Dash-E-Ulfat Novel by Shazain zainab episode no 1 In English

 

 

 

 

Dasht-e-ulfat

 

Writen by.

Shazain zainab

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ep no 1

 

 

A tale that is still unfolding,

A love that has just awakened,

A hatred that is beginning to stir,

A revenge that is yet to be fulfilled,

A desert that still stretches on,

A burden that is immensely heavy.

 

Written by. Shazain Zainab

 

 

May Allah guide this girl! She stays up all night reading novels, but never even touches her textbooks. And then she sleeps as if she spent the entire night buried in books. It's a wonder if she even cares at all.

 

Anam Begum's patience had finally reached its limit.

"Jaza, get up like a human being before I lose my temper!"

 

And there she was, listening to her mother's words with her blanket pulled up to her ears. Her sleep, clearly not yet complete, she replied in a drowsy voice, "Mama, just five more minutes, pleaseeeeee."

 

Hearing this, Anam Begum nearly lost her mind.

"Five more minutes? It’s five minutes to nine! Do you plan on going to college today or should I get my shoes ready to wake you up?"

 

Hearing the time, Jaza suddenly came to her senses. She quickly jumped out of bed and started complaining, "Mama, you should’ve woken me up earlier! Now I’m going to be so late for college."

 

Listening to her, Anam Begum felt like either throwing a shoe at her, regardless of her age, or banging her own head against the wall.

 

After giving her a stern look and telling her to come down for breakfast, Anam Begum went downstairs, where her husband, Shahid, was sitting in the dining room with their younger daughter, Sawera.

 

Seeing her come down, Shahid asked, "Has my Jaza woken up?" Anam Begum looked at her husband and replied, "Only God knows what made you name her Jaza. This Jaza of yours has driven me up the wall. It’s a miracle if she ever wakes up on time or gets enough sleep."

 

Shahid could only smile and said, "Why are you so angry with my princess? After all, she is my Jaza, the first gift from my first and last love. She’s the first blessing in our home."

"Alright, alright, at least be mindful that the child is sitting right here," Anam Begum responded, aware of her husband's affectionate nature.

 

They were about to complete twenty years of their marriage, and even after all this time, he still showered his love on her and his beloved wife just as he did on the very first day.

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She stood in front of the mirror, applying kajal to her large, honey-colored eyes, which complemented them perfectly, enhancing their beauty even more. The combination of honey-colored eyes with thick, curved lashes was simply stunning. In her college uniform, she had tied her thick, honey-colored hair into a high ponytail. With her beautiful eyes further accentuated by kajal and a light gloss applied to her thin, pink lips, even in simplicity, she was nothing short of breathtaking. Fair-skinned, with beautiful eyes, soft and delicate lips, long, thick hair, and tall stature—she had the charm to make anyone’s heart skip a beat

 

After giving herself one last look, she grabbed her bag and went downstairs for breakfast.

 

"Good morning, Baba," she said as she entered the dining room and walked toward her father.

 

Both Shahid and Anam Begum looked at their daughter, who was exceptionally beautiful. They both silently prayed for her protection and good fortune.

 

After greeting her father, she sat down for breakfast, but the moment she glanced at the clock, she quickly stood up.

 

"Oh God, I’m so late!" she exclaimed. "Baba, hurry up! I'm late for college, and the van must have left by now. You'll have to drop me off."

 

Seeing his daughter rush like this, Shahid shook his head in disapproval, noticing how she was barely eating her breakfast—more like swallowing it whole. As she rushed out, she didn’t forget to pinch her mother’s cheek. Anam Begum, left behind, prayed for guidance for her whirlwind of a daughter, while turning her attention to her younger daughter, Sawera, who was watching her older sister's antics after finishing her own breakfast. Sawera had a day off from school today because her school had organized a trip to Murree, which she didn’t attend since none of her friends were going.

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Shahid Sahab dropped Jaza off at her college and then headed to his own. He was a professor by profession, who had recently become the principal of the college due to his status as the longest-serving and most esteemed teacher there. Through his honest earnings, he had always provided a good life for his family.

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As Jaza hurried into the college, she was searching for something in her bag when she suddenly collided with a solid figure coming from the opposite direction. She started to fall backward, but the figure quickly caught her in its embrace. Terrified of falling, she had already covered her eyes with her hands. Feeling herself being held by someone, she wondered aloud, "Did I just get saved?"

 

Her voice was clearly heard by the person holding her, who responded, "Yes, ma'am, you've not only been saved but are also swinging in my arms."

 

Startled by the masculine voice, she quickly removed her hands from her honey-colored eyes, only to find herself staring into a pair of blue eyes. It was like water meeting fire, as Jaza's eyes sparkled in the sunlight, while the blue-eyed figure seemed to carry an ocean in his gaze. For a moment, those blue eyes appeared confused, perhaps for the first time.

 

Realizing her position, Jaza immediately pushed the figure away and glared at him in anger. The blue-eyed man, noticing the anger in her honey-colored eyes, smiled slightly behind his mask. Had he seen himself in the mirror with that smile, he might have been in disbelief. And had Jaza seen his smile, she probably would have knocked him out by now.

 

Finding the man silent and observing her intently, Jaza, now furious, addressed the tall figure without any hesitation.

 

"Listen, mister, is this college built in your father's house that you’re walking around with your head held high? And if you are walking, could you at least keep your eyes open? Can’t you see someone coming from the opposite direction?"

 

Seeing the sharp-tongued girl, who was much younger than him, he was left dumbfounded as she managed to pin all the blame on him in a matter of seconds, even though it was she who was walking around the college as if it were her father’s house.

 

"Listen, ma'am..."

"What did you say, ma'am...??? Do I look like a 'ma'am' to you? Are your eyes and brain both not working? Don’t you know the difference between a girl and a woman???"

 

"Yes, of course, I know," the blue-eyed man replied, now fully engaged in the argument. "The term 'ma'am' can be used for both girls and women, but it's mostly used for women. And when you fight like a woman, I’ll call you 'ma'am,' okay?"

 

Hearing this, Jaza felt like scratching his face, but all she could do was glare at him angrily. She was already late for her class, and now she had to deal with this blue-eyed nuisance who she had unintentionally provoked.

 

"Listen, mister, you bumped into me, so it’s your fault. Apologize to me! Believe me, I have a big heart and I’ll forgive you. Apologize quickly; I need to get to my class. Hurry up!"

 

The poor guy was completely baffled. Not only had she unjustly blamed him, but now she was demanding an apology too.

 

"Okay, if your heart is really that big, then do one thing: forgive me without an apology. As for being late to your class, I didn’t stop you. Once your urge to fight is over, you can head to class. Now, please move aside; I have other things to do besides arguing with you."

 

With that, he walked away, but as he left, he couldn’t resist the urge to look back one more time. The one who had never looked back at anyone before, who people—especially girls—would turn to look at, found himself breaking his own rule today. He turned to catch another glimpse of those honey-colored eyes.

 

On the other hand, those honey-colored eyes were silently cursing him, interpreting his words as taunts. Jaza, muttering insults under her breath, headed toward her class, where her friend Noor was waiting for her.

 

Jaza and Noor had been together since childhood, and now they were in their final year of college, still side by side. Noor’s mother and Jaza’s mother were very close friends, which is why Noor and Jaza also became good friends. Noor is the only daughter of her parents, Amal Begum and Ahsan Sahab, and is engaged to Duraab, the only son of Ahsan Sahab’s younger brother, Kamran Sahab. Due to Noor’s late birth, she is younger than both of her uncle’s children, Duraab and Amna, and is the most pampered one in the family.

Noor was staring at Jaza, who had joined her hands in a pleading gesture.

 

"Look, Noor, I got scolded by Mama this morning, and then I faced this blue monster as soon as I got to college. Now, I can’t say anything more. Just look at my hands—no, no, darling, I won’t say anything. If I do, Miss Shameem will come after you. Let's go; I’ll deal with all this nonsense later, when we’re alone."

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"Maashallah, maashallah! Come in, come in. We were waiting for both of you. Our class's very VIP students," Miss Shameem said with a smile. She had a frown on her forehead, watching the two of them, who were always late due to Jaza's habit.

 

"Thank you, Miss, for such praise," Jaza said, blushing and lowering her head, while Noor was trying to control her anger towards Jaza.

 

"Shameless... Go to your seats. This is your last chance. If you’re late again, both of you will have to go to the principal's office," Miss Shameem said, glaring at them in frustration.

 

Jaza was trying to control her laughter, while Noor, still angry, nudged Jaza in the ribs and whispered in her ear, "You embarrass me everywhere you go and make me look bad. What a friend you are!"

 

"Well, what kind of friendship is it if it doesn’t embarrass you?" Jaza retorted with a playful tone.

 

"Wow, what style you have," Noor said, glaring at Jaza.

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"Ugh, this class has driven me crazy today! Did they all just remember to study in the last two weeks or what?"

 

After class, Jaza was busy dealing with her assignments when Noor asked her, "Who is that blue monster?"

 

"He's my aunt's son," Jaza replied, annoyed.

 

"What? What? When did another son of your aunt come into the world? Why didn’t you tell me?" Noor exclaimed.

 

"Well, you should have been there for the delivery if you wanted to know," Jaza said, lamenting Noor's lack of awareness while still feeling frustrated.

"You could have at least told me once. By the way, your aunt had a son at this age?"

 

"Noor, stop with the nonsense. When I got to college today, I bumped into him—he was walking around like a blind person. So, we had a little argument, and I don’t know his name, so I just call him 'blue monster.'"

