Chapter 2.
946 Words
In a famous club in the city of Italy, the night was at its peak. Loud music and the smell of alcohol were spread in the hall below. On the upper floor of the club there was a private room where entry for ordinary people was not allowed.
A man sitting on the sofa was drunk with alcohol and was laughing loudly.
“Damon, Damon, Damon. He thinks he is very dangerous, very clever, right? But he does not even know who killed his men. He thinks Victor is just a small ordinary gangster, but he does not know what kind of name Victor Morini is.”
One of his men comes forward.
“Boss, Damon must be going crazy with anger right now.”
“I do not want anger,” Victor said while lifting the glass. “Victor wants to see him suffering. Just once… just once if one of his weaknesses comes into my hands. Matteo, keep an eye on him. There must be some weakness.”
“Yes boss, my men are watching him all the time.”
“Good.”
The door of the room opens and a young man enters the room.
“Come, come my brother, I have seen you after many days.”
“Brother, a ship is coming from Pakistan. I was busy preparing for that.”
A meaningful smile appeared on Victor’s lips.
“Meaning colorful goods?”
Kamal picked up the glass carelessly and took a sip.
“Special arrangement for you, brother.”
“Well done my lion.”
*. *۔ *
Pakistan it was afternoon. At the university cafeteria there was a lot of rush at that time. Haya and Sunmbal were sitting at a table. Haya was looking around again and again with restlessness.
“Haya, what happened to you? Why are you so worried like this?”
“I do not know Sunmbal, for some days I do not know why it feels like I am always in someone’s sight. Even on the road it feels like someone is following us.”
Sunmbal looked around but all the students were busy chatting. There was no suspicious person.
“It is your misunderstanding Haya, there is nothing like that.”
“Yes… maybe.”
*. *. *.
After the guests left, the three mother and daughters were sitting together. There was happiness on their faces.
Kinza said happily,
“Mom, I think they liked us.”
Amza also supported immediately,
“Why not? My daughters are so lovely.”
They were still talking when the doorbell rang.
“Who has come now? Go and see Kinza who it is.”
“Okay mom, I will see.”
She opened the door and saw a woman standing there. From her clothes and jewelry it was clear that she was a very rich woman and a big car was also standing outside the street which could not come inside their street.
“Child, is this Shaheena Begum’s house?”
“Yes aunty.”
“Okay, I want to talk to her.”
“Yes, please come inside.”
When the woman entered the drawing room, Shaheena Begum looked at her from head to toe and a smile appeared on her face.
“Yes please.”
“Are you Shaheena Begum?”
“Yes, I am Shaheena.”
“If you do not mind, I want to talk to you alone.”
Shaheena signaled the girls with her eyes and they both went inside.
The woman said,
“I want one of your daughters.”
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Shaheena Begum’s face.
“These two are my daughters. Which one are you talking about?”
“Your third daughter.”
“Third daughter? I do not have a third daughter.”
“Yes I know you do not have a third daughter, but I am talking about the girl who lives in your house… Haya.”
Hearing this name, the color of Shaheena Begum’s face suddenly changed and in her heart she became very angry at Haya.
“I am sorry, but you are mistaken. I do not know any Haya.”
A smile appeared on the woman’s lips as if she expected this answer.
The woman opened her purse and placed a bundle of notes on the table.
Shaheena Begum looked at the woman in confusion.
“Look, I know everything about your house. Who Haya is and how much you like her, how your behavior with her is. And also that the proposals of your daughters are not happening because of her.”
Lines appeared on Shaheena Begum’s forehead.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you hand that girl over to me, then this money will also be yours… and your daughters’ proposals will also remain safe.”
“And why would I do that?”
“The proposal that came to your house today, they liked your daughter. But if they see Haya, then it is possible that your daughter’s proposal may also break. So save your daughters’ happiness. And this is only advance money. After the work is done you will get double of it.”
Shaheena Begum remained silent for a few moments. In her mind money, her daughters’ proposals and the thought of Haya started going around together.
Then she took a deep breath and said,
“Okay…”
But while saying this, a strange worry and restlessness was arising in her heart.
“Okay, then this is my number.”
The woman gave a number in Shaheena Begum’s hand and said,
“I will wait for your call.”
And the woman left.
- Writer
