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The next day brought a new visitor at the doorstep of Malik house hold. Zalaan had kept his promise of coming to ask Razzaq for the hand of his daughter respectfully for the last time after this he wouldn't ask before taking her away.
Dressed in his expensive black suit, the top button undone, Zalaan looked like a model straight out a magazine. The type of a man who could easily corrupt any girls dreams but what more could he do when his own sanity has been corrupted by an angel.
"Kaise hain aap Razzaq sahab?" Zalaan said while shaking hands with Merzia's dad.
"Waalaikumsalam" Razzaq replied making Zalaan roll his eyes. He was guided in a separate portion in a wide hall, his calculated gaze roamed around for a moments taking his surroundings in before sitting down.
Zalaan sat down while opening his coat button with his left hand. His posture straight and confident, a 5 o'clock shadow casted on his features, his intimidating aura made the young maid shiver a little as she served the two men and scrammed away from the scene immediately.
"Razzaq sahab mera khayal aap jaante hain me yahan kion aya hon." He said in a stern tone.
(Mr Razzaq I think you know why I'm here)
"Agar tu wahi baat duhrane aaye hain Zalaan mian tu mera jawab ab bhi wahi hai" Razzaq said leaning back on the sofa. Looking at the way Zalaan's jaw locked, he knew he had triggered a nerve.
(If your here to repeat what you said earlier then my answer is still the same)
Zalaan clenched his fist. His jaw set and eyes fierce, he looked at the old man sitting infront of him with such ease that it ticked him off even more. How was this man sitting here so leisurely when he knew full well just how effortlessly his daughter can be taken away, never to return again.
"I thought by now you would've known I'm not taking no as an answer" he said in a deathly tone.
"I also think by now you should've figured out that I'm not going to marry my daughter with a man with such an awful background." Mr Malik said picking up his tea cup and sipping his tea without a care in the world.
Razzaq didn't pay any heed to the heated glare he felt on himself, rather he stirred the sugar in his tea in a calm manner, glancing up at the other man once before lifting his cup to his lips.
Zalaan inhaled sharply. He shut his eyes trying hard not to loose his temper infront of this man.
Zalaan took out the gun from the holster and put it on the coffee table. Just as a threat he wouldn't kill his Angel's father, or would he?
Razzaq felt a smirk tug at his lips as he raised an eyebrow at the weapon sitting on his table. Tilting his head to the side he smiled softly making Zalaan curse him under his breath for looking so unbothered.
