Main to jaisa bhi hu khush waqt hu

Kaisi hai tumhari dunya

Tum ne jis daon teeta hai

Issi baazi mein hari duniya

(No matter what I'm contented with my time

What about your world

The cost you paid to conquer it

Lost it in the same move)

The air around Duraid house mimicked that of a ruin. Or it gave the vibe of a graveyard, buried where was the happiness this house used to get illuminated with, the laughter which echoed inside it, the pleasant hustle of love and warmth. The immersed in dark ambiance was whispering of what it was, without any evidence of how true the claim was.

Zaviyar closed his car door looking straight ahead. The watchman hadn't tried stopping him. He wasn't used to doing this for the family members. No matter there was no family left.

Passing the lawns, Zaviyar stood at the entrance. The door was opened. No matter it had closed for him the moment he was pushed in the basement in an unconscious state. The ghosts of his happy life in this house were dancing around him. Vivid yet intangible. Zaviyar blinked and dragged his vision on top of the stairs where Yahya Duraid was standing. He had been informed of Zaviyar's arrival.

Zaviyar took determined steps towards him. He stopped on the foot of the last step on wanting to go any further. This was the limit he had put on himself. This wasn't his house anymore. He wasn't here to reminisce about old memories. He was a stranger here and strangers don't wander around freely.

"I'm surprised. After turning this house to what it is today, what are you even doing here?"

Zaviyar ignored his mocking tone. He stared at the profile of his grandfather. This face had been closest to what he had as a father. Abu. Someone who was both a grandfather and a father to him. That's what Zaviyar had always called him. But how insignificant the word meant now.

"Honadir Sahni. The mastermind. The brain behind your little oldie gang. Am I right?"

Zaviyar pushed the photograph in Yahya's feet. To say Yahya was shocked would be an understatement. Honadir was supposed to never come in Zaviyar's notice. How did this happen?

"Don't think too much. You also got exposed, what were the chances Honadir Sahni wasn't going to?"

He raked a hand through his hair. Even after discovering something so important, Zaviyar wasn't looking one bit smug, instead he was conflicted, pained even.

He looked at Yahya Duraid's still shocked form with bloodshed eyes.

"Do you remember my father, Mr. Duraid?"

Yahya's expressions had hardened.

"I'm just making sure because you are pretty good at forgetting your blood relations."

"Don't school me on relations, Zaviyar!"

"I don't have to. You've established they mean nothing to you."

Zaviyar's eyes were stinging. The blurry image of his father was swirling before him. The few memories he could count on his fingers. Everything was snatched from him and his parents twenty five years back.

"Do you know Baba's accident was plotted? He was murdered!"

Silence. Deep. Unbreakable. Cutting through flesh silence.

"Murdered because he knew about you and your partners' deeds."

Yahya's feet staggered for the first time since this ordeal had started.

"When I was told about this possibility, my first guess was frankly you. I have every reason to doubt you. But then I thought no, I was the nobody in your life dictionary. My father was your own flesh. You couldn't do this to him. Maybe. Want to know who was behind it?"

Yahya's ears were ringing. He wasn't going to like what Zaviyar was here to tell him. It had the power of changing what Duraid had believed all his life.

"Honadir Sahni. Your trusted partner in crime."

There was a moment of stillness. A moment containing eons within it.

"No! No! It can't be possible. You are bluffing."

Yahya's broken whisper was just an echo.

"Yeah, possibility is far beyond this. You people can surpass every limit just to save your necks. But it is true, Mr. Duraid. Your pal killed your own son."

Yahya turned away from Zaviyar. Zaigham's face was the only thing he could think of. His son. His flesh. The one he'd always regret losing.

"How does it feel, Abu? Losing the person you loved so much on the hands of someone you trusted so much? You were out there burning lives, turning them to ashes and that same fire caught up to your own house. I lost my father. My mother lost her husband just because of you! If you get time out of your busy schedule, sit down and contemplate, what did you lose and what have you won so far. Because from where I'm standing in this empty kingdom of yours, I can see you've only lost. Nothing won. Nothing even remained. Not even echoes."

