Thriller The Search for Amairah(Completed)

[Lib am]

Armaan set Zubeida free. He is a good guy

Naa he negotiated. He did business. What he did with Meera is make him disgusting. He is not even human.

 

[Sasha!]

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."

This Qias had no brain but Armaan is composed. I hope no deaths happen on his watch.

Neil dead? no I don't thunk so

Armaan has done well with Zubaida. His human side is showing up.

 

[Sasha!]

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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Am really glad that Armaan kept his promise and freed zubaida. Waiting for the face off

 

[Indian Princess]

This Qias had no brain but Armaan is composed. I hope no deaths happen on his watch.

Neil dead? no I don't thunk so

Armaan has done well with Zubaida. His human side is showing up.

Am really glad that Armaan kept his promise and freed zubaida. Waiting for the face off

Was waiting for jor comments

Armaan is awesome. Does Qais sound too dumb? He is actually supposed to be a dreaded villian

Ek aur update posta hai, usko bhi reado

 

[Lucky..]

Nice update

 

[Sasha!]

Was waiting for jor comments

Armaan is awesome. Does Qais sound too dumb? He is actually supposed to be a dreaded villian

Ek aur update posta hai, usko bhi reado

Dont know how I missed it

Qias is behaving like "am the greatest bull in the town" until his own wife cuckolds him with a bigger cock

 

[Sasha!]

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.

Oh my god!

It really got tensed for a second. But Meera saved the day. Her compassion is remarkable but I don't know for how long they gonna be running like this


Aryan again is right. But hopefully Armaan will fo better this time

Aur kahan hai

 

[Indian Princess]

Oh my god!

It really got tensed for a second. But Meera saved the day. Her compassion is remarkable but I don't know for how long they gonna be running like this


Aryan again is right. But hopefully Armaan will fo better this time

Aur kahan hai

Coming today

I have almost completed the story

 

[Indian Princess]

Update 12

Meera and Aryan reached Kabir’s house. It was night, and the stars adorned the sky



Meera was instantly tearful looking at the ruined structure left behind after the flames devoured the house. She walked in through the charred door frame. Everything inside was a shade of black with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs of the spiders that made a home out of the tragic remains of the consequences of her actions.



Aryan followed her closely behind. The roof of the house was eaten away by the fire and the pale moonlight flowed in. A shiny object gleaming in the moonlight caught Meera’s attention. She picked it up. It was a photo frame. When she saw Kabir’s half burnt picture, she broke into tears. She ran her fingers over the frame as she smiled remembering a beautiful memory.



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Meera was semiconscious. She was lying on the examination table with Kabir and Fatima by her side.



“What the hell?” Kabir said, “He hurts her so badly for what, like for some kind of a sport?”



“I’ve told her several times to obey, but she seems to have a death wish,” Fatima said, “So, this time, Master has ordered you to…”



Meera couldn’t hear as Fatima spoke in a lowered voice.



Kabir sighed. “I’ll go have a word with him,” he said, “I’ll see if I can make him change his mind.”



Fatima injected something into Meera’s veins and her consciousness faded as she fell into a deep sleep. When Meera woke up, Kabir was smiling at her.



“Are you OK?” he asked.



Meera was feeling numb. She sat up on the bed trying to orient herself.



“Yeah,” she said grabbing her head, “I think I am fine.”



“Why don’t you listen Meera?” Kabir asked, “Me and Fatima have been repeatedly telling you to obey your Master…why don’t you? Haven’t you had enough punishments? He beats you like an animal each time and I end up sewing you up. And this time you did what, you bit him? You know he ordered me to pull out all your teeth and nails. I talked him out of it with great difficulty. I care about you Meera, if you keep going like this…he’ll kill you.”



“Then I’ll be finally free,” Meera said with a sweet smile, “I don’t belong here Kabir, I am like a little bird, and I belong to the skies, to be free and happy, to fly away to wherever I want.”



“It is amazing to know you have such beautiful dreams, Meera,” Kabir said, “But, look around you, you are not a bird, you are a sex slave, and that is what you are destined to be. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you.”



“I’ll write my own destiny Kabir,” Meera said, “I’d rather die than live in chains for the rest of my life.”



Kabir felt his fondness for Meera rising every time she smiled at him. He had every reason to admire her. She was beautiful, she was strong, she was brave, and she refused to surrender to her fate. He touched her face lovingly making an eye contact.



