Flashbacks are in bold*

The evening morphing into the night was taking its last breaths somewhere on the horizon. Meeral gave the last touches to the dinner she was making and came to the lounge. Hamail was supposed to come back home an hour back but this was thing with Hamail these days, he was always away and always busy. She wasn't as ignorant as he was thinking she was. She knew something was up and he wasn't telling her. Her first thought was Duraid house but both Sohaira and Gull auntie were in contact with her and from then she had got to know that everything was fine at her in laws. Then what was wrong which was making Hamail so worked up? She again got reminded of the night he had come back home so broken and so shaken. She wasn't someone to probe in to something she had nothing to do with but here the person in question was Hamail and seeing him losing all semblance of his jolly self wasn't setting well with her. She had decided enough was enough. Now she wouldn't sit back waiting for him to open up. She'd ask answers and he's have to tell her what the hell was happening that was so unsettling for him.

The doorbell rang and Meeral immediately got up. Her eyes went towards the coffee table where Hamail's set of house keys was placed. He never forgot to take those with him but now they were lying there indicating he had done this as well. She'd have to talk to him right away. His mindlessness was not something to overlook.

She came to the door and pulled opened only to be shocked seeing a disheveled woman in front of her.

"Can I help you?"

Meeral looked on confusedly when Hamail also entered inside.

"Yes, you can. First aid?"

Meeral looked at Hamail and then at the woman back and forth and nodded slowly.

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Leaving the woman who had a name now, Muskan in the guest room, Meeral and Hamail came back to the lounge. Muskan was injured but it wasn't too bad so the first aid was enough. Though during the whole process, Meeral's mind was on overdrive. She knew this woman was here because something serious might've come up but who was she? Her mind blared the alarm but Meeral shook it off. She knew Hamail and how he functioned. He'd never do any such thing then what was happening here?

"She's kind of a helper. Someone who did something for us without thinking much of her own safety."

"Did what? And what are you up to?"

Hamail bit his tongue. There was no way he could hide this from Meeral now. When Waleed had found Muskan on a run to save her life, he had immediately called Hamail. His apartment would be the safest place for Muskan as no one would have any idea about it. So taking her here was kind of a risk Hamail had taken but there was no other way.

Meeral would be the one to take care of Muskan for as long as she was here so it was better to tell Meeral at least something to make her understand the gravity of the situation. Hamail took a deep breath. It was time to involve Meeral in the secret.

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Zaviyar leaned into the chair and saw Abdul doing his usual work of picking up all the mess in the room. The trusted servant of Ghiyas was good at everything but he had a habit of talking too much and right now, for Zaviyar, this was the only good thing about Abdul.

"What has happened, Sahab? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Seeing Zaviyar's uncomfortable expressions, Abdul had immediately asked. Zaviyar was waiting for this opening all along.

"I tried, Abdul. But maybe it's about this bed or the commotion outside. I just couldn't sleep well."

"The bed looks comfortable enough, Sahab. I think you got disturbed by the noises from the outside."

"I think so. What it was by the way? I saw through the window. Large trucks. Felt like cargo or something."

"Sahab? Cargo?"

He snorted.

"The heaven of drugs. Top notched drugs from all across the country. The Gardezi tribe, you know the people who are always at loggerheads with us? They bring those and then store them at their repository at the back of their building. Then it goes to foreign traders and companies. They get a huge fortune this way. You can say its their business and hey worship it, kind of."

"Oh..."

Zaviyar's mind had started working full force.

"Their dispute with us is also based on this only. They want this compound as it is near to the highway and is well hidden in the bushes and trees. But we also have long hands. Our bosses know how to keep them in check."

Abdul went away to check on the evening meal while Zaviyar had already planned his next move.

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Palwisha looked at his excited face and smiled lightly. This was the first time she was seeing him so positive about escaping from here.

"I know about the rivalry between the two tribes but how would you use it in your favour?"

They were at the back of the compound planning this out. The map of the area was in Zaviyar's hand which Palwisha had given him long back from Ghiyas's office.

"This is the highway."

Zaviyar highlighted the area.

"And this is the compound we are in at the moment. So the Gardezi tribe's lodging is here, see it's already marked in red by Ghiyas. Red means danger. The distance between the two isn't that much so it will be easy to go there."

"And then?"

Palwisha asked still not getting why he wanted to include Gardezi tribe in this.

