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Thriller The Search for Amairah(Completed)
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Not needed imo.The fact that Armaan kills this doctor dude, I've just implied it.
Do you think it would be better if I show Armaan killing him?
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I just absolutely hate this Qias guy. And am very happy he suffered a weak moment in front of Arman. Arman really know his way around this kind of situations and have taken control of it. Such a dumb shit this Qias guy is
Yes the update was short
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Update 9
Soon Fatima was brought in front of Qais and Armaan. She looked nervous, but remained calm.
“I told you to deal with this child,” Qais said showing her a picture of Amairah, “What did you do?”
“I buried her in the desert as I was ordered,” Fatima replied with her eyes downcast.
“You still have the audacity to lie to my face?” Qais asked with anger burning in his eyes.
“I speak the truth, Master,” Fatima said.
“I want her skinned alive,” Qais said to Rashid, “Show no mercy till she talks about where the child is.”
“I seriously doubt that would work in her case,” Armaan said, “I may have an alternate solution.”
Qais nodded at Armaan showing his willingness to listen to Armaan’s point of view.
“This woman here, she is tough,” Armaan said looking straight into Fatima’s eyes, “These kinda people won’t talk no matter how much you torture them. And if they die, they take valuable information with them.”
“So what do you suggest?” Qais asked.
“We’ll find someone she is interested it,” Armaan said calmly, “Someone innocent.”
Qais’s eyes growled with devilish pleasure at the thought of torturing Fatima’s loved one in front of her eyes.
“Take her to the dungeons,” Qais ordered, “She’s stay there till we find a way to make her talk.”
Fatima was chained and dragged away. She was taken to the dungeons and pushed inside a dark cell and the door slammed behind her. The cell was damp and cold. Fatima curled up and closed her eyes. The memory of the day Amairah was born flashed before her eyes.
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It was past midnight and it was raining heavily. Meera was lying on her bed, exhausted from the effort of childbirth, but the smile on her face was the most beautiful as Amairah fed at her breast. Fatima looked at the newborn child and smiled.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Fatima?” Meera said holding the baby to her bosom, “I’ve thought of a name for her, I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”
Fatima gently held the newborn girl and smiled. But soon her smile faded away. “She is beautiful, Meera,” Fatima said, “But I fear for what kind of future she is going to have here.”
Meera closed her eyes tightly as she realized the truth in Fatima’s words. Then she opened her eyes and spoke with determination, “I won’t let anyone hurt my baby, I’ll kill anyone who even tries.”
Fatima smiled weakly. She appreciated Meera’s courage, but she also knew that there wasn’t much she could do on her own. And then Amairah laughed playfully and opened here eyes. Fatima noticed the colour of her eyes and she suddenly became very apprehensive.
“Who child is this Meera?” she asked sternly, “Neither you, nor Qais has this kind of eye color.”
“She is my child Fatima,” Meera said looking into Fatima’s eyes, “That is all I have to say.”
“I was feared this girl’s future when she grows up, but now I fear…she’ll never grow up…” Fatima said gasping in fear.
Meera just glared at Fatima in anger.
“I am not your enemy, Meera,” Fatima said, “I genuinely care about you and this child. Pray that no one notices what I just did.”
Fatima nervously walked out of the room.
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A tear escaped Fatima’s eyes as she recalled the dark time. She just stared blankly at the walls of the cell she was locked in, awaiting her fate.
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Neil continued living at the psychiatric facility where Armaan had got him admitted. He remained calm most of the time, but in his heart was a raging storm. He missed his family every moment, he wanted to be with his children more than anything.
He called Aditi’s parents’s home, where his daughters currently lived. Every time an adult answered the phone, he hung up without speaking a word. After a few attempts, finally his younger daughter answered the phone.
“Hello?” Pihu said.
“Pihu, it’s me…daddy,” Neil spoke, his voice choking in emotion, “How have you been, girl, how is your sister? I miss you both so much…”
“Daddy…” Pihu said, “Why did you kill mom? Everyone says…that you are a bad guy, and that we shouldn’t be talking to you…”
Neil broke into tears. He could not speak further.
His elder daughter Anvi took the phone from Pihu’s hand and shouted angrily, “Why are you calling us now? You killed our mom, now you want to kill us too?”
“Anvi…I..” Neil struggled to speak, “I’ll never hurt you or your sister…I love you both very much…”
“You are a liar!” Anvi shouted, “You told mom that you loved her and still you killed her!”
The girls’ grandmother heard the girls shouting and walked into the room. She took the phone from Anvi’s hand and spoke sternly, “I think I made it very clear that you are not to make contact with the girls Neil. Stay away or I’ll file a restraining order. You may get away with Aditi’s murder with all the dirty money and contacts you may have all over the corrupt system, but I won’t let you hurt the girls, get it?”
“They are my daughters!” Neil shouted, “I have every right to talk to them, so fuck you and your restraining order.”
“You heard them just now, didn’t you?” she said, “Did they seem very interested in talking to you? I hope you got you answer, and you’ll stay out of our lives.”
She hung up the phone.
Neil broke down into tears. He realized he had lost his family forever.
He got a hold of himself and wiped his tears. He called up his lawyer. “I want to see you today,” he said with a determined voice.
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Next day, Armaan got a phone call from the psychiatric facility Neil was admitted in.
“This is Dr. Rhea from Blue hills Physhiatric facility,” a woman spoke over the phone, “This is regarding Mr. Neil Pereira. Since you got him admitted with us, it is your duty to inform you regarding this recent…mishappening.”
“Yes, doctor,” Armaan replied, “Is he OK?”
“We regret to infrom you that…he’s missing…” she said.
