~TORN APART~ ch 23 * updated!* 17/7 - Page 58

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~ Chapter 22 ~

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~ Chapter 22 ~

Jodha POV

" murderer?" the word echoed around my ears endlessly , no it isn't possible he's bluffing I'm sure of it I say to myself trying to calm down. He stood planted on the spot , staring out not looking back. After the disturbing silence waved out

" does it hurt , your hands ?" he said in his usual mocking manner , though he seemed disgusted , I wanted to look back to see my hands but I didn't had to because I could feel it , blood running freely from the wrist of both my hands. Making it feelingly numb , I closed my eyes for a sec as I winced in pain I bit my lip to stop myself from wincing in pain more. " it's sickening to look at " he says clearly disgusted. started walking away , and up the black stairways , he twisted the door knob and said " you'll see him soon.. taking his last breath" he hissed and left slamming the door , leaving me in frozen horror.

Jalal POV

My eyes opened in a jerk , breathing heavily I look around my room in a sudden desperation. My breathing became fainter as I relaxed my back against the wall as well as my head. Closing my eyes, trying to get a bit of sleep the least , I was too scared to go to sleep waking up from countless nightmares. I let out a shaky breath , behind my closed eyelids flashed jodha.. dad.. bakshi..' I won't loose jodha not her... I can't loose her like I did with dad and bakshi. I hesitantly get up , pulling out my phone from my pocket to see the time 5:25 knowing I won't be able to go to sleep any time soon. I walk into the balcony , the chilly air sliced me like a knife as I shuddered. Only to remember that today was the day my dad died all because of me. No matter how hard , how much others say it was not my fault part of me felt I was being lied to. 8 years had past... since dad died.. 8 years past since bakshi died both died because of me. Even in those years.. I pretended to be less seemingly hurt and pained I've heard what people outside of my family have said.

" He killed his father!"

" He killed an innocent woman!"

Those same people gave me their fake sympathy, lying to me multiple times assuring me that it wasn't my fault that they have died. It was this that drove me away from my family the two years after their death. Those two years I learned to keep my distance, lie to them as much behave my fake harshness to everyone. I was scared to have them near me. even in these 8 years i kept them away but i only went out from my harsh nature. If I lost jodha.. I would go back to the way I was.

But though in that two years and I only had Abdul near me , I couldn't push him away just yesterday he had called me by knowingly that it was tomorrow the day my dad died. I couldn't help but break down I explained everything that was going on. To Abdul's horrors he was in a shock of everything that had happened to Jodha. He had assured me in his best way he could concluding that he and the others would be returning to India as soon as they are able to. Breaking my chain of thoughts someone knocked on my door. I turn around and walk towards the door and opening it hesitantly only to see Adham Bhai staring back at me with concern and a worrying look.

" you alright jalal?" he says worriedly as he observed my face.

I nod , not bothering much to talk my throat was parched , rough as ever. His eyes still on me he gives me an uneasy look as he looks down.

" I know" I whisper

His eyes shot back up meeting my eyes with his, his eyes softened. I felt the tears stinging my eyes I tried to look as firm as I can but it was adham bhai I was with. I knew he could see right through me, " how long?" he asked in a chocked voice, I look at him in confusion as if his words made no sense to me.

" what do you mean?" I ask him.

" how long will you think that you are the reason for their death?" adham asked me, his eyes were strained with pain as he gazed at me longingly. All I could do was stare at him , as coldness welled up in me.

" ... as long as I live" I reply barely whispering , he gazed at me for a little while as tears glazed his eyes , blinking multiple times to get rid of them he turns around to leave but stops and says

" when will you understand jalal? No one believes that " he says sharped with rage. " No one bloody believes that anymore!" he said that last sentence half shouting and left, leaving me gazing at the now empty corridor.

" You know nothing!" I say before slamming the door shut.

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Rahim POV

As I drive along and toward the Mohammad Mansion, I glance at the file above my steering wheel as it rests there slightly fluttering side to side along with car's movements.

~ Flashback

Couple of hours ago...

As I enter the quite Mansion of the Rajputs , not a single soul around , I fidget with my collar and walk along and inside the narrow doorway. Hoping to bump into at least one living soul but to my disappointment no one was in the living room. I frown and stand there , looking ahead when my eyes shot up and turned behind in an instant startling surya who's eyes widened.