"A diversion. We can't escape because every eye in this house is always at us. Even at night two people are always up making sure I don't try anything. But when they won't get the chance we'll just go straight out of here. Involving Gardezi tribe is the distraction we need. And for that we'll have to get to their repository and somehow finish the entire drug they have gotten last night. They'll get furious and their first thought will be Ghiyas and his men. They'll come here and rest you can leave on me. We just need a man who can do this work for us. I was thinking of going myself but dodging these people isn't easy. If it were, I'd be free by now."

Palwisha kept on thinking through his plan. It was workable. There were not many loopholes. Just the fire part needed caution and hell lot of careful moments but it was going to be worth it.

"So any man you think can do this for you?"

"As of now? None. So I'm thinking of coming up with a plan."

"What about a woman?"

Zaviyar looked keenly at her and after getting what she was hinting at shook his head.

"No! way too risky."

"Way too workable as well. Think of it this way. I'm the last person they are interested in at this moment. Also I've been here for so long, I know the woods, the paths. I can totally do this."

"But..."

"No uts and buts Zaviyar, You said you want me along so this is me being a part of this escape plan of yours. Think about it this way, you can't get out of here. Ghiyas never leaves your side. Right now you are talking to me just because Ghiyas is taking his shower. In this way this plan will go in vain. The drugs are here but soon they'll be gone and who knows after how long we'll get a chance like this again? So let me do this."

This was the first time she was looking so optimistic about this whole situation. Zaviyar trusted her fully. She had instincts and she was right, she knew this area more than him. So it was fitting if she goes there.

He nodded slowly. Palwisha smiled thinking of all the things she'd need to get this plan working.

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The cigar smoke permeated in the small space making Yahya scrunched his nose. He'd always abhorred smoking. But same wasn't true for Honadir. He was a smoker for years now, one thing both the friends couldn't agree upon. But right now it felt there was more than smoking they both couldn't agree upon.

"You know what is wrong with you, Yahya?"

Yahya didn't even grunt in response.

"You are an emotional fool. Always have been."

"I just care for my family which I don't think is a bad thing."

"You should've thought about it before getting into this business. I'm tired of this shit fest now. We came to know your grandson is out there planning our destruction, instead of dealing with him our way, you staged a full fledged death for him just to save him and our necks. I accepted it. But what has followed after that should be enough to tell us what a massive mistake it was to let Zaviyar alive. Everyday I'm hearing a new thing; a new problem is raising its head at us every moment. We've gathered more enemies that we can count. Do you know whose fault all this is? Yours, Yahya! Just yours!"

"Everything was under control, Honadir. If you ask me nothing's lost yet as well. You are just overreacting."

"Oh, stop with this nonchalance of yours! Bukhari knows everything."

"He just has suspicion."

"Then where are the proofs Zaviyar was collecting against you? And that right hand man of yours proved out to be such a disappointment! Blurting the whole thing in front of a hooker? Pathetic."

Knowing Honadir's history with this line of profession Yahya knew why he was so pissed but he kept the comments to himself. Right now Honadir was raging and this was not the time to bring any such thing.

"Our men are looking for the clues Zaviyar had collected."

"Those are with Bukhari, I'm pretty sure about it."

"Not possible, Honadir!"

"My sources say it is. Khalid has some solid information. Getting Bukhari out of the way is important."

The vein in Yahya's forehead popped. Honadir was keeping him out of the loop blaming him for everything that had gone wrong up until now. The kind of risks Yahya had taken, it was only fitting that there'd be some loopholes. He was sure he'd come over everything sooner but Honadir had jumped in complicating this mess some more.

"And you didn't bother telling me?"

"Why? So you'd come up with another solution like you came with Zaviyar's?"

Yahya took a step forward but Honadir placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Look at me, Yahya. Do I look like I'm your enemy at the moment? It's okay to be not enough, having no control. We are a team for a reason. You always take care of things on the surface while I go and dig deeper. It was my mistake to give you the full task of everything. But right now we are back to what we do best. You will handle everything and keep on the normal façade for the people while I go deep and finish all the threats we have at the moment. Bukhari is our biggest concern and I've kind of taken care of him. There were two men that hooker was working with. Few of our men are working on chasing them. The elections are near. You've got your hands already full. Keep your focus on that."