“What do you mean missing?” Armaan growled, “He was severely depressed and that is why he was admitted to your facility! It anything happens to him; I’ll fucking sue your institution!”
“Honestly Mr. Mathur,” the doctor said, “He was always very calm, and never really showed any signs of mental illness. We had kept him under observation but there was no reason for us to restrain him. Nevertheless, we have filed a report.”
“I don’t fucking care!” Amraan shouted, “Find him and he better be alright!”
“Yes, we will,” the doctor said, “Thank you for your time.”
Armaan hung up the phone looking visibly upset.
“Is something the matter?” Qais asked as he noticed that Armaan was upset.
“No, just some minor issues back home,” Armaan said trying to brush him off.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Qais said, “I really should have treated you better. Why don’t you stay with me, be my guest? I assure you my best hospitality.”
“Thanks, but I have my own stay arrangements,” Armaan said.
“No, I insist,” Qais said, “Let me make it up to you for being rude earlier.”
“Alright, if you insist” Armaan said with a formal smile.
Qais led Armaan to the most magnificent guestroom in his mansion.
“Enjoy your stay,” Qais said, “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate this,” Armaan said.
“You are welcome. You have brought me information no one else has till now. Soon we’ll hunt her down.” Qais said.
Armaan smiled and nodded in approval.
“Hey...would you like to take a look at my harem? You could pick anyone you want for the night,” Qais said.
Armaan smiled. “Sure,” he said.
Qais led him to his slave harems where numerous male and female slaves were naked and chained helplessly. The were all locked up in small cells like animals in a pair of two, with only a dirty mattress. As they walked across various cells, they crossed a cell where there was only one slave. Armaan observed the walls surrounding the empty spot and observed a small scribbling on the wall that read “Amairah.”
“Is this where Meera was kept?” Armaan asked.
“Yeah,” Qais said, “I’ve kept this spot empty coz I am going to capture her alive and drag her back here to where she belongs.”
There was another woman in the cell. She looked broken completely. Her body was weak and her gaze was empty.
“She was the one who created chaos the day Meera escaped,” Qais said, “We questioned her in every possible way, but she just wouldn’t talk. Honestly, she is of no use to me, and for once I thought I should kill her and be done with it. But then, I’m not a killer Armaan. I love to watch them suffer till their last breath.”
“I want this girl tonight,” Armaan said.
The slave didn’t even flinch. She was just lying in the corner of the cell staring blankly at a point in the air.
“This one?” Qais asked sounding surprised, “Seriously man, she is no better than a corpse. There are much newer prettier girls here, so full of life that you enjoy every moment of breaking them. Why don’t you…”
“I want this girl,” Armaan said firmly cutting him off.
“Alright,” Qais said, “I’ll have her prepared and sent to your room tonight.”
Qais walked Armaan back to his room. Armaan quickly scanned the room for any surveillance cameras or audio bugs. Once he was sure he’s not being watched or heard, he called Rashid and demanded details of this girl. Rashid obediently allowed him access to her file. Once Armaan had access to her details, he sent them to his local informer to dig out more information about this woman.
As the sun set over the sand dunes, a warm desert breeze swept over the arid land. Qais indeed showed Armaan his best hospitality. After the men enjoyed their dinner, the slave was brought to Armaan’s room in chains. He closed the door behind her.
He freed her of her heavy chains and led her to the couch and made her sit down. She moved like an inanimate object. Her gaze was downcast and she didn’t seem to have any emotions at all. She was naked, and cold as she shivered from the cold shower she had been given. Armaan wrapped a warm blanket round her, to cover up her nakedness and to warm her up. Zubeida didn’t expect such a warm gesture. Nevertheless, she felt better and held on to the blanket.
“I am not going to hurt you, Zubeida,” Armaan said, sitting down next to her.
Zubeida was surprised to hear someone call her by the name she had before she became a slave.
“Listen,” Armaan said gently cupping her face, “I need to talk to you. I need your help.”
Zubeida looked at him, and quickly lowered her gaze as she remembered her place.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Armaan said, “You can look into my eyes as we speak. Meera is in great danger. I really need to find her and her daughter before Qais does. You know what will happen if he finds her, don’t you?”
Zubeida’s eyes were now tearful. But she still didn’t speak.
“I know I am a total stranger and I don’t know how I can make you trust me,” Armaan said, “But I’m offering you a chance of freedom.”
Zubeida just wept silently. She obviously didn’t believe him.
“Here, have a look,” Armaan said showing her a picture of a little boy.
Zubeida looked at the picture. It was a picture of her son, Ayaan. She wailed and broke into tears. The last time she had seen him was 5 years ago when she was taken forcefully by loan sharks as her husband couldn’t repay the money, he owed them. The family tried to flee, but they were caught before they could get away. It was only after Zubeida begged on her knees for hours and accepted her fate to be a sex slave for the rest of her life, did they show some mercy and let her husband and son go.
When Armaan showed her the picture of her son, she broke down instantly. He had grown up in 5 years. She instantly craved to hold him, to be with him.
“Your husband and son have relocated,” Armaan said, “And are trying to live a normal life. They miss you. Your husband couldn’t forgive himself. He’s broken. People rarely see him smile. He needs you.”
Zubeida still didn’t dare to speak. She just held Ayaan’s picture to her heart and wept silently.
“I’m offering you a chance to reunite with your family,” Armaan said, “Perhaps this is the only chance of freedom that you’ll ever get.”
“Is this another cruel game?” Zubeida asked.
“It’s not a game,” Armaan said, “It’s a deal. Meera was a close friend of yours. Give me some useful information about her and I’ll give you your freedom.”
"I..." Zubeida hesitated, "Will you hurt my family if I have nothing useful to tell you?"