" sorry.. didn't mean to startle you" I say sympathetically , at surya who still looked startled at my sudden movements. He smiles uneasily

" no it's quite alright" he replies. "Sorry to keep you waiting you asked me a question last night by text um.. yeah I'll tell you I guess what I saw that night but why so?" he says coming out of his startled expression. I gently nod " it seems that someone was keeping an eye on Miss Rajput for a while , well enough to follow her to the mohammad mansion.. so someone must have been here to follow her from here to there right?". I ask , he looked at me slowly nodding to what I've said. " That night Miss Rajput came here , first time in this year am I correct?". He nods yet again " Mr Rathore I need you to tell me everything that took place that night...". I say in a brooding tone.

1 hours later...

I stiffen away from the CCTV camera computer, as I put a pause on the video "Who is he?" I whisper surya looked lost at what he was seeing , the paused picture of him and a man who was most probably in his late 20s bumped into surya.

"What of him?" surya asked in great confusion , as he looked at me , this man was the person that kept an eye on her. He was here , watching her but who is he? And how is he related to jalal?. " Mr. Rathore who is he? Do you know who he is?" I ask in a firm desperation my voice raised from my whisper. He glanced at the man in the paused video

" no" he said quietly " I... that's the first time I've seen him ." He says slightly panicked by my sudden look , it took me a second to realise I was glaring at him, I blinked as relaxed my eyes.

" I've seen him.. precisely the day jodha went missing" a voice came behind us , I looked behind to see rithik staring right at the screen, his eyes filled with rage with a deadly glare he stared. Before I could ask him anything he said " In the morning of that day , Jodha, Surya and I went downtown to this newly opened caf to have a little time out . this man was talking to Jodha privately , for some reason she looked really disturbed though I didn't pay much attention to them, she came over said she had to go to the Mohammad mansion urgently and she left just like that." He said solemnly. I glanced at him and back the screen.

~ end of flashback.

As I walk down yet another hallow feeling hallway , both house had the same unwarming heatwave. I let out a sigh of tiresome , before I went into the Grand living room I remember what one of the servants had reminded me. Today was the 8^th year death anniversary of Humayun Mohammad , as far I have seen and been told his life was filled with prosperity and ever so much of goodness was filled in one single soul. At one day his life came to such a tragic end, who would've ever thought that would have happened. Suddenly tension rose up in me , making my stomach curl in anxiety. I take a deep breath to the living room and found , jalal's brother sitting next to and elderly woman dressed in white , her face drained out of colour but still had a faint smile on. Adham's face lit up seeing me , he said something to his mother as he stands up to come towards me. I walk up to him and the elderly woman who smiled at my presence. That smile, suddenly made me feel good and found myself smiling back at her.

" Salaam " adham says greeting

" wasaalam " I reply in the same manner.

" how can I help you Sir?" he asks softly with much respect filled in his voice.

" I have to speak with Jalal , its rather important" I reply , he slowly nods.

" actually he went out he said he had to speak with the CCTV operators he told me to tell you that he will be back with a hard CD " he says in an apologetic tone.

" Oh I see, thank you I apologise for disturbing on this day" I reply in the same tone he used for me.

" don't be " he said in a gentle voice, I hesitantly nod. " Jalal had said if you could wait for him in the patio , or his room or right here".

" I think the Patio sounds like a fine idea I need to get some fresh air " I say choosing a place.

" good choice" he replies softly laughing.

And with that I excused myself and went towards the patio , pulling out my phone with my free hand to check the time it was 1:17 in the afternoon. The time went by quickly today I thought as I went outside the fresh air ruffled my hair. As I walked out more , the place was luxuriously beautiful I seat as I close my eyes for a second I heard a feminine voice say from the wall behind me.

" Dad please! You've got to be kidding could you not!" said a girl whose voice I immediately recognised. Shalini of course.

" well It's about time don't you think, when will you get married?" the man asked her impatiently , I cocked my head to the right to see , shalini and well I suppose that should be her dad. They shared their similarities.

" Dad I'd appreciate it , if you didn't nag me about this every then and now!" she snapped at him.

" I am not nagging! I want you married soon shalini!" he says his voice sharped.

" You speak as if you are going to rishta me right now! Dad can we not talk about this right now right this day that wouldn't be quite appropriate now would it." She says correcting her dad's talks. Should I be eavesdropping on this right now? I thought to myself hearing all of this I felt a hint of jealousy which of course I ignored. I pull my head away just incase they notice me pretending to go through the files but I couldn't help but listen more before going into the main patio.