Leaving his grandfather to his misery, Zaviyar took long strides to get away from there. He couldn't stand it. The ball of tears was lodged into his throat. He wiped a tear harshly as he walked out of Duraid House.

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Waleed looked around the tensed faces of everyone and sighed. He had just finished telling them what had happened back at Resham Bai's place. He had to. He couldn't just straight out lie to them about something of this magnitude. Khadija had become so lost one might think she was under shock. Zara worriedly made her get up and went to her room so that she could lie down and relax a bit. The remaining people in the lounge were not meeting each others' eyes.

Harram held the sofa arm trying to give herself some support. She didn't have to guess how devastating this piece of news would've been for Zaviyar. His father was also subjected to a fate he didn't deserve. He was alone out there and Harram felt sweat pouring out of her palms. She picked up her phone from the side table and hurriedly dialed his number.

No answer.

She got up worriedly, making everyone alert.

"Why isn't he back yet?"

Her panicking voice echoed in the room. She wanted to be close to Zaviyar right now. He didn't deserve this agony.

"Harram, you need to calm down! You are going to get sick!"

Meeral patted her arm but Harram looked so worried and in pain. The thought of Zaviyar alone out there when he had just got to know such a fact wasn't setting well with her. What if! What if he had been captured again? Would she lose him once more?

A shooting pain through her midriff announced the arrival of cramps. Harram held onto Meeral and Sohaira but her hands were still fiddling with her phone.

"It's getting worse. Harram! Relax!"

Sohaira tried sounding calm but she couldn't. She exchanged a worried look with Hamail.

"Harram, I go and look for Zaviyar but be assured he isn't doing anything irrational. I will be safe."

He was sure about his friend's rational approach. The problem was and would always be the irrational and brutal enemy.

"We need to get her to the Doctor's!"

Hamail announced looking at her. Harram just shook her head.

"Call him, please. Make sure he's okay!"

Hamail felt so helpless. What had these two done to deserve this fate? It was plain injustice.

"He'll be fine, Harram. Trust me on this. It's you who need to be taken to the hospital. Come on!"

She wanted to refuse but her cramps were getting worse. She held her stomach trying to ease out the discomfort. Tension was taking a toll on her. And to have this sorted, she needed Zaviyar close.

Hamail was waiting for her while dialing Zaviyar's number continuously. Waleed had gone looking for him. They all had faith in Zaviyar to not do anything in rage but deep down they all were scared. He was alone and when last time he went alone, he had died for the world around him. His phone was still unreachable. Usually he wasn't someone to shut people out when stressed but even the sanest of minds need some time alone to think straight.

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The cigar smoke was permeating in the air of Sahni Mansion. Honadir Sahni scowled at his phone where he was waiting for an important text. His mind was working in full force and whenever this happened, someone had to pay heavily.

The pinging of his phone had him scrambling to open the full text. As he read on, the scowl on his face was getting morphed into a smile. He pocketed his phone, put on his favourite hat not caring for the heat outside and made his way towards the parking of the house. He had things to deal with, games to play and cries to hear. Oh how he loved being in control. He wasn't going down. Never.

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The sound of pressure cuff startled Harram. The doctor was looking down at her who was sitting on the stretcher.

"The blood pressure had shot up. The cramps are due to the strain you are taking. I was very happy about the progress but it seems like we are back to square one."

She pushed the barrier and came out into her office where Hamail was already sitting. She explained the situation to Hamail. Thankfully nothing was serious but still the Doctor didn't look happy. Hamail sighed trying to tell her the reason but the shrill sound of his ringtone alerted both him and Harram. He gave Harram a look and went out to answer.