"No," Armaan said, "This is between you and me. I really don't want to hurt you or your family. Because...I know how that feels. You have until morning to decide, if you want trust me."
Soon Fatima was brought in front of Qais and Armaan. She looked nervous, but remained calm.
“I told you to deal with this child,” Qais said showing her a picture of Amairah, “What did you do?”
“I buried her in the desert as I was ordered,” Fatima replied with her eyes downcast.
“You still have the audacity to lie to my face?” Qais asked with anger burning in his eyes.
“I speak the truth, Master,” Fatima said.
“I want her skinned alive,” Qais said to Rashid, “Show no mercy till she talks about where the child is.”
“I seriously doubt that would work in her case,” Armaan said, “I may have an alternate solution.”
Qais nodded at Armaan showing his willingness to listen to Armaan’s point of view.
“This woman here, she is tough,” Armaan said looking straight into Fatima’s eyes, “These kinda people won’t talk no matter how much you torture them. And if they die, they take valuable information with them.”
“So what do you suggest?” Qais asked.
“We’ll find someone she is interested it,” Armaan said calmly, “Someone innocent.”
Qais’s eyes growled with devilish pleasure at the thought of torturing Fatima’s loved one in front of her eyes.
“Take her to the dungeons,” Qais ordered, “She’s stay there till we find a way to make her talk.”
Fatima was chained and dragged away. She was taken to the dungeons and pushed inside a dark cell and the door slammed behind her. The cell was damp and cold. Fatima curled up and closed her eyes. The memory of the day Amairah was born flashed before her eyes.
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It was past midnight and it was raining heavily. Meera was lying on her bed, exhausted from the effort of childbirth, but the smile on her face was the most beautiful as Amairah fed at her breast. Fatima looked at the newborn child and smiled.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Fatima?” Meera said holding the baby to her bosom, “I’ve thought of a name for her, I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”
Fatima gently held the newborn girl and smiled. But soon her smile faded away. “She is beautiful, Meera,” Fatima said, “But I fear for what kind of future she is going to have here.”
Meera closed her eyes tightly as she realized the truth in Fatima’s words. Then she opened her eyes and spoke with determination, “I won’t let anyone hurt my baby, I’ll kill anyone who even tries.”
Fatima smiled weakly. She appreciated Meera’s courage, but she also knew that there wasn’t much she could do on her own. And then Amairah laughed playfully and opened here eyes. Fatima noticed the colour of her eyes and she suddenly became very apprehensive.
“Who child is this Meera?” she asked sternly, “Neither you, nor Qais has this kind of eye color.”
“She is my child Fatima,” Meera said looking into Fatima’s eyes, “That is all I have to say.”
“I was feared this girl’s future when she grows up, but now I fear…she’ll never grow up…” Fatima said gasping in fear.
Meera just glared at Fatima in anger.
“I am not your enemy, Meera,” Fatima said, “I genuinely care about you and this child. Pray that no one notices what I just did.”
Fatima nervously walked out of the room.
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A tear escaped Fatima’s eyes as she recalled the dark time. She just stared blankly at the walls of the cell she was locked in, awaiting her fate.
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Neil continued living at the psychiatric facility where Armaan had got him admitted. He remained calm most of the time, but in his heart was a raging storm. He missed his family every moment, he wanted to be with his children more than anything.
He called Aditi’s parents’s home, where his daughters currently lived. Every time an adult answered the phone, he hung up without speaking a word. After a few attempts, finally his younger daughter answered the phone.
“Hello?” Pihu said.
“Pihu, it’s me…daddy,” Neil spoke, his voice choking in emotion, “How have you been, girl, how is your sister? I miss you both so much…”
“Daddy…” Pihu said, “Why did you kill mom? Everyone says…that you are a bad guy, and that we shouldn’t be talking to you…”
Neil broke into tears. He could not speak further.
His elder daughter Anvi took the phone from Pihu’s hand and shouted angrily, “Why are you calling us now? You killed our mom, now you want to kill us too?”
“Anvi…I..” Neil struggled to speak, “I’ll never hurt you or your sister…I love you both very much…”
“You are a liar!” Anvi shouted, “You told mom that you loved her and still you killed her!”
The girls’ grandmother heard the girls shouting and walked into the room. She took the phone from Anvi’s hand and spoke sternly, “I think I made it very clear that you are not to make contact with the girls Neil. Stay away or I’ll file a restraining order. You may get away with Aditi’s murder with all the dirty money and contacts you may have all over the corrupt system, but I won’t let you hurt the girls, get it?”
“They are my daughters!” Neil shouted, “I have every right to talk to them, so fuck you and your restraining order.”
“You heard them just now, didn’t you?” she said, “Did they seem very interested in talking to you? I hope you got you answer, and you’ll stay out of our lives.”
She hung up the phone.
Neil broke down into tears. He realized he had lost his family forever.
He got a hold of himself and wiped his tears. He called up his lawyer. “I want to see you today,” he said with a determined voice.
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Next day, Armaan got a phone call from the psychiatric facility Neil was admitted in.
“This is Dr. Rhea from Blue hills Physhiatric facility,” a woman spoke over the phone, “This is regarding Mr. Neil Pereira. Since you got him admitted with us, it is your duty to inform you regarding this recent…mishappening.”
“Yes, doctor,” Armaan replied, “Is he OK?”
“We regret to infrom you that…he’s missing…” she said.
“What do you mean missing?” Armaan growled, “He was severely depressed and that is why he was admitted to your facility! It anything happens to him; I’ll fucking sue your institution!”
“Honestly Mr. Mathur,” the doctor said, “He was always very calm, and never really showed any signs of mental illness. We had kept him under observation but there was no reason for us to restrain him. Nevertheless, we have filed a report.”