 

"Was he really blue, that you named him 'blue monster'?" Noor asked after thinking for a while.

 

"Did you even have breakfast today? You're already driving me nuts," Jaza said, glaring at Noor.

 

"No, no, I did have breakfast. But tell me, why did you call him 'blue monster'? Please, tell me!" Noor asked with a pleading look.

 

"If you ask me one more question about him, you’ll see what happens," Jaza warned Noor with a stern look.

 

"Come on, just tell me. Please?" Noor winked at Jaza.

 

"His eyes were blue," Jaza finally admitted.

 

"Ooooo... Was he handsome?" Noor asked, wrapping her arms around Jaza’s shoulders and pulling her a bit closer, whispering with curiosity.

 

"Look, Noor, are you so interested in him? Should I call your fiancé and tell him that his sweet future wife is interested in someone else these days?" Jaza said, glaring at Noor.

 

"Alright, alright. Calm down. Why do you want to kill me with your anger? I’m just asking innocently," Noor replied with a pleading look.

 

Jaza just sighed, not sure what to say.

 

"I don’t know what good deeds I’ve done to deserve this daily torment. Because of you, I miss at least one class every day," Noor complained.

 

"And I don’t know what sins I’ve committed to be punished by not getting a moment of peace because of you," Jaza retorted.

 

And both of them ended up laughing at their own complaints. They were just like that—lost in their own fun.

While laughing, Noor's gaze fell towards Jaza's neck.

 

"Jaza, where is your pendant? Aren't you wearing it today?"

 

"What do you mean? I never take off my pendant," Jaza said, feeling anxious as she touched her neck and realized the pendant was missing. She began searching everywhere she had been, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. The break was almost over, and she was exhausted from looking everywhere.

 

Noor, thinking for a moment, suggested, "You should check at home. Maybe you dropped it there."

 

Jaza shook her head. "No, I never take it off. How could it have fallen? It was around my neck when I left home."

 

"Okay, Jaza, don’t cry. It will turn up."

 

"How can I not cry? Baba gave it to me, and I love it very much. It’s very precious to me."

 

"Look, if anyone finds it here, they'll definitely return it. After all, it has your name on it and a picture of you and your father. And you mentioned that when you arrived at college, you bumped into someone. It might have fallen here."

 

"Yes, it’s possible. Let’s go check," Jaza agreed.

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As-salamu alaykum, Mom...

 

Ayesha Begum lovingly embraced her son, who held himself with the grace of a prince, and gave him an approving glance in her heart. Zuraiz Khan truly looked like an unchallenged king of a grand empire with his striking blue eyes. Every onlooker paused to admire him. Standing at over 6 feet tall, with thick brown hair, a fair complexion, a muscular build, and a well-set beard on his serious face, his appearance was truly regal. His blue eyes, framed by brown eyelashes, seemed as cold as ice.

 

He was the most handsome man among men.

 

"Good morning, young man."

 

General Ibrahim Khan, a high-ranking officer in the Pakistan Army, greeted his only son.

 

Ibrahim Khan himself was an only child, and Allah had blessed him with an only son, whom his wife had raised with great care.

 

"How are you?"

 

"I'm fine, Dad. How are you?"

 

"I'm fine too. So, what’s next for you?"

Hearing her husband's words, Ayesha Begum felt like banging her head against the wall.

 

"Ibrahim, my son has just arrived from abroad. Give him a few days to settle down."

 

"Ayesha, your son arrived in Pakistan last night. Mr. Zuraiz is coming home now. It seems that he only remembers his parents when he has free time from his friends." Ibrahim said this calmly, in a tone only Zuraiz could hear.

 

"You’ve been home since last night; why haven’t you come? Don’t you miss your mother?"

 

Ayesha Begum was very upset, while Zuraiz looked at his father, thinking, "Finally, some peace and quiet." He was about to calm his mother down when Durab and Ayan arrived.

 

Durab, Ayan, and Zuraiz were all very good friends, sharing each other's secrets and caring deeply for one another. Durab had returned from Dubai, Ayan from Turkey, while Zuraiz had come back to Pakistan from America. They had all been working on establishing their businesses, and while Zuraiz had also strengthened his business connections in Turkey and Dubai, the specifics of his work were known only to them.

 

"As-salamu alaykum, Uncle and dear Auntie."

 

"Wa alaykumu as-salam," Ibrahim replied with a hint of formality, but the two of them were too bold, and their leader was his own son.

 

"Uncle, our Auntie is so sweet, and she doesn’t even look like an aunt yet. She only calls her Auntie because of you."

 

"Have you eaten something, or are you looking for a beating?" Ibrahim couldn’t help but feel like giving each of them a smack.

 

"Alright, alright, we won’t say anything more about your wife."

 

Ibrahim stood up from his chair, and Durab, Zuraiz, and Ayan quickly made their way outside.

 

"You idiots, useless and good-for-nothing," Ibrahim was cursing them as he sat down.

 

Meanwhile, the three friends were outside laughing. Ayan then stopped Durab and pointed towards Zuraiz.

 

Seeing them quiet, Zuraiz stopped laughing as well and asked, "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

 

Ayan and Durab replied, "So, you really did laugh?"

Before Zuraiz could say anything, Durab’s gaze fell on the chain caught in Zuraiz's shirt button, and he immediately pulled it out and presented it to Zuraiz.

 

“So, Mr. Zuraiz Khan, what do you have to say about this chain and your laughter?”

 

“Man, Durab, it looks like it’s from some girl. Check if it’s anything else,” Ayan interjected, feeling it was his right to add some spice to the situation.

 

Zuraiz was trying to figure out whose chain it was and how it got tangled in his button.

 

Then he remembered bumping into the girl with honey-colored eyes, and before he could even get the pendant from her, both of them spoke up.

 

“Who is this Jaza?”

 

“Well, open it up,” Ayan’s words were about to come out, as the girl in the picture was no less than a celestial beauty beside her father.

 

“What happened?” Durab asked.

 

“This is something Ayan and Zuraiz discovered,” Zuraiz said.

 

“Man, Bhabi (sister-in-law) has been searched for. Is it true?”

 

“It’s nothing. Stop talking nonsense,” Zuraiz was flustered.

 

“I’ll show it to Auntie,” Ayan and Durab rushed inside.

 

Zuraiz followed them but was already fearing the worst.

 

“Mom, Dad, whose is this, and who is this person?” Ayesha Begum asked her beloved son.

 

“Mom, Dad, it’s not at all what you’re thinking.”

 

“Yes, Auntie, it’s much more than that,” Ayan said, burning with envy, as he was upset that his close friend had met a girl and hadn’t told him about it.

 

“Ayan, if you say one more word, I’ll shoot you,” Zuraiz said, glaring at Ayan in frustration.

 

“I’m not even married yet. Why are you making my future wife a widow before she even becomes my bride?” Ayan was reminded of his own troubles by Zuraiz’s words.

By the way, Ayan, just to update your information, you’re still single,” Durab pointedly added.

 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re engaged, and you’ve found a girl you like, but you don’t let us form our own relationships. What did I do to you both?” Ayan started arguing like a woman.

 

“Just so you know, I don’t like certain types of girls. Today I went to the college to give a donation and to check out the place, and I bumped into a girl. Maybe she’s the one. So stop your nonsense,” Zuraiz said, glaring at Ayan.

 

He then looked at Durab, who was intently examining the pendant.

 

“Durab, if the post-mortem on this pendant is done, please hand it over,” Zuraiz extended his hand. “I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve seen it somewhere before. Anyway, take it and return it to its owner,” Durab handed the pendant to Zuraiz.

 

“The girl is very beautiful; may Allah grant her good fortune,” Ayesha Begum said while looking at the pendant in her son’s hand.

 

“Yes, and her tongue is even more beautiful. May Allah have mercy on the boy who ends up with her,” Zuraiz thought to himself.

 

Before Durab and Ayan could cause any more trouble, Zuraiz grabbed their arms and took them outside.

 

Ibraham and Ayesha Begum watched them leave with smiles on their faces.

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“What should we do with this guy now?” Wolf asked, looking at Beast.

 

Before Beast could say anything, Leo, leaning against the table, spoke up, “I say we make a curry out of him.”

 

“Do you ever think of anything other than food?” Wolf glared at Leo.

 

“Are you both going to shut up, or should I make you?” Beast’s authoritative and angry voice silenced them both

“Since we've extracted all the secrets from him, he's of no use to us now... But he must be punished for everything he has done,” Best said as he got up from his chair and walked over to the man who was now trembling in fear after enduring their cruelty.

 

“You know how much peace your fear brings me?” Beast said, holding a sharp, knife-like weapon in his hand, and started to press it against the man's eyes. The weapon cut through both his eyes, making them protrude outward. The man's screams echoed throughout the basement, but to the three present, the sound was soothing.

 

Beast continued to move the sharp weapon over the man's body, cutting him in various places. After nearly dismembering the man, Beast stepped back. Wolf and Leo began applying salt to all the areas where blood was flowing from the man's wounds, intensifying his screams. The man was now semi-conscious from the pain and burning sensation.

 

Best summoned one of his men, who came in silently and waited for further orders. “Throw him to the dogs and clean up this mess,” Beast commanded.

 

With that, Beast, Wolf, and Leo left the scene. These three were no less than beasts; their names struck fear into anyone who heard them. In the world of crime, their names made people's souls tremble because everyone knew how they administered punishment. They would make you beg for death, but even then, you wouldn’t find peace. They were the undisputed kings of the criminal world.

