At mir company:
Mir Shahid sighed as he leaned back in his chair... and took a puff of his cigarette... just as he had thought... There was a knock on the door and he gave permission.
Aamir!
bringing himself inside Aamir said " Aapne bulaya sir" as He put his hands behind his back, bowed his head slightly....
" Hmmm...darshal me tumse puchna bhool gya tha tumhara baap kaise hai?" He asked simply....
Aamir looked at him as if he was not aware that he would ask this question, he just smiled and said,
" Thik hai lekin abhi bhi hospital me hi hai,,, shukriya sir,,, unka puchhne ke liye" Aamir said with respect...
Sahid saw his gentle smile and chuckled slightly. nodded as he said...
" Vaise tumhare bare me kabhi suna nahi tha tumhare-____
But Aamir interrupted him in the middle. saying,,,
" Me unke bade bhai ka beta hu,,, saga NAHI... Or me yaha palaa bada nahi,,, shayad isliye"
Sahid raised an eyebrow" esa kya?"
" Ji sir..."
" Ok...to tum kab tak kaam karne vale ho?."
" Shayd jab tak mere baba thik nahi hote "
" Hmmm.... Chalo Ye sab chhodo (Now his voice and way of speaking have changed. ) tumhe is bareme khabar thi... ke mansion me kisi bhi new face ki entry nahi hai?"
Aamir clenched his fists behind his back, his gaze fixed on Shahid's light green eyes, as he shook his head saying " Ji nahi sir...me sach keh raha hu muje is bare me nahi khabar thi or us waqt vaha koi guards bhi nahi the "
Shahid simply nodded, took a last puff of his cigarette, then crushed it under his shoe, stood up, and slowly walked over to Aamir......Whose breathing was now heavy and his body tense...
Of course, he knew that the fifty-year-old man standing before him was no ordinary man... and no matter how nice that man may appear, he is actually an evil, ruthless, dangerous mafia...
Mir Shahid.......stood before him and as if he understood his fear, a wicked smirk appeared on his lips.... He placed both his hands on his shoulders and said...
" Now let's start from the beginning MY CHILD...hmmmm..." Who are you? "
And aamir's face pale..." Did he find out?"
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Night,,, at Khan Mansion!!!!
In Zaan's room...
Zaan rubbed his temple under the tension, anger, and frustration...
" Zaan,,, bol na yaar tu chup kyu hai?" Umer said Shaking his shoulders vigorously, giving more pressure,,
Zaan gritted with hidden anger his fists clenched... He glares umer who just gives him an innocent expression..." Umer kitni dafa kahu ,,, esa nahi ho skta-
" Or Aakhir ye kyu nahi ho skta ,, tu bhool gya miran kism ka inshan hai?....zaan yaar tu acche se janata hai vo kitna khtrnak hai..us..,, usne..-- mere SATH kya kya kiya hai? " Anger, fear, and anxiety were now visible in his eyes.....As if whatever Miran had done to him had come before his eyes... Exactly those cruel moments...
Zaan sighed deeply... calm down, calm down, he said to himself... because he knew he had to handle this matter with patience. Then he gently grabbed umer's chin and looked straight into his blue eyes.
Saying " bilkul,,, meri jaan me janta hu vo khatrnak hai,ye bohot badi baat bhi hai par tu khud samaj-
" Kya samjun me zaan,,,....huh??? Vo miran kiske sath milkar kisko jaan se maarne vala hai ," umer out of stress yelled angrily as he grabbed zaan's collar,,,
But....... The very next moment Umer flinched,, startled when Zaan suddenly grabbed his neck tightly from behind and pulled him towards himself,... Their face just inches apart as he said... in his slow, heavy, ice-cold voice, in a tune that could dominate. ..." Enough is enough, whether it is someone's life or anything else, you will not be involved in this matter,, understand." His eyes darkened more which frightened his innocent soul,,,
Umer shuddered, his grip loosened, his eyes filled with tears, his shoulders slumped, he lowered his head as he was about to turn back, but Zaan didn't let him as he just hugged him,,
After a few moments,
" Shh,,,, bas yaar..." Now zaan's tune is soft like always....rubbing the back of his head, and umer just sobbed quietly burying his face in his neck.,,
So.......Soft hearted,,, innocent,,and dump head.... umer... Was same like his late mother,,, ramsha,,, That innocent woman who was FORCIBLY married to a man like Mir Shahid, then after just one year she lost her life for her baby boy, But in her last moments she extracted a promise from her husband that Mir Shahid would never drag their CHILD into his wrongdoings.
