Dasht-e-ulfat
Written
by.
Shazain Zainab
Ep
# 10
The red light of the operation theater was
still on. Inside, the body lying on the stretcher was fighting the battle
between life and death. The fair skin had now turned pale, as a significant
amount of blood had already flowed out of the body. Five doctors were standing
around the stretcher, leaning over it, each holding an instrument. Their white
gloves were stained red with blood. From time to time, the doctors checked the
heart monitor placed nearby to assess the patient’s heartbeat.
Finally, the doctors put their instruments
aside and removed the masks from their faces.
He had been sitting outside for a while,
waiting for the doctors to come out. Images of golden hair, light blue eyes,
and a fair complexion kept flashing before his eyes. He sat with his head
bowed, his eyes filled with tears, a pain and an anguish building up in his
chest with each passing moment. His eyes had turned red. Eventually, a tear
fell onto the back of his hand, as if he had lost something significant, or was
gripped with the fear of losing something precious.
He had been holding back for so long, but at
last, his restraint broke, and a word escaped his lips.
“Oh Allah, after losing my mother, I never
asked you for anyone's life, not even my own. Please, my Lord, give life to the
one lying inside. I beg you.”
His head was bowed in his hands, tears
flowing from his eyes. He was in pain, or perhaps he was feeling the pain of
the person lying inside.
“Oh Allah, she is the only one I have ever
loved. You know my love is pure. I have never allowed anyone else to share in
this love. Oh Allah, don't let anything happen to her. I do not have the
strength to bear it. You know my condition, my pain, my suffering. If I lose
her today, I will become a complete beast. My heart will die. Oh Allah, save my
heart from dying.”
Hadid’s restraint broke entirely. Tears
flowed freely from his eyes. He was a man, and yet he cried. Who says men don’t
cry? Men feel pain too. They are human as well. Sometimes they hold their tears
inside, and other times they let them out in solitude. But a man will cry when
he reaches a point of helplessness, especially when it concerns the woman he
loves most, the precious relationships he holds dear. A man may cry in fear of
losing them. God made men strong, able to hide their feelings, but even men
break down at times.
Suddenly, the door of the operation theater
opened. He stood up immediately, wiping his eyes.
“Is she fine?”
He asked quickly, looking at the doctor.
“The operation is successful. Soon, we will
shift her to a room. We’ll keep her under observation for a few days,” the
doctor said professionally as she passed by Hadid.
Hadid immediately fell to the ground in
prostration, as if someone had just given him the news of his life, as if his
incomplete prayer had been answered, as if he had been granted everything.
Within a short time, Lily was shifted to the
room, but she was still unconscious. Hadid sat on the stool beside her, his
gaze fixed on her pale face. There was a bruise on her face, and each time
Hadid saw it, it fueled his anger. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than
to reach Shehzad and take his life. But for now, he couldn’t.
Lily’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. Before her
eyes could fully open, Hadid quickly put his mask back on and began walking
toward the door.
Lily opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy
with pain. She tried to sit up but couldn’t due to the weight in her head. Just
then, a doctor entered the room and began checking her pulse and heartbeat.
Lily remained completely silent, watching the whole procedure, and within a few
moments, she closed her eyes again.
"Right now, she is under the influence
of the medicine, and in a while, she will regain full consciousness," the
doctor told him after stepping outside to update him on Lily’s condition. He
simply nodded in acknowledgment.
**************** urdunovelnests
"According to M-Z's
information, they will be smuggling from Karachi by sea in two days,"
Sikandar, sitting next to M-Z, informed him.
“We’ll be leaving for Karachi
shortly,” M-Z said, leaning back in his chair.
"But are we flying there?"
Farooq started to ask, but M-Z interrupted before he could finish.
“By road,” M-Z's eyes were fixed on
the screen in front of him, which displayed the plan laid out by Imran Laghari,
Akram Afandi, and Usman Jaafar.
He was also staring at the
chessboard placed before him. It was his turn. In just one move, he flipped the
entire game.
“And that's checkmate,” he declared,
positioning his king in front of Farooq’s, with the queen on one side and the
knight on the other, while Farooq sat there with his mouth open.
"M-Z..." Farooq said,
still in disbelief that he had lost a game he was certain he’d win. He had been
checkmated.
"Make a move that breaks your
enemy's back... so he can never stand again," M-Z said as he got up,
slipping on his black leather jacket that had been hanging on the back of his
chair.
"Will you checkmate them
too?" Hani couldn’t help but ask.
"Not at all. I have no intention
of giving them an easy checkmate because when I find an enemy I respect, I like
to break them slowly. They should feel their back breaking, experiencing the
pain with each passing moment,” M-Z said, zipping up his jacket and glancing at
Hani.
"So, you want to toy with
them?" Sikandar asked thoughtfully.
“You could say that,” M-Z winked at
Sikandar.
"What kind of person are
you?" Farooq, still fuming from his loss, snapped.
“I don’t know about that, but I’m
definitely exceptional,” M-Z said as he walked out of the room.