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She was sitting there very sad, and Noor, noticing her sadness, remained silent, while Amna was trying to think of a way to cheer them both up.

 

Since they hadn’t gone to college that day, Amna had joined Noor to visit Jaza. Amna, Noor, and Jaza were very close friends. Part of this was due to their age difference—Amna was only a year older than Noor and Jaza. After finishing her college, she was eagerly waiting for Noor and Jaza to complete theirs so that the three of them could continue their education together.

 

“Listen to me, both of you...” Amna suddenly spoke up. Noor, lost in her thoughts, was startled by Amna’s voice.

 

“Hey, woman, just because God didn’t give you a speaker, doesn’t mean you have to burst our eardrums,” Noor said, throwing a pillow at Amna.

“Okay, sorry, sis...” Amna said, calling Noor “sis” to tease her.

 

“Amna...” Noor got off the bed, ready to hit her.

 

“Alright, I promise I won’t tease you anymore,” Amna said, surrendering to avoid her future sister-in-law’s wrath, as she was well aware of Noor’s fierce demeanor.

 

“Okay, tell us what you were saying before these two started fighting,” Jaza asked.

 

“I was suggesting we go out somewhere; it might lift your mood,” Amna replied.

 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Noor agreed.

 

“Let’s go then. And I have a feeling that guy with the blue eyes who bumped into me the other day must have stolen my pendant. He looked so wealthy, but look at his actions—shameless thief.”

 

“Jaza, please stop; we’ve cursed him enough already,” Amna and Noor said in unison.

 

“Let’s go then. We’ll ask Aunty for permission first.”

 

“Aunty, we’re just going to the nearby ice cream parlor,” they said.

 

“Alright, dear, but be careful,” Anum Begum, who was busy with kitchen chores, replied.

 

As the three of them were about to leave, Jaza’s cousin Shehzad walked in and greeted them.

 

“How are you, Aunty?” he asked Anum Begum while his eyes were fixed on Jaza. This made Jaza feel very uncomfortable.

 

“I’m fine, dear. When did you arrive?” Anum Begum asked Shehzad.

 

“Just now. And where are these three going?” Shehzad asked, scrutinizing Jaza.

 

“Just out for ice cream,” Anum Begum answered.

 

“Are they going alone? If you permit, I can go with them. It’s not safe for young girls to go out alone these days,” Shehzad said.

 

Hearing Shehzad’s words, Jaza felt like giving him a piece of her mind.

"Actually, Shehzad bhai, three people are never alone. And nowadays, it’s even more dangerous to trust people from home because often their intentions are questionable. We know how to protect ourselves,” Jaza said, speaking in a way that made her point clear, and then she went out with Amna and Noor.

**************

“zuraiz, I need to talk to you,” Ayan called out to zuraiz.

 

“Speak,” Zuraiz replied, glancing away from the laptop he was working on.

 

“Well, I was just saying…”

 

“Are you done with your nonsense?” Zuraiz frowned at Ayan.

 

“I was saying, the girl with the pendant—what was her name again? Zura… no, no, what was her name?” Ayan said, deep in thought.

 

“Jaza,” Zuraiz said, clenching his fists.

 

“Wow, so even Mr. Zuraiz remembers the name of a girl he doesn’t even know?” Ayan said, striking a dramatic pose with his hands on his hips.

 

“If you don’t stop your nonsense in the next minute, I’ll throw you out,” Zuraiz threatened, glaring at him.

 

“One day your own secrets will come out, and I’ll ask you about them then,” Ayan retorted, not backing down.

 

“Are you going to stop the nonsense or do you want me to break a bone to make you quiet?” Zuraiz shot him a piercing look.

 

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” Ayan sulkily sat back in his chair.

 

“Hey, Mr. Relaxed, what are you lounging around for? Get to work. Grab this file, make a copy, and bring it to me,” Zuraiz ordered.

 

“Going, going. And lower your attitude with me, got it?” Ayan muttered under his breath, as he walked away, knowing that if he spoke his mind out loud, Zuriaz would make his life miserable.

*********

The weather was beautiful today. Dark clouds covered the sky, and light rain had been falling since morning. Now, the rumbling of the clouds indicated that a heavy downpour was on the way. Indeed, the rainy season made Lahore incredibly picturesque.

 

“Jaza, come quickly! The rain has started,” called Sawera, Jaza’s younger sister by a year.

 

“I’m coming!” Jaza replied from the kitchen.

 

“Okay, Mom, I’m going out to bathe in the rain now. Please give Dad his tea,” she said as she left the kitchen.

 

Anam Begum smiled as she watched her daughter leave, knowing how much Jaza loved the rain.

 

The raindrops made Jaza’s fair skin glow even more. Her honey-colored hair, falling past her waist, turned into thick, glistening strands in the rain. Her delicate, sharp nose had turned red from being exposed to the rain for too long. Anyone who saw her at that moment would have fallen for her charm.

 

She was joyfully playing in the rain with her sister when she felt a gaze on her.

 

Turning her head, she saw Shehzad standing by the second door of the dining room, which opened onto the back lawn where Jaza and Sawera were bathing in the rain.

 

Jaza’s anger flared at Shehzad’s presence. Before she could say anything, Shehzad stepped into the lawn.

 

The rain had now stopped.

 

“Sawera, Auntie is calling for you,” Shehzad said, lying to get Sawera to leave.

 

Once Sawera left, Jaza and Shehzad were alone in the lawn. Jaza was about to leave when Shehzad grabbed her wrist. Jaza was seething with rage, her temper flaring.

 

“Let go of my wrist,” Jaza said, grinding out each word with anger.

 

“Why the hurry, dear cousin? Let me appreciate your beauty a little longer. I swear, this wet look suits you perfectly,” Shehzad said with malice, pulling Jaza closer.

 

“Control your nonsense, do you understand?” Jaza said, pushing Shehzad away from her.

 

“How far will you push me away? Eventually, you’ll end up with me anyway. So let me have you now,” Shehzad said, reaching for Jaza’s hand again.

This time, Jaza slapped Shehzad across the face without any hesitation. “Stay within your limits, do you understand? I will never let a despicable person like you get close to me. Do you think I'm weak? I, Jaza Shahid, am not weak. And nothing is more precious to me than my dignity. If you try to touch me again, you'll see what happens.”

 

Shehzad was furious with such disrespect. “Listen to me. You may think you can say whatever you want, but I won’t let this pass. If I don’t ruin your dignity, then I’m not Shehzad Akram. I will come for you, and I will disgrace you. Just wait and see. I will take revenge for this slap with interest,” Shehzad raged.

 

“If that’s how it is, do whatever you want, Mr. Shehzad Akram. If disgrace is written in my fate, I’ll hide myself behind seventeen curtains, and disgrace will still be my destiny. And if honor is written in my fate, even if thousands of lowly people like you try to humiliate me, my Lord will not let it happen. Honor and disgrace are determined by God. What are you compared to, Shehzad Akram?” Jaza said, and then walked inside.

 

Shehzad remained outside, seething as he plotted his revenge against Jaza for the slap.

**********

The scene unfolds at a grand and opulent mansion in the beautiful land of Islamabad. The mansion stands with its full grandeur, but the story within is equally historical and tainted.

 

In a large hall, young women in revealing attire performed their dance, mesmerizing the audience who were already intoxicated from the wine served by the attendants. The attendees were none other than Pakistan's renowned businessmen and political leaders, along with prominent businessmen and political figures from other countries. While they present themselves as respectable figures in the world, their true forms are far more sinister in the underworld.

 

Here, they all traded their consciences and committed treason against their own countries. As they were immersed in their drunken state, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the hall. Everyone lifted their heads towards the corridor, and it was as if a snake had startled them.

He, as always, wore a long black coat, hid his face with a mask, and wore a cap in such a way that when he lowered his head, his face was obscured, and when he raised it, only his eyes were visible. His face was covered with a black mask, as was his usual custom. His two companions, who were known as his left hand and right hand, were dressed in the same manner, walking beside him.

 

The three of them entered the large hall with a commanding presence, causing everyone present to break out in a cold sweat.

 

They took their seats with great authority. The leader, known as Beast, sat in the chairman's chair with anger, authority, and terror in his green eyes. His black mask remained on his face. As usual, Wolf sat to his right and Leo to his left. The presence of these three was synonymous with danger for everyone present, with Beast being the greatest threat. Although everyone had only heard of Beast's name, this was the first time he had appeared before them, and yet he still did not reveal his face. Neither Wolf nor Leo had shown their faces either.

 

“What’s wrong? Why are all your faces so pale? Is my arrival not welcomed?” Beast asked, surveying everyone with a scrutinizing gaze.

 

“It’s not like that at all, Beast,” Akram and his associate, Usman, spoke in unison.

 

Akram and Usman were renowned businessmen, but their business dealings included many illicit activities such as human trafficking, alcohol, arms, drugs, and human body parts. Akram’s son, Shehzad, and Usman’s sons, Nawaz and Noraiz, were also involved in these operations.

 

“Is that so?” Beast responded, looking at them thoughtfully.

 

“Tell me, is everything alright? Security is tight these days. Is everything fine?” Beast inquired sarcastically.

 

“The Dubai Don has been causing us a lot of trouble lately. He’s ruining all our plans. He hasn’t allowed any of our goods to reach Dubai; either he destroys them midway or secretly seizes them. Now, he’s even started threatening us. That’s why we’ve had to increase our security. Beast, please help us. He’s very powerful,” pleaded Saleem, a prominent political leader.

