Hello dear readers,

I’m 𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙟_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 and I truly welcome you to my story "𝙕𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙩-𝙚-𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖"

This is not just a story — it’s a journey of emotions, choices, and moments that touch the heart.

I’m not saying this is the best story ever,

but I do ask you one thing...

𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚...

Maybe, in some line, you’ll feel connected —

maybe you’ll see a little piece of yourself in one of the characters.

If you enjoy stories full of feelings, secrets, and deep emotions,

then 𝙕𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙩-𝙚-𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖 might be just right for you.

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so don’t forget to share your thoughts.

And if you like it — stay with me on this journey.

With love and words,

𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙟_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨

★Meet the Main Characters of Zeest Armeena★

➤ Armeena (Female Lead):

A brave and emotional girl caught between society’s rules and her own silent battles. Armeena is 18 years old and has just passed her intermediate exams. She is confused and doesn’t know what her goal or aim in life is yet. Armeena has an elder sister named Anmol. Anmol is very protective and caring. But one day, something terrible happens—Anmol gets kidnapped. This event shakes Armeena’s whole world and changes her life forever. She is strong, but the world never made it easy for her. Her journey is full of pain, mystery, and courage. Will she find peace… or more chaos?

➤ Kashan Malik (Main Male Lead):

You won’t meet him early, but when you do… he will leave a mark. Quiet, powerful, and dangerous in his own way — Kashan is not a man you forget. His entrance will change everything.

➤ David (Side Male Lead):

A mafia boss with a cold heart and sharp mind. But even monsters have stories, right? David’s role will make you question who is good… and who is just broken.

➤ Isabella (Side Female Lead):

A beautiful actress with fame in her hands and secrets in her heart. She shines in public but hides her truth in the shadows.

The character you meet at the very beginning of the story is Orhan Ahmed.

Although he appears for a short time.

Orhan is Armeena’s childhood friend, and he plays a key part in helping her search for Anmol, Armeena’s elder sister, who has been kidnapped.

In this story, you will watch how Armeena, a young girl who just completed her intermediate studies and is unsure about her life’s purpose, goes to great lengths for the sake of her sister. When her sister Anmol gets kidnapped, Armeena decides to join the mafia to gather information and find her. The story shows her struggles, courage, and determination as she navigates a dangerous world to rescue her beloved sister.

I won’t take any more of your time now, you can start the novel. I hope you like it. So read it and don't forget to gave me a feedback.

Part One – The Search

It was two in the night. Islamabad's weather was bitterly cold, and the night’s darkness made the chill even more piercing. She had already crossed the threshold of her home. A black cap covered her head, hiding her face. She was staring at the door, her mind filled with doubts — “Am I doing the right thing? Is running away from home the correct decision?”

But now, she had left all those thoughts behind, on the other side of the door.

She took out her phone and made a call.

“Hello? Where are you? Okay, stay there. I’m coming.”

She hung up and began walking toward the street.

Outside, a boy stood next to a car, dressed in black — a black shirt and pants. His brown eyes, heavy with sleep, scanned the road, waiting. When he saw the girl, he waved.

“Are you okay?” he asked — the same question he always asked before starting a conversation.

Armeena removed her cap. The smile that had always been part of her face since childhood — the one Orhan Ahmed knew so well — was missing tonight.

She wore a white shirt, black pants, and a black jacket. A college bag rested on her shoulders. Orhan gestured for her to sit inside the car and took the driver’s seat himself. Without saying a word, Armeena sat beside him.

At exactly three o’clock, Orhan brought her to an apartment.

“This belonged to my mom. After she passed, dad transferred it to my name. You can live here peacefully,” Orhan said, motioning her to the sofa. Armeena sat down.

“Ahmed…” she addressed him for the first time that night.

“Yes, Meena? Speak,” he said, sitting on a stool in front of her.

“I’m doing the right thing, right?” Armeena’s fear still lingered — had she taken a wrong step unknowingly?

“Look, Armeena, you had to choose someone. You’ve made your choice. Now focus on your goal and fulfill the promise you made to yourself. Leave everything else behind,” Ahmed reassured her.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m overthinking it,” she said, resting her head on the couch.

“Alright, now sleep. It’s 4 o'clock already. I’ll come in the morning. Keep your phone nearby,” Ahmed said as he stood up.

“You’re leaving me here alone?”

“Armeena, I’m your friend. I don’t think it’s right for both of us to stay in the same flat.”

“Hmm... you’re right,” she nodded.

“Lock the door. I might be late in the morning,” he added as he left.

Armeena glanced around the apartment — small but beautiful. She went to the room and lay down. She was exhausted — and perhaps broken. Soon, she drifted into sleep.

---

Darkness all around. Armeena was lost in her dream world when suddenly a noise from the kitchen woke her. Something had fallen. Her sleep was so light that even a whisper could wake her. She got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen.

Her bedroom opened into the TV lounge, which connected to the kitchen. As she stepped into the lounge, the lights flicked on.