“And there’s no doubt about that,”
Sikandar remarked with a faint smile.
With that, the three of them headed
outside as well.
***************
He was lying face down on the bed. His phone
and car keys were tossed to one side, and his shoes were still on. He was
likely still under the influence of the alcohol from the night before. As the
sunlight streamed through the window and hit his eyes, he blinked slightly. He
was trying his best to open his eyes, and after a few moments, he succeeded.
Now fully awake, he turned on his side, staring at the ceiling. In one swift
motion, he sat up, but his head started spinning — the effects of last night's
drink still lingering. Holding his head, he got up and headed to the bathroom.
He ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside
before standing under the shower. As soon as the cold water hit his body, he
closed his eyes. He desperately wanted to calm the unrest within, but even the
cold water under the shower wasn’t enough to bring him peace. After standing
there for a while, he turned off the shower and went to the vanity. In the
mirror, he saw his reflection staring back at him: dusky skin, black hair, and
sharp, intelligent eyes. He was a successful businessman, yet the sense of
unrest constantly haunted him. Along with his dark eyes and hair, something
else inside him felt dark too, though he couldn't figure out what it was. It
was that very darkness that was the reason behind his restlessness — the reason
he felt empty despite having everything. After casting one last glance at
himself, he stepped out of the bathroom.
He went to the dressing room, picked out some
clothes, and began getting ready. Just as he was buttoning his maroon shirt,
his phone rang. Frowning, he stepped out of the dressing room.
"Hello," he said, placing the phone
to his ear.
"Shehzad, when are you coming to
Oman?" Nuraiz's voice came from the other end.
"Has Nawaz arrived yet?" Shehzad
asked after a moment of thought.
"No, neither has he nor you, and in two
days, the shipment is leaving from Pakistan," Nuraiz said, trying to
control his frustration.
"Hmm, I'll call Nawaz and reach Oman
before the shipment leaves." With that, Shehzad ended the call. He dialed
another number and grabbed the earbuds lying nearby, placing them in his ears
while continuing to button his shirt.
The call rang repeatedly, but no one
answered.
"Stupid man. He boasted about arriving
on time," Shehzad muttered angrily, redialing the number. But again, no
one picked up.
Standing in his room, Shehzad kept calling
the number, but still, there was no response. Frustrated, he threw his phone
onto the bed.
"Idiot!" he shouted in anger,
kicking the wooden table in front of him.
*************
"Ahhh..." Jaza fell hard on the
ground, her elbow hitting the surface with force. She sat up, rubbing her
elbow.
"Get up quickly, come on. I won’t help
you up," Shahid Sahib instructed firmly.
"My elbow hurts," Jaza said,
looking at him.
"Kid, this is just the beginning. You’re
going to get a lot more bruises. What do you think? Learning self-defense and
fighting is easy?" Shahid Sahib replied, watching her.
Jaza pushed herself up from the ground using
her hands. "Your fighting skills are impressive. I’ll learn them
too," she said while getting up.
"It’ll take time, but you’ll
learn," Shahid Sahib said calmly.
"But why did you learn it? And for
what?" Jaza asked, curious.
"Why are you learning it?" Shahid
Sahib countered with a question.
"Because I want to," Jaza answered
immediately.
"Then I learned for the same
reason," Shahid Sahib replied in the same tone.
He suddenly moved forward, trying to grab
Jaza by the neck, but she quickly ducked in defense.
"That’s good..." Shahid Sahib said,
observing her reaction. Suddenly, Jaza crouched down, putting her weight on one
leg, and tried to knock Shahid Sahib down with the other. But before she could,
Shahid Sahib jumped slightly off the ground.
"My student is trying to outsmart
me..." he said, looking at her, while Jaza pouted in frustration at his
swift defense.
"It wouldn’t have hurt to let me win a
little," she said in a sulky tone.
"If I keep taking the hits and falling
just to make you happy, how will you learn?" Shahid Sahib lightly tapped
her head.
"Fine, I’m not talking to you,"
Jaza turned her face away in mock annoyance.
"Great excuse for avoiding more
practice," Shahid Sahib raised an eyebrow at her.
"How does he always know?" she
muttered under her breath, barely audible even to herself.
"Come on, hurry up. You’ve got a race to
run, Madam," Shahid Sahib said sternly.
"By the way, you’ve turned out to be a
very strict coach," Jaza said, making an innocent face.
"If you lose the race today, I’ll become
an even stricter coach," Shahid Sahib warned, while Jaza sighed in
response.
Both of them were running on the park's track
now. Shahid Sahib was ahead, and despite giving her all, Jaza couldn’t keep up
with him. Shahid Sahib reached the finish line and waited for Jaza to catch up.
"You lost..." As soon as Jaza
reached the winning point, Shahid Sahib said.
"What do you eat? Even at this age,
you’re so fast!" Jaza said, panting heavily.
"Child, I’m still younger than all of
you. And today, your running time is two minutes less. Next time, I want it to
be even shorter," Shahid Sahib’s authoritative tone drained the last bit
of Jaza’s remaining energy.