“I don’t fucking care!” Amraan shouted, “Find him and he better be alright!”
“Yes, we will,” the doctor said, “Thank you for your time.”
Armaan hung up the phone looking visibly upset.
“Is something the matter?” Qais asked as he noticed that Armaan was upset.
“No, just some minor issues back home,” Armaan said trying to brush him off.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Qais said, “I really should have treated you better. Why don’t you stay with me, be my guest? I assure you my best hospitality.”
“Thanks, but I have my own stay arrangements,” Armaan said.
“No, I insist,” Qais said, “Let me make it up to you for being rude earlier.”
“Alright, if you insist” Armaan said with a formal smile.
Qais led Armaan to the most magnificent guestroom in his mansion.
“Enjoy your stay,” Qais said, “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate this,” Armaan said.
“You are welcome. You have brought me information no one else has till now. Soon we’ll hunt her down.” Qais said.
Armaan smiled and nodded in approval.
“Hey...would you like to take a look at my harem? You could pick anyone you want for the night,” Qais said.
Armaan smiled. “Sure,” he said.
Qais led him to his slave harems where numerous male and female slaves were naked and chained helplessly. The were all locked up in small cells like animals in a pair of two, with only a dirty mattress. As they walked across various cells, they crossed a cell where there was only one slave. Armaan observed the walls surrounding the empty spot and observed a small scribbling on the wall that read “Amairah.”
“Is this where Meera was kept?” Armaan asked.
“Yeah,” Qais said, “I’ve kept this spot empty coz I am going to capture her alive and drag her back here to where she belongs.”
There was another woman in the cell. She looked broken completely. Her body was weak and her gaze was empty.
“She was the one who created chaos the day Meera escaped,” Qais said, “We questioned her in every possible way, but she just wouldn’t talk. Honestly, she is of no use to me, and for once I thought I should kill her and be done with it. But then, I’m not a killer Armaan. I love to watch them suffer till their last breath.”
“I want this girl tonight,” Armaan said.
The slave didn’t even flinch. She was just lying in the corner of the cell staring blankly at a point in the air.
“This one?” Qais asked sounding surprised, “Seriously man, she is no better than a corpse. There are much newer prettier girls here, so full of life that you enjoy every moment of breaking them. Why don’t you…”
“I want this girl,” Armaan said firmly cutting him off.
“Alright,” Qais said, “I’ll have her prepared and sent to your room tonight.”
Qais walked Armaan back to his room. Armaan quickly scanned the room for any surveillance cameras or audio bugs. Once he was sure he’s not being watched or heard, he called Rashid and demanded details of this girl. Rashid obediently allowed him access to her file. Once Armaan had access to her details, he sent them to his local informer to dig out more information about this woman.
As the sun set over the sand dunes, a warm desert breeze swept over the arid land. Qais indeed showed Armaan his best hospitality. After the men enjoyed their dinner, the slave was brought to Armaan’s room in chains. He closed the door behind her.
He freed her of her heavy chains and led her to the couch and made her sit down. She moved like an inanimate object. Her gaze was downcast and she didn’t seem to have any emotions at all. She was naked, and cold as she shivered from the cold shower she had been given. Armaan wrapped a warm blanket round her, to cover up her nakedness and to warm her up. Zubeida didn’t expect such a warm gesture. Nevertheless, she felt better and held on to the blanket.
“I am not going to hurt you, Zubeida,” Armaan said, sitting down next to her.
Zubeida was surprised to hear someone call her by the name she had before she became a slave.
“Listen,” Armaan said gently cupping her face, “I need to talk to you. I need your help.”
Zubeida looked at him, and quickly lowered her gaze as she remembered her place.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Armaan said, “You can look into my eyes as we speak. Meera is in great danger. I really need to find her and her daughter before Qais does. You know what will happen if he finds her, don’t you?”
Zubeida’s eyes were now tearful. But she still didn’t speak.
“I know I am a total stranger and I don’t know how I can make you trust me,” Armaan said, “But I’m offering you a chance of freedom.”
Zubeida just wept silently. She obviously didn’t believe him.
“Here, have a look,” Armaan said showing her a picture of a little boy.
Zubeida looked at the picture. It was a picture of her son, Ayaan. She wailed and broke into tears. The last time she had seen him was 5 years ago when she was taken forcefully by loan sharks as her husband couldn’t repay the money, he owed them. The family tried to flee, but they were caught before they could get away. It was only after Zubeida begged on her knees for hours and accepted her fate to be a sex slave for the rest of her life, did they show some mercy and let her husband and son go.
When Armaan showed her the picture of her son, she broke down instantly. He had grown up in 5 years. She instantly craved to hold him, to be with him.
“Your husband and son have relocated,” Armaan said, “And are trying to live a normal life. They miss you. Your husband couldn’t forgive himself. He’s broken. People rarely see him smile. He needs you.”
Zubeida still didn’t dare to speak. She just held Ayaan’s picture to her heart and wept silently.
“I’m offering you a chance to reunite with your family,” Armaan said, “Perhaps this is the only chance of freedom that you’ll ever get.”
“Is this another cruel game?” Zubeida asked.
“It’s not a game,” Armaan said, “It’s a deal. Meera was a close friend of yours. Give me some useful information about her and I’ll give you your freedom.”
"I..." Zubeida hesitated, "Will you hurt my family if I have nothing useful to tell you?"
"No," Armaan said, "This is between you and me. I really don't want to hurt you or your family. Because...I know how that feels. You have until morning to decide, if you want trust me."