The few seconds he was out, Harram was clutching the arm of her chair with sweat drops visible on her forehead. She got up seeing Hamail entering inside.

"Bhai came just five minutes back. He's fine. He's fine, Harram!"

She left a breath she was holding and sent a silent prayer of gratitude above. Her dread was leaving her in waves. She was feeling light and somewhat normal. Zaviyar had come back this time around. He was safe and he was close.

They were inside the car on the way back to home when Harram's phone had lit up with Zaviyar's name. She picked it up with trembling hands while Hamail concentrated on the road ahead.

"Harram? Are you okay?"

Harram smiled through her tears. She was now.

"I'm."

"I was just coming back, Harram. Why did you panic like this?"

She tried saying something but her voice was muffled by the sobs she was stifling.

"I'm coming to the hospital!"

"No, no. We are already on our way back. Don't fret, Zaviyar. And I'm okay now. I just got reminded of the whole situation from a few months back and that kind of sent me spiraling down. But I'm feeling better. I promise."

Only hearing his voice was enough to make her feel like she had never seen a dull day. The call ended in a few more seconds. They were only minutes away from home anyway.

Hamail glanced at her peaceful form and then looked away.

"You need to take care of yourself more, Harram."

"I try. The circumstances sure don't want me to. I can't keep on relaxing when Zaviyar's out there fighting so many battles. He doesn't deserve this, Hamail."

"Neither do you. You both need just happiness and respite from this fucked up family."

Hamail was surely fed up of the lies and hidden truths this family was built on. He hated being related to the Duraid clan. What was there left to happen? Kidnap, lies, false situations and now murder.

"Hamail!"

Harram's alarmed voice took him out of his musings. He raised an eyebrow at her who gestured to him to look out. Hamail turned to the side and focusing for some time cleared his confusion.

"We're being followed."

Hamail left a tensed breath to calm himself. He couldn't lose his sanity right now. His very much pregnant sister in law who happened to be his best friend as well was his responsibility at this point. He couldn't mess this up. For a few seconds, he kept on driving on the same road. He couldn't move into the streets. The night was getting darker and the traffic was low. Crowd was their only way of ensuring their safety. Those people couldn't risk an attack with so many witnesses.

Harram held her securely keeping an eye on the cars behind them. Three. Too many. Her gut feeling wasn't indicating something good. She picked up her phone where Zaviyar was calling once again.

"I'm informing him."

"Yeah, do this because these guys are getting desperate!"

Hamail grunted turning the steering. The previous strategy wasn't working. It was slowing them down giving those fuckers the time to catch up.

"Zaviyar!"

Harram breathed his name as soon as the call was connected.

"Harram, What's taking you guys so long? You should've been here by now."

"Listen to me! We are being followed and..."

She hadn't gotten a chance to complete her sentence. The car had abruptly come to a halt. Harram thanked her stars that her seat belt was secured or else she'd be badly hurt now. She looked at Hamail who was both relieved and panicked. Relieved for not getting into a deadly collision and panicked for the cars had stopped around them.

"Harram? Harram! What's happened?"

Zaviyar's voice was coming from the still connected phone. Harram pushed it to her side where it was hidden but the call was still on. The men had come out of their vehicles. Hamail tried moving the steering but they were trapped. One of the cars was right in front of them, the reason for their stopping.

Honadir Sahni had emerged. They were recreating a scene from a crime flick on this road of the capital. A man had come forward and bashed the gun to Hamail's head who was still trying to move away from here somehow. A shriek left Harram's mouth. There was no chance this hadn't gotten to Zaviyar who still hadn't cut the call. Harram's mindfulness had come in handy once again. Zaviyar was already on the move.

Hamail was unconscious now. His forehead was bleeding. Harram looked around helplessly. The man now opened her side of the door.

"Leave me! Let me go!"

She shouted trying her best to resist. Zaviyar's force on the steering had increased. His mind was on alert but the shivering of his hands was telling how affected he was.