It was a clear attempt of keeping his away, Yahya was no fool to not realize this. Honadir was taking things in his hands and it was no news that Honadir's brutality had no match. He never let anything come between his enemy and him, no emotional attachments, nothing whatsoever.

"Also, it's been long. Prepare your grandson's ticket to abroad. His and Pakistan's business is almost over. He's dead here after all."

Yahya could see it all panning out in front of him. Honadir Sahni hadn't come to play.

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Ye des hai andhe logon ka

Aye chand yahan na nikla kar

This country is of blind people

O Moon, don't come here

Harram paced the length of her room agitate. Hamail's call in the evening about Sheraz's death had shaken her. She had gotten his text that Muskan was safe and with Meeral and him but Harram still couldn't shake off the worry from her mind.

Sheraz's murder was hinting at Yahya Duraid and Co knowing he had been compromised. They had gotten to know what blunder Sheraz had committed and that proved to be the reason for his downfall.

If they could know Sheraz's mistake and come after Muskan then coming to know Hamail and Waleed's involvement wouldn't be that difficult. The enemy was no longer ignorant. They were now alerted and this wasn't going to end well for any of them.

Harram wanted to tell Aalee about what she had come to know about Palwisha but now she had thought against it. Right now any new involvement in this mess would only prove more life were in danger. She didn't need that. She wanted to talk to Colonel Bukhari to know what he thought should be there next move. There was a secretive silence from the man and he wasn't in contact with any of them now. Harram needed to know what was happening at his end.

And then there was Zaviyar who was still nowhere to be found. Even after coming to know so much, unveiling so many secrets of this family she still wasn't even aware of where her husband was. Where was he taken? This whole world is so vast and they didn't know if Zaviyar was inside of Pakistan or not.

Dropping herself on the bed, Harram held her head in her palms. Even after so many struggles it still felt she was moving in a loop, in and out, up and around but never quite there. Always close but never beside.

She massaged her forehead where a headache was announcing its arrival. She needed sleep. She needed to forget the mess this whole situation was looking at the moment and right but even sleep evaded her now. It was just her and her worries, her fears, in a hurdle, trying to come out as a winner.

She caressed her now fully visible bump and instead of hitting the bed, got up to pray for the wellbeing of her husband and the trails to end.

As she sat down on the prayer mat doing after Salah wazaif, she just asked for peace from her Allah. The peaceful comeback of her husband. She was tired of getting things done without him, tired of this whole game Yahya Duraid was playing. She just wanted this to end now.

As Harram folded the prayer mat aside, her phone pinged indicating an incoming text. She picked it up from the side table. It was from an unknown number.

"Meet me in my office right away. Bukhari."

Harram read the text twice making sure she wasn't making things up. She looked at the clock. It was almost 9 PM. Not that late. Zara was out in the kitchen and will surely won't let Harram get out of the house at this hour. Harram had to think of something. If Colonel had called her like this, there'd surely be something important. Pulling her Chadar over her, Harram picked up her purse and making sure Zara was not in the lounge, tip toed through it.

Zara was in the midst of taking of the veggies from the stove when she heard the familiar sound of a car engine.

Harram's car!

With an angry scowl set on her face, Zara came out side. There was nothing. Just the vestiges of the car smoke and the ever there picket fence.

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The aftermaths of the kiss were uneventful to say the least. Harram's walls were up once again and Zaviyar was still on the mercy of her silent treatment. But that didn't stop him from trying. He was doing anything to make it up to her and his efforts were surely hitting at the right place. That's why Harram had fled to her in laws because right now she was in no mood of forgiving him and having a change of heart.

Zaviyar had come straight to Duraid house from work. He was working on an important mission these days. Waleed was with him as usual but the party opposite them was a big name in the political world so they had to tread very cautiously.

After a draining day at work what Zaviyar needed was his wife close to him who could just throw her tantrums then and there and he'd be happy with that but she was not here so coming to Duraid house was the right choice. He found his mother and grandmother sitting in the lounge talking about some trivial thing he had no idea about. Both hid their smiles seeing him entering inside.

"Asslam Alaikum."

"Wa Alaikum Asslam. So first couple fight after marriage? And we can see who'll be doing the pacifying thingy."

"Ma!"

Harram was testing his patience that was enough ordeals already and then here his family was, making fun of him and enjoying this situation so much.

"She's at terrace by the way. Go talk to her."