Balloons of every color filled the room. In the center, a table with a cake and four gifts sat, surrounded by people. On the wall, a big “Happy Birthday” was spelled out in balloons.

She rushed to Sadia Begum and hugged her.

“Thank you, Mom,” she whispered, nearly in tears.

“Oh come on! We’ve been preparing for the past three hours and all we get is a ‘thank you, mom’?” Anmol teased.

Ali joined in, laughing.

“No! You all are my life. Thank you — all of you. Now let me cut the cake, I’m starving!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

“Yes, don’t keep our princess waiting — cut it!” said Sajjad Sahib, amused at his daughter’s hunger. They all cut the cake and enjoyed the celebration.

---

When she woke up the next morning, she remembered — she wasn’t home. She got up and went to the washroom. Thirty minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror tying her hair in a ponytail. She wore a white shalwar kameez. Her mind still echoed the same question — Am I doing the right thing?

The sound of the door startled her. She already knew who it would be.

“Hope you slept well, madam,” Ahmed said in a waiter-like bow. She laughed.

“Yes, I did sleep well,” she replied, stepping outside.

“I’ve brought everything you’ll need — food, fruits. Hopefully, it’ll last you a week,” he said, sitting on the couch. Armeena joined him.

After breakfast, Orhan Ahmed began packing up the dishes.

“I need to talk to you about something important, Meena,” he said, sitting down again.

“Go ahead,” Armeena gave him her full attention.

“I found out about Mike. He’s hiding in a small neighborhood,” Ahmed said calmly.

“Then let’s go! Anmol must be with him,” Armeena said, ready to leave.

“Armeena... Anmol’s not there,” Ahmed stood up as well.

“What do you mean? Then where is she?” Armeena looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s what we’re going to find out,” he said as he walked through the door. Armeena followed him.

---

Three Days Ago

“Wake up, Anmol! You sleep too much. I’m not waking you again,” Armeena tried for the third time to wake Anmol, who still refused to move.

Sadia Begum called out from the other room. Suddenly, Anmol jumped up and rushed to the washroom. Armeena laughed at her speed.

The family was sitting at the dining table. Sajjad Sahib had left in a hurry for work, but everyone else was eating leisurely.

“Eat slowly, Armeena! Why are you rushing?” Sadia scolded.

“Mom, Ahmed invited me over today. We’re going to play video games and have fun — he’ll get upset if I’m late,” Armeena explained quickly.

“Armeena, how many times have I told you to stop hanging out with boys? You’re 18 now — be careful,” her mom tried to advise.

“Oh Mom, what’s wrong with that? Mehr knows all of Armeena’s friends — they’re from good families,” Ali defended her.

“Yes, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll pick her up after university,” Anmol supported her too.

“Alright then... seems no one listens to the mother anymore,” she said with a half-smile.

Armeena received a message, kissed her mom’s forehead, and ran out.

A soft smile spread on Sadia’s face — she adored the bond between the three siblings.

---

A car entered through the gate of a mansion. Armeena checked the time — she was on time, thankfully. Ahmed approached from the other side.

Today, Armeena wore a black top and blue jeans. Her black hair was open, and the smile that always danced on her lips was shining in her deep, dark eyes.

She waved a hand in front of his face.

“Hey, hello! Fell asleep standing?” she teased.

“No, not at all. I was just admiring how beautiful you look today,” he replied as they walked inside.

“Oh really? So I only look good today? That means I looked bad before?” Armeena asked with a mock-frown.

Ahmed laughed.

“No, you always look beautiful to me,” he said sincerely.

“What do you mean?” she raised an eyebrow. Before Ahmed could reply, Dua and Hassan called them from behind, and they all went to Ahmed’s room.

---

“I’m exhausted! I’m skipping uni tomorrow for sure,” Rania said, sitting on the grass with Anmol, who had been ignoring her ringing phone.

“Pick it up already! Who’s calling you?” Rania said, frustrated.

“No one... wrong number,” Anmol replied and switched off her phone.

“I’m starving. Order something to eat,” she grumbled.

“Alright, I’ll go get something,” Rania walked away.

That’s when Anmol made her move. She walked toward the university’s main gate, turned her phone back on, and picked up the call.

“Hello? Yeah, where are you?”

“I’m in the black car parked in front of the park. Come on,” a male voice said.

Anmol ended the call and got into the car — already seated inside was a guy in a t-shirt, jacket, a chain around his neck, and a smile that Anmol had always despised.

“What’s your problem? Why do you keep bothering me? Didn’t you understand the first time?” she snapped.

“I need to tell you something important,” the boy said, leaning closer.

Before she could react, he pressed a folded cloth against her mouth. Within seconds, Anmol was unconscious. He signaled the man in the driver’s seat, and the car sped away.

---

To Be Continued...

Part 1 – The Search

“Hey, what are you guys doing on Tuesday? Let’s all go out for lunch,” Sana asked as everyone sat drinking juice after getting tired from playing games.

“Sure, I’m free, but Ahmad usually has lunch with his family on Tuesdays,” Armeena explained.

