Women's Revenge

Chapter 6 - Episode 1

Scene 1

Ikhlas stepped out of the company, her steps heavy as she made her way toward her car, phone glued to her ear. Words flowed rapidly on the other end, while her eyes never left the road ahead.

From a distance, Emad, the company manager, appeared, his face flushed with anger and agitation. His voice pierced the quiet of the street as he raised the phone:

Emad: "You’re completely wrong! Why did you go to the company at a time like this? Don’t you know there’s a curfew now?"

Ikhlas took a slow breath, trying to steady herself:

Ikhlas: "I forgot… the flash drive had client files, and the client asked me for work data. I couldn’t respond… but it’s fine, nothing happened."

Emad shook his head, his voice full of disbelief and reproach:

Emad: "Client? Files? Are you joking, Ikhlas?"

On the balcony across the street, Nimer stood, observing every move, his eyes fixed on Ikhlas. He called out in a low voice:

Nimer: "Asad!"

At that moment, Asad and Hamama appeared on the balcony, approaching the railing and looking down at Ikhlas, who was still on the phone.

Asad: "I’ll go get her, come with me, Hamama."

Asad went down first and entered the apartment, while Hamama decided to take control of the car:

Hamama: "I’ll take the car… the Mokattam job."

Nimer remained on the balcony, his gaze unwavering. From inside the apartment, Hamama’s voice called out:

Hamama: "Come with me, Koki!"

Ikhlas stood before the car, finishing her call with Emad, his voice now calmer but firm:

Emad: "Alright, go now and text me when you arrive. Quick, Ikhlas… move immediately."

Ikhlas: "Okay, bye-bye."

Emad: "Bye."

She opened her bag, placed the phone inside, retrieved the car keys, and opened the door. She sat in the driver’s seat, reaching out to close the door—but in the next instant, Koki grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground.

He climbed into the car, and Hamama opened the door on the other side and sat beside him. The engine roared to life as they sped away, leaving Ikhlas screaming in vain.

Asad approached, slapped her across the face, and she collapsed, unconscious. Fahd picked her up, carrying her on his shoulder, while Asad took her bag, emptied its contents into his pockets, and tossed it into the street.

Nimer remained on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the scene, recording every movement in his memory—the k********g, the assault, the chaos—silent but filled with rage.

Scene Two

Ikhlas lay on the floor of the gang’s apartment, her body exhausted and her spirit shattered after the gang members violated her. She struggled to rise, every movement sending waves of pain through her. She looked at herself—her clothes torn, tears streaming endlessly from her eyes. Around her, menacing faces stared, their eyes cold, shoulders heavy with firearms, threatening every part of her fragile world.

Her gaze met Nimer’s. He stood there, his eyes locking onto hers with a terrifying intensity. A deadly smile crept across his face as he advanced, each step deliberate, his expression radiating pure cruelty.

In a swift, brutal motion, he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her violently, and flung her out of the apartment as if she were a discarded doll. Ikhlas tumbled onto the staircase, rolling painfully, every step scraping her body. Nimer slammed the door behind her and moved toward the balcony, a shadow of death observing every motion.

Silence engulfed the place, yet it throbbed with the echoes of pain and fear. Ikhlas’s face told the story of a scream that had yet to escape.

Scene Three

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Ikhlas clung to the stair, her body trembling in pain, struggling to stand, leaning against the wall for support. After a few tense moments of inner struggle, she finally managed to stand on her feet, her hand still bracing against the wall, and began to descend slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched the walls for balance.

She stepped out of the building door to find the first rays of sunlight spilling onto the street, mingling with the sharp staccato of gunfire. Security forces were chasing one of the gangs, their bullets slicing through the empty street, ricocheting and colliding with deadly precision.

Ikhlas moved cautiously, pressed against the walls, eyes darting with every sound. She lifted her gaze to the balcony and saw Nimer standing there, his automatic weapon in hand, firing into the air. The deafening cracks of gunfire made her shiver violently. She pressed closer to the wall for cover and continued her cautious descent. Her torn clothing exposed part of her chest, and she clutched it with her hand, trying to hide herself.

Glancing again at the balcony, she saw more gang members beside Nimer, shooting at the police. Some officers were hit; others fell dead instantly, blood splattering across the asphalt, the chaos filling the street.

Ikhlas watched with tear-filled eyes, fear etched across her face, her body trembling under the weight of terror. Yet she could not stop. She kept moving along the wall, trying desperately to distance herself from the shootout, each step pressing heavy against her heart, amplifying her sense of vulnerability in the face of such unrelenting violence.