The man smiled wickedly and holding her firmly, bent down to her seat. Harram felt her heart in her throat. NO! He pulled out her phone and grinning, threw it on the brick close by causing it to split into two pieces.

The connection was lost. Disbelief was coursing through Harram as she was pulled away from the car. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. She was being hauled into a car. She was being kidnapped.

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Panic. An emotion Zaviyar hadn't felt much in his life. Not even when he was being erased from the world and being called dead. Not even when he had his whole world tumbled from its axis. But what he felt now was just that. Panic. In waves. In abundance. There were no doubts or second guessing about the obvious. Harram had been kidnapped. The call had disconnected in such a way that he was sure those people knew what Harram was trying to do. His knuckles turned white with the force of his grip on the steering. Waleed had alerted his team and they were looking for Hamail's car in the areas near the hospital. All this had happened so fast that Zaviyar felt it was just a nightmare. His heart was racing. The usual calm exterior was slipping off. He was on the verge of losing his sanity and it showed from his face. The reverberation of Harram's abduction was ringing in his ears and he did nothing to stop them.

He was angry at himself the most. There was no need to wander around the city when his family was going out of their minds worrying for him. He was just getting back from Duraid house thinking all the way how to trap Honadir Sahni now, as the man deserved every punishment the world had to offer. He got lost track of time and those few minutes, his world turned upside down.

Harram should've been at home. But she wasn't. She was out there in the clutches of the enemy god knows in what condition. A chill swept through Zaviyar. Possibilities of various scenarios were playing in his head. He was trying his best to brush those off but all was in vain.

His heart and lips were continuously praying for her safety. She had already faced so much. She didn't deserve this. His family and their messed up state shouldn't involve Harram like this. She shouldn't get this just because she loved him unconditionally and was a part of his life.

Waleed's call had pulled Zaviyar out of his thoughts.

"Hamail's car had been found."

Finally!

"How's he?"

Zaviyar asked, reversing the car to put it on the road instructed by Waleed.

"Not that bad. No major injuries but they knocked him out cold though."

"Because they wanted to take Harram."

Waleed didn't know how to sympathize with him. Harram's condition had ensued, panic among them all that no one took notice of the lack of precautions. The repercussions were in front of them now. The graph of problems was only going up and up.

"She'll be fine."

"Oh she'll be. Or else I'll destroy both Honadir and Yahya no matter if it turns me into ashes."

He vowed, cutting the call.

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Darkness in itself isn't scary. The fear of not seeing makes it so. Not knowing what's coming for you, what will get you to the pit of darkness and you are not prepared.

The last thing Harram remembered seeing was the burly man coming towards her with a blindfold. What came next, she had no idea. She was hauled into the vehicle and it roared to life. Whole time, she was planted in her seat with her arms securely wound around her midriff. She was terrified. Nothing could justify the fear she was feeling for herself and her baby.

The car stopped after what felt like an eternity. Harram's senses were on high alert. She felt her arms being held firmly to pull her out. She tried praying it away but her every struggle was turning into nothingness. The men made her walk by holding her and pushing her in the direction. She heard a door opening and then she was made to sit in a chair. Her hands were tied on the sides and the blindfold had been taken off.

The first thing her eyes registered was the interior of the room she was in. Scattered furniture and dim lighting. It was nothing short of a dungeon. Her eyes roamed around and finally zeroed on the man sitting in front of her as if he had all the free time in the world.

"This is our first proper introduction if I'm not wrong."

"Don't fret. Your deeds make for a nice portfolio. No need for an introduction."

Honadir laughed wholeheartedly. He had enjoyed her biting remark.

"We can move on to the more important matters then."

He got up and stood close to where she was tied to the chair. Harram leaned some more into it. The open window let the fresh air inside but it did nothing to calm her.