“You know Kabir,” Meera said, “You are a wonderful man. Could you fulfil a little wish of mine?”



“What do you want me to do Meera?” he asked.



“Will you make love to me?” she said looking into his eyes with desire.



Kabir’s smile faded. “No, Meera, I can’t” he said, “It is forbidden for me to…”



“Please…” she said, “Just once…look at me Kabir, what do I have, huh? I have woven these beautiful dreams to shield myself from the harsh reality…but I am not blind. You talked about reality, didn’t you? I know that all I am ever going to get as long as I am alive is pain and humiliation. And once Master is done with me, he will kill me for sport, or condemn me to even worse fate. All I want is a little moment of love, with a wonderful, loving, kind man like you. Just want to know how it feels like to be touched lovingly…just once…I just want to feel something beautiful that is real…”



“Meera,” Kabir said, “I really understand how you feel. But this could mean death for both of us.”



“I’ll never tell anyone, I promise,” Meera said, “I’ll never speak your name.”



“I am sorry,” Kabir said, “I can’t.”



“It’s alright,” Meera said tearfully, “I understand…I just wanted a little love…but it’s ok, I’ll live without it…”



“Hey…” Kabir said hugging the tearful woman.



Meera grabbed his hair and locked her lips with him. Her grip was so firm, Kabir could feel how deeply she craved for love. He could not resist anymore. He started showering her with kisses. Meera relaxed her body, drowning in the pleasurable sensations she was feeling for the first time. As Kabir licked her nipples, she arched her back and a faint moan escaped her lips. Along with the pleasurable sensations, she had an assurance that Kabir was not going to hurt her. He was no a sadist who would make her scream for his pleasure. He was a loving, caring man, who was touching her so carefully to ensure she doesn’t feel any pain.



Meera felt heat growing between her legs. She wanted him, she dug her fingernails into his clothes and pulled him towards her. They made love, and that felt like the most beautiful moment ever.


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Meera felt a hand on her shoulder.



“You OK, baby?” Aryan asked.



Meera hugged him and cried.



“Kabir was a good man,” Meera said as she wept bitterly, “He was kind and loving, he scarified so much for me.”



Aryan gently rubbed her back and held her in his arms till she calmed down.



Both of them began to search the house for any clues using flashlights. Most of the things in the house were destroyed by fire. But Meera found something. It was a “Thank you” card. When she opened the card, she saw a picture of two women – one older woman and one younger. She instantly recognized the older woman.



“She is Fatima!” Meera said pointing to the older woman in the picture.



Aryan leaned in to observe the picture. “Yeah, Rizwan told me that she worked for Qais as a nurse and caretaker of his slaves. But she is also more or less a slave herself,” Aryan said, “She is not allowed to leave the harem or communicate with anyone outside.”



Meera began to read the card.



Dear Dr. Kabir,



I thank you so much for saving the life of my aunt, Fatima. She is my only family, and she means the world to me. When we heard of the cancer, we were devastated. But thanks to you, she is alive and well. May God bless you with all the happiness in the word. We owe our smiles to you.



Love

Yasmin



“Fatima is Yasmin’s aunt,” Meera said, “That is why she sent Amairah to the orphanage where Yasmin worked. She was trying to keep her safe.”



Aryan was still focussed on the card.



“This looks like a very old photo,” he said and lifted off the photo of Fatima and Yasmin. Behind the photo was the address of the photo studio where it was clicked. “I think I know where we might find Yasmin,” he said.



Without losing time, Aryan and Meera rushed to their car and drove off towards the village where the photo was taken. The drove through the night, through the lonely desert road. Meera’s heart was pounding in her chest at the though of finally seeing her daughter.



By the time they reached the village, it was morning and the market was buzzing with people. Aryan found the photo studio where the photo was taken and asked in anyone knew where the woman lived.



“Oh yes, I know her,” a shopkeeper said, “She is Yasmin. She is a sweet girl. She used to live here with her aunt. But Fatima was diagnosed with cancer, and they went to the city for her treatment. 2 years ago, Yasmin returned with a little girl. She said Fatima was no more and she had adopted this little girl because she didn’t want to be lonely.”



“Where does she live?” Aryan asked.



“Take the first felt from the crossroad ahead, fourth house to the right,” the man said.



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“Any news on Fatima’s family?” Armaan asked Qais.



