Chapter 1

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Translation of hindi words  Bhai- Brother, Beta-Son  Khala jaan- auntie    There a grant wedding was going to be held within hours as it would be the history of the greatest wedding in this era. All business clients from different sectors were gathered here to witness their King's wedding--Adham Marwan. King; the title he had been crowned at the age of eighteen by leading a most notorious mafia.  In the all amidst wedding someone was pacing around at the main entrance glancing down at his watch now and then as if he was waiting for someone.  His impatience walking stopped by a feminine voice.  “Aezaj...” He turned around when he heard Zariyah say his name.  “Khala jaan,” he stalked the woman who wore a worried expression on her face.  “Did you talk to him? What did he say?”  He took her hand in his as if a promise, “He knows what he is going to do. He won't disappoint you.”  Her hand slipped out of his as a frown appeared on her face, “That means, you have not talked to him yet. Why?” He suddenly wore a smiling face when some guests passed by them while Zariyah too reflected the same.  Once he made sure nobody's around them, he said. “He would not like that, if I did.”  “That doesn't matter at all. You should have, Aezaj.” The desperation was so clear in her voice as the talk was very important. “You are the only one who has the right to talk to him about anything. Because he trusts you more than anything. He surely listens to your words.”  He briefly nodded his head as if she was right. But in this case, he was helpless. He could not do anything.  “It's too late. We can't do anything. After some time he will get married. Hope everything goes well.” He said as it's the only thing they could do. “It's not like his illegitimate business deal. It's a life. I am just worrying about that girl. She is really innocent. I don't know how she is going to live with him.” Zariyah was really against this marriage.  “She knows everything. In fact, she was born into a mafia family. The Mafia is in her blood. So everything will be alright.” Aezaj assured.  “But she doesn't know, Adham.” That was true. He was an entirely different case.  “That's true. They have not even shared a word yet with each other.”  “Tell your bhai, at least give her some respect as his wife.” She knew that nobody could change his mind as he had already decided everything.  “He does.” Aezaj said not meeting her eyes as they both knew it was a big lie.  Zariyah chuckled, “I know my son well. And I know why he agreed to marry her as well.” “Khala jaan, I have to go.” He walked away as he had nothing to say anymore.  This marriage was literally just a business deal. Both of them had their own benefits. Therefore, she was against her son's marriage.  Aezaj climbed upstairs and walked over to a room where his brother had a business deal with someone.  Aezaj opened the door without asking permission. Just as he got in, Adham shouted at him.  “Don't you know to knock on the door before entering? Or do you have any special privilege to trespass anywhere?” Adham was proudly sitting there wearing an Armani suit as he was devilishly glorified like a king. His facial expression was hard as if he did not like what Aezaj had done.  “Sorry bhai, I won't repeat it.” He came to his side and stood beside him.  He acknowledged Adham's seriousness when he was in a meeting.  “You had better remember....” Adham muttered as he turned to the dealer paying his full heed. “Now we talk about the real business. How much will I get?” He asked straightly not to waste time.  “Umm....200 crore.” The man said.  “I am not doing this for charity. I need more.” Adham demanded.  “Okay, how about 250?” The man suggested.  Adham did not say anything as he was looking at him with his sharp eyes. But the poor man kept going.  “300?” “350?” “500?”  “10 billion.” Adham said curtly by cutting off his bargains. “1000 crores.”  “Ten-ten billion?” The man asked as if he did not hear him.  “Yeah, ten billion. That's the deal.” Adham got on his feet as it's about to end the meeting. “If you agree, we can go with the deal. Tonight you will get loads. But you have to pay separately for the drugs.” He was a cunning business with an evil mind. There were no emotions before his eyes.  “Please, Adham...can I get some deduction? Trust me I haven't this large amount of money. Please...can you put down the money....” The man tried to change his unacceptable demand.  “Aezaj,” Adham called. As if he understood the meaning of his call, Aezaj cleared the man out of the room.  “Waste of time.” Adham muttered. “Bhai” Aezaj said.  “Hmm...” “Sarkar, won't be happy when he finds out the reason behind this marriage.” Aezaj voiced what he had been holding.  Adham turned and looked at him, “I respect that man but I don't fear him. I am well aware of what I am doing.” He did not care about what others think. “Khala jaan is not happy with this marriage. She is afraid you won't treat Husna well.”  “That woman has no right to interfere in my life.” Adham rebuked. They never had a normal mother-son relationship.  “She is your mother. You can not deny that.” Aezaj denied.  “Aezaj...stop that topic.” Adham said in a calm voice. He did not wish to spoil the mood; it's his wedding.  He glanced at his watch before asking at Aezaj, “They haven't come yet?”  “No, they haven't.”  The bride and her family were supposed to be here this time. But they haven't reached yet. He fished out his phone and made a call. But nobody's responding on the other end. As if he got a sense of bad vibes he hurriedly walked out of the room.  “Bhai, what happened?” Aezaj asked as he followed him.  “We have got to go there.” Was all he said.  They did not take more than twenty minutes as they reached the mansion.  Adham, aware of something awful, happened here as his men were standing like they just failed in a war.  He paced over to his godfather; Makhdhoom Ali Khan. He was the one who taught him the first lessons of criminalism.  “Sarkar,” Adham put a hand on his shoulder as if making people aware of his presence.  The old man's eyes raised up to him, and he instantly hugged him when he saw his dearest one.  “Adham...” Makhdhoom cried out.  Adham was startled. It's the first time he had seen his godfather crying. Makhdhoom was the most notorious man he had ever seen. There was a time when everyone trembled in fear just by his name. Now he had handed over to his dearest one, Adham.  “She is gone......she is gone. My Husna is gone, Adham. My Husna is gone, leaving me alone.....” Adham wasn't shocked unlike others. He knew that something would happen in his wedding. But he never thought that poor girl had to sacrifice her life. He made his godfather sit aside, and he got inside the room where his bride was lying her own blood.  He took a look at the girl whose eyes were closed as if she was peacefully sleeping on the lap of death.  Poor soul! He thought.  He turned to silent men who were standing hung their heads down.  “How did this happen? Who did this?” He roared.  “It's Ahmed Shad. His face was clear in the footage.” One of them said not to raise his head.  “Ahmed Shad.” Adham murmured the name. He was his father's right hand.  “Aezaj!” He hollered.  Aezaj immediately followed him as they were determined to finish the man. Just as he was about to get in his car, Makhdhoom said his name.  “Adham.”  “Sarkar,” “I want to hear about his death when I am burying my daughter. Do you get that?” Now he's the real Sarkar as everyone fears. “If you can't, then kill yourself.”  Adham just nodded his head and got in as they drove to the Shad villa. *** “Fariyah my love,” Ahmed kissed the nape of neck as she wrapped her hands around him. “I am so lucky to have you in my life.”  She smiled sweetly looking at her possessive husband. Ahmed fell in love with her when his eyes laid on her. She became his addictive poison. This man would do anything for this woman who's perfectly hiding her face behind that beauty.  Fariyah pulled away slightly to look up to him, “Really?”  “Do you have any doubt?” Ahmed asked in his husky tone.  “If so, will you prove it to me?”  “Of course sweetheart.” He claimed her lips for a searing kiss as they kissed each other like hungry animals.  The smell of lust overpowered the room as it's radiating from their body. But it suddenly vanished by a sound. “f**k. No one allows me to love my wife.” Ahmed cursed as he lost his chance to have s*x with her.  “Bhabhi, may I come in?” They heard the voice from outside.  “It's that b***h, Ashrah.” Fariyah said.  “Yes, come in.” Ahmed said as he walked to the door.  Ashrah got in holding a tray in her hands. She was surprised by her brother. Because he was out of here for a few days.  “Assalamu Alaikum, bhai.” Ashrah smiled.  Without saying anything he passed by her. Fariyah smirked at her sad face.  “Hey, where is my juice?” Ashrah walked to her, “Here it is, bhabhi.” (Bhabhi- Sister-in-law) Fariyah took the juice and sipped it. The next moment she spat it out and threw the juice on her face.  “What the hell is that?” Fariyah screamed.  Ashrah did not say anything as she wiped her face. It's Fariyah's favorite hobby to torture her. Sometimes she had thrown hot coffee at her.  “Sorry, bhabhi. I will make a better one.” Ashrah mumbled.  “No, I will ask someone else. You just clean the mess.”  Ashrah stared at her.  “NOW!” Fariyah hollered and left there.  She did not know why everyone treated her like trash. She was the second daughter. But she was living worse than a servant.  She knew that God was watching everything. One day she would be free from this hell.  As she was cleaning the floor, she heard a loud sound from outside. She ran up to the noise which was heard in the next room.  She screamed at her high-pitched voice when she saw her brother was shot by someone.  Ahmed's lifeless body touched the floor as she watched it. She froze as she could not take her voice again.  Her amber eyes met his gunmetal eyes. As if, the Devil found his Queen. 
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