 

“I’ll start keeping watch outside your homes. How does that sound?

 

With a sarcastic tone, Beast looked at everyone. “And why have you all kept these two-bit dogs if they can’t even protect you? And how powerful is this don whose threats have made you all so scared? What’s his name?” Beast’s repeated taunts had effectively silenced them all.

 

“He is very powerful. No one has seen him; no one knows what he is like, what he does, where he goes, or where he lives. All we know is that he is extremely cruel to those who don’t heed his threats. If someone doesn’t stop, he makes their end very painful. In Dubai, everyone calls him ZAK,” someone explained.

 

Everyone presented their information to Beast.

 

“And recently, he has also taken control of the Turkish mafia after killing the Turkish don,” Akram said, providing more details.

 

“Where are the loyal men of the Turkish don?” Wolf asked Akram.

 

“He has killed all the loyal men of the Turkish don,” Osman replied this time.

 

“Is that so?” A frightening smile appeared on Beast’s face behind his mask. “Well, let’s see how we deal with him.” Saying this, Beast started to leave, followed by Wolf and Leo.

 

No one knew that the silent smile on their faces was a sign of the storm that was about to come.

**********

He was lost in his thoughts, holding the pendant in his hand in his room. It had been a week since he had been unable to get over those honey-colored eyes. Or perhaps he didn’t want to move on.

 

He had seen many beautiful girls in his life, but he had never been moved by anyone or felt a desire to meet them again. All these feelings were new to him; he had been oblivious to them before.

 

“Jaza…” he repeated her name. There was affection, tenderness, respect, and longing in his voice. For some reason, Zuraiz’s heart was once again eager to meet her. He tried to ignore his feelings, but he couldn’t. He was entangled in a struggle between his heart and mind.

 

Just as he was lost in these thoughts, he felt the softness of gentle hands on his shoulder and immediately straightened up, hiding the pendant.

 

“Mom, if you needed something, you could have called,” Zuraiz said, looking at his mother.

 

“I’m here too,” said Ibrahim, so Zuraiz looked behind his mother.

 

“Is everything okay? Why are both of you here in my room today? If there was something important, you could have called me,” Zuraiz asked with concern.

 

“It wasn’t something urgent. I just felt like sitting with you. You’ve been in your room since morning, so we decided to come here. But it seems you are very busy,” Ibrahim said, giving him a scrutinizing look.

 

Feeling his father's suspicious gaze, Zuraiz was disturbed.

 

“No, I wasn’t busy. I was just sitting here,” he replied.

 

“Alright,” Ibrahim said with a somewhat questioning tone.

 

“We wanted to talk to you, Zuraiz…” Ayesha Begum began.

 

“Please, go ahead,” he said, looking at his mother.

 

“We want you to start thinking about marriage. I want to see my grandchildren playing in my lap. If you find some free time from your work, please consider our wishes,” Ayesha Begum expressed her desire with a hint of complaint.

 

“Mom, I’ve told you before, I’ll get married when I find someone I like. I can’t make such a big decision about my life just like that. I will marry the one I love,” Zuraiz tried to explain to his mother.

 

“Only Allah knows when you will like someone. It seems I’ll die without seeing the happiness of my only son,” Ayesha Begum said, pouting, and left the room.

 

Zuraiz sighed and held his head in his hands, while Ibrahim smiled and stayed behind.

 

“By the way, if you continuously think about someone, even in solitude, and their thoughts never leave you, that person starts to occupy your heart and mind very quickly. You don’t even realize when love bites you and its poison spreads throughout your being. So it’s better to tell the person for whom you are developing feelings,” Ibrahim said, glancing at Zuraiz’s clenched fist before leaving.

 

“Sigh… A father is always a father,” Zuraiz said with a sigh and smiled as he looked at the pendant.

*************

Amna, look at how beautiful this is and see, it fits all three of us perfectly. Let’s buy these together, Noor said with excitement and joy.

 

Yes, it’s really pretty. What do you think, Jaza? Amna asked Jaza, who was looking at jeans and other clothes.

 

Jaza turned to look at Amna and Noor, who were holding the clothes. "Yes, they look good. I really like them too. And if we get these in blue jeans, how about that?" She also showed the jeans she was holding.

 

"Wow!" Amna and Noor exclaimed together.

 

The three of them packed their items and exited the shop.

 

"Where have our moms gone? They don’t care at all. We’ve come here with them, but no one is concerned about us," Noor complained, breaking all records of dramatics.

 

"Oh, young lady, perhaps you told our moms that they should shop for themselves while we finish ours. We get bored with you all," Jaza gave Noor a light smack on the arm.

 

"Oh my God, your hand is so heavy; you almost broke my arm," Noor's drama started up again.

 

"Be careful, we’re not at home," Amna said, looking around at the people nearby.

 

"Okay, okay, sorry," Noor apologized with a smile, showing her teeth.

 

"By the way, why are you so unusually happy these days?" Jaza asked, staring at Noor.

 

"It’s nothing like that," Noor attempted to downplay it.

 

"I’ll reveal the secret of their happiness," Amna said, her curiosity piqued.

 

"Yes, yes, tell us," Jaza prompted, in a teasing manner.

 

"Hey, Jaza, are you okay?" Amna and Noor asked in unison as they caught Jaza, who had bumped into someone. If they hadn’t caught Jaza, she would have definitely fallen.

 

"Hey, are you blind? Can’t you watch where you’re going?" Jaza snapped at the person in front of her, her eyes once again filled with anger.

 

"Let it go, please," Noor urged Jaza.

 

"Move aside," Jaza told Noor, pushing her to one side.

***********

"Well, Mr., clear one thing today: Do you have a problem with your eyes, or are you blind?" Jaza snapped. "You bumped into me at college that day too and didn’t even apologize. And on top of that, because of you, I lost my most important pendant. You have such a heavy presence that you don’t even notice when you bump into someone, but it completely disrupts the other person."

 

Jaza was ranting non-stop in anger, not realizing whether the person in front of her was the same one or someone else.

 

Zuraiz just smiled seeing her in anger.

 

"Jaza, do you think this is the same guy you bumped into? They are wearing a mask," Noor said, pulling Jaza a little towards her.

 

"Just shut up for a moment," Jaza said, pulling her arms away.

 

"Are you also mute now? You had so much to say that day, and now your tongue seems to have gone silent. You don’t look like a thief," Jaza seemed determined to settle the score.

 

The person who was looking at her with a smile became angry due to the accusations.

 

"Look, ma'am, if I had stolen anything, it would be better if you didn’t make baseless accusations. And I usually don’t talk much with you. Your tongue, however, is something else; it can even outdo the worst of insults."

 

"I’ll tear your mouth off. How dare you dishonor me?" Jaza's face turned red with anger.

 

"Yes, ma’am, you can call anyone a thief. If someone speaks back, you’ll threaten to tear their mouth off," Zuraiz also came to balance the score. "And no, I don’t have your pendant. I don’t even know what it looks like. Don’t blame me for something I didn’t do. And I’m not a thief."

 

Ayan and Durab, who were searching for Zuraiz, suddenly heard him arguing with a girl.

 

They were both shocked. The guy who usually avoids girls was now arguing with one.

 

"See, you both stop the argument. People are watching," Amna and Noor tried to intervene.

 

"Look, people, what should I do? If you can’t walk properly, why don’t you stay at home? Only come out when you’ve learned how to walk," Jaza continued her tirade.

 

"Jaza, please be quiet. They’re saying they didn’t do it. They bumped into you by mistake," Noor and Amna tried to explain.

 

"But he’s wearing a mask, just like the other person," Jaza glared at them.

 

"See, madam, you can find masks like this in many shops. And Zuraiz couldn’t keep quiet either.

 

"Who are you calling ‘madam’? You’re the one causing trouble. Take it as a blessing that I haven’t gotten angry," Jaza retorted.

 

Noor and Amna were at their wit's end; the fight was beyond their control.

 

"Do they always speak like this, or is today a special occasion?" Zuraiz asked Amna and Noor.

 

"What do you mean by that? First, you bumped into me, and then you called me ‘madam’. Listen, Mister, apologize to me. I still have shopping to do, and you’ve wasted so much of my time arguing," Jaza tried to calm herself.

 

After hearing Jaza's words, Amna and Noor almost collapsed, while Zuraiz was left stunned.

 

"I won’t apologize, and perhaps you should learn to walk properly and how to talk respectfully to those older than you," Zuraiz said, glaring at Jaza.

 

"You consider yourself superior. Just take it as a favor that I haven’t reacted more. And if possible, get your eyes checked," Jaza shot back.

 

"What’s happening here?" Durab and Ayan came over to ask.

 

"Brother, Durab," Amna and Noor first looked at Durab, then at each other.

 

"What are you both doing here?" Durab asked, surprised to see them. When he saw Jaza, he realized why her face seemed familiar.

 

Meanwhile, Ayan was only looking at Amna, who was wearing a red long fur coat, with her black long hair open. With minimal makeup, just lip gloss and eyeliner, Ayan was completely captivated.

 

"Do you know them?" Zuraiz asked Durab.

 

"Yes, she is my sister and fiancée, and this is Jaza, the daughter of Mr. Shahid," Durab explained.

 

Upon hearing this, Ayan was struck with the realization that the person Ayan was interested in was Durab's sister. Ayan was overwhelmed and thought, “So, Ayan, you fell for the sister of the crocodile. Shame on you.”