"Mr. Shahid, please, can you be my dad
for a little while? I’m hungry, let's go home!" Jaza was now truly
pleading.
"Alright, I'll drop you home first, then
I have an important errand to run. Let your mom know," Shahid Sahib
finally showed some mercy.
"Can I come with you?" Jaza’s eyes
sparkled.
"Not yet... One day you’ll come too. Be
patient for now," Shahid Sahib said thoughtfully.
"But where are you going?" Jaza
couldn’t resist asking.
"Some things are better known at the
right time..." Shahid Sahib said, playfully pinching her delicate nose,
while Jaza just stared at him. Sometimes, she seriously doubted her father’s
actions.
************
They were walking through a corridor shrouded
in darkness. The sound of heavy boots echoed in the silence. The two of them
stood in front of a door for a moment, glanced around, and then opened it.
Now, they were standing in front of a
basement as they descended the stairs. They were moving forward slowly.
“How prepared are you all?” they said as they
entered the basement.
The four of them, who were packing their
bags, paused for a moment. When they turned around suddenly, they were
astonished.
“Khan, Alpha…” M-Z and Sikandar said in a low
voice, filled with surprise.
“What’s wrong? Why are you so surprised,
boys?” Khan said, stepping forward. “I think they had no idea we would be
here,” Alpha added, also moving closer to Khan.
“How do you both know about this place?” M-Z
asked, looking at them.
“Hmmm… well, this place used to be ours,”
Khan said, stopping in front of a chessboard, while the other four looked at
him and Alpha.
“So, when are you guys leaving?” Alpha asked
while picking up a pawn.
“In just a little while,” Sikandar replied.
“Hmmm…” Khan pondered as he looked at the
chess pieces.
“In chess, even small pawns can checkmate,”
Khan picked up a white pawn and placed it in the spot of a black pawn.
“And these small pawns can also cause
significant damage.” This time, Alpha picked up a black rook, which was ahead
of the white pawn but to its left, and placed the white pawn there.
“What are you trying to say?” Hani asked,
sounding a bit confused.
“It means I’ll take them down first with
these small pawns, but inflict more damage. I’ll break their foundations with
small blows, and then strike hard all at once to bring them down. That’s what
you both mean, right?” Before Khan and Alpha could respond, M-Z said, wanting
confirmation that he had understood their point.
“Well said, M-Z. That’s why I say you’re
Alpha,” Alpha said, moving closer and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“And I’ve already told you that only one
Alpha can exist at a time in one place. As long as you are here, it’s forbidden
for me to be Alpha,” M-Z replied, raising his head to meet Alpha’s gaze. Alpha
had always liked this attitude of his.
“Remember one thing, boys. If you need any
kind of help, contact me immediately,” Khan said, looking at the four of them.
“We just needed some female officers to take
the girls to a safe location under their supervision, and that has been arranged.
I’ve already contacted the Karachi headquarters,” Sikandar said this time.
“So, you guys don’t need help for now?” Khan
raised an eyebrow and looked at Sikandar.
“Just consider it that way,” Sikandar
shrugged.
Now the four of them were loading their belongings
into the car while Khan and Alpha stood nearby.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us,” M-Z said,
standing in front of them.
“May Allah grant you success,” Khan and Alpha
said in unison. In the next moment, they were all seated in the car, and
moments later, they set off towards their destination—to thwart the enemy's
plans.
********************
She had been lying on the bed, staring at the
ceiling of the room for a long time. She still couldn't believe she had
survived. Her eyes were filled with tears. She had lost her entire family—her
sister, her nephew, her child. She couldn’t understand why she was still alive.
The man she had loved so deeply had destroyed everything. A tear fell and
absorbed into her hair.
She was lost in her thoughts when someone
opened the room's door.
It was a delivery boy holding a bouquet of
white lilies.
“You are Miss Lily?” he asked, looking at
Lily.
“Yes, I am…” Lily replied nervously.
“This is for you from Mr. Amell,” he said,
extending the bouquet toward Lily.
Lily took the bouquet, but she still couldn’t
comprehend what was happening.
“Amell…” she murmured, feeling as if she had
heard that name before. She tried hard to remember where she had come across
it, but when she realized who it was, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Amell, Zak's right hand…” Lily's voice was
filled with astonishment; she still couldn’t believe it was him.
She looked closely at the bouquet, but there
was no note or card inside. Confused, she lay back down on the bed.
“Oh God…”
She placed her head on the pillow and sighed
heavily.
She was completely tangled in her thoughts;
her mind was overwhelmed with thousands of worries. Losing her family—her
sister, her nephew, her child—she had lost everything, including the man she
loved. She didn’t know what her future held, what she was going to face. She
felt like a crumpled piece of paper, uncertain of what would be written on it.
She was utterly alone at that moment. She had never felt so helpless and
desperate as she did today. Tears streamed down her face, and her sobs began to
grow louder. She had no idea how deeply the man she loved would plunge her into
despair. She didn’t realize that she was destroying herself with her own hands,
turning her future into a torment, burning her past in flames.