“Yeah,” Qais said, “You are going to love to hear this. Few years ago, my previous nurse died, so I needed an elderly nurse to look after the cunts and Fatima came forth and offered her services. She was a qualified nurse, so I considered her for the job. She knew she won’t be ever allowed to communicate with the outside world and she was paid for her lifelong services with a one-time payment.”



“I see,” Armaan said.



“She got the money transferred to the account of a girl named Yasmin,” Qais said, “I’ve got her address from the bank. My men are on the way to get her.”



Armaan smiled.



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Aryan drove to Yasmin’s house, but chose to park the car a few yards away, to avoid raising alarms for someone who might be watching. He didn’t want to risk Yasmin getting killed like Shadab.



He instructed Meera to tiptoe quietly through the house’s backyard and enter the gates without being noticed. Meera peeked through the closed window and spotted Yasmin. She was a beautiful young girl. On her lap was a little girl child who laughed playfully as Yasmin sang to her. Meera recognized her daughter and tears of joy filled her eyes.



Meera couldn’t hold herself back. She knocked the door. When Yasmin opened the door, Meera dropped her veil to let Yasmin see her.



“My name is Meera. That’s my child,” Meera said tearfully.



Yasmin was suddenly alert. She quickly allowed Meera and Aryan to enter the house.



“I know you would come,” Yasmin said, “Are you sure no one is following you?”



“Not that we know of,” Aryan replied nodding at Meera, “But I’ll keep watch. Be Quick.”



Meera held Amairah in her arms for the first time and her heart was filled with joy like never before. She showered the little girl with kisses as tears continuously flowed from her eyes.



“Thank you for looking after my baby,” Meera said.



“That was the least we could do for Kabir,” Yasmin replied with a smile, “When my aunt was diagnosed with cancer, we were devasted. The financial burden drained us completely, so much that we had to mortgage this house to raise money for her treatment. And in spite of everything, her chances of survival were grim. I couldn’t have lost her; she was my only family. But when we consulted Kabir, he not only agreed to operate free of cost, he treated her condition so well that she became healthy once more. For a few years we were happy, but the cancer returned, and this time…Kabir wasn’t around,”



“Where was he then? Kabir was an amazing man,” Meera said, “But why did he work for the likes of Qais?”



Yasmin’s eyes got tearful as he spoke, “There was a major complication in one of his surgeries leading to death of the patient, and he lost his license to practice. We couldn’t find him for a long time. And finally, one of my aunt’s old contacts told us where Kabir really was. He had starting practicing illegally for criminals and shady folks.”



“We tried several places where we could get Fatima treated at lower costs,” Yasmin continued, “We were already burdened with debts. And then finally Fatima took a decision. She decided to sell herself as a slave. She decided not to go for any treatments and live for as long as she was destined to. She negotiated a large sum of money in return of her lifelong services, so I could get our house back. Now I have money, I have this house, but I don’t have her. I continued working at the orphanage because that is where Shadab used to come as drop small letters from Fatima for me and take my letters to her. I didn’t have my aunt but at least we could communicate. Also, I loved the company of the children when I felt lonely. And one day, that driver Shadab brought your child to me with a note from Fatima.”



Yasmin showed Meera the note.



Dear Yasmin,



Please take care of this little girl. Her mother Meera, has named her Amairah. She is Kabir’s daughter. Kabir is planning an escape with Meera. Kabir or Meera, will come for the child when the dust settles. Till then, please take care of her. Consider it a repayment for the debt we owe him. Also, you are not safe in the orphanage anymore, I suggest you move back home. They will try to find our address through the orphanage’s records. Deal with that before you leave. Take care and God bless you.



Love

Fatima



Meera had tears of gratitude in her eyes for all the people who had helped her.



“But where is Kabir?” Yasmin asked, “Why isn’t he with you?”



“He’s dead,” Meera said tearfully, “He died trying to save me.”



“Meera,” Aryan said in an alarming tone, “We may have a problem!”



“What happened?” Meera asked.



“I need both of you to leave, along with Amairah,” Aryan said, “I just spotted a van full of armed men. They seem to be headed this way. I’ll hold them off as long as I can.”



“No, Aryan, they’ll kill you!” Meera said grabbing his hand, “You are coming with us!”