 

"And why are you two fighting?" Durab asked Zuraiz.

 

"Brother, Durab, your friend has a problem with his eyes. He doesn’t seem to know how to walk properly," Jaza said.

 

"It’s not my eyes but her lack of common sense," Zuraiz replied.

 

Durab was almost floored by Zuraiz's demeanor.

 

"Please, for the sake of God, let us handle Jaza. You take them away," Durab pleaded. "They’ve been arguing for a while now."

 

"Don’t worry; we’ll handle it," Ayan interjected before Durab could say more. Durab was just staring at Zuraiz.

 

Amna and Noor began to lead Jaza away, while Durab and Ayan started to take Zuraiz with them.

 

From behind, Jaza shouted, "Yes, take him away and make sure he sees a good specialist first."

 

Noor felt like throwing her shoes after hearing Jaza.

 

Zuraiz heard Jaza and immediately turned around. "And you people should take her to a good psychiatrist as well."

 

"Your kindness is noted, just be quiet," Durab said with folded hands.

 

"Look at her tongue," Zuraiz said.

On the other hand, Jaza, who was turning back to retort again, was immediately held back by Amna and Noor. They pulled her away from there, guiding her away.

*************

He staggered into the house with an open collar, red eyes, and his coat in hand. Khadija Begum immediately went to her son, but before she could reach him, the smell of alcohol from him made her stop in her tracks. The lipstick stains on his lips and neck forced Khadija Begum to turn her face away.

 

"Aslam..." Khadija Begum called out to a servant.

 

"Yes, Ma'am." Aslam stood with his head bowed.

 

"Take him to his room," Khadija Begum instructed, looking at her son. Her heart was already bleeding, and the burden of her sinful child was breaking her.

 

She had been the most beloved and eldest daughter in her parents' home. Life had tested her greatly. Her parents had celebrated her marriage with great pomp. Her younger brother, Shahid, had also done everything possible for her. Shahid was five years younger than his sister Khadija. In the first year of their marriage, Allah blessed them with twin sons. However, one of the babies did not survive long due to weakness. But they did not show ingratitude because Allah had given them one son, whom they named Shehzad. They wanted more children, but Akram, her husband, was too busy. Initially, Khadija Begum thought he was working tirelessly to advance his business. But the night was a nightmare for her when she returned home from her parents' house. In the living room, she saw her husband sitting with his friend Usman and other friends. Many girls were lying half-naked on the floor, and their conditions were screaming their stories. The girls had already been used for the night, and now they were to be sent out of the country or sold in the red-light area.

 

Akram's words seemed to pierce her ears like molten lead. Before she could leave, while trying to take her son and put him on the side table in the corridor, her scarf got tangled in an artificial flower arrangement, causing the vase to fall and break. Akram then saw Khadija trembling with fear.

 

"You said your wife would be late coming from her parents' house," Usman remarked to Akram.

 

"I will cut her tongue if she speaks. I will leave her in the room, and you all take care of these girls," Akram said, moving towards Khadija Begum.

 

Khadija Begum grabbed her son's hand and ran towards the door. But before she could get out, Akram grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside.

 

"Let me go! I will not stay with a man like you. Don't touch my son..." When Akram reached out to grab Shehzad's hand and gave it to the servant while dragging Khadija towards the room, Khadija Begum kept screaming.

 

Opening the room door, Akram pushed Khadija onto the bed. "I am telling you, I will not stay with you. Let me go, I am taking my son and leaving..."

 

Crack! For the first time, Akram raised his hand against his wife, and today, Khadija saw this side of him for the first time.

 

"If you leave from here, I will destroy your entire family. It’s better to keep your mouth shut for life. Otherwise, I will divorce you, take your child, and not just that, I will ruin your honor and also kill your parents, your brother, and his wife."

 

Khadija was certain he would do it because his head was intoxicated with wealth and power.

 

Present Day

 

Seeing her son's condition, Khadija silently cried. What could she tell anyone? To save her family and endure the agony of being separated from her son, she had swallowed the bitterest of pains. She had essentially destroyed herself. And now, this man had turned her son into a reflection of himself.

 

But God does not reject silent tears...

***********

He stood before a table, briefing all the officers about their new plan. Every single person present here was an ISI agent, dedicated to ensuring that their enemies never succeed in their vile intentions, no matter the place or time. They were willing to sacrifice their lives for the protection of their country. They had gathered here for a covert mission to save their country from treacherous traitors and enemies.

 

"You will all be deployed in groups across every province of the country. You need to keep a close watch on each and every activity of these individuals."

 

"M-Z, your team’s progress has been the best so far, so I am ordering you to lead all the groups."

 

"These people think that Pakistani girls are toys for them. As much as possible, stop the trafficking of girls. Smuggling of drugs, weapons, heroin, and alcohol are also happening simultaneously. We need to stop all of it. In this time, Pakistan’s biggest businessmen and many political leaders are involved."

 

M-Z handed over the file containing all the details to his head.

 

"Good...," the head said as he looked through the file.

 

"So, boys... we need to send all of them straight to hell. They think that the army is asleep and that they can do whatever they want. Start the countdown to the end of their lives."

 

"May Allah grant us success in this mission and help us rid our pure country of this filth. Ameen."

****************

"Brother, it's only been a few days since you arrived and now you're leaving again," Amna said, standing beside her brother. "Look, dear, there's a lot of work at the office, so I have to go. I'll try to return soon," Durab replied, trying to calm his beloved sister.

 

"This time, you have to come back. I won’t let you leave without getting married," Amna said.

 

Durab smiled at Amna’s words. "Alright, now go to your room. Good girl," he said as he turned back to sorting his belongings.

********

"You haven’t slept?" Durab asked, looking at Noor.

 

He had come out of his room to get some water, and when he saw Noor sitting outside in the lawn, he came over.

 

"I’m just sitting here," Noor replied, avoiding eye contact with Durab.

 

"Noor…" Durab said her name with great affection. He didn’t know when or how, but Noor had settled in his heart. She was the light of his heart, the Noor that filled his heart with love.

 

He knew she was sad about his departure, but he had to leave for his work.

 

"Please don’t do this, Noor… I can’t bear to see your tears," Durab said, feeling defeated by her tears.

 

"Just a little more time, please. Believe me, if it wasn’t necessary, I wouldn’t leave like this," Durab explained. He didn’t clarify things in front of anyone, letting them think whatever they wanted, but he always explained everything to Noor.

 

Men may be the same with everyone, but they are completely different with their beloved woman, and Durab was the same—his beloved woman was the most precious to him.

 

"I know you’re leaving because of work, Durab. Just remember, someone is waiting for you with hopeful eyes," Noor said as she turned to go to her room.

 

Durab called out to her, "I know, Noor. So, when I come back, I’ll make up for every night we’ve been apart."

 

Understanding the meaning behind Durab’s words, Noor blushed and ran to her room, while Durab took a sip from the cup of tea she had left behind.

************

She was screaming in the dark room, calling for help. "Mom, Dad, is anyone there? Please get me out of here, I’m going to die in this darkness." She kept banging on the door, but no one was hearing her, no one was coming to her aid.

 

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. She was drenched in sweat, realizing she was in her bed. Seeing her little sister Sawera sleeping on the bed next to her, she realized it had just been a nightmare, but whatever it was had left a fear in her heart.

 

Jaza checked the time and saw it was the time for Tahajjud. She left her bed, went to the bathroom, performed ablution, and then stood for Tahajjud prayer.

 

After praying Tahajjud, when she raised her hands for supplication, her eyes filled with tears as if she had lost something.

*****************

“Hello Mom, how are you?” Ayan said, hugging his mother from behind.

 

“Get back,” Abiha Begum said, pushing her son away with a sulky tone.

 

“Mom…” Ayan said, pressing his cheek against hers. Abiya Begum glared at him and grabbed his ears.

 

“Do you have another mother outside? You haven’t shown your face for a whole week or a month,” Abiha Begum said, pulling on her son’s ears.

 

“Well, you’d have to ask Dad if I have another mother outside. What do I know about that?” Ayan said, playing the innocent.

 

“Ayan…” Abiha Begum pulled his ears harder.

 

“Mom, let go of my ears. If you keep this up, I’ll end up like Hobo. No one will want to marry me,” Ayan said, making a pitiful face at his mother. Hearing this, Abiha Begum slapped him gently on the head and embraced him with maternal affection.

 

“When did you arrive?” Hearing his father’s voice, Ayan wished he could just disappear.

 

Afzal Sahib, a well-known businessman, had a solution for every problem except for the one Allah gave him in the form of a second son.

 

“I arrived 27 years ago. Now I’m about to turn 28,” Ayan said, flashing a smile.

 

Afzal Sahib picked up a shoe, and Ayan kissed his mother’s face before rushing outside.

 

Afzal Sahib threw the shoe towards him, saying, “When he comes home, I’ll break his legs. Parents are just for show. He neither informs me nor comes home. I’m venting my frustration.”

 

“He just arrived,” Abiha Begum said with a look of regret towards her husband.

 

“No, he’s been in Pakistan for two weeks and just got home today,” Afzal Sahib added.

 

“And now you’re telling me?” Abiha Begum looked at her husband with annoyance.

 

“I only found out yesterday when I called Ibrahim Sahib for some work, and he told me,” Afzal Sahib explained.

 

“Well, if he’s just home, why did you send him away? I haven’t even had a proper chance to meet my son,” Abiha Begum complained.

 

“Don’t worry, he’ll come back soon. He’s a bit stubborn,” Afzal Sahib said to his wife.

