Married Without Love novel Chapter 37

||Third Person's POV||

Everything was happening very fast around and everything was at stake. Many lives, many happiness, many memories and beautiful and innocent souls. One wrong move and everything could be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

If everything went wrong with the plan then three lives would lose their lives forever. One Mishal, second her unborn baby and third Aabro, real Aabro, not a fake Aabro aka Alia.

And if something happened to Mishal then maybe one more life would lose his life, his soul and his heart forever.

And who is that person?

Zayaan.

"Oh my God! Mishal, please take deep breaths," Aabro told Mishal who was gasping for air and looked pale.

Mishal was crying in pain and put her hand on her bump while Aabro wiped her tears and sweat from her face. The pain was increasing second by second and it was becoming difficult for Mishal to breath.

It had been two hours since Wasir had locked Mishal with Aabro in the dark cell. At first Mishal was terrified of Aabro but when Aabro explained everything to her everything, she understood that the girl who was living with Zayaan's family was not Aabro instead it was Alia.

Aabro quickly got up and stood in front of the door. She banged her fists on the door and shouted for help. Aabro turned around to look at Mishal who screamed in pain and sobbed loudly.

"Mishal!" Aabro screamed her name and quickly ran back to her.

Mishal pressed her lips together tightly to stop another scream and her body shook in pain. Aabro didn't want anything to happen with Mishal. She silently promised herself that she would take Mishal out of this hell.

The door opened with a loud thud and a man entered the room. Aabro quickly stood up and hid behind the door and picked a rod from the ground.

Mishal was twisting in pain and was silently praying for the safety of her kid. The man who worked for Wasir walked to Mishal and before he looked around for Aabro, Aabro quickly hit him very hard on his head from behind. That man fell on the floor with a loud thud and lost his consciousness.

Aabro dropped the rod on the ground and quickly pulled his pistol out of his pocket before helping Mishal to stand up.

"We will get out of here, Mishal. I promise you," Aabro promised her and quickly walked out of the cell.

Aabro held a pistol in one hand and Mishal in the other hand. Mishal held her sobs and screams while Aabro looked around as they made their way out of the basement. Aabro found a door but when they opened it carefully, they entered the empty washroom which had a big window in front of the door. Aabro quickly locked the door behind them and opened the window.

"Mishal, you have to jump out of this window. We are on the ground floor and you can do this," Aabro encouraged her, softly and held her shivering hands.

Mishal looked out of the window and saw Aabro was right. Mishal nodded her head slowly and Aabro helped her to jump from the window. When Mishal carefully and safely landed on the ground, Aabro quickly jumped from the window. Suddenly, there were sounds of firing of guns echoing in the air.

Both of them startled and looked at each other. They both pressed against the wall and Aabro held Mishal while praying for their lives. They both were behind the house while the sounds of firing was coming from the opposite side of the house.