political and Love 2
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Sometimes I feel like after getting married I'll be able to understand my wife perfectly...
Because I already know exactly what wives want."
Hanzala laughed.
Ariz narrowed his eyes.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
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"I'm saying...
I already have half a wife.
Someone who can't even tolerate seeing me talk to anyone else."
The moment those words left Hanzala's mouth—
Ariz glared at him.
"I don't care.
Go.
Do whatever you want."
He turned his face away and started walking ahead.
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"Hey, Hanzala!
Are you free today?"
Inzamam approached from the opposite direction.
The moment Ariz saw him walking toward them, he turned around and shot him a murderous glare before looking away.
Even though he pretended not to care...
His ears remained focused on every single word of their conversation.
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"Yeah, I'm free."
Hanzala smiled.
"If you want, we can all go out for dinner.
Besides...
I can never enjoy eating unless there are at least five or six people with me."
He deliberately raised his voice.
Exactly as he'd intended...
Ariz became annoyed.
Without saying a word, he walked back and stood right beside Hanzala.
Hanzala hid another smile, and the corners of his cheeks flushed a soft pink.
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"Alright then.
Dinner's on me this evening."
Inzamam laughed.
"Deal."
After exchanging a few more words, he walked away.
Hanzala immediately turned toward Ariz.
"So...
Are you coming too?"
Before Ariz could answer—
A student hurried over.
"Hanzala, buddy!
Can I take a picture with you?"
"Sure."
Hanzala was about to stand beside him—
But Ariz stepped right in between them.
The student still managed to take the picture...
Though not before shooting Ariz an irritated glare.
Then he walked away.
Hanzala burst into laughter.
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"You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?"
Ariz asked, sounding genuinely annoyed.
Still smiling, Hanzala replied playfully,
> "There is no joy hidden in this tale...
Otherwise, I would never have found an excuse to tease you."
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"Go away.
Go spend time with all of them."
Still pretending to be angry, Ariz grabbed Hanzala's arm again and pulled him forward.
Hanzala continued laughing as he followed him.
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"Yawar!"
The moment Hanzala's eyes landed on Yawar Malik, he gently slipped his arm free from Ariz's grip and walked toward him.
The instant Ariz saw where he was going...
He made an irritated face.
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"Yawar, you should support me too.
Having my cousin's support would make me really happy."
Standing in front of him, Hanzala smiled warmly and gave Yawar's shoulder a friendly pat.
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"Why not, cousin?"
Yawar answered with a faint smile.
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"You and Uncle should come over to our house sometime.
You've grown so distant...
It's almost as if we were never family to begin with."
Hanzala said it lightly, almost like a complaint wrapped in affection.
Yawar looked at him quietly.
Hanzala spoke to everyone this way—
As though every person in front of him already belonged to him.
Strangely...
Yawar liked that about him.
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"I will.
Dad's just been very busy these days."
He smiled softly.
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"And you should visit too.
You hardly ever come either..."
Yawar wanted to say those words—
But before he could...
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"Isn't he your cousin?"
Ariz's voice came from behind Hanzala.
Yawar watched as a mischievous smile instantly appeared on Hanzala's lips.
It was the kind of smile that always meant trouble.
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"Of course he's my cousin.
There's no doubt about that."
Hanzala replied while trying to hide his grin before turning toward Ariz.
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"Then don't you get tired of talking to him all day long?
Even here...
You still need him?"
Ariz glared at him.
Hanzala had every intention of keeping a straight face.
He wanted to tease Ariz a little longer.
But he couldn't help it.
He laughed.
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"You know what?
Stay with him then.
And listen carefully—
If you come after me now...
I swear I'll beat you up right here in front of everyone."
Seeing Hanzala laugh only made Ariz even more jealous.
Grinding his teeth, he issued the threat before turning around and walking away.
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"Ariz!
Come on... at least listen to me!"
Hanzala called after him.
But in reality...
Before following him, he paused for just a single moment.