 

Meanwhile, Ayan was sitting in the garden in front of the house when he saw his brother and sister-in-law arriving, who were clearly coming back from somewhere.

 

“Hello, bro. How are you?” he asked his brother.

 

“I’m fine, how about you?” Mahair replied.

 

“I’ll tell you after I check on my little sister-in-law first,” Ayan said, teasing Hoor.

 

“Ayan brother,” Hoor glared at him.

 

Hoor was the daughter of Afzal Sahib’s younger brother. When Akbar Sahib and his wife Neha died in an accident, Hoor was only two years old. Fortunately for Hoor, she had stayed home sick that day. Afzal Sahib’s only connection to his brother was this beloved niece. Abiya had made sure Hoor never felt the lack of a mother, and thinking of separating her from them was painful. Thus, they arranged a beautiful marriage for their beloved daughter with their eldest son, a relationship both Mahair and Hoor cherished deeply.

 

“Alright, alright, I’m not saying anything. But where did you both go? Tell me,” Ayan said, acting as a tyrant mother-in-law.

 

“We just went for a walk, you wretched man,” Mahair said, punching Ayan’s shoulder.

 

“And what are you doing here?” Mahair asked.

 

“Nothing, I feel like if I don’t keep my tongue in check in front of Dad, I’ll soon be kicked out of the house,” Ayan said, sharing his woes.

 

“Well done, son. Keep it up until you end up on the streets,” Mahair said, trying to suppress his laughter while giving Ayan a sweet smack.

 

“Mahair, believe me, I’ll forget that you’re my elder brother. Get out of here,” Ayan said angrily.

 

“Hoor, take me inside. We’ll deal with Dad later. He’s going to break my bones,” Ayan said, making a pitiful face.

 

Seeing his state, both Hoor and Mahair burst into laughter.

 

“Shame on you,” Ayan scolded them.

******************

“Hoor, Mahair, come in,” Abiya Begum said as she saw Hoor and Mahair entering.

 

However, when her gaze fell on Ayan, who was hiding behind, she felt a mix of anger and amusement.

 

“You’re in front again. Just get out of here. Since you’ve been away for so many days, you might as well stay there now.” Before Abiha Begum could say more, Afzal Sahib spoke up.

 

“Dad, I brought Ayan inside. It’s been so long since he’s been home, so please don’t scold him,” Hoor spoke up for Ayan.

 

Ayan’s heart was dancing with joy at his sister-in-law’s support.

 

“You think this son of yours is as innocent as you believe? He’s just as much a troublemaker,” Afzal Sahib said, glaring at Ayan.

 

“Dad, please, this time let it go for my sake,” Hoor pleaded with Afzal Sahib.

 

Afzal Sahib could only stare at Ayan. He knew his child took advantage of people's weaknesses to make things easier for himself, but he hadn't expected his useless son to do the same with him. Abiha Begum smiled at her son's antics, seeing that his favorite child was the one who advanced into the house.

 

“Ayan, you need to stop your antics,” Abiha Begum said firmly.

 

“Insha’Allah, Mom, if Allah gives me the chance, I’ll definitely come back. Otherwise, I’ll have to manage as best I can,” Ayan said, hugging his mother.

 

Hoor and Mahair both said together, “This one will really end up homeless,” and Abiha Begum continued to watch her son’s antics with a smile.

On the other hand, Afzal Sahib's shoe was once again in his hand. When Ayan saw the shoe in his father's hand, he quickly ran toward his room. If he left the house this time, returning would be difficult, if not impossible.

 

Afzal Sahib smiled at his son's antics. Despite everything, this son of his was very dear to him, and their bond was unique. He was the delight of their home.

**************

He was deep in thought in his office when one of his special agents summoned him.

 

“Sir, those people are again smuggling girls, drugs, and alcohol into Dubai despite your orders to stop.”

 

“Hmmm…” Zak said, looking at his agent.

 

“Smuggle them. Let…” Zak ordered.

 

“Sir, but—” his agent began to speak.

 

“Shhh…” Zak silenced him with a finger to his lips.

 

“Neither their smuggling goods will leave Pakistan nor will they come to Dubai. Just watch what I’m going to do with them now.”

 

Zak spoke with great satisfaction. His special agent knew that when Zak spoke with such confidence, he would go to any lengths to make his enemies' lives miserable.

 

He rose from his chair. Standing six feet tall, with striking gray eyes now red with anger, a light beard on his face, and his hair neatly styled, he looked every bit the Arab prince in his black three-piece suit.

 

Everyone in Dubai referred to him as Zak. He was a force of wrath against the wicked. He was ruthless to those who deserved it, with eyes like a lion and a grip as fierce as one. He never let go of his enemies.

**************

“I’m telling you again and again, you will go to your brother and ask for a proposal for Jaza for me,” Shehzad said, scolding his mother.

 

“Forget it. You will never get my brother’s precious daughter for someone like you,” Khadija Begum replied firmly.

 

“Why, what’s so wrong with me that you can’t ask for my proposal for him?” Shehzad yelled.

 

“Look at yourself, Shehzad Akram. You’ll find all the answers within your own self. The life I have lived with a man like your father, I don’t want my brother’s daughter to live the same way. I even thank Allah that He didn’t give me a daughter, otherwise, she would have to repay the debt of her brother and father,” Khadija Begum said, striking her son with her words before walking out of the room.

 

“If you don’t disgrace this niece of yours, change my name, Mother!” Shehzad shouted as he went into the bathroom with his clothes.

 

Hearing his words, Khadija Begum placed a hand on her heart, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. Only God knew what was about to happen.

************

“If you’re done with your snacking, may I say something?” Noor said angrily, as she watched Jaza enjoying her samosas. Jaza had taken one samosa from Noor as well.

 

“Go ahead,” Jaza replied, finishing her samosa.

 

“The date sheet has been posted,” Noor informed her.

 

“That’s good. I usually study just a night before the exam anyway,” Jaza said casually.

 

“And, Madam, can you help me with my preparation?” Noor asked, making a pleading face.

 

“Okay, but did you get to eat the golgappas?” Jaza asked, putting on an innocent expression.

 

“So, where’s my samosa?” Noor said, glaring at her.

“I was hungry, what could I do?” Jaza said, putting on an innocent expression.

 

“You eat so much; I don’t know where it all goes,” Noor remarked, as Jaza, who loved to eat but was still slim, was often seen snacking. Noor, though slim too, ate far less compared to Jaza.

 

“Look, sister, don’t keep an eye on my food. Let it digest,” Jaza said, giving Noor a sharp look.

 

“Okay, when are the papers starting?” Jaza asked.

 

“This weekend, and my notes aren’t even ready,” Noor said, making a sad face.

 

“I’ll give you a slap if you make that face. We’ll prepare together, so why are you stressing?” Jaza said, glaring at Noor.

 

“Okay, don’t look at me like that, Mom,” Noor said, joining her hands in a plea.

***************

“And you’re going back?” Mr. Kamran asked his son as they all sat at the dining table.

 

“Yes, Dad, I have to go because of work,” Durab replied.

 

Mrs. Amal looked at her daughter, knowing about Noor’s feelings for Durab. She lowered her gaze. The same was the case with Mrs. Roha. Both of them knew the secrets of Durab and Noor’s hearts, which is why they had decided to make them partners for each other.

 

“Why don’t you set up your work here in Pakistan?” Mr. Ahson suggested to Durab.

 

“Yes, Uncle, I will try to do that,” Durab answered.

 

“By the way, will brother be coming back soon?” Amna asked with a hint of annoyance.

 

“Alright, my dear,” Durab said affectionately to Amna, and his gaze was on Noor, who was very quiet.

 

Durab lowered his eyes; he couldn’t bear to see Noor sad, but he was also bound by his work.

*********

“Have you explained this poem?” Jaza asked Noor, who was bent over her register, writing the explanation of the poem. At the same time, Jaza addressed Noor.

 

When she got no response, Jaza looked up and, seeing Noor lost in sleep on her register, felt like breaking her bones or kicking her out of the house. Noor, the princess, was enjoying her nap with her head resting on the register.

 

“Noorrrrrrrrr!” Jaza yelled into her ear.

 

“Who is it? Who is it?” Noor, startled and scared, asked. Seeing Jaza, she felt like grabbing her slipper but quickly realized why this was happening to her.

 

“No, I’m not…” Noor was gathering her words.

 

“Yes, yes, you were sleeping and not doing your work, right?” Jaza replied in the same tone.

 

“I was telling you, I was dreaming, and I was writing explanations of Mir Taqi Mir’s verses in my dream. Am I right?” Jaza completed her words herself.

 

“Yaar, I was sleepy. I couldn’t sleep last night, and on top of that, you called me so early,” Noor defended herself.

 

“It’s fine, Noor. I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit off lately,” Jaza said, worried.

 

“No, yaar, it’s nothing,” Noor tried to appear normal.

 

“Noor…” Jaza placed her hand on Noor’s hand.

 

Noor hugged her. “Yaar, he knows I love him, yet he makes me suffer. I want him to stay in front of me, but he keeps going away. It’s only been a few days since he came, and now he’s leaving again.” A tear rolled down Noor’s cheek.

 

“Noor, look. He’s going for his work, right? Don’t worry. Just pray that he settles everything in Pakistan quickly,” Jaza tried to console Noor.

 

“Hmm… Jaza, have you ever been in love?” Noor looked at Jaza.