He nodded and immediately started climbing the stairs lest he' should be a family joke soon. When he pushed opened the terrace door Harram was sitting on the wooden swing looking at the starry sky. Her long hair where the copper streaks where just fading as she hadn't renewed them and those soulful eyes of hers searching something up there among the starts, Zaviyar felt enchanted and at loss of words.

He took slow steps and sat down on the raised step right in front of her. He couldn't dare sitting beside her. She was angry and the swing was fragile. May be but it made a good excuse.

Few minutes passed with him just staring at her. She tried ignoring it but when he tried coming forward she had snapped.

"Stay away or I'll poke your eye!"

"I'm not doing anything just looking at my wife. So keep on doing your work and I'm doing mine."

The way he had said these words, specially his slight emphasis on "my wife" Harram wouldn't ever be able to describe the feeling in mere words; it was something so deep, uncoiling so much within her. She had started praising her self-control now or else how would she resist his attempts when he'd behave like she's the most important person in his life right now. She didn't want things to get to normal just now. No matter he was trying but the pain given by him was also year's long. The longing had become a part of herself and now she just couldn't give in just like this.

The bickering or lack thereof could go on for more but Khadija had called them downstairs for the dinner. The dinner was another tale of awkward glances and uneasy coughing. The family wasn't unaware of the feud going on between them and now they were teasing them about it saying women often get angry when their husbands don't love them but here Mrs. Harram Zaviyar Ali was running away from her husband because he was in love with her, had always been.

Zaviyar wanted to take her back home as soon as the dinner had gotten over but Abu had stopped him stating he needed his advice on something. Yahya Duraid had a habit of involving both his grandsons in the business related talks. This was Hamail's field of study and he'd understand almost all of it no matter halfheartedly but pulling Zaviyar in didn't make any sense but here Yahya's argue was that one day Zaviyar had to retire from the army and then he'd come back to family business only so this would come handy to him them. Zaviyar had never told him he'd never come to business. His wife was enough a businesswoman in the house.

When the discussion got over and he came outside after bidding his goodnights to his family, he was shocked to see his car gone. The guard with a grin told him that Harram had taken his car.

"Shit!"

Zaviyar swore loudly. He should've seen this coming. His forehead was throbbing into pain. This wasn't good. His intuition was telling him.

Waleed's call had proven his suspicion right.

"Where are you?"

Zaviyar sighed.

"I'm at Duraid House."

"Then why the hell your car is on the road?"

"Harram has taken it. Why?"

"They are after your car and obviously they are mistaking her as you."

The whole world tumbled at his axis for Zaviyar. He knew whom Waleed meant by "They". This was so wrong and he needed to reach out to Harram. That angry fool was going to get hurt in a situation which didn't concern her at all.

Only he knew who he had reached the side where now his car was parked to the roadside. There were no visible signs of any firing on it. His team had come into action sooner so the enemy hadn't gotten any chance to do anything nasty. Zaviyar sent a silent prayer full of gratitude above and looked around. Away from the officers and all the chaos Harram was standing with her face contorted in an expression of panic and dread. Zaviyar felt someone had pierced his heart with a thousand needles. She was looking so alone and so frightened. She didn't deserve this.

"Harram."

He called her name. She immediately looked to his side. He didn't wait anymore and crossing the distance between them held her by her arms into a comforting hug. Her response told him she needed this only. The way her hands clutched onto his shirt and the way her breathing and racing heart was calming slowly.

"Are you hurt?"

He asked looking for any visible signs of any injury but she was perfectly okay physically.

"The officers had come right after those people started chasing me so they got the situation under control."

Zaviyar nodded slowly caressing her hands. It was soothing and Harram needed soothing the most at the moment. The feeling of déjà vu was also knocking at doors of their hearts. The memory not long ago when she had clung to him the same way in the hotel lobby. That time he had come as a soldier. This time around he had rushed here as a husband. That time she was on the verge of forgetting him. This time she could remember nothing but him.

Zaviyar talked to his team settling things. Harram didn't pay any attention to it. She was walking somewhere in the memory lanes and comparing the past with present. The lost and the found. All in all.

He had made her sit inside the car and soon drove off towards their house. Upon reaching there he had straight went to their room with her in his arms. Harram had tried getting there on her own but he didn't let her. This care was pouring out of that night outside of the hotel as well but that time he had no right and now every right was his only.

He made her lean against the pillows and making sure she didn't need anything, made his way towards the open window at the side of the room. Harram could feel his conflict right now. She gathered herself and coming behind him holding him from his shoulders.