"I've always been against Yahya's approach of dealing with your husband. Too risky. But contrary to what you all think, Yahya cares for his family. He tried everything to save his grandson from the fate we give to the people who get in our way, still your husband is creating problems. Ungrateful!"

Harram looked away scoffing. She wasn't in a position to say much. Using her sharp tongue would cause problems.

"But now that I have to use his way I can see the pros. Keeping someone hostage, someone who means the world to your enemy. It can bring anyone to their knees. I'm going to use you to blackmail your husband. There's no plan of harming you....yet."

His eyes gleamed with malice.

"If he fails to cooperate with us, there can be problems."

Harram could see what awaited them. A very nasty ordeal which wouldn't end well. Honadir Sahni gave her a mocking salute and left the room. Harram rested her head at the back of the chair. She had never felt this helpless all her life. Everything was at stake. Everything could be lost. She tried stopping her tears but it was the only thing she had a hold on. Everything else had turned into a mess.

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The bandaged head and unconscious state. It was the only definition to describe Hamail right now. Zaviyar stood outside of the hospital room looking at his brother's condition. Everything suggested he had tried putting up a fight but the enemy was bigger than that. They had collected everything from the spot but nothing seemed to be helpful. Where Harram was taken they had no clue. Zaviyar had felt his grandfather's shock when the murdered of Zaigham Ali had been disclosed to him. But what had happened now told Zaviyar his grandfather had no conscience. Even now he was saving his neck. Zaviyar didn't have to think who was involved here. Yahya Duraid was playing his favourite game.

"Did you get any leads on Harram?"

Meeral stood next to him wiping her eyes. When Harram and Hamail had left for the doctor's she had no clue this would happen.They all were in utter shock. Khadija and Zara were kept at home because it wasn't safe anymore for any of them to be out. Only Meeral succeeded in persuading them to take her to the hospital to see Hamail. Zaviyar understood her sentiments. He himself was going through the same. She could at least see Hamail. He wasn't that lucky.

"Not yet. We are looking."

"This should end now, Zaviyar. For how long you and Harram are going to pay the price of doing nothing? She was unwell! And now God knows where she is! Hamail is laying here like a corpse! You've lost a part of yourself fighting these people. Everyday is a struggle for you and Harram. I pray Yahya Duraid pays heavily for what he's making us all go through. Gull auntie and Sohaira are dying there with worry but they can't come and see Hamail! Such a mess! Such a mess!"

Zaviyar couldn't deny a word she was saying. It was true, the saturation point had come. Enough was enough. This all should end now. It was way more than they all could take. Way more than they all deserved. He left Meeral there without uttering a single word. Words wouldn't help. Actions would.

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"Our team is searching the areas closeby. All the places related to Yahya Duraid are also under our eye. Nothing's found yet. We need to dig deeper."

Waleed updated Zaviyar who was listening to every word with concentration. He didn't want to believe it but seemed like Yahya Duraid wasn't aware of what was happening. He had just been investigated by the authorities and the outcome was disappointing. Zaviyar was careful not letting the news reach the media. That would only complicate things further. Right now they were searching the entire city without any luck. Both Zaviyar and Waleed's contacts were coming in handy but the time was getting short and Zaviyar's patience was at its brink.

Waleed was moving the car to their next spot when Zaviyar's phone rang. It echoed in the silence like summons to hell. Blaring and piercing. Zaviyar quickly looked at the caller ID. Unknown but from Pindi only. He had a feeling this was the call which would define his next course of actions.

"Good evening, Major Zaviyar Ali. Finally! I get to talk to my favourite enemy till date. Big fan, sir."

The voice was unknown. Zaviyar's hold on the phone tightened.

"If you're still confused then let me introduce myself. Your wife denied me the chance. I love making introductions though. Honadir Sahni at your service."

Zaviyar felt his rage building in. This phone call meant nothing good.

"You know quite a lot about me so there's no need to elaborate who I'm and what I do. The important point is, your wife's sitting right in front of me. Tied. Tired and helpless. The only three states I prefer my enemies in."