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Armaan lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep. Zubeida watched him drift off to sleep as she battled the storm in her head. The though of reuniting with her family brought back a ray of hope in her life. She had never even dared to dream about holding her son again. And now this stranger, out of nowhere had come up with a generous offer. She didn’t know if she could trust him, but then she had nothing to lose. She was only worried about Meera. She couldn’t tell if Armaan really had kind intentions or he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or it could be both Armaan and Qais playing this game with her. What if any of the information she shared brought harm to Meera or her child? She would never be able to forgive herself.
But she looked at Ayaan’s picture again. She knew what her heart wanted. She stayed up the whole night.
When the rays of the morning sun painted the room in a golden light, Armaan woke up and found Zubeida still sitting on the couch like he had left her.
“So, what did you decide?” Armaan asked as he rubbed his eyes.
“Are you going to hurt Meera?” she asked tearfully.
Armaan took a deep breath and said, “I need to find her.”
“That wasn’t my question,” Zubeida said, “Are you going to hurt Meera?”
“Your questions aren’t a part of the deal,” Armaan said sternly making an eye contact, “We either trade information for your freedom or you will be sent back to the dungeons to rot there forever and never see your family again. You’ve had all night to decide. I want your answer, now.”
“Meera was an amazing woman,” Zubeida said, “She had a fire in her. That’s what got her in trouble most of the times through. She used to attack Qais quite frequently and get brutally beaten up for it. But that didn’t break her.”
“I want to know how she escaped,” Armaan said, “Who are her friends here?”
“Fatima was always kind to her,” Zubeida said, “The doctor Kabir, he was good to her as well. When Meera was pregnant, she was perhaps the happiest. She used to sing every night. And when her daughter was born, she was put in the same cell with Meera. Meera was like…a fierce mother, she could take any amount of pain and humiliation, as long as she got to be with the child. The one night…they found out that Qais wasn’t the child’s father and they took her child away…she cried so much, but then they dragged her away too…and they punished her…such horrible punishment that terrorized all the slaves…”
Zubeida began to cry uncontrollably.
“Master he…” Zubeida choked, “He had such degrading things written over her body in permanent ink, and he did something to her that ensured that she would never be a mother again…”
Zubeida could speak no further. Armaan felt a sting in his heart as he realized the extent of suffering his one act had brought upon Meera.
“But all she cared about was her daughter…” Zubeida said, “Even after everything, she had a burning desire to find her daughter. She told me she was going to escape. She told me, Fatima had safely handed over her daughter to a man named Shadab who used to drive a garbage truck. He had taken the child to an orphanage. But Meera knew that Qais would soon find out and her daughter wasn’t safe there. On the day she had planned her escape, she pretended that she had severe stomach ache and asked me to raise alarm so that she would be taken to Kabir, who had made arrangements for their escape.”
“Anything else you know?” Armaan asked.
Zubeida just shook her head. “That was the last I ever saw her,” Zubeida said.
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Armaan was at the breakfast table with Qais.
“So was that slave any useful?” Qais asked.
“Yeah,” Armaan said with a devilish smile, “The fact that you see a death wish in her eyes, and you know you are not going to give it that easily to her, I find it very sexy!”
“I’d glad that you find her sexy,” Qais said, “Personally I find her utterly useless.”
“Well,” Armaan said, “I’m interested in buying her. State the price.”
“What seriously?” Qais said with a raised eyebrow, “I mean I trying not to judge, but a fine man like you having a taste like that…doesn’t fit. Anyway, the heart wants what it wants, right? She is yours, consider it a gift. Although, I could really gift you far better slaves if you wish.”
“Naah,” Armaan said casually, “She is just fine. I have different tastes. And by the way, I may have another useful piece of information for you.”
“Sure,” Qais said, “Tell me.”
“Do you know how exactly Meera escaped?” Armaan asked.
“We could never really figure out,” Qais said, “After she was taken to the doctor, both of them just disappeared. They had carefully studied the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, and it was like Poof! They disappeared in thin air.”
“Well,” Armaan said, “Before I came here, I knew that she escaped in a garbage truck. And now I have the name of the driver. Shadab Ansari, he is your man.”
“I’ll have him brought here and have his balls ripped off this instant!” Qais shouted.
“I would reconsider that,” Armaan said, “Instead, it would be wiser to not alert him and keep a watch. If anyone knows where Meera’s daughter is, it is probably him. And I have a strong feeling, Meera is going to try and contact him.”
Qais nodded as he agreed with Armaan’s point. He ordered his men to keep a watch on Shadab.
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Zubeida was handed over to Armaan and he dropped her home, where her husband and son welcomed her warmly. She cried her heart out as she hugged her son after so many years.
She then walked to Armaan and spoke with tearful eyes, “Thank you so much for your kindness. I never even dreamed that this day would ever come…”
“It was a deal,” Armaan said, “I am a man of my word.”
“I know I have no right but…” she said, “I implore you…please don’t hurt Meera…”
Armaan didn’t respond to her. He raised his window glass and signaled the driver and car moved away.
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Armaan lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep. Zubeida watched him drift off to sleep as she battled the storm in her head. The though of reuniting with her family brought back a ray of hope in her life. She had never even dared to dream about holding her son again. And now this stranger, out of nowhere had come up with a generous offer. She didn’t know if she could trust him, but then she had nothing to lose. She was only worried about Meera. She couldn’t tell if Armaan really had kind intentions or he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or it could be both Armaan and Qais playing this game with her. What if any of the information she shared brought harm to Meera or her child? She would never be able to forgive herself.
But she looked at Ayaan’s picture again. She knew what her heart wanted. She stayed up the whole night.
When the rays of the morning sun painted the room in a golden light, Armaan woke up and found Zubeida still sitting on the couch like he had left her.
“So, what did you decide?” Armaan asked as he rubbed his eyes.