"This is the life I didn't want for you, Harram. This is what I was afraid of. You say I gave up on you so soon? May be you are right but I'd always prefer seeing you all right from afar than having you all battered but close. My love has never taught me selfishness, Harram. Seeing you all okay is the only thing I pray for every day. You are a part of this life of mine now but I'll do everything to protect you from its cons. The pros are also here but the cons can cost someone their life. I'd never let that happen. No!"

She had always seen this man closed off in his own shell. But seeing him so expressive and so vulnerable with his emotions, Harram felt a tear getting lost somewhere on the ground from her eye. How innocent his definition of love was, having her safe and sound, no matter away or close. She turned him towards her and slowly, standing on her tip toes kissed both his eyes slowly. Wounding her arms around his neck she rested her nose at the bridge of his nose and cheek junction. He wound his arms around her waist. Both said nothing after that. Just let the silence do all the talking.

Mohabbat kay andaz juda hotay hain

Kisi ne toot kay chaha aur koi chah kar toot gya

The ways of love are different

Some love to bits, some break into bits while loving

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When Harram arrived at Bukhari's office, she found him frantically looking through his stuff.

"Colonel, sir?"

Harram called him resulting him to whip his head towards her.

"Oh, thank god!"

She stood close to his desk when he handed her Zaviyar's file, heavier than before.

"Keep it secured, Harram. I don't have much time left so I'm handing this to you. It has been updated with additional information which will come handy in our fight against Yahya Duraid and Co. Also few of my men from intelligence are so close to getting Zaviyar's whereabouts. They would contact you or Waleed as soon as they get their hands on anything."

"That's all okay but what's wrong Colonel? Are you okay?"

Bukhari smiled bitterly and stood straight. His silvery grey hair were telling the tales of his experience serving the armed forces.

"I'm gong down but I'm glad it wasn't without a fight."

"Wha..."

The words got died in Harram's through when the door to the cabin banged with force. Bukhari immediately pushed her towards the curtain where she came face to face an open flap enough for one person to get into. She passed through it and now she was at the backside of Colonel Bukhari's room. Her eyes peeked through the opening and she could see few army personnel taking him away.

Bukhari had gone down. Which means Yahya Duraid and his men have reached the part of the tale where Bukhari's involvement was clear as crystal. Handing her over the file and telling her about the intelligence, Harram now could tell why Bukhari had called her here at such a short notice. This was full-fledged war now and Harram didn't know if they were prepared for it.

Clutching the file close to her chest, Harram started walking towards the entrance of the building. Her silhouette was getting lost in the darkness of eyes but unknown to her a pair of hawk like eyes had caught her.

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Honadir Sahni's eyes were checking every detail brought to him in close inspection. Since the time he had come back to Pakistan he was working continuously. The mess Yahya had made of their whole empire was not easy to get back to. Because of his incompetence, they had lost so much. Then it was only Zaviyar Ali and now they didn't know how many people knew about their dirty laundry. Though Sahni's name hadn't come anywhere as of yet but he was cautious man who believed in beheading the problem before it has raised its head.

And now looking at the evidences his trusted men have brought to him he could see who had started it all. Who was behind the very first streak of uproar.

Tracing the picture of Harram Obaid outside of GHQ, Honadir Sahni laughed like a manic.

It was time for the beheading.

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The night hue took the compound it its embrace. The silence was an indication everyone was asleep. The guards outside of Ghiyas's room were fully attentive towards the person sleeping inside on the bed to the window. They were so busy in guarding the hostage Zaviyar Ali that they totally forgot about the woman who hadn't come out of the kitchen to go to her small room adjacent to it.

Palwisha draped the cloth around her mouth and looked at the things she had gotten her hands on.

Matchbox

Oil can.

She peeked outside at the silent ambiance and holding both the things behind the long corner of the cloth came outside. Her feet scraping against the soil weren't making much of a noise. Her destination was the front door where there was only one man tonight on guard. After discussing the plan in the evening, Zaviyar and her were spotted by Abdul and him being the loyal servant had told Ghiyas. As a consequence, the security of Zaviyar's room had been increased with him literally locked inside. Ghiyas had given Zaviyar a long lecture as well telling him how all this was going to land him in such a bad situation soon. This was had blared the alarm that may be they were relocating Zaviyar and before they did it, Palwish needed to act on the plan. So here she was. The increase in watchful eyes at Zaviyar had given her an edge here. She just had to distract one man on the main gate. Then she'd be good to go. She didn't have much idea about the Gardezi repository but she wanted to try her luck here.