There was shuffling on the line.

"Come on, Harram. It's your husband dearest."

No sound came. But the sudden cry of pain had Zaviyar's heart in a fist. He couldn't misunderstand this.

"A stubborn one, she is."

"Leave her out of this!"

Zaviyar bellowed through gritted teeth. There was a ticking in his head, like a time bomb. He could happily strangle someone at this point.

"I can't, son. She's my key to stop you from causing more harm. We haven't done anything to her yet. I can guarantee you. But for how long will this go on? Depends on you! Think about this second chance at life, Zaviyar. How lucky you have been. Think about your baby. That kid deserves some rest for heaven's sake. Be the intelligent man that you are."

The pause on the line suggested the call was over. But the next second the call of Adhan had sounded out of the phone.

"It's Isha time. I give you before Tahajjud to think it through. If tomorrow morning you withdraw your case, forget about whatever you've known all these months and start afresh as an unproblematic army officer who meddles in no one's business, you can come and get your wife. She will not be harmed. But if you decide to do otherwise, Well I'll tell you which ditch to dig to get her body. "

The line went blank after that ensuing silence. The one which is heavier than a rock thrown upon the top of a cliff. Waleed had listened to every word. He waited with baited breaths for Zaviyar to say something.

"Zaviyar.."

"How many mosques are there in Pindi and ICT?"

Waleed thought he had heard wrong.

"What?"

"We need the data of mosques in twin cities."

"You aren't making any sense, Zaviyar!"

"Didn't you hear the Adhan coming from the background? It seemed Honadir was sitting on a minaret. This is our clue! The place where he has kept Harram is somewhere close to a mosque."

"This isn't going to be easy!"

"We have time. We just need to be smart. It's my life which is at stake here, Waleed. My everything. I know what I'm doing."

"What if we fail?"

A dark look appeared on Zaviyar's face.

"Just pray we don't."

Waleed nodded. The clock was ticking. They needed the information as soon as possible. As he sent the text to the people in his team, his eyes went towards Zaviyar's form. A silent prayer of this working out had left his heart.

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The point in her arm where Honadir had assaulted her was stinging. She had refused to open her mouth. It was Honadir's tactic to make Zaviyar desperate. Harram hadn't acted according to what Sahni wanted so now she was paying the price. She couldn't even rub the bluish skin of her mid arm. Just looking at it and praying for the pain to subside was her only solace.

Few hours. In few hours their fate was going to be decided. Harram was praying in her heart for Zaviyar to find a way. She didn't want him to succumb to the will of this monster named Honadir Sahni. But odds weren't looking much in their favour.

After talking with Zaviyar the old scumbag had left her alone. Harram was relieved. She needed to breathe properly. The man's whole personality was suffocating. It was futile to think of escaping. Honadir's men had especially taken care of this. Guess they were being cautious after knowing how her husband had slipped right under their nose not too long back. The fight was leaving her. She was already not feeling well on top; this unexpected situation was testing her. She had tried acting smart, but her every attempt had gone to vain. Maybe this time around she wasn't getting lucky. But where she was losing hope of making it out of here alive, her faith in her husband was still intact. She knew he'd find her. She just prayed it wouldn't be too late when he would.

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"Keep an eye on her. She doesn't seem to be in a state to retaliate but be on alert. She's escaped situations like this before."

"Yes, sir!"

The men were attentive towards their boss. He wasn't forgiving when it came to mistakes, one thing that made him so feared that his men were used to completing their tasks to the t. This one was easy anyway. A pregnant woman. How far could she possibly fight?

"Sir, Yahya Duraid has called. He's coming here to meet you."

Another man came rushing inside the room. Honadir sighed.

"Let him come. He should also learn how to keep hostages."

