Submission

4

The elections had been over for a long time now and finally, today was the day for the results to be declared.

Mr Nazar Gul and his party members were all together in the electoral office waiting for the news. However, Mr Gul knew the details of their debauchery but the fact that Zafar had already taken care of it, had comforted him. Just to think of an alternative where Zafar hadn't been with him, a dreadful shiver passed through his body.

He repeatedly thanked God for sending Zafar in his life, if not, he wouldn't know how to manage all these tricky situations, which are so effortlessly managed by Zafar.

Similarly, Ghulam Ali and his team also stood on another side, waiting for the final announcement. 

An evil smile was playing over his lips as he was confident of his victory; he had planned very carefully and invested a lot borrowed money in buying the ministers off. He had prepared a winning speech as well and had ordered a three-tier cake for celebrating it. But he must wait for the formal announcement.  He was anxiously pacing the floor when his secretary informed him about the time.

The announcer started with Ghulam Ali first and when he announced the number of votes as Zero as compared to Nazar Gul's 35 votes. 

Ghulam Ali had to sit down to save himself from falling on the floor! 

Only two words rang in his mind, 

Zero and Zafar !! 

His eyes were soon bloodshot, he threw a disgusting look at his traitor party and left from there. He had never faced such humiliation before, and all this was due to a single person, Zafar! 

'I will not spare you, Zafar !' Ghulam Ali vowed to himself. 

His team was ashamed of their defeat and were unable to meet his eyes out if shame. They knew that they betrayed their leader, but Zafar hasn't left any other choice for them. 

They all knew how ruthless he was and being fearful of their lives and public image; they had to comply with his demands.

At the Gul residence, a wave of happiness was running, Mr Gul soon reached his home with his secretary and was received by his wife and daughters at the entrance.  Celebrations were running everywhere! 

Mr Gul hugged his family, and other members were showering flowers and garlands over them. 

Today was a big day for the family, Mr Gul will finally be the President of their country.  He was an honest man who has worked hard for the welfare of people.  

Everybody had high hopes towards a better future and a safer country. They were sure of it, as Nazar Gul was their leader now.

But Mr Gul's eyes were searching for a single person, without whom this feat wasn't possible,  Zafar. 

But he was nowhere to be seen. 

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Zafar was waiting for Ghulam Ali at his residence. He knew that's the only place left for him now. 

Soon,  his patience was rewarded by his appearance. 

'Mr Ali' Zafar stood up his seat and gained his attention. 

'ZAFAR ABDULLAH...HOW DARE YOU TO ENTER MY HOUSE!!' Ghulam Ali couldn't be more furious than he was then. After humiliating him in such a way, he had the gall to come and mock him! 

'Mr Ghulam, You shouldn't have tried your evil and treacherous tactics in this election, especially when I was involved. Did you really think you could play with fire and get away unscathed ?' Zafar said looking amused.

Ghulam Ali couldn't reply to his statement.  

' I had no intentions of using any foul means, but you forced me to do that', Zafar further added. 

'You have time till next election,  and this time I would sincerely advise you to work hard and play fair, you would find me most accommodating', Zafar said and finally left. 

On the table, he left the pieces of evidence against his party members, which Zafar used. 

Ghulam Ali was fuming in anger, and his rage was so intense, his whole body shook from it. Losing the elections was one thing, but making it a humiliation was another. 

Zafar had blown the horn of never-ending hostility, and he would indeed comply. 

'Zafar Abdullah, Soon you will see the ruin of Nazar Gul', he vowed. 

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When her father told them Zafar's contributions in the election, Haya felt as if she was on 9th cloud, her love for Zafar had increased many folds.

She was sure that if she tells her mother now about her affection for Zafar, she would never refuse him. How could they !! 

It was Zafar who had made it possible. Her father was now the President; She was a president's daughter.  Wow !!

But what if he refuses? 

'Noor, do you think Zafar would accept me now that I am President's daughter? ', Haya chirpingly asked her sister. 

'Well, You look OK, but intellectually are not so bright. I wouldn't do that if I was in Zafar's place ', Noor teased her sister and ran away from there, knowing she would be coming after her.

Haya ran after her brat of a sister, who never failed to pull her leg and suddenly she bumped into a wall. 

When she lifted her head, Zafar was scowling at her with a raised eyebrow.

'Zafar ' she whispered and blushed a shade deeper.

Zafar looked at this mess of a girl, who was always red somehow and turned away to leave.

'Zafar!' She called 

He turned and looked at her questioningly. 

'Thank you for Father's victory', she expressed her gratitude.  

He turned again and left without replying.  

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