“Are you going to hurt Meera?” she asked tearfully.
Armaan took a deep breath and said, “I need to find her.”
“That wasn’t my question,” Zubeida said, “Are you going to hurt Meera?”
“Your questions aren’t a part of the deal,” Armaan said sternly making an eye contact, “We either trade information for your freedom or you will be sent back to the dungeons to rot there forever and never see your family again. You’ve had all night to decide. I want your answer, now.”
“Meera was an amazing woman,” Zubeida said, “She had a fire in her. That’s what got her in trouble most of the times through. She used to attack Qais quite frequently and get brutally beaten up for it. But that didn’t break her.”
“I want to know how she escaped,” Armaan said, “Who are her friends here?”
“Fatima was always kind to her,” Zubeida said, “The doctor Kabir, he was good to her as well. When Meera was pregnant, she was perhaps the happiest. She used to sing every night. And when her daughter was born, she was put in the same cell with Meera. Meera was like…a fierce mother, she could take any amount of pain and humiliation, as long as she got to be with the child. The one night…they found out that Qais wasn’t the child’s father and they took her child away…she cried so much, but then they dragged her away too…and they punished her…such horrible punishment that terrorized all the slaves…”
Zubeida began to cry uncontrollably.
“Master he…” Zubeida choked, “He had such degrading things written over her body in permanent ink, and he did something to her that ensured that she would never be a mother again…”
Zubeida could speak no further. Armaan felt a sting in his heart as he realized the extent of suffering his one act had brought upon Meera.
“But all she cared about was her daughter…” Zubeida said, “Even after everything, she had a burning desire to find her daughter. She told me she was going to escape. She told me, Fatima had safely handed over her daughter to a man named Shadab who used to drive a garbage truck. He had taken the child to an orphanage. But Meera knew that Qais would soon find out and her daughter wasn’t safe there. On the day she had planned her escape, she pretended that she had severe stomach ache and asked me to raise alarm so that she would be taken to Kabir, who had made arrangements for their escape.”
“Anything else you know?” Armaan asked.
Zubeida just shook her head. “That was the last I ever saw her,” Zubeida said.
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Armaan was at the breakfast table with Qais.
“So was that slave any useful?” Qais asked.
“Yeah,” Armaan said with a devilish smile, “The fact that you see a death wish in her eyes, and you know you are not going to give it that easily to her, I find it very sexy!”
“I’d glad that you find her sexy,” Qais said, “Personally I find her utterly useless.”
“Well,” Armaan said, “I’m interested in buying her. State the price.”
“What seriously?” Qais said with a raised eyebrow, “I mean I trying not to judge, but a fine man like you having a taste like that…doesn’t fit. Anyway, the heart wants what it wants, right? She is yours, consider it a gift. Although, I could really gift you far better slaves if you wish.”
“Naah,” Armaan said casually, “She is just fine. I have different tastes. And by the way, I may have another useful piece of information for you.”
“Sure,” Qais said, “Tell me.”
“Do you know how exactly Meera escaped?” Armaan asked.
“We could never really figure out,” Qais said, “After she was taken to the doctor, both of them just disappeared. They had carefully studied the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, and it was like Poof! They disappeared in thin air.”
“Well,” Armaan said, “Before I came here, I knew that she escaped in a garbage truck. And now I have the name of the driver. Shadab Ansari, he is your man.”
“I’ll have him brought here and have his balls ripped off this instant!” Qais shouted.
“I would reconsider that,” Armaan said, “Instead, it would be wiser to not alert him and keep a watch. If anyone knows where Meera’s daughter is, it is probably him. And I have a strong feeling, Meera is going to try and contact him.”
Qais nodded as he agreed with Armaan’s point. He ordered his men to keep a watch on Shadab.
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Zubeida was handed over to Armaan and he dropped her home, where her husband and son welcomed her warmly. She cried her heart out as she hugged her son after so many years.
She then walked to Armaan and spoke with tearful eyes, “Thank you so much for your kindness. I never even dreamed that this day would ever come…”
“It was a deal,” Armaan said, “I am a man of my word.”
“I know I have no right but…” she said, “I implore you…please don’t hurt Meera…”
Armaan didn’t respond to her. He raised his window glass and signaled the driver and car moved away.
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Aryan got a call from Rizwan.
“I’m sending you Shadab’s address,” Rizwan said.
“Thank you,” Aryan said and hung up the phone.
“Come on quick!” he said to Meera, “We need to leave.”
Meera and Aryan hurriedly got into the car and reached Shadab’s address. Qais’s men were already stationed there, reported to Qais that they have spotted the couple.
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“I want them captured alive,” Qais ordered over the phone.
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Meera knocked on Shadab’s door. When he opened the door, Meera quickly lifted off the face veil of her burqa.
When Shadab recognized her, he panicked. He quickly ushered them inside the house and locked the door behind him.
“You should have never come back Meera,” he said.
“Shadab, where is my daughter?” Meera asked, “You left her at the orphanage, what happened after that?”
“I don’t know Meera,” Shadab said, “Fatima handed over the child along with a note. And told me to drop the child at a particular orphanage.”
“You can’t just not know!” Meera shouted, “Who the fuck is Yasmin? Where did she take my girl?”
“I did what I did for Kabir,” Shadab spoke sweating and trembling in fear, “He had helped me, I needed money and…he was a good man, but you were always the trouble maker! So many people died because you and your daughter! Qais in not a kind man Meera. He slaughtered all the male slaves with hazel eyes, when he couldn’t catch Kabir…he burnt his house down…and…”
Suddenly there was a rude knock on the door.
“You brought them here?” Shadab asked in panic, “You brought them to my house? You have no idea what Qais will do to me now!”