“Meera you don’t understand!” Aryan shouted, “If I don’t stall them, all of us will be captured. I just can’t let them get their hands on you and Amairah. And those men are heavily armed, I really don’t want Amairah to get caught in crossfire.”



“No..I…can’t…” Meera said tearfully.



“Just go Meera!” Aryan said.



Meera looked as Yasmin who was holding Amairah in her arms. Yasmin looked terrified. Meera unwillingly left Aryan and grabbed Yasmin’s hand and led her safely to their car. Once Yasmin and Amairah were comfortably seated in the car, Meera got onto the driver’s seat and started the engine.

 

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And then suddenly she realized something. The rifles they had picked up after killing Qais’s men were in the car. Aryan just had a pistol and he wouldn’t be able to hold off several armed men for long.



“Yasmin can you drive?” Meera spoke with determination.



“Yes,” Yasmin said.



Meera quickly fed the coordinates of the house Rizwan had arranged for her and Aryan to stay into the car’s GPS.



“Drive to this location,” Meera said handing over the keys to the house to Yasmin, “Stay in this house. Once we deal with the situation back there, I’ll come get my baby.”



“You mean…are you?” Yasmin asked.



“Yeah,” Meera spoke with determination as she picked up two assault rifles from the car, “After all Aryan has done for me, I can’t leave him alone to die.”



“But Meera, they’ll kill you,” Yasmin spoke in a worried tone.



“I’ll be fine,” Meera said with a confident smile, “I’ve dealt with worse.”



Yasmin nodded and drove off. Meera returned to Aryan with the guns. He was kneeling by the window eyeing the activities of the armed men. Aryan wasn’t expecting her to return.



“What the hell Meera!” he shouted.



“I brought you guns,” she said sweetly, “I couldn’t leave you.”



Aryan didn’t respond. He was angry that Meera had risked her life. All he wanted was her to be safe. The armed men had now reached the door of Yasmin’s house. Without losing a moment, Aryan shot down two of them while the rest took cover and began firing back.



Meera ducked next to Aryan trying to escape the raining bullets. Aryan stalled the men for quite some time and managed another kill. Rashid was extremely angry as he watched his men die. He picked up a sniper rifle and climbed up to the roof of a building opposite to Yasmin’s house. He had a clear shot at both Aryan and Meera as they tried to stop his men from entering the house. He was tempted to shoot Aryan in the head but he remembered his orders that they were to be captured alive. He aimed for Aryan’s right shoulder and fired a shot.



The bullet tore through Aryan’s flesh and he fell on his knees in excruciating pain.



“Aryan, NO!” Meera screamed in utter panic as she struggled to bandage his wound to stop the blood flow, “Aryan, stay with me please!” Meera said trying to shake him awake as Aryan was nearly fainting.



“They are behind the east window,” Rashid instructed his men.



Before Meera could realize, a gas grenade was tossed in from the window a few inches away from her feet. The toxic fumes made both of them pass out in seconds.



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When Meera regained consciousness, she realized she was inside a moving vehicle. It was dark, but she could feel Aryan lying next to her.



“She cradled his head on her lap and hugged him and cried bitterly. “I am so sorry Aryan,” she said.



“Meera,” Aryan said touching her face with his blood-stained hand, “You were very brave to return with the guns sweetheart.”



Meera smiled at him.



“But I need you to promise me one thing,” Aryan said, “No matter what happens, no matter how much they torture me, you won’t tell them where Amairah is.”



“I won’t, I promise,” Meera said tearfully as she realized how inevitable their torture was.



“That’s my girl,” Aryan said smiling at her.



When they reached their destination, Meera and Aryan were dragged out of the truck and their hands cuffed behind their backs. They were roughly dragged to the room where Qais and Armaan were waiting for them.



Armaan smiled looking at the defeated couple. He casually picked up an apple from the fruit basket and rested his back against a wall and munched on the apple enjoying their plight.



Rashid forced Aryan to kneel and Qais walked towards Meera. On seeing Qais, a chill ran down through her mind. All the painful memories of how he had tortured and humiliated her spilt forth into her brain like a tide of nightmares.



“Strip her,” Qais ordered, “I need to teach the cunt her place.”



Meera felt like a deer in headlight and two men cut off her clothes with knives. She was stripped completely and made to stand stark naked in front of so many men. She wept silently. Aryan closed his eyes out of helplessness.