 

“Noor, we’ve been together since childhood. I haven’t hidden anything from you. Still, you’re asking me? I haven’t given a place in my heart to anyone other than my parents, my sister, and you. I don’t know what it feels like to love a partner,” Jaza answered Noor’s question. Noor knew this answer as well, as their lives were an open book to each other.

 

“Jaza, you can’t feel what I’m feeling right now,” Noor closed her tearful eyes.

 

Jaza, unable to bear seeing her dear friend’s tears, hugged her tightly. “Okay, stop crying. Let’s clean up and make tea for ourselves because we’re the only ones who know how to make it properly.” Saying this, Jaza helped Noor up, and they began to tidy up.

***********

"Where's the tea jar?" Jaza called out to Noor.

 

When Jaza turned around, she saw Noor searching for the tea jar in the cabinet. "You might want to get your eyes checked," Jaza said, lightly tapping Noor on the head with the tea jar.

 

"Oh, it's right here," Noor said with an innocent look.

 

"It’s always right here," Jaza mimicked her.

 

And both of them started laughing. Jaza sighed with relief seeing Noor's smile, grateful that she was laughing.

************

جب بھی کوئی لڑکی دیکھے میرا دل دیوانہ

بولے اولے اولے اولے اولے اولے اولے

گائے ترانہ یارا جھوم جھوم کے ہولے ہولے

اولے اولے اولے اولے اولے۔۔۔

“Hey monkey, stop your nonsense,” Sikandar glared at the oddball walking alongside him. “If M-Z gets wind of your antics, he’ll hang both of you upside down and beat you without any hesitation.”

 

“Hey mister, my name is Farooq, and I’m not afraid of anyone,” Farooq said with a lot of bravado as he walked with Sikandar.

 

“Mister Farooq, I’m listening to all your nonsense,” said M-Z from the other end. “For your kind information, your mini microphone is activated.”

 

Farooq’s words came to a halt as he heard M-Z’s voice.

 

“Captain Farooq, stop these antics and focus on the task you were assigned,” M-Z’s tone was very stern, and he dropped the call.

"Why did he send us here and then act like this?" Farooq was quite upset. "He sent us for the machines, not for roaming around."

 

Sikandar gritted his teeth and replied, "He sent us here for the machines, not for sightseeing."

 

The two of them were in Lahore’s Red Light Area at the time, where every corner seemed to have a woman trying to make a client. Most of these women were here out of necessity. Some had left their homes for a lover who abandoned them, others had been kidnapped or sold into this life. Each woman had her own story and sorrow. These women and girls were reducing the desires of our society’s lustful men with their very existence. Those who craved bodily pleasure came here to satisfy their hunger. Men of all kinds came here.

 

As Farooq and Sikandar moved further, their blood was boiling. Here, they saw fewer humans and more beasts in human form.

 

"Hey, are you here? We've been looking for you," Farooq said, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder.

 

"Ah, I was waiting for you," the man said, gesturing for them to follow. He was unaware of their true identities; they had given him a fictitious name, job, and identification.

 

"Gulshan Bai, these are two new clients," the man said to Gulshan Bai, who ran the brothel.

 

"Sir, what would you like? You’ll find every kind of girl and woman here. Whatever drugs you want, we have it," Gulshan Bai said, calling over some trained girls with a hand gesture.

 

"We don't want these; we need new girls," Sikandar felt it was necessary to start the conversation.

 

"Last night, some new girls arrived. They need to be put into the business here for a few days before being sent abroad," the man whispered in Gulshan Bai’s ear, but they both heard despite the whisper.

 

Gulshan Bai then lined up all the new girls in front of them. Seeing their condition made Sikandar and Farooq feel like shooting all of them and those responsible for their plight. They had ruined countless homes and dishonored many families.

 

"Hmm. I didn’t like any of them. Did you?" Sikandar asked Farooq.

 

"No, man," Farooq replied.

"Man, you said there would be some really great merchandise here, but none of these are appealing. You've just wasted our time. Let's go."

 

Farooq said angrily to the man and gestured for Sikandar to leave.

 

"Hey, at least hear us out and take a look," Gulshan Bai said, as she could see her loss coming.

 

"No need," Sikandar replied curtly.

*************

"Sir, you have a meeting with the builders at 1 PM."

 

His personal secretary informed him about today’s meeting.

 

"Okay. Who will be attending the meeting on their behalf?" Zuraiz asked his secretary.

 

"Mr. Shehzad, Mr. Akram’s son, will be coming," the secretary replied.

 

"Alright. The meeting is in ten minutes. Let me know when they arrive. Now, you can go," Zuraiz instructed his secretary and then returned to his thoughts, his gaze lingering on the honey-colored eyes.

 

"Oh, those innocent eyes of yours have become the killer of my heart," Zuraiz murmured to himself with a smile.

***************

"Mr. Shehzad, we can proceed with the contract, but I’ve heard that the quality of your construction products has not been up to standard recently."

 

"Mr. Zuraiz, these are just rumors and nothing more. You can be assured that you will receive quality work," Shehzad said, trying to remain calm.

 

For some reason, Shehzad felt something off about Zuraiz’s eyes.

 

"Well, we’ll see," Zuraiz said as he finalized the deal with Shehzad.

 

With that, he prepared to go out for lunch, even though he wasn’t really in the mood for it.

**********

The two of them were discussing their business and waiting for their food, which they had already ordered.

 

It was a small restaurant near Zuraiz's office.

 

"Look, I’m telling you, I don’t want a burger; let’s order pizza," Noor argued with Jaza.

 

"No, I want a burger," Jaza replied, and Aamna, sitting with her head in her hands, cursed the moment she had offered to bring them out for lunch. With only two days left before their exams, she was fed up with studying and had hoped to refresh them. But now, she was irritated by their arguing. "Both of you stop it. We’ll order both burgers and pizza. If you continue fighting, I’ll kick both of you out of the restaurant. Just be quiet."

 

"Okay," Jaza and Noor said in unison, trying to show they were behaving well.

 

Zuraiz and Shehzad, hearing the familiar voices, turned their heads to see Jaza. She was wearing a red long shirt with white trousers underneath, a white dupatta around her neck, and her hair styled in a high ponytail. She looked extremely beautiful.

 

Shehzad and Zuraiz's gazes lingered on her, but with different emotions. Shehzad's eyes were filled with lust, while Zuraiz’s eyes held love, affection, loyalty, respect, and admiration.

 

"Excuse me," Shehzad said, standing up.

 

Zuraiz didn't understand why Shehzad had stood up, but when Shehzad approached Jaza, placing his hand on her shoulder and leaning in to speak near her ear, Zuraiz felt a surge of anger. His temper was flaring, and he was struggling not to act on his rage and cut off Shehzad's hand.

 

"Hello, dear cousin," Shehzad said with a mischievous tone.

 

Jaza was tested by Shehzad’s intrusion, his hand on her shoulder, and his whispering in her ear.

 

"Remove your hand," Jaza said, gritting her teeth.

 

"Well, actually, you should come with me. Let’s go somewhere quiet and romantic," Shehzad's words were cut off as Jaza stood up instantly, removed his hand from her shoulder, and slapped him across the face. "I told you not to come near me again. But it seems you don’t understand respect; that’s why you keep coming back to get slapped," Jaza said angrily.

 

On the other side, Shehzad’s blood was boiling with humiliation, but he remained silent, as he didn’t want to make a scene. However, Jaza’s act of revenge only fueled his anger more.

 

Zuraiz, who had been enduring Shehzad’s actions, felt a sense of relief when Jaza slapped him. He couldn’t help but mutter, "That’s like my girl."

 

He smiled at his own words, repeating, "My girl."

 

As Shehzad came back, Zuraiz hid his smile.

 

"Mr. Shehzad, are you alright?" Zuraiz asked, as he had just witnessed Shehzad getting a satisfying slap.

 

"Yes, well, she’s my cousin. It’s been a while since we met, so she acted this way. It’s fine; we get along like this," Shehzad explained.

 

"Oh, I see," Zuraiz said, understanding the situation but knowing full well the extent of the insult Shehzad had endured.

************

“I’ve heard you guys are smuggling drugs in Dubai. Maybe you didn’t understand the first time I warned you. It seems you’re repeating the same mistake. Well, whatever happens now, you will be responsible. Do you think I’ve forgotten about you just because I warned you once? That’s your mistake,” said the voice with a menacing smile.

 

“W… Who… Who’s speaking?” Even in the air-conditioned cold, tiny beads of sweat appeared on Mr. Akram’s forehead.

 

“The one who killed the Turkish Don. And do you know why I killed him?” the voice continued.

 

“N… No… No…” Mr. Akram found it hard to speak, as the cold voice sent shivers down his spine.

 

“Hmm… Do you know why I killed him? Because he didn’t stop despite my warning, and he tried to smuggle weapons into Dubai again—just like you’re trying to do now. If you value your life, stop now, or you’ll lose both your life and your assets.”

 

“Do whatever you want. I’m not afraid of you. Understand?” Mr. Akram tried to show strength despite his fear.

 

“Hahahahahahaha… I’ll make sure your end is so dreadful that you’ll beg for death yourself, Akram…”

 

Mr. Akram’s face went pale upon hearing those words.

 

“Who was calling, Akram?” Osman, who had come to Mr. Akram’s office with his sons and Shehzad, asked, noticing the change in Akram’s color.

 

“Dad, are you alright?” Shehzad, seeing his father’s distressed appearance, became worried.

 

“Akram, tell us who was calling and who made you so anxious,” Osman asked, concerned.