“I ruined my own life…”
Her tear-soaked voice carried a tremor.
“You be ruined, Shahzad Akram. I hate you, I
hate you! You have destroyed my last support. How cruel you are.”
She was saying this while sobbing.
“I wish I didn’t love you. I wish you didn’t
come into my life. I wish I had died before you arrived. You never met me, nor
was I the object of your lust. Loving you was the biggest loss of my life. And
I will regret it for the rest of my life. I wish I hadn’t confessed my love to
you. I wish, I wish…”
How many wishes filled her life today. There
was a tremor in her voice. She was crying uncontrollably. The presence standing
outside the room felt the pain in every word she uttered. He clenched his fists
to suppress his inner rage.
*********************
Shahzad was at Sallah Airport, where Nawaz
and Nuraiz were already present. Nawaz had just arrived in Oman two hours ago.
Shahzad approached him, glaring with intense anger.
“Why did you keep your phone off?” Shahzad
said through gritted teeth.
“I was…” Nawaz started to explain when
Shahzad interrupted him.
“If you didn’t want to answer calls when
needed, just give this phone away as charity!” Shahzad shouted at Nawaz, his
eyes filled with fury.
“I was sleeping at that time; I was really
tired,” Nawaz murmured quietly.
“Why did you look like you were about to fall
asleep when going to Turkey?” Shahzad chewed each word as he spoke, struggling
not to slap Nawaz. Nuraiz stood calmly, knowing that Nawaz wouldn't listen to
him; only Shahzad could confront him like this.
“Sorry…” Nawaz said to save himself.
“Sorry? Is this all a joke to you? I’ll talk
to you when we reach the hotel,” he said, tossing his bag to Nuraiz and moving
ahead.
“What does he think of himself?” Nawaz's
ocean-green eyes expressed his complaint about sleeplessness, and there was now
a flicker of anger in them. Meanwhile, Nuraiz stood next to him, his eyes
glinting with mischief.
“When you do shameful work, this is bound to
happen,” Nuraiz said, placing a hand on his shoulder and winking before moving
ahead.
“If you weren’t my brother, I would have
killed you today. You should have told me he was coming today!” Nawaz fumed,
grabbing Nuraiz's neck from behind as he began to walk alongside him.
The three of them were currently at the
Havana Resort, which was just a short distance from the beach. They had each
rented a villa for a few days. All three villas looked similar, with an
upper-story bedroom, a downstairs TV lounge, a sitting area, and an open
kitchen. Stepping outside, they were greeted by a large swimming pool.
They were all sitting in front of the pool
after placing their belongings in their respective villas.
“Did you have any contact in Pakistan?” Nawaz
asked, thinking.
“Yes... all the supplies will be sent from
Pakistan tonight,” Shahzad replied, bringing the wine glass to his lips.
“Hm, so we’ll have to wait a few days,” Nawaz
said, leaning against the chair.
“Then why not live life to the fullest during
these few days?” Nuraiz said, glancing at some girls standing a little distance
away who had been watching them for some time.
“Not a bad idea, right?” Nawaz pondered.
“You two are really lowlifes,” Shahzad
remarked, looking at both of them with a mischievous grin on his face.
And with that, their laughter echoed around
the area.
**************
It was nearly 1:30 AM, and the sound of waves
could be heard at the Karachi port. The four of them stood near the port with
their remaining companions. Everyone’s faces were covered with masks, and they
were dressed in Pakistan Army uniforms, holding guns and ready, just waiting
for a signal from M-Z.
Imran Laghari, Akram Afandi, and Usman
Sagheer were busy loading all the supplies into the containers, which were set
to depart shortly.
Just as they finished loading the supplies
and were about to move away, the sound of gunfire suddenly erupted. M-Z and his
associates were shooting down all their men while Imran, Akram, and Usman took
cover in a distant location to save themselves. Gunfire was intense from both
sides; one or two of M-Z's men were shot, but they continued to fight back.
Meanwhile, almost all of the opponents' men had been killed, and the ones who
were severely injured were now in the hands of M-Z’s team. They were all moving
towards the containers, and the one containing the girls had been taken into
custody by female officers.
Usman, Akram, and Imran were hiding behind
their vehicles when suddenly Imran pulled a gun from his pocket and loaded it.
The gun was aimed at M-Z, and in the next moment, a bullet was fired. As M-Z
turned at the sound of the gunfire, the bullet struck his arm.
“Shit...” Imran Laghari immediately jumped
into the car as he saw his aim miss. This caused Akram and Usman to jump into
their cars as well, with Akram visibly furious.
From the back, Sikandar had taken aim at the
vehicles as M-Z had stopped.
“Let them go!” M-Z glared at them, watching
them leave.
“M-Z, you go first!” Farooq quickly
approached M-Z.
“No, first set fire to the drugs and seize
all the weapons. Send the girls to a safe point,” M-Z said, looking at Farooq
and Sikandar.
“But M-Z…” Sikandar started to speak, but M-Z
interrupted him.
