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“Ali ! Ali! What happened? What did the person say? Who was it please! Tell me!” The mother shouted with worry embarked on her face.
Ali felt as if his payback time has started. Sweat popped up on his forehead. He felt goose bumps on the hair on the backside of his neck. Fear crawled his veins like insects. He couldn’t think straight now. He wished for the ground to open up and swallow him. He committed a sin and he requires punishment. He was paying but everything was happening unjustly. His daughter has been now dragged in the mess, created by him and he couldn’t repent much then he already was.
ALI! ALI!
He heard his beautiful wife voice and let out the dreadful statement that stole their sleep that night and the following nights.
“H-Hooria my daughter is k-kidnapped b-by s-someone.”
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Sitting behind the luxurious large office table, he continued typing on his Apple laptop. Today schedule was jam packed. The day was so busy that it passed in blur. Four hours meeting with international buyers, signing of million dollars deal, hiring of few engineers, upgrading posts, salaries transfer, meeting with suppliers, editing and finalization of design samples, and finally reply to the awaiting mails.
Yet most important task was still to be done. He looked at the white file and go through it. Samples were there. The same samples his designers made with tremendous hard work and a traitor sold them to the opposition company, ’Sapphire Blue″ owned by infamous Sindhu Family. He had signed many deals with Sindhu family and they now showed their true colors. It was no new to him. This is what they call business. Extraction of your profit by shaking with one hand and killing with other. He had plans for Sindhu but that have to wait for meanwhile.
The real copy was still to be retrieved by those bastards. His men are working on it and if all went according to the plan then they would have it by tomorrow.
Ali Omer called a sick leave today which was quite pleasant to hear.
The old bastard must be overly worried about his unmarried beautiful young daughter that got his old a*s in sickness. That is how it should be!
Dialing the number of his very trusted man, Dawood Ibrahim, he waited for reply.
Dawood Ibrahim was not only his best friend but brother, he never had, as well. Dawood Ibrahim, himself belonged to an influential family. CEO to a great business industry, he was a man with great power.
“Aslamoalikum! Adam.” Dawood’s authoritative voice filled in. When it comes to business, they were only and always professional. They were dead serious.
“WalaikumSalam! How’s everything going?” Always direct to the point, is his another specialty.
“Smooth! it depends solely on the man from their company. We will execute it tonight. All security precautions have been taken. If everything went accordingly we will be successful!”
He voice as emotionless as his friend.
“Everything has to go according to the plan, Dawood! We can’t afford any mistake. Is that clear!” No he can’t lose millions just because of a mistake.
“Yes! My team will try their best.” They have too......
She laid helplessly on the bed with tears rolling down her face. Wanting to use the washroom, she got up but sudden dizziness made her fall back on the bed. Now carefully standing she made her way to the washroom. Doing her business, she went to the basin and washed her sullen face repeatedly.
I look dead....
Removing the jewelry she was wearing, she took the face wash and tried to remove any stance of makeup. The sign of his insane brutality was still imprinted on her cheek. Her hair were open, once beautiful curl now looks as a bird nest. Caressing the strands gently with her fingers, she flattened them in a tight braid with no band to hold them in place.
The red nail paint on her nails quite peeled off. Peeling it off completely by using her nails as scrubbing tool, she performed ablution. Her forehead was warm and so was her face. I guess I have fever and I am hungry but......
Shaking her head, helplessly, she went back to the room and placed the blue bed sheet on the floor making it as her prayer mat and started offering Zuhr prayer.
In the middle of the prayer she felt someone entering the room and placing the tray on sight table and sitting on the bed. Focusing completely on her prayer, she completed it and made a supplication.
Ya Allah! Help me through this hardship as you always do. Take care of my parents and give me and them the patience to endure it.
Amen.
Looking at the bed, she saw a young woman sitting on it. She felt no fear from her as if she was harmless. She spoke no word and waited for the woman to speak, all the while looking at her confused.
“Aslamoalikum Madam! I am Salma. I take care of this place. Here is food. If you want anything you can tell me madam.” She said with a smile and tone as if I have come here on vacations. Stupid woman!
Someone please tell this dumb lady that I have been kidnapped and there was wild animal here who ruthlessly misbehaved with me and brutally hit me!!!
Hope lit in her eyes as she thought of her gate to escape.
“Uh hmm p-please help me out of here! I don’t know what is even happening. Please I am an innocent person. My parents would be so worried. Please help me out! Please I beg you!” Tears rolled down her eyes. Maybe she’s a hope of me getting out of here.
She looked at me. She looked at her with hopeful eyes. Whereas she looked at her with pain and helplessness in her eyes.
“Mam.... I am sorry. I can’t do anything. Please eat the food, it’s getting cold.” She told her helplessly and left the room, locking the door behind her.
Dejected, she got up and arranged the bed sheet on the bed. Her stomach grumbled and she looked at the tray and stare at it for two good minutes. It consists of cereals and bread. A glass of water on other side.
It reminded her of food that was similar to the food served in prison and that moment, she realized that she truly was in the prison.
Darkness has enveloped almost everything. The large building almost drowned in the pool of silence. The thumping of heartbeat was a visible sound in the air. Locks unlocked, passwords entered, data accessed, data deleted, memory tarnished. Lastly the locker unlocked and the blue file been taken.
The hushed steps taken out of the enormous building were about to cost many people, heavily and in unexpected ways.......
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