In fact he was going to contact Yahya himself. This plan was made without consulting him and Khalid. Honadir didn't deem it important. The moment he was informed of Zaviyar being in Qasai Gali, he knew now things were directly related to him. So, here he was, safeguarding himself against all odds and he was almost there. What could possibly go wrong?

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The clock struck midnight. The people of the capital had gone to sleep, nothing out of the norm for them. The roads were deserted. The hills surrounding the city were as silent as sleeping giants. Another day had come to an end. The moon was still up at the horizon in its full glory. But this is the thing with the calm of this city. It is always covering for the chaos underneath.

A black vehicle was running smoothly on the deserted road. The speed indicated how at ease the owner was. His face was also giving nothing, an impassive mask thrown over.

The car entered an old locality. Moving through the lane, it stopped in front of an old construction side. The half built house was littered with bricks and cement. To the far end of the lane, the local mosque was almost empty. It was still time for Tahajjud prayer to start.

Getting out of the shiny car which boasted its owner's wealth, he stood in front of the house with a gaze which gave off nothing. The men inside had seen him from the window. The door was opened for him and he went inside silently.

Honadir was in the process of finishing his cigar. He had decided to stay here tonight. It was important to keep their hostage company so that she wouldn't try to escape. So far it was working. She was leaning into the chair with uncertainty on her face, a look Honadir found satisfying.

The sound of the footsteps had announced they weren't alone anymore. Honadir whipped around with a sinister smile gracing his face.

"I was waiting for you only."

He stood up welcoming his old pal but a sudden voice pierced through the silence and Honadir felt back staggering. The blood oozing from his leg was making a puddle where he was hunched. Harram was looking at the scene unfolding with wide eyes, this was something she hadn't hoped to see at all.

The gun was shaking in Yahya Duraid's hand. Honadir Sahni looked confused for a second but in an instant his cunning smile was back.

"Should've known, Your grandson filled you in, didn't he?"

"Why? Why did you betray me? Why did you kill my son?"

"He was being a nuisance, Yahya. Stop being dramatic. As if you wouldn't do the same!"

"I would never! He was my son!"

"I've heard that but your son was going to destroy us!"

"I could take care of him!"

"Like you tried taking care of your grandson. You are a pathetic caretaker, Yahya! You also know this."

Yahya's grip on his weapon hadn't loosened. Harram struggled to get out of the chair. The danger alarms were ringing in her head. This wasn't going to end well. Not for anyone.

"There's a reason I never let you plot. You think from your heart. Like you are doing right now. You got a good hit. Now leave the gun. That's enough of a show for our guest here."

He pointed towards Harram. There was no remorse in his stance. He was treating Yahya like an elder would pacify a kid. As he struggled to get to his feet, Yahya's face had gotten even darker.

"I should be worried that you'll kill me but it's you, Yahya. You need me on every point. You can't do without my help. I'm the mastermin...."

Two more shots echoed in the room followed by Harram's cry. Then there was silence. Complete unbreakable silence.

It happened just a few seconds later. The area had gotten surrounded with armed forces. They made sure the coast was clear. Without much resistance they had gotten inside.

Zaviyar's heart was thumping madly when he pushed the door of the room. It had taken him record time to track this place, but he did. The whole settlement was screaming that was it, and the parked car of Yahya Duraid had his suspicion right. They were slowly moving ahead when the sounds of bullets had startled him. What happened after that was still unclear.

Entering the room, the first person who came into his view was Harram. Her face was pale as a sheet. He quickly reached her side. Opening her ropes, he pulled her to his side. Her shivering form had clutched onto him while sobs were raking her body. Zaviyar's eyes were taking in the scene in front of him.

A lifeless Honadir Sahni was bent into a painful posture. Not too far, Yahya Duraid was being arrested by the authorities. His eyes were hollow. Zaviyar tried reading his expressions but Yahya Duraid looked up as a living corpse. Was it the moment or the look but as the men pushed Yahya away, Zaviyar could say this was over. Just like that. Over.