“I don’t die from one bullet. They need a lot
more guts to kill me, and they don’t have that.” M-Z's voice was filled with
rage, but no one understood what fueled that rage.
******************
Their vehicles had just moved a little
further from the port when suddenly a loud explosion echoed through the air.
Flames shot up into the sky.
Imran Laghari still couldn’t believe that
their plan had failed once again.
Behind Imran Laghari's vehicle were Akram and
Usman’s cars, and both were struggling to control their anger, as they were
increasingly frustrated with Imran Laghari for firing the shot.
****************
"Have you lost your mind, Imran?"
Akram Sahib scolded Imran Laghari as they arrived at his farmhouse in Karachi.
"My mind is definitely messed up,"
Imran Laghari replied defiantly.
"You tell me, what were you thinking
when you fired the shot? If they had spotted us here, we would have been in
serious trouble," Akram Sahib yelled at Imran in anger.
"I can barely hold myself back; I feel
like killing that officer," Imran said, seething with rage.
"Calm down, Imran," Usman Sahib
interjected this time.
"I can't calm down!" Imran shouted,
sitting on the sofa and glaring at the wall.
"First, find out how the army got wind
of this plan. You said everything was safe at your house, so how did they learn
about the plan?" Akram Sahib asked, looking angrily at Imran.
"I just don’t understand how this
happened," Imran said, burying his head in his hands. Suddenly, he looked
up as if recalling something.
"Shiru! Shiru! Where have you
been?" Imran shouted loudly when a man stepped forward to stand in front
of him.
"Yes, sir, what is it?" the man
said, bowing his head.
"I need all the information about that
officer within a day. Who was he?" Imran glared at him angrily.
"Okay, sir. I will get you all the
information. Don't worry," the man said, keeping his head down as he
exited.
******************
"Aahhhh... What are these people doing
here?" Shehzad exclaimed in anger.
"What happened?" Nuraiz asked, looking at him. "The army has
seized all the goods, and on top of that, Uncle Imran fired a shot at an
officer."
In his anger, Shehzad kicked a chair.
"How did the army find out?" Nawaz asked, astonished.
"I had informed them," Shehzad replied irritably.
"Really?" Nuraiz's mouth opened in surprise.
"I've been humiliated with you guys for years; how would I know how the
army found out?" Shehzad was extremely annoyed at Nuraiz's comment.
"I think they are all done for," Nawaz said, contemplating.
"Do you think so?" Shehzad raised an eyebrow at Nawaz.
"Now tell me, what do we do?" Nuraiz asked, looking a bit worried.
"We'll go back; what else can we do? Check the schedule for tonight's
flight, Nawaz. And you call Leena to leave for Pakistan immediately." With
that, Shehzad walked upstairs to his room.
**************
It was midnight, and the Dubai nightclub was
in full swing, alive with the sounds of laughter and music as young people
celebrated the night. She was dancing on the bar, wearing black shorts and a
long black coat, holding a wine glass in her hand. In the midst of all the
young boys and girls, she was dancing, completely intoxicated. Her guards stood
near the bar; they didn’t have the courage to snatch the glass of alcohol from
her hand.
When her phone, which was lying next to her
purse, rang, one of the guards looked at the screen and immediately went over
to inform her.
"Ma'am, it’s a call from Nuraiz," the guard shouted so she could hear
over the loud music.
Her dancing came to a halt, and after signaling the guard to go ahead, she took
a sip from her glass and moved forward.
When she picked up her phone, she saw that
Nuraiz had called her four times. Just as she was about to call back, her phone
rang again.
She immediately answered, "Hello... what’s up, Nuraiz?" she said,
trying to sound normal.
"Leave for Pakistan right away. We’ll meet you at the airport,"
Nuraiz said loudly, his voice rising above the music in the club.
"What did you say?" Leena couldn’t understand him, so she walked a
bit away from the noise.
"I’m saying leave for Pakistan immediately. We’ll meet you at the airport;
your ticket has been booked," Nuraiz explained in detail.
But... as she started to say something in her
drunken state, Nuraiz's words snapped her back to reality.
"The army has seized all the goods, and your father shot an officer,"
Nuraiz said through gritted teeth.
"What did you say?" Leena managed to ask, barely comprehending.
"What you heard. There’s no more time; your flight is in an hour. Hurry
up!" Nuraiz insisted, keeping his tone steady.
"Okay..." she replied and abruptly
hung up the call.
"Why can’t my father just do something sensible for once?" she said
angrily as she stepped out of the club. Moments later, she was at the airport
with her luggage.
************
The three of them had arrived in Pakistan on
the morning flight, and Leena was set to land shortly after. They were waiting
for her when Nawaz's phone rang.
"Where are you guys?" Usman Sahib was the first to ask.
"We're in Pakistan, waiting for Leena; she's about to land soon,"
Nawaz replied to Usman Sahib and fell silent.
"Okay, all three of you come straight to Imran Laghari's office," he
said before hanging up.
"Always giving orders," Nawaz
muttered after ending the call.