She was at few step distance from the man when she picked up a strong pebble from the side and threw it at the opposite site from the man. He had alerted immediately and almost ran towards the noise. Palwisha saw his retreating back and in a moment she was out of the unguarded gate.

Passing the jagged paths covered with grass and bushes she was finding it hard to know where she was going but her experience here was coming in handy. The path was getting cleared of the grass and after five more minutes she knew she was close to the Gardezi compound.

The building had come into her view soon after and unlike Ghiyas's place back then, this area was illuminated with some light hanging from an old worn out shade. The orange hue around the house was enough to guide someone which was the front and back side. Palwisha looked around for any guards and found two of them at the front. Too bad front wasn't her destination. She started walking along the perimeter of the house and this lead her to the backside.

There was a repository quite isolated from the whole building. There were no guards in sight and it surprised Palwisha a bit. But these areas were not easy for someone to breach. The following bloodshed was not something everyone could afford but since she was here to ensure that only so there was this setting just to make it easy for her.

The old rusted lock on the small door was a nuisance Palwisha wasn't prepared for but when there's will there's way and her way got cleared when she felt many small pebbles thrown aside. Being careful of not making much noise she had started hitting the rusted metal with the heavy stone. The voice was echoing in the night stillness but the guards were busy in their own talks to kill the time that they hadn't noticed.

The lock got divided into its two halves soon. A smile broke out of Palwisha's face.

The guards had also noticed something unusual but it was too late. When they reach at the back of the house, the repository was on fire and almost half the supplies inside were burnt to ashes. Their fear stricken faces had contorted into an expression of fury seeing the trademark sigil of Ghiya's tribe close to a can of oil and a matchbox.

Exactly after fifteen minutes Zaviyar Ali had smirked seeing Ghiyas Lala getting up with a start from his deep slumber.

The voices of chaos and clamor were like music to Zaviyar's ears.

His ticket out was finally in his hands.

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Honadir enjoyed the changing expressions on Yahya's face.

"Harram?"

He asked all bewildered making Honadir roll his eyes.

"I had my doubts but now it's clear right in front of you. It's the girl. It has always been the girl."

He pointed towards not many but still enough evidences proving Harram's involvement in this for long. Everything was making sense for Yahya now. How the car keys were prove of no importance? They had gotten them through Harram. Her trips to Pindi and back and refusing to stay at home. Her inquiring about the basement which he had come to know from Safina. Her sudden hostility towards him. And her insistence of meeting with Bukhari which he had gotten an idea about after she had actually met him.

Yahya pushed the file aside with clench jaws.

"The girl is out of her house, travelling back from Pindi. She's just visited Bukhari again and I can bet she has something which we need."

Yahya looked up at Honadir. The hard and indifferent exterior was on. He had taken a risk for Zaviyar because he was his blood and he'd still do anything to protect him. But Harram? Right now she was just a nuisance who knew more than she should.

"It should look like an accident."

Honadir laughed manically.

"No promises pal."

Both hadn't realized that Ismail who was up until in the background like an obedient subordinate, flinched at Yahya's verdict. His hands shook and the weight of what was going to happen almost crushed him. Excusing himself he left the room and stood in the hallway taking deep drags of air.

Harram's face was flashing in front of him. When it was about Zaviyar he wasn't that worried. Zaviyar was just getting away from his life but he was safe and sound. But now? A voice was knocking at Ismail's mind. He wanted to tune it out but couldn't. He needed to get out of here before he did something he'd be punished for.

But like bad has a way of making its pace in your heart so has the good. Ismail's conscience had won a battle.

Harram was close to the road leading to Zara's residence when her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID she was shocked.

"Chachu?"

"Harram, get away from your car. Your life is in danger. In just few minutes there is going to be an attack on you. I repeat leave your car and just get away from the scene."

Harram looked at the now cut call on the screen and that's when she had felt it. The dread of something about to happening.

And she wasn't wrong. After 10 minutes few bikers had opened fire at the car standing to the pavement. The bullets had made hole in every nook and corner.

The still air of Islamabad had roared with noise.

And the smell of doom was permeating in the air.