And he also kept true to his promise and kept Umer away from these matters.,,
This is why umer never found out what secret work his own family was doing...
" Zaan i am scared" umer mumbled tighten his hold around his waist,,,, " kyu? Isme darne ki baat kya hai?" Zaan said softly, stroking his curls...
" vo sach me kisi ku maar dega to? " umer said, and in fear, he tightened his grip more around his waist, making zaan feel like he was being squeezed....As he gently patted Umer on his shoulder, saying " lose your grip man I am not going anywhere.."
And umer immediately back away with red face and bit havey heart as he rubbed his eyes with his fist clearing his tears he said,, " Sorry" and lowered his head,,, Zaan shook his head as he unbuttoned his shirt's upper button to breathe better,,,
" Ok....It's ok ....ab ye sab chhod dinner kiya?"
" Nahi?"
" Kyu? Kis khusi me " Zaan said glaring at him through his dark eyes,,, And umer just gulped bcz he was quite scared of his cousin,,,, It happens...yes... Meaning, sometimes Zaan seemed like a dangerous villain to him....
" Yar, don't stare at me like that, dar lagraha hai'' Umar hid his face with his palm...
Zaan sighed wearily, as he was still disturbed by the farmhouse and especially by the voice that was lingering in his head... and the owner of that voice....,
Arshman Baig... Like stuck in the back of his head...as Deep inside, Zaan still feels like HE KNOWS him and specially that place... From a long time ago...
" Zaan " zaan look umer's pale face and his pleading eyes but he ignored and said
" Me dinner ke liye kisi ku kehta hu thike-
" Me nahi _-"
" Umer....ab bas bohot hua( and he pointed at the bed) chup chap vaha jakar beth ja ,,, or tu hi yahi ruk raha hai....thike?" But no answer...Because now Umer was too busy glaring at the ground with his face puffed out...
Zaan closed his eyes as his patience was running out, he cracked his neck,,,. and took his hand and started leading him towards the bed but umer released his hand midway and shook his head in denial, still looking down....
Zaan's jaw clinched and the next moment he slapped umer hard on the back of his neck... so hard that his fingers left marks, causing umer to hiss... " mene kuch kaha na? Sunai nahi diya?" Zaan said raised voice....
Umer glared at him with tears in his eyes he stamped his feet on the ground As he turned,....but..., The next slap landed directly on his butt, causing him to groan again, this time even louder than before…
Umer's mouth hung open... eyes winded,,, Zaan turned him around roughly and pointed towards the bed...
" Sit down......Now"
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Time skip.........
..... Somewhere at secret place;
"Your team is ready" SAJID asked while fixing his gun in his waistband...
Miran was loading bullets into his gun as, he saw Sajid's pale face which had become dull due to fever... he chuckled " old man,, aapko nahi lagta ke ab ye sare kaam chhod dena chahiye"
" Kyu?.... _-
" Kyu? Nahi mr. Sajid,,, vo kya haina is age me jyada tension accha nahi hota hai,,,ek pair to aapka kabar me hai kya pata dusra kab fisal jaye " And Miran smirked which only made Sajid chuckle silently. He shook his head and took a few steps towards him. He fixed his collar and cleaned the unseen dust from his shoulder....
And after that.......it seemed as if miran's breath got stuck when Sajid suddenly turned him over and caught his neck from behind in his iron like arm,,,, Miran's eyes widened, he opened his mouth to breathe and protested a lot..., but it had no effect on Sajid.... As his grip grew stronger... causing him to admit his defeat....
" M...ov..e mo.....m...e pl... plea..se" With a bit of difficulty, these words came out of his mouth, he countless times tapped his arm, and finally Sajid left his neck...
Miran held his own neck and coughed,,,he sat on his knees ... he breathed sharply,, feeling suffocating he immediately opened his shirt's upper button,,,
After seconds he looked up and glared angrily at that hulk... who now smirked at him.. Sajid bent down to his level, he touched some sweat from his forehead with his finger.... saying staring at his angry dark grey eyes....
" Tch tch..... Kya hua? Gussa aa raha hai?,,, nahi beta.... Nahi itni chhoti age me gussa achha nahi hota kyuki kya haina fir use blood pressure jaisi takleef jhelni padti hai
( And he whispered) And really, there's a 99% chance of dying." As he backs away.... wink and stood up ignoring his hard,,, deadly expression....
And someone knocked,... Miran stood up and gave his permission....And a man came a
nd said...
" prince has arrived." Then he looked miran and said ". But right now he wants to meet miran sir......... alone. "
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