“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” two men shouted from outside.
Aryan grabbed Meera’s hand and ran to the kitchen to hide. Suddenly the door was kicked up. Twi man armed with assault rifles entered the house.
One of them pointed the gun to Shadab. “Where is she?” the man asked.
Shadab stood frozen in fear. He knew Qais would want him captured alive and give him a horrible death. When Shadab didn’t speak a word, the man holding the gun ordered the other man to look for Aryan and Meera upstairs.
Noticing that the armed man was distracted, Shadab pounced upon him and tried to grab the gun. In their struggle, the gun fired killing Shadab on the spot. Aryan was alert on hearing the gunshots, and readied his pistol. He knew he had only one chance. He had to shoot the man in the head before he even gets a chance to use his more powerful weapon. Aryan tiptoed into the living room where Shadab lay dead and spotted the armed man. He swiftly aimed for his head and shot right between his eyes killing the man instantly.
The other man who had gone to look for Meera upstairs came running downstairs once he heard gunshots. Aryan had to take cover. The man slowly started walking towards the kitchen where Meera and Aryan were hiding. Aryan fired a few shots at him but missed. And soon he was out of ammunition.
“There are no more bullets,” he whispered.
Meera closed her eyes tightly when she realized they have been cornered.
“Who are these men?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Aryan said, “The guy I killed had some weird tattoo on his wrist. Some kind of weird triangles and circles.”
“Qais,” Meera said, “These guys are his men.”
Meera began to think fast. They heard the man call for backup. They knew they had to act fast as Qais was going to send several more men there soon. She looked at the kitchen knife and smiled. She picked up the knife and hid it across her belt behind her back.
“I have a plan,” Meera said, “I’m going out there. All you need to do is stay hidden. Do not come out, no matter what happens.”
“But Meera…” Aryan said.
“Trust me…” she said, “If Qais sent them, he most certainly wants me alive. So his men are not going to shoot me, no matter what.”
Aryan nodded and agreed to play along.
Then she shouted loudly enough for the man to hear. “Please don’t shoot…I’ll surrender…I am coming out…”
She walked slowly towards the man with her hands raised.
“Kneel bitch,” he said, “And ask your lover boy to come out.”
“Honey…” Meera said softly, “Come out please…there is no point in fighting…”
Aryan stayed hidden as Meera had instructed.
“Why isn’t he coming out?” he asked Meera.
“I don’t know…” she said, “I’m worried…could you please check if he is OK?”
As the man walked cautiously towards the kitchen, he turned his back towards Meera. She took advantage of the opportunity and swiftly stabbed him in the neck. Once he was down, she stabbed him repeatedly till she was sure he is dead.
She ran to the kitchen and signalled Aryan that the man was dead.
Aryan stepped into the living room and gasped seeing the deep stab wounds on the man’s neck, “Wow! That’s some beautiful mess!”
“I may not know how to use guns,” she said with a smile, “But I am damn good with the good ol’ knife.”
Aryan picked up his gun before they left the house. “These will be useful,” he said. Meera picked up the other man’s gun and the couple got into the car and drove off. They knew their journey had become far more dangerous.
“Drive to Kabir’s house,” Meera said, “If they burned his house, that would have been some news back then, I am sure Rizwan would know it’s location. That’s the only lead we have left now.”
Aryan nodded and obtained Kabir’s address from Rizwan without much difficulty. As Aryan was driving, he was unusually quiet. Meera noticed and sensed something was wrong.
“What are you thinking Aryan?” she asked.
“I’m thinking,” he said, “If Qais burned Kabir’s house 2 years ago, and he attacked Shadab just now…it doesn’t fit. If he knew Shadab was involved, he would have killed him long ago.”
“You mean…” Meera said.
“Someone supplied Qais with fresh information,” Aryan said, “Who else knew that you escaped in a garbage truck Meera?”
“I don’t know…” Meera said, “Apart from me, Kabir, and Shadab…I don’t think…wait…I once did mention it to Mithila when she was trying to recover my memories…”
“Mithila,” Aryan said taking a deep breath and continued thinking, “I have a feeling Armaan is in the city, and he has been talking to Qais.”
A wave of fear ran over Meera at the thought of her two most powerful enemies uniting against her.
“No…this can’t be happening…” Meera said.
“I am afraid it is happening, but the two men seem to have different interests” Aryan said, “Qais obviously wants you captured alive, but Armaan…there is something bothering me. I have a feeling that the men who followed us at the orphanage were Armaan’s men.”
“I didn’t get you…” Meera said.
“If Armaan wanted us captured,” Aryan said, “His men would have attacked us at the orphanage itself. But instead, they chose to simply follow us.”
“Can you just stop talking in riddles, Aryan?” Meera screamed in panic.
“You’ve hurt his family Meera,” Aryan said, “I think Armaan wants your daughter.”
“I’ll slit his throat before he can even lay a finger on my girl!” Meera growled.
Aryan got a call from Rizwan.
“I’m sending you Shadab’s address,” Rizwan said.
“Thank you,” Aryan said and hung up the phone.
“Come on quick!” he said to Meera, “We need to leave.”
Meera and Aryan hurriedly got into the car and reached Shadab’s address. Qais’s men were already stationed there, reported to Qais that they have spotted the couple.
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“I want them captured alive,” Qais ordered over the phone.
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Meera knocked on Shadab’s door. When he opened the door, Meera quickly lifted off the face veil of her burqa.
When Shadab recognized her, he panicked. He quickly ushered them inside the house and locked the door behind him.
“You should have never come back Meera,” he said.
“Shadab, where is my daughter?” Meera asked, “You left her at the orphanage, what happened after that?”
