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When Zafar reached the hotel, he was shocked to see the whole media over there. He could have vouched even the result day didn't have that much crowd.
He went to the backside of the hotel and took the service lift. He called a friend, who was a manager there and asked for the master key.
He ran as fast as he could and reach the room, where she was supposed to be.
Without wasting his time, he opened the door with the master key he received.
Nothing could have prepared him for the scene which was going on inside that room.
Haya was tied to the bed, almost naked. There were four men inside the room, all in their underwear. One had a video camera in his hands; he was filming everything, while the other three were keeping her restricted. Her mouth was gagged to prevent her from screaming, her torn clothes laid on the bed and floor.
Zafar closed the door behind him. He was too stunned by the picture in front of him.
'Aren't you the famous Zafar Abdullah? Hahaaahaaa. Sorry, brother, you just missed the opening scene, but you are welcome to join us. We have called our other friends as well, to enjoy this little cunt', he said and licked his lips lustfully.
Zafar slowly took out his gun and began fixing the silencer. They had to die; there was no other way out. This thing just cannot leak out. One of the guy was Ghulam Ali's son, but now it doesn't matter anymore.
He should have learned from his mistakes.
By the time those men realised what he was up to, and they came forward to attack him, but it was already too late by then.
Zafar had shot four perfect bullets straight into their foreheads, killing them on the spot.
He slowly got near, untied her hands, and removed her gag. She was a crying mess by the time he freed her. She was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
'Zafar ...thank.. you...Zafar...thaaank you', she somehow managed to say in between her violent sobs.
Her shaking body hugged him tightly, while he couldn't bring himself to hug her back and touch her naked self.
After a while, when she settled a bit, he unwrapped her arms from around his neck and made her sit on the sofa.
He handed over a bathrobe to cover herself while he called his men to clean up the mess.
Next, He was worried about the waiting media below.
Ghulam Ali was vicious enough to plan such an evil thing.
But what the hell was she doing here? And at this time? His gaze fell on her torn clothes.
Probably a date gone wrong , he thought disgusted.
He hated such girls, who give all the rights to their boyfriends, while caring none about their parents!
He called the manager and asked for a fresh set of woman clothing. Now he needed a plan to get them out of here.
Her continuous sobs eventually made Zafar to look at. She was sitting in a corner all curled up and was still crying. With the four dead bodies surrounding her, it was probably, too much for her to bear.
She cannot go out like that !!
Zafar pulled her up and took her the to the washroom, he washed her face, cleaning off the smudged mascara and lipstick.
By the time he finished cleaning, her clothes and his men, both arrived.
He asked her to change into a fresh set of garments, while he instructed his men to dispose of the bodies and destroy all the recording.
When she came out, the room was already clean; even the bloodstains were gone. All she could see now was the cleaning ladies vacuuming the carpets.
'Are you done ?' he asked her.
She nodded.
He picked up her handbag from the floor and left again for the backdoor.
But this time, it was flooded with the reporters, they clicked their pictures while the live feed was on, transmitting them to the live news channels.
Zafar quickly asked her to hide her face while he tried to let them pass.
'Mr Zafar, what are you doing with the President's daughter? '
'Aren't you ashamed of yourself ?' Someone aid.
'How could you betray your mentor like that' another commented.
'She looks underage. What kind of relationship you have with her Mr Zafar.'
Zafar was quickly trying to swim across the sea of those petty reporters, ignoring their questions. But soon, he found themselves surrounded by them, unable to move. Haya hugged him tightly and sobbed. If she breaks down now, everything would be out of control. He must act!
'SHE IS ENGAGED TO ME !' Zafar had to shout, to make them listen to him.
'And all of you present here, just get ready to face a hefty lawsuit. You have breached our confidentiality, our privacy and caused distress to ourselves and our family, by broadcasting this. Thank you. We will meet in court next time.' Zafar threatened them.
All of them fell in deadly silence. They were well aware of his track record. He had never lost a case, and this one was personal.
They silently gave them a way and returned to their own, cursing the one who tipped them off.
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By the time they reached home, everyone was sitting in the drawing-room, anxiously waiting for them and the TV was ON!
They had seen everything. Noor was also sitting there, looking sadly at her sister.
Haya slowly moved towards her father; she wanted to beg for his forgiveness.
SLAP!! SLAP!! Mr Gul had never raised a finger at his children, and today he had slapped his most beloved daughter.
'Daddy... I am sorry ', Haya cried, trying to hug him
He moved away from her and shouted,
'YOU ARE DEAD TO ME, DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME DADDY AGAIN', Mr Gul was going through intense emotions, his face was red and congested with anger.
Suddenly he caught his chest and fell on the floor.
He had a heart attack.
'Nazar! ', his wife ran to him and daughters followed, while Zafar immediately called an ambulance.
He was soon taken and admitted to the hospital's ICU.
Haya couldn't stop crying; it was all her fault. Due to her stupidity and foolishness, her family was in such a state.
She wasn't allowed by her mother to accompany them to the hospital as it would further distress her father.
So she stayed back.
Even Noor wasn't talking to her!
She cried hard that day, alone in her room, regretting her decision.
She thought that losing one's love was the most dreadful thing that could happen to someone.
How wrong she was !!
That wasn't even a fraction of what she was going through right now!
It was the darkest day of her life.
She prayed hard to God for her father's life and safety. Because she knew, even she wouldn't be able to survive, if anything happened to her father.
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Nazar Gul, regained his consciousness the next day. He was out of danger as per the doctors.
He opened his eyes to see his lovely wife, holding his hands. He smiled at her and his younger daughter.
He remembered Haya and her misfortune and closed his eyes in pain. A tear escaped his eyes, thinking about her.
'Nazar, I am sorry, I couldn't teach them proper conduct ', his wife was crying.
'It's not your fault my dear, she is the unfortunate one ', he hugged his dear wife. He knew there couldn't be a better mother for his children than her.
Suddenly Zafar entered the room with his medications.
'Zafar I don't know if I would ever be able to thank you enough ', Nazar gul was indebted to him.
He had saved his honour and his daughter's prestige.
'It's nothing Mr Gul. Just relax and take some rest. Everything has been taken care of. Don't worry.' He assured him and left.
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At home, Haya was still crying on her bed when her mother entered her room.
'Mom', Haya got up and hugged her mother.
'How could you do this Haya? You didn't even think once about your father ?' She was shocked by her daughter's behaviour.
'Mom, I was tricked into it ', Haya cried out and told her everything, starting from canteen up to Zafar's threat to the reporters.
By the time she finished, her mother was already into deep shock and tears. She had no idea that her poor daughter had been through the hell that unfortunate day. She hugged Haya and cried for her.
If not for Zafar, they were ruined today.
Her mother wiped her tears and got up with a resolve. She had to save her daughter's dignity and reputation.
She knocked on Zafar's door, who had just returned from the hospital.
Zafar opened the door to find Mrs Gul outside. She was the one to bring him home when he was out there, hungry and alone on the streets.
' Aunt, please come inside. Are you Ok? ', Zafar opened the door wider.
'Zafar I am here to ask for a favour from you ', She said in a depressed voice.
Zafar was silently observing the lady who stood in front of him. She was a strong woman, who had expressly, never believed in giving or taking favours.
'What is it you are worried about?', he asked her directly.
'Marry my Haya, Zafar. Her reputation is at stake, and so does ours.'
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