"What happened now?" Nuraiz asked, noticing Nawaz's tense demeanor.
"We have to head straight to Uncle Imran's office," Nawaz replied,
glaring at Nuraiz.
"Hmm... alright, you guys bring Leena; I’ll wait in the car," Shehzad
said as he gathered his things and moved ahead.
A little later, Nawaz, Nuraiz, and Leena
walked together. They all got into the car.
"How did all this happen? And who was that officer who ruined
everything?" Leena asked as she settled in.
"I don’t know who he was... and how he found out. We’ll find out
everything once we get to Laghari Sahib’s office," Shehzad said, looking
out the windshield.
************
"Hello, Sir, I have an important
update." The voice on the other end was speaking quietly, glancing back
repeatedly.
"Yes, go ahead," a firm voice echoed through the phone.
"They want to find out who the officer was that interfered with their
work."
The man spoke in a hushed tone.
"I knew they would do something like this," the voice was calm.
"What should I do now? You tell me," he said, looking back nervously.
His eyes were scanning the area, making sure no one was coming.
"Say it was M-Z. They should know who is disrupting their peace," M-Z
said in a composed tone.
"Okay, sir." He smiled slightly at M-Z's words.
"And keep me updated on every moment." M-Z had just given him that
order.
"Certainly, sir. For now, they have all arrived in Lahore, and Nawaz,
Nuraiz, and Leena have also returned to Pakistan. I will keep you informed as
things progress. Goodbye." He provided all the information he had.
"Goodbye." M-Z hung up the call.
************
Sikandar had just entered the office where
Farooq and Hani were already present. Sikandar was holding a first aid box.
"Give it here," M-Z extended his hand.
"I’ll do it," Sikandar set the box aside and took out some cotton. He
began cleaning M-Z's wound with antiseptic.
"What did you talk about with him?" Farooq asked, looking at M-Z.
"They needed information on who interfered in their operation, so I
provided it," M-Z said with a wink.
"But M-Z..." Hani wanted to say something.
"Shhh... The enemy needs to know the name of the one who is making their
life a misery," M-Z said in a low voice while Sikandar continued to dress
the wound.
"What’s the next plan, M-Z?" Sikandar asked while applying the
bandage.
"We need to find out their next move," M-Z said, adjusting his shirt
as he stood up from the couch.
"But I think you should rest. You've lost a lot of blood," Sikandar
said with concern.
"A Markhor doesn’t rest until it hunts the snake, Sikandar," M-Z
replied, gazing out at the Pakistani flag waving in the field outside.
"But you need rest," this time it was Farooq who spoke.
"My country is filled with enemies. The daughters of my nation are not
safe. The youth of my country is not safe. How can I rest? Would you be able to
rest in such a situation? Never. So what do you expect from me?" M-Z said,
looking at them with his bloodshot eyes, and they fell silent.
He then placed his cap on his head and walked
out of the office, with Farooq, Sikandar, and Hani following him. The four of
them were clad in army khaki uniforms, exuding a commanding presence.
***************
"Who did all this? You guys said no one
would find out about the plan, so what’s going on?" Shahzad was yelling at
everyone.
"My sources tell me that the ISI is involved in this, and the one who
ruined the entire plan is named M-Z," Imran Sahib said, trying to control
his anger.
"Where did this M-Z come from? You claimed this plan was very safe. Was it
safe? You call this a strong plan?" Nawaz retorted this time.
"How were we supposed to know that the army would arrive right at that
moment?" Imran Sahib looked at Shahzad and Nawaz as he spoke.
"The army is not just any normal low-ranking officer; he’s an agent of the
ISI. Coming under the notice of an ISI officer is like putting yourself in
front of a lion, and you've shot him too, Laghari Sahib. We're completely
exposed now. On one side is Zak, on another side is M-Z, and on top of all that
is Beast, who’s always hovering like death," Shahzad shouted, his anger
most directed at Imran Sahib.
"You tell me, what should we do now?" Imran Sahib replied in the same
tone.
"Just kill me!" Shahzad exclaimed in extreme anger.
"Did anyone hear me when I said that the plan didn't feel right? Now
you’re asking me what we should do?" He was speaking each word with
emphasis, and his anger wasn't subsiding.
"Calm down, Shahzad," Akram Sahib said, noticing his rage.
"I can control my anger," Shahzad replied, frowning as he took his
seat.
"I have another plan," Imran Sahib started to speak, but Shahzad
folded his hands.
"Look at this—your plan will get us caught by those idiots. The ISI has
already arrived at your created plan. What’s the next plan? Do you intend to
hand us over to the ISI?" Shahzad finished his statement and raised a
glass of water to his lips, while everyone let out a suppressed chuckle. Imran
Sahib shot them a glare that could burn.
Before Imran Sahib could say anything, his phone rang. The glowing name made
everyone’s faces pale.
"Beast calling..." The continuous ringing made Imran Sahib hesitant
to answer.
"Pick up the phone of this angel of death," Shahzad said
sarcastically. Imran Sahib glared at him and answered the call on speakerphone.
