunts from every person like it's there right to do so.

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‎I stopped in my tracks when I saw Jaffar entering my room and leaning his muscular form against the door frame, looking at me like I'm the most interesting person to ever exist in this planet.

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‎"Miss me, butterfly?". I only scowl in response which brought a shit eating grin on his face followed by the voice of blaze, his dog. As blaze entered, there was a piece of fabric in his mouth. I thought he was eating something he wasn't supposed to. That made me concerned as it's not good for him and I stepped ahead to take it from him but as soon as I stood Infront of him, I recognized the fabric which made my eyes widened. It's Rani aunty's favorite dress. "Oh my God, Blaze, what did you do". I sat Infront of him and tried to snatch it from his mouth but he stayed stubborn, Pura baap py gaya hai ye bhi.

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‎"He tored my mother's dress because he saw you sad because of her".

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