“So you got rid of the tattoos, eh?” Qais said boldly running his hands over her naked breasts.



Meera tried to push his hands away. Qais grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face and forced her to bend over the table. He forced her to spread her legs so that everyone present in the room could see her pussy. Qais started running his hand over her exposed pussy. Meera struggled with all her strength but Qais held her firmly down.



“So you finally did become a loose cunt, didn’t you?” Qais teased her, “How do you feel? Aren’t you proud?”



Meera’s face burned in shame.



“How did you manage to get so loose?” Qais asked, “You became a whore or something?”



“Yeah,” Armaan said munching on the apple, “That’s the only thing she is good at.”



“Wow!” Qais said looking at Aryan, “And look at this man here, willing to die for this loose cunt. Seriously dude, from all the women in this world you choose to love this whore?”



“She is a far better person than you, coward!” Aryan growled like a wounded tiger.



“Yeah of course,” Qais teased, “At least I have a count of the number of women I’ve fucked. But what about you, loose cunt, does your lover boy know how many men have fucked you?”



Meera broke down completely to be humiliated this way in front of Aryan. She felt dirty and worthless. She just hugged Aryan and cried.



“I don’t think she has a count,” Armaan said with an evil smile as she casually rested his back against the wall and ejoyed the show.



“Alright,” Qais chuckled, “At least tell us which is your most used hole?”



Meera felt devasted. She hugged Aryan tightly. “I am sorry Aryan,” she said in a breaking voice, “I am not worthy of your love, I am dirty.”



She wailed and began to cry loudly. Qais smiled as how he made her break down with just words.



“Meera, listen to me,” Aryan said, “You are stronger than this. Don’t let him get the better of you. I decide who is worthy of my love and not him. You are the strongest woman I know, Meera, and I need you to show that to him!”



Meera quickly wiped her tears and composed herself.



“Aren’t these two adorable?” Armaan said with a smile taking another bite of the apple.



“Indeed,” Qais smiled, “I’m gonna have so much fun with the two of you. But first things first, my guest here is interested in your daughter and you are going to tell us where she is.”



“Fuck you!” Meera growled.



“I did expect some resistance,” Qais said as he walked towards Aryan and kicked him hard making him fall to the ground. Qais then placed his foot over Aryan’s wounded shoulder making him groan.



“Stop hurting him!” Meera screamed.



“Stop?” Qais laughed, “I haven’t even started. Now you are going to tell us where your daughter is or I am going to castrate him and make you watch.”



“You might want to use a heated knife,” Armaan said with an evil smile, “He’s got a rare blood group.”



Meera glared at Armaan.



“What?” Armaan said to Meera causally shrugging his shoulders, “You didn’t know? He is A negative.”



“Of course, we'll use a heated knife” Qais said, “We don’t want him bleeding out. I’m ecstatic thinking of all the fun we are going to have once we make him a eunuch, won’t we, cunt?”



Meera’s stance now suddenly changed. Her eyes were burning with anger as she glared at him. She boldly advanced towards him.


Qais just smiled and ordered one of him men, "Heat the knife. Let's see how this cunt enjoys watching her lover boy's balls getting cut off."



“Touch him and you fucking die today!” Meera growled.



She kept advancing boldly and relentlessly towards Qais and her piercing gaze now began to intimidate him. He took a few steps back but Meera held eye contact and kept walking towards him. Armaan was standing behind Qais. He was now alert by Meera’s dramatically altered stance. She was miserable and helpless when Qais humiliated her but when he threatened Aryan, she suddenly became aggressive.



Meera’s burning eyes could see only Qais. The man she hated the most in her life, the man who had brought her excruciating suffering and now threatened to hurt the man she loved the most. She pounced on him with supernatural strength and dug her teeth into his neck and her fingernails dug into his back. Qais struggled with all his strength to push her off but she was incredibly strong. And then she saw something. Someone pricked something into Qais’s back. It was a needle. With her teeth still dug into Qais’s neck, Meera raised her gaze.



Armaan was looking into her eyes. He said something. No, he actually whispered something in her ear, like the hissing of a snake. He said, “You are mine…”



Qais collapsed on the floor as Meera spit out a chunk of his flesh. She had torn a major blood vessel in his neck with her teeth and his neck wound bled profusely. She repeatedly scratched his face with her fingernails till she was pulled away by his men. And within seconds, she passed out in sheer exhaustion.