"Where have you all been?" Beast's furious voice echoed through the
speaker.
"Uh... th-that’s me..." Imran Laghari tried to complete his sentence
when Beast interrupted him again.
"Laghari, stop stammering, and I want all of you in front of me by
tonight!" He spoke angrily and hung up, leaving everyone in stunned
silence.
****************
She had been lying in the same room for two days
now. The doctor would come to assess her recovery and then leave. Every day, a
delivery boy brought her a bouquet of white lilies. She was looking at the
clock, which showed it was one o'clock. Just then, the delivery boy arrived
again, this time with another bouquet of white lilies, but he had something
else as well. After giving her the lilies, he walked away.
Lily stared at the bouquet and the box that
came with it. Feeling a bit nervous, she opened the box. Inside, she found her
passport along with a flight ticket to Dubai for six o'clock that evening. As
she examined the ticket, her eyes fell on a note:
أنا في انتظارك،
فیري
(I am waiting for you, Fairy.)
Lily read the sentence in Arabic; she was
quite proficient in reading and writing Arabic since she had spent a long time
in Dubai. However, she was astonished by what it said. It reminded her of that
person from her past. How could she have forgotten? Whenever she was in
trouble, he was always there to save her. And there was no doubt that he had saved
her this time too.
Lost in her thoughts, a doctor entered with
her discharge letter, handed it to her, and left. A little while later, she was
dressed in casual clothes when a nurse approached her, extending a note with a
car number on it. Taking the note, she exited the hospital. Just as she reached
the last step, a white Rolls Royce pulled up in front of her. A guard got out
and opened the door for her, and she got inside, unaware of how this journey
would change her life.
She quietly rested her head against the seat
and took one last look at the streets of Los Angeles, where she had lost
everything once again. As she closed her eyes, a bitter memory from the past
came flooding back...
"No, Dad, I don’t want to listen
to this singer again..."
Seventeen-year-old Lily had her hands over her ears, pretending to complain
while her older sister, nineteen-year-old Rozina, laughed hysterically beside
her. Their parents, Johnson and Rosie, were chuckling at their daughters.
Suddenly, a large truck appeared in front of
them. Johnson couldn’t regain control of the car in time, and they suffered a
terrible accident. The car ended up underneath the truck. Rozina came to her
senses with broken glass from the windshield embedded in her face, blood oozing
from her forehead. She attempted to lift Lily, who had regained consciousness
moments later.
"Rozina..."
Lily opened her eyes and called out when she saw Rosina.
"Lily..."
Rozina hugged her tightly.
"Where’s Mom and Dad, Rozina?"
Lily asked through tears, looking for their parents.
But as her gaze fell on the front seat, she
screamed. Rescue workers had been trying to pull them out for a while; they
finally broke the glass on one side and opened the car door to get them out.
In the next moment, Lily opened her eyes, her
face soaked with tears...
"Los Angeles, you are famous as the
City of Angels, but for me, you are the City of Demons..."
She spoke in a teary voice... Now, she was at
the airport. Shortly, she had departed from Los Angeles, letting out a cold
sigh as she leaned back against her seat.
And here began the journey of a fairy towards
her lover...
******************
That night, the large white mansion was
enveloped in darkness. They were all seated in their respective places when the
sound of heavy boots echoed down the stairs. As always, the three of them
descended in black long coats, caps on their heads, and black masks covering
their faces, their eyes filled with an eerie intensity.
Leena’s gaze was fixed on Beast, who ignored
her completely and took his seat. Wolf and Leo settled in beside him.
Outside, the rain was at its peak, and the
thunder rumbled repeatedly, breaking the silence of the mansion.
“Where’s the equipment?” Beast asked in a
blunt tone.
“Uh, Beast, the equipment…” Akram Sahib
attempted to speak.
“What equipment? Can someone say something?”
Wolf interjected this time.
“The army arrived on the scene,” Nooraz
gathered the courage to reply.
“Wow, fantastic,” Beast said, placing the gun
on the table, leaving everyone speechless.
“How did the army get here?” Leo asked, his
eyes wide with panic.
“W... well... it's just... I can’t...” Imran
Sahib stammered, clearing his throat as he tried to finish his sentence.
“Can any of you do a single job properly?”
Beast's angry tone resonated throughout the hall.
“Forgive me, Beast,” Usman Sahib said, his
voice trembling.
“Forgive? Really? Who is going to compensate
for the millions in losses you’ve caused, Usman Saghir?” Beast replied,
grabbing Usman Sahib by the collar and enunciating each word carefully.
“Beast... your father…” Nawaz tried to speak
softly as Beast looked at him with a menacing glare.
“Keep your voice down, Nawaz, or I’ll cut out
your tongue and hand it to you,” Beast threatened, his eyes burning into
Nawaz's. The intensity in his gaze silenced Nawaz instantly.
“We truly have no idea how the army
intervened. We made the plan very safe,” Akram Sahib spoke in a low voice.
