Women's Revenge

Chapter Five Episode 1

**Scene – Street in front of the Police Station – Day**

Aya, Ezzat, Talaat, Fatma, and Aisha stand in the street, hearts pounding with anxiety, their eyes fixed on the doors of the police station, waiting for Shady to emerge.

Lawyer Hassan, holding his papers, glances at his watch as sunlight glints off it, saying: "Less than an hour. I’ll finish the procedures and bring Shady to you."

Ezzat lifts his head and smiles faintly, his voice shaky: "Thank you, Mr. Hassan."

The lawyer quickly enters the station, leaving the group in tense silence, the air thick with anticipation.

Talaat places a hand on Ezzat’s shoulder, excitement in his voice: "Shady is your son, Ezzat… a hero and a man! Honestly, once he gets out safely, God willing, we have to hold the wedding as soon as possible."

Ezzat responds softly, trying to steady himself: "God willing, Talaat… and don’t be upset with me for what I said. Aya, please forgive me—anyone in my place might have said the same thing."

Talaat shakes his head bitterly: "Ezzat, Aya and Shady are both your children… What upset me is why he was sentenced to six months when everyone knows it was an accidental killing."

Aya, noticing movement in the distance, cries out: "Shady’s out!"

Shady finally appears at the station entrance. The lawyer walks beside him toward the family. Shady’s steps are steady, a mix of shock and relief etched into his posture. The lawyer smiles: "Thank God you’re safe, Shady… You know you’ve become a hero; the newspapers all wrote Shady and Aya’s story."

Shady smiles, a blend of bitterness and disbelief in his eyes: "Any guy in my place would have done what I did… but I never imagined I could kill."

He slowly steps toward Aya. Their eyes meet—her eyes shining with longing, a smile forming on her face, tears quietly sliding down her cheeks, tears of joy mingled with relief.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine shatters the quiet. Tarek drives at breakneck speed, with Khaled riding behind him, both dressed in black with masks covering their faces.

Tarek speeds past Shady, pulling a gun from his pocket, and fires a shot directly into Shady’s head.

Shady collapses to the ground, lifeless, blood staining the street. Screams erupt from Aya and the family—a cry of pain and despair, the harshest scene of their lives.

Silence follows the screams. The air feels heavy, as if time has frozen for a moment, the world reduced to a struggle between life and death.

If you want, I can create an **even more cinematic version**, emphasizing slow-motion action, inner emotions, and heightened suspense to make it feel like a thriller movie scene.

Scene Two

A few days after Shadi’s murder, Aya was walking down the street, heading home after signing her new work contract. Her steps were slow, weighed down by a storm of thoughts and memories: I used to dream of the day I would graduate… and start my life… May God bless you, Shadi… how we waited for this day together… Everything outside appeared normal, but her heart raced uncontrollably, an ominous sense of impending danger gnawing at her.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine shattered the silence. Tariq appeared, riding at a reckless speed, with his friend Khaled sitting behind him. Before she could comprehend what was happening, the motorcycle screeched to a halt in front of her. Khaled jumped off, struck her violently on the head, and she collapsed unconscious. She had no chance to resist as Khaled lifted her onto the motorcycle while Tariq mounted behind her. The wind lashed her face, and a powerless scream tried to escape her lips, but it went unheard.

Minutes passed in dark, terrifying motion. When Aya regained consciousness, Khaled noticed, took a cloth soaked with anesthetic from his pocket, and pressed it against her nose. She lost consciousness again. Everything around her blurred—the road, the scorching sun, reality itself vanished.

The motorcycle stopped in front of a small, abandoned one-story house, isolated, surrounded by a barren desert atop high mountains. Tariq dismounted and grasped Aya mercilessly, her head still resting on Khaled’s chest, who had not moved.

Tariq’s voice was low but carried a terrifying anger:

Tariq: “Bring her…”

Khaled held her in his arms as Tariq opened the door, standing watch outside with tense eyes scanning left and right. Inside the room, Khaled laid Aya on the bed. Tariq removed his mask and looked at Khaled:

Tariq: “This b***h… my brother died because of her. Get out, Khaled.”

Khaled obeyed silently, leaving the room and closing the door, leaving behind a suffocating silence.

What followed defies words. Tariq and Khaled alternated in violating Aya, and when they finished, they left her alone, engulfed in terror and shock. When she finally opened her eyes, lying on the bed, she discovered the betrayal that had befallen her, feeling the violation of her innocence. She sat up, opened the door, and stepped outside, seeing the desert stretch endlessly around her.

She re-entered the room briefly, grabbed a bottle of water, and washed the blood from her clothes. Her eyes glimmered with tears and sorrow. Her bag was untouched, everything still inside. She picked it up and exited once more, stepping into the barren desert. Every step was painful, every sunbeam burned her skin, yet she continued, driven by fear, horror, and an instinct for survival.

After a long walk under the scorching sun, she finally spotted a distant street. Its calmness felt like a breath of hope in her shattered world, her first refuge since the horrifying moments she had endured. The absence of security during the day had given people like them the opportunity to act freely, even in broad daylight