Ariz had made a threat.
And Hanzala knew from years of experience—
Whenever Ariz said he would do something...
He actually did it.
And the last thing Hanzala wanted today...
Was to be beaten up by Ariz in front of the entire university.
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The two of them had grown up together.
They had studied in the same schools since childhood.
Their fathers were close friends.
And both boys had lost their mothers at a very young age.
Although Hanzala was a year older...
Ariz's childish nature often made him seem much younger than he really was.
Yet he only ever showed that childish side to two people—
His father, Haider...
And Hanzala.
Because he knew...
Those were the only two people in the world who would patiently tolerate all his moods and tantrums.
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Hanzala, on the other hand, loved talking.
He thrived in crowds.
He was the kind of person who laughed easily...
And made everyone around him laugh too.
That was why people naturally gathered around him wherever he went.
Ariz was completely different.
He had a fiery temper.
Even though he loved Hanzala more than almost anyone else...
The smallest things were enough to make him angry with him.
Still...
He also knew something Hanzala never failed to prove.
No matter how upset Ariz became...
Hanzala would always be the one to come back and make peace with him.
Neither of them had any real interest in politics.
But Hanzala had grown deeply disappointed with the condition of his country.
He wanted to change the system.
He wanted to fight the evil that had become part of everyday life.
Ariz, however, had no such ambitions.
He was content with his own life.
Because of that...
He had never truly understood the pain other people lived with.
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It wasn't that Hanzala himself had suffered greatly.
Rather...
He listened.
He paid attention to the stories of others.
He often sat beside his father, Ayub, discussing the state of the country and everything that was happening within it.
The desire to become the university leader hadn't been born on its own.
It was Ayub who had inspired him.
And Hanzala had accepted that responsibility with all his heart.
Now...
He wanted to bring real change to his university.
He wanted peace to replace fear.
He wanted students to feel safe.
He wanted to stand against drugs, violence, and injustice.
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Hanzala dreamed big.
One day...
He wanted to become a surgeon.
Not for fame.
Not for wealth.
But so that he could treat the poor free of charge.
He was a courageous young man—
Someone who never backed away from hardship...
Someone who knew how to face difficulties head-on.
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"I can never bring myself to honor falsehood.
If my tongue offends you, then buy locks for it."
The headquarters of the IBI (Intelligence Bureau of Investigation) was located inside a towering high-rise building.
From the outside, the place looked completely ordinary and peaceful. There was nothing on the building that hinted at the sensitive work being carried out within its walls.
Inside, however, was an expansive operations hall where officers from different divisions worked tirelessly. Every department had its own designated office, allowing each unit to focus on its specialized responsibilities.
At one end of the floor sat the Director of the IBI, overseeing every operation. Mounted in front of him was a massive digital screen displaying real-time intelligence and reports on events unfolding across the world.
Elsewhere, intelligence officers were busy gathering, processing, and analyzing information from countless sources. Their computer monitors were filled with international news feeds, classified intelligence reports, satellite updates, and operational briefings.
A separate section of the building housed the Bureau's Technology Division, where cyber specialists and technical experts used advanced computer systems to collect, decrypt, and analyze intelligence.
The headquarters itself was only one part of a much larger intelligence network operating across the globe.
The Chief Director's office was located in a private, highly secure section of the building.
The moment the door opened, a spacious and meticulously organized room came into view.
Black-and-white paintings hung neatly on the walls, symbolizing strength, discipline, and determination.
One wall was occupied by an enormous bookshelf filled with intelligence manuals, classified reports, and strategic publications related to the Bureau's work.
Opposite it stood a large filing cabinet where Chief Haider kept confidential documents, operational files, and sensitive reports.
Another wall displayed several framed family photographs—rare glimpses into the personal life of a man who spent most of his days protecting his country.
Behind a large wooden desk sat Chief Haider himself.
Modern technological equipment covered the desk, while a computer monitor glowed before him, displaying multiple classified reports and intelligence briefings.
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