“I don’t care if any of you can do a job
properly or not... It seems to me that the King has gathered a bunch of useless
idiots,” Beast replied as he sat back in his chair.
“And this time, none of you will get
forgiveness. You’ll each make up for the millions in losses out of your own
pockets,” Beast said, playing with the gun in his hand, the tip of it dancing
between his fingers.
At his words, everyone's faces went pale.
“But... Beast…” Imran Laghari was struggling
to speak.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like the punishment?”
Beast asked sarcastically, looking at Imran Laghari.
“But how will we make up for such huge losses?”
Nooraz mustered the courage to ask this time.
“Just as you caused this loss, that’s how
you’ll make it up, Nooraz Usman,” Wolf said, his eyes wild as he looked at
Nooraz.
“And the payment you were supposed to receive
this time will also be canceled,” Leo added, as if he had dropped a bombshell
on them.
“Next time, think carefully before causing
any loss. Otherwise, I might extract your body parts to cover the damages,”
Beast warned as he stood up and headed toward his room.
“Tonight, you all will stay here, and by
morning, make sure to lose your faces,” Wolf said before following Beast, while
Leo had already left earlier.
And Shehzad was trying to control his anger;
he could barely hold back the urge to kill all three of them.
*****************
It was the last hour of the night in
Islamabad, and the heavy rain and wind created a unique and captivating scene.
In the White Palace, she was standing in a spacious dressing room in front of a
large mirror. She wore a navy blue nightie that was backless and had a deep
neckline in front. Over the nightie, she had put on a lace gown and stepped out
of her room, heading toward Beast's room upstairs.
He, who was engrossed in work in his room,
was startled when the door opened. He immediately adjusted his mask and turned
his neck to see Leena closing the door behind her. It was perhaps the first
time that Beast had forgotten to lock his room's door.
"You’ve worked enough; take some
rest," Leena said, stepping closer to him.
"Stay in your limits, Leena, or there
will be no one worse than me," Beast replied through gritted teeth.
"No one is bigger than you. Such a
beautiful, young, and stunning girl is ready to give herself to you, and you
don’t even look at her," Leena said, taking another step forward.
"Stop right there, or you'll be
responsible for your own fate," Beast warned, his eyes filled with menace.
"Who fears fate? My love, I’ve come to
dedicate this night to you," Leena said, extending her hand. But Beast
halted her hand in mid-air, and in the next moment, a loud slap echoed through
the room, causing Leena to fall to the ground.
"Get out of my room right now!"
Beast ordered, pointing toward the door.
"You slapped me, Leena Laghari!"
Leena screamed in anger.
"I slapped a shameless woman who has
forgotten her modesty," Beast replied, glaring at her.
"Tonight, I will have you close to
me," she said, stepping forward again. This time, Beast grabbed her by the
hair.
He dragged her to the door of the room,
opened it, and pushed her outside. "I’ve told you before to stay in your
limits. I don’t like girls like you; I don’t find such filth appealing. If you
come into my room or come in front of me with any wrong intentions after today,
I will kill you. Don't ever show me your face again." He emphasized each word,
slamming the door in her face as he went back inside.
Meanwhile, Nuraiz had witnessed all of this.
Reluctantly, he felt pity for Leena, and his heart was stirred.
Leena was foolish for banging her head
against a stone.
Nuraiz was helpless in the face of his heart,
which was captivated by a beautiful woman. It wasn't that he wasn't handsome
himself.
Leena had a habit of spending time with every
handsome man, and she would relentlessly pursue them until they agreed to spend
time with her.
*************** urdunovelnests
She was standing in front of a beautiful
house in Dubai, which had been approached along a driveway. A wide garden
surrounded the house. It was built on a large area, and the house captured the
attention of anyone who laid eyes on it. Lily stood there, mouth agape,
admiring the house when a maid came out from inside.
"Sir is calling you inside..." the
maid addressed her with her head bowed.
"Hmm..." Lily could only manage
that as she moved inside.
She followed the maid closely.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw a
spacious TV lounge furnished with exquisite and valuable furniture. A little
further from the TV lounge was a drawing room with beautiful furnishings, and
adjacent to it was an open kitchen designed in a modern style. Just beyond that
was a large dining room. Exiting the dining room, she found four rooms
together, and if she passed through a long hallway, there was an alone and pool
area.
Climbing the stairs, she found a master
bedroom in front, with two rooms and a study room on one side, while the other
side had four rooms and a balcony, along with a normal-sized kitchen. Lily was
following the maid and was in awe of this magnificent house, where every detail
spoke volumes about its worth. Now, she stopped in front of the study. The maid
opened the study door, and she walked inside.
He was leaning back in his chair, eyes
closed, with the chair turned away from her. He opened his eyes at the sound of
her footsteps, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Today, my beloved has come to my threshold
himself..." he spoke softly, his smile still lingering. Whoever he was,
every word dripped with affection.
Lily halted, surprised by his words. Whether
it was the effect of the words or the tone in which they were delivered, she
felt enchanted by them.
No one knew what this meeting would bring...
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