 

“I had warned you all not to smuggle anything into Dubai for a while, but you never listen. They are watching us closely,” Mr. Akram said in frustration.

 

“Who?” Osman asked, worried, as he sensed something wrong.

 

“ZAK…” Mr. Akram’s words silenced everyone in the room.

 

Now, who could have known that this Dubai Don was about to face such a grim fate?

****************

“Sir, we’ve found their hideout,” his trusted associate informed him.

 

“Hmmm. Good. Inspect all the items thoroughly. I’m sure these people were planning to supply not just drugs but also girls. If there are girls here, take them to a safe place immediately, and set fire to the rest of the place. Get rid of all the evidence,” Zak said, ending the call.

 

The team began thoroughly inspecting the area and each container. When they opened one of the containers, they found many girls in very poor condition.

 

“Sir, there are many girls here. Your suspicion was correct; they were indeed sending girls along with the drugs from Pakistan. What should we do with them?” Zak’s associate asked after providing all the details, waiting for a response.

 

“I’m sending you an address. Safely transport the girls to that location. Turn this place into hell and then head back to Dubai,” Zak instructed before cutting the call. He then sent a message to his associate’s number and made another call.

*************

He had just collapsed onto his bed in exhaustion when the phone began ringing.

 

“Who could it be at this hour?” His brown eyes were bloodshot from fatigue and lack of sleep.

 

Out of habit, he answered the call without checking the number. “Who’s calling? I can’t get any peace myself, nor can I let anyone else get any peace. Just tell me who it is,” he asked impatiently, his irritation evident.

 

“If you want, I can put you to sleep peacefully so you won't have any complaints about not getting rest,” the cold voice on the other end jolted him awake from his drowsy state.

 

Quickly pulling the phone away from his ear, he checked the number. “God help us, why is the Don calling at this hour?” His brown eyes widened with concern.

 

“Zak, is everything alright? Was there something you needed?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

 

“Yes, listen carefully. A truck carrying all the girls who were supposed to be sent from Pakistan to Dubai is arriving at your farmhouse. By tomorrow morning, the girls must be at their respective homes. Remember this and get to your farmhouse now,” Zak said before hanging up.

 

On the other end, his eyes turned red with anger. He immediately dialed a number and answered on the first ring.

 

Before the caller could say anything, he snapped, “Get to the farmhouse quickly,” and ended the call.

*********

The two of them, dressed in black leather jackets, black pants, and black shirts, stood in the farmhouse, and seeing the condition of the girls in front of them, they could hardly contain their rage. They felt they might just kill those responsible for the plight of these girls.

 

“Sikandar, Farooq, are you both still pondering what to do?” They turned around at the sound of M-Z’s voice from behind them.

 

“Where did he come from?” Farooq grumbled out of habit.

 

“Just as you two are here,” M-Z said calmly, looking at both of them.

 

“We’ve got all the details about the girls, M-Z,” Sikandar said, presenting a file. “All the families have claimed that their daughters are dead to save their honor because these girls have been abducted for months. Some were even lured away by their lovers, who then sold them into this mess. They have employed the most handsome boys for this task. Any girl who falls for them ends up with her life turned into hell.”

 

Farooq laid out all the information he had collected in front of M-Z and Sikandar.

 

“So, what do we do? The families won’t take them back,” Sikandar said, looking compassionately at the girls, who were mourning the injustice done to them.

 

“Take them to Aziza Auntie’s place—her girls' hostel,” M-Z said with utmost seriousness.

 

“But there...” Farooq began to protest.

 

“Yes, they need to go there. They have to survive in this world of vultures and predators. They need to be strong enough so that no one dares to look at them with ill intentions again. They must become so resilient that anyone who dares to mistreat them will face consequences. Now, take them safely to the hostel. I will meet you there,” M-Z said, giving the final instructions before leaving.

***********

In our society, a woman should be strong and dignified enough that if she ever has to leave the house due to some necessity, no one should dare to look at her with ill intentions or attempt to harm her. She should not need a man for her protection at that moment; she should be strong enough to teach those lowly and impotent men a lesson. Even though God created her as a woman, she is not weak. She knows how to defend and protect herself. In my view, a woman should only be seen as a woman when she is with her father, brother, husband, or grown son. If she is out alone, she should be as strong as a man so that she can protect herself and fight her battles independently, without needing to call on anyone for help. A woman should not be weak at all; otherwise, this society will not hesitate to strip her of her right to live.

***************

“Oh, who do we have here today? Have you lost your way or something? How did fire and water find their way here today? Where is the moon-faced beauty of the evening?” Azizah Aftab, a dignified woman in her mid-forties, looked at the two young men in front of her with a mix of happiness and irritation as she asked these questions.

 

“What did you remember about the moon-faced beauty?” M-Z, who had heard Azizah's words while entering, asked with a hint of curiosity.

 

“Don’t talk to me at all. Have you no shame? First, you leave without meeting, and then when you do come, it’s always in the dead of night, like thieves. Are you looking to get beaten?” Azizah scolded them.

 

“You know well enough where we are, when we come, and when we leave,” M-Z replied, trying to soothe Azizah with a calm and conciliatory tone.

 

“Well, tell me, is everything alright that you’re all here at this hour?” Azizah asked with concern.

 

“Have we ever come here and things been alright?” Sikandar asked in return.

 

“We’ve brought some girls who were being sent abroad to be sold. They’re here now,” Farooq explained.

 

“Where are the girls, and how many are there?” Azizah’s authoritative voice echoed in the office.

 

“They’re all in the main room, Auntie. I want to give them a new direction in life now. We need these girls for a special purpose. They must be trained to become fearless and courageous women in this society.” M-Z finished speaking and left the room, followed by Azizah, Sikandar, and Farooq.

***********

“Where did you bring all these girls from?” Azizah burst out in anger.

 

“Consider it as rescuing them from the quagmire of darkness and fear,” M-Z said with a pained smile.

 

“M-Z, Sikandar, Farooq, can you three imagine what state these girls are in? The atrocities they’ve suffered—by God, if those beastly men were here in front of me, I would have riddled each of them with bullets,” Azizah said, her voice trembling with anger and grief. Despite being a dignified woman, her eyes were red with rage and sorrow at the sight of the girls who had endured such savagery.

 

“That’s why we brought them here. They will take their revenge themselves. They need to be strong and courageous enough to kill each beast with their own hands, to have their own court where they can deliver justice. I will make them that strong. Will you help us in this?” M-Z explained his plan to Azizah.

 

“Don’t worry. I will make them so that those beasts will beg for mercy from them. May God assist me in this task,” Azizah vowed with a firm and resolute tone, looking at the girls with determination.

 

The four of them—M-Z, Sikandar, Farooq, and Azizah—stood together, planning to prepare the girls for their future. Little did anyone know what these girls would become and how they would aid in the future.

**********

"Oh, I fell, I’m ruined, I’m destroyed, I’m finished... Hey, come on, you villains, get me up... Ayan, who had fallen down the stairs, was loudly lamenting his situation.

Are you going to go and get him up and throw him out, or should I do it? Zuraiz, who was standing in front of the kitchen counter making pasta, snapped in response to Ayan’s cries.

Why are you so obsessed with this poor guy? Durab laughed and said, because on one side there was Ayan’s drama, and on the other side, Zuraiz was fuming.

I had asked that wretched man to get all the information about Akram Builders, and this crazy guy is sending me information about Shehzad Akram’s secretary. Zuraiz continued to speak angrily.

Oh my brother, you can curse later; just get me up now. Ayan, listening to Zuraiz, spoke with a pitiful expression.

Just stay where you are, lying there. Zuraiz said angrily.

Okay, calm down a bit. I’ll go and get him up. Durab got up from his place, while Zuraiz gave him a look that said, do whatever you want, and went back to his work.

How cruel is this person, not once has he come to see my foot. Ayan started acting like Zuraiz’s disgruntled wife.

Why should I care about you? Am I your wife or your lover? Zuraiz snapped.

Brother, just make me your lover, because I don’t get anyone and no one bothers you. Ayan said, making a pitiful face.

Listen, with actions like yours, you’re just fine as you are; we’re not here to drive anyone crazy, and I wouldn’t make you my lover or even a maid, at least my taste isn’t that bad. Zuraiz said angrily.

How ungrateful you are. I’m leaving from here. Ayan’s drama was still ongoing.

Go on, get out of here in a minute. Zuraiz said angrily.

No, I’m going to eat the pasta first. Ayan remained stubbornly seated.

Excuse me. Hey, I ate the pasta. Durab interjected.

What... Ayan and Zuraiz both turned to look.

You two were so busy fighting that I was hungry and just ate it. Durab defended himself.

How long have you been starving, that you couldn’t wait? Ayan was still in shock.

Well, since you two were having so much fun fighting, I just ate along. Durab had broken the innocence record.

So now, both of you will be having dinner made by me, Mr. Durab. Zuraiz said, draping his arms around Durab’s shoulders.

Absolutely not. Durab shook his head in refusal.

Yes, indeed. Zuraiz and Ayan nodded in agreement and overpowered Durab.

Now the scene was that our poor Durab was standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner while also keeping an eye on the sink, because showing too much attitude meant he was also responsible for the dishes.

You wretched people, fighting like dogs and making me do the work. Durab said angrily from the kitchen.

So, who finished the pasta while sitting and enjoying the fight like an old aunt? Zuraiz and Ayan said in unison.

And there, Durab continued muttering to himself.

 

 

 

To be continued...