“Ohh, that’s the reason,” all three turned to look at Ahmad.

“Y-Yeah, she’s right. Let’s plan it for another day,” Ahmad confirmed what Armeena said.

“Okay, but Armeena, why do you call Ahmad by his last name ‘Orhan’? It’s such a sweet name,” Dua asked curiously.

“That’s a secret between me and Ahmad,” Armeena replied and winked at him, making him smile.

“Well now, my mission is to find out that secret,” Hasan jumped in.

“You should aim for something better, like me,” Sana said proudly.

“Oh really? And what’s that?” Ahmad asked.

“I want to invent something that no one has even thought of before,” she said excitedly, making everyone laugh.

“Forget her—Orhan, what do you want to do?”

“I just want to be like my father.”

“What about you, Armeena? What’s your aim in life?” Hasan asked after a while.

“Umm... I haven’t really thought about it yet. Or maybe I just haven’t found something that feels like my true purpose,” Armeena replied thoughtfully.

———

Everyone had left except Armeena. She was waiting for Anmol, but she still hadn’t shown up. Her phone was also turned off.

“Still waiting for Anmol?” Ahmad asked, walking up to her.

“Yeah... Maybe she forgot,” Armeena replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Come on, I’ll drop you home.” Ahmad headed to his car, and Armeena silently followed.

“Want to eat gol gappay (spicy street snacks)?” Ahmad offered, and Armeena nodded excitedly.

A little later, they were eating by the roadside when suddenly a black car sped past them. Armeena got scared and turned to stare at it disappearing into the distance.

“Come on, Armeena. It’s getting late,” Ahmad called out.

“Hmm, let’s go.”

———

15 minutes later, she was at home. Ahmad had dropped her outside.

She came in, greeted her mom, and went straight to her room.

“Armeena! Where’s Anmol? Wasn’t she supposed to come with you?” Saadia Begum came in from the kitchen, worried.

“Mom, Ahmad dropped me off,” Armeena replied.

Saadia Begum got anxious. Armeena checked the clock—it was 9 PM. Anmol usually came by 7. Why hadn’t she shown up? Her phone was still off.

“Mom, don’t worry. Maybe she had an extra class,” Armeena tried to reassure her.

———

Time kept passing. An hour later, the doorbell rang. Saadia quickly opened the door, hoping it was Anmol—but it was Ali. Seeing his mother’s teary eyes, he rushed in.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, looking at Armeena, who was also worried.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” he shouted.

“Anmol hasn’t come home yet. She was supposed to pick me up, but she never came,” Armeena explained.

“You could’ve at least called her!” he snapped, storming out of the house.

———

“She left the university at 3 PM, the guard confirmed. She’s not there either,” Mr. Sajjad said, sitting with his head in his hands.

“Bring my daughter back!” Saadia cried uncontrollably.

“Don’t worry, Mom. When the university opens at 6 AM, we’ll check the CCTV footage. That might help,” Armeena said.

Now, everyone was just waiting for 6 AM.

———

At 7 AM, Ali and Mr. Sajjad came back home. Saadia rushed to them.

“Where is Anmol? Did you find anything?” she asked eagerly.

Mr. Sajjad looked at her with tearful eyes.

SLAP!

A loud slap echoed through the house. Armeena rushed to her mother, shocked. In 28 years of marriage, this was the first time Mr. Sajjad had hit Saadia.

“Dad—” Armeena tried to speak.

“Silence! I raised my daughters like sons, and look what Anmol has done. She’s left me disgraced!” he cried.

“This is all because of your upbringing. You’re responsible for this,” he said, blaming Saadia.

“Dad! Brother! What actually happened? Why are you talking like this?” Armeena shouted.

“She got into someone’s car—shamelessly destroyed our family’s honor,” Ali said angrily. It was the first time Armeena had seen this kind of rage in him. Everything had fallen apart in just one night.

———

The whole house was silent the next day—like a graveyard. No one ate, no one spoke. Then the doorbell rang. Armeena had just finished praying and started walking toward the door, when someone grabbed her hand.

“Where are you going? Huh? Are you going to run off like Anmol too?”

“Brother, I just wanted to check who it is,” Armeena replied. But in her brother’s eyes today, she didn’t see the love she had seen yesterday during breakfast.

“Go to your room,” Ali said coldly and walked to the door himself.

“Yes? What is it?” he asked the man outside.

“I was told to deliver this letter to this house,” the man replied.

“Alright, you can go,” Ali said, shutting the door after taking the letter.

The envelope had “Anmol” written in big letters. As Ali read it, his expression changed from shock to anger. He threw the letter on the floor and ran outside.

Armeena picked it up and began to read:

"Peace. I hope you’re all doing well.

I’m really sorry for everything I’ve done.

There’s a boy I really like.

Armeena, you might remember I once said that running away from home is foolish—but only if you don’t leave a letter.

Well, that boy is Christian... and we’ve gotten married.

Please forget me."

To be continued...