“I don’t know Meera,” Shadab said, “Fatima handed over the child along with a note. And told me to drop the child at a particular orphanage.”
“You can’t just not know!” Meera shouted, “Who the fuck is Yasmin? Where did she take my girl?”
“I did what I did for Kabir,” Shadab spoke sweating and trembling in fear, “He had helped me, I needed money and…he was a good man, but you were always the trouble maker! So many people died because you and your daughter! Qais in not a kind man Meera. He slaughtered all the male slaves with hazel eyes, when he couldn’t catch Kabir…he burnt his house down…and…”
Suddenly there was a rude knock on the door.
“You brought them here?” Shadab asked in panic, “You brought them to my house? You have no idea what Qais will do to me now!”
“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” two men shouted from outside.
Aryan grabbed Meera’s hand and ran to the kitchen to hide. Suddenly the door was kicked up. Twi man armed with assault rifles entered the house.
One of them pointed the gun to Shadab. “Where is she?” the man asked.
Shadab stood frozen in fear. He knew Qais would want him captured alive and give him a horrible death. When Shadab didn’t speak a word, the man holding the gun ordered the other man to look for Aryan and Meera upstairs.
Noticing that the armed man was distracted, Shadab pounced upon him and tried to grab the gun. In their struggle, the gun fired killing Shadab on the spot. Aryan was alert on hearing the gunshots, and readied his pistol. He knew he had only one chance. He had to shoot the man in the head before he even gets a chance to use his more powerful weapon. Aryan tiptoed into the living room where Shadab lay dead and spotted the armed man. He swiftly aimed for his head and shot right between his eyes killing the man instantly.
The other man who had gone to look for Meera upstairs came running downstairs once he heard gunshots. Aryan had to take cover. The man slowly started walking towards the kitchen where Meera and Aryan were hiding. Aryan fired a few shots at him but missed. And soon he was out of ammunition.
“There are no more bullets,” he whispered.
Meera closed her eyes tightly when she realized they have been cornered.
“Who are these men?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Aryan said, “The guy I killed had some weird tattoo on his wrist. Some kind of weird triangles and circles.”
“Qais,” Meera said, “These guys are his men.”
Meera began to think fast. They heard the man call for backup. They knew they had to act fast as Qais was going to send several more men there soon. She looked at the kitchen knife and smiled. She picked up the knife and hid it across her belt behind her back.
“I have a plan,” Meera said, “I’m going out there. All you need to do is stay hidden. Do not come out, no matter what happens.”
“But Meera…” Aryan said.
“Trust me…” she said, “If Qais sent them, he most certainly wants me alive. So his men are not going to shoot me, no matter what.”
Aryan nodded and agreed to play along.
Then she shouted loudly enough for the man to hear. “Please don’t shoot…I’ll surrender…I am coming out…”
She walked slowly towards the man with her hands raised.
“Kneel bitch,” he said, “And ask your lover boy to come out.”
“Honey…” Meera said softly, “Come out please…there is no point in fighting…”
Aryan stayed hidden as Meera had instructed.
“Why isn’t he coming out?” he asked Meera.
“I don’t know…” she said, “I’m worried…could you please check if he is OK?”
As the man walked cautiously towards the kitchen, he turned his back towards Meera. She took advantage of the opportunity and swiftly stabbed him in the neck. Once he was down, she stabbed him repeatedly till she was sure he is dead.
She ran to the kitchen and signalled Aryan that the man was dead.
Aryan stepped into the living room and gasped seeing the deep stab wounds on the man’s neck, “Wow! That’s some beautiful mess!”
“I may not know how to use guns,” she said with a smile, “But I am damn good with the good ol’ knife.”
Aryan picked up his gun before they left the house. “These will be useful,” he said. Meera picked up the other man’s gun and the couple got into the car and drove off. They knew their journey had become far more dangerous.
“Drive to Kabir’s house,” Meera said, “If they burned his house, that would have been some news back then, I am sure Rizwan would know it’s location. That’s the only lead we have left now.”
Aryan nodded and obtained Kabir’s address from Rizwan without much difficulty. As Aryan was driving, he was unusually quiet. Meera noticed and sensed something was wrong.
“What are you thinking Aryan?” she asked.
“I’m thinking,” he said, “If Qais burned Kabir’s house 2 years ago, and he attacked Shadab just now…it doesn’t fit. If he knew Shadab was involved, he would have killed him long ago.”
“You mean…” Meera said.
“Someone supplied Qais with fresh information,” Aryan said, “Who else knew that you escaped in a garbage truck Meera?”
“I don’t know…” Meera said, “Apart from me, Kabir, and Shadab…I don’t think…wait…I once did mention it to Mithila when she was trying to recover my memories…”
“Mithila,” Aryan said taking a deep breath and continued thinking, “I have a feeling Armaan is in the city, and he has been talking to Qais.”
A wave of fear ran over Meera at the thought of her two most powerful enemies uniting against her.
“No…this can’t be happening…” Meera said.
“I am afraid it is happening, but the two men seem to have different interests” Aryan said, “Qais obviously wants you captured alive, but Armaan…there is something bothering me. I have a feeling that the men who followed us at the orphanage were Armaan’s men.”
“I didn’t get you…” Meera said.
“If Armaan wanted us captured,” Aryan said, “His men would have attacked us at the orphanage itself. But instead, they chose to simply follow us.”
“Can you just stop talking in riddles, Aryan?” Meera screamed in panic.
“You’ve hurt his family Meera,” Aryan said, “I think Armaan wants your daughter.”
“I’ll slit his throat before he can even lay a finger on my girl!” Meera growled.
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Bloody Armaan, he should be ripped before he find Meera aur Amairah. These parasites like Qais, Armaan and gang should be skinned.
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