" Dad please!! This certainly isn't the time and you know it!" with that I heard the coming towards my way. With a sudden panic I pretend to be walking from the door , my concentration on the file which was on my hand and walk towards the main patio. My eyes scanned the file information but none of the words made sense to me at that point but soon enough I nearly bumped into Shalini who passed me a surprised look. " Rahim?" she says enlightened, before I could greet her her dad suddenly said.

" is this your boyfriend shalini?" he asks happily, I felt taken aback and looked over to Ruthshalini who flushed in shades of red, she looked slightly embarrassed by her forwardness of her dad.

" No!" she snapped at him . " Dad I think Adham bhai jaan is calling you I think you should leave !" she says quickly sending him off. Her dad hesitated , willingly wanting to talk to me shalini send him off in a hurry before running back to me. " I am so sorry my dad is just".

" No it's fine " I say trying to calm her down, I softly chuckled at her blushed face.

" are you looking for jalal?" she inquires, as I gently nod. " please take a seat" she says guiding me to a seat in the main patio, as I seat down she seats herself in the chair across mine and smiles. In a moment of silence occurred and nether of us spoke , I had a feeling that we both were thinking about humayun mohammad's death. " it's just not fair is it?" she says quietly , I look up in confusion about what she was going on about.

" what do you mean?" I ask her feeling a little lost.

" of all things that happened to one single soul.. all of the pain " she says looking afar , her voice fragile. It took me a second to realise she was reffering to jalal, and I found myself agreeing to her. Now I may not have known the royal mohammad family personally , before than this but I've heard it all around. I remember people feeling sorry for the royal mohammad family, I remember feeing sorry for jalal itself even though I never knew him. I feel selfish now thinking about it , how I thanked that it wasn't me that went through that.

" the worst things in life come free to us" I say quietly.

" but it's just not fair... two years after their death he changed so horrifyingly I despised him! I hated him so much in that two years" she says her voice trailing off , but there was an sharpness in her tone. Even though this has nothing to do with me , I wanted to know what really had happened other than, the things I've heard. " what am I doing telling this right? " she says looking back at me.

" I want to know" I say , for some reason I felt like this could some how relate to this case. Just that odd feeling. " I do not know why but I feel like the person that's behind all of this, is coming from the past... just that odd feeling" I reply , I found that my voice had an edge to it. Shalini's eyes slightly widened.

" coming from the past you say?" she says her eyes brooding and lost.

" it's just my instinct... This is all related to Jalal's past clearly they did not do this for the sake of capturing Miss. Rajput it just doesn't make any sense. Otherwise if they did do it for the sake of ransom I doubt they would delay it, this is all related to Jalal somehow." I reply to her confusion, her eyes relaxed just a bit, but alertness was seen. " two years... what happened in those two years?" I ask her in solemnly , because as far as I know , jalal had been the most cruellest person the business industry had known. Maybe an extreme enemy formed from that period of time.

" after their death , Jalal blamed himself for it not just him other people who were associated with his dad from the industry had blamed him too. This you could say drove Jalal insane he couldn't take it anymore I remember he was so scared... to come near us those people drove him away from us". She says her voice sharped , which suddenly made me think that she had never spoken like that. This shalini who remembered the past , clearly disgusted continued. "And after that you know what happened.. For two years after their death he hardened pushed everyone away... every one. All of his cruel behaviour was too much I despised him so much! I hated his presence around me around anywhere." She spoke the last sentence like she spat out poison, I couldn't blame her about despising him. As far as I have heard Jalal had been a horror to be with in those two years , even in being that horror he had gained back the mohammad industry's reputation having it climb back into the charts at such a young age. Though people were scared of him , everyone admired him he was only 18 or 19 at that age, managing college and the industry was a big ask. " I remember that one night where he had been lost in alchohal , he broke down infront of the house... he cried so hard I'll never forget it... he never wanted to push us away , he said he was too scared to have us come near him. All of my hatred faded away at that moment , though as jalal had been my same cousin brother I knew ... and then you know what happened after that he changed for the better , everyone had no fear against him nothing." She said smiling , as I returned the smile but soon enough that smile faded away as a troubled look flashed across her face. "What if something does happen to jodha after all, and jalal goes back into the cruel self?" she says her voice scratched and frail.

"I promise you that will not occur again " I assuring her. "I also know that Jalal won't let anything happen to Miss. Rajput I can see that...and being in charge of this case it is my duty to protect them both... Being the hero slash a shield "I say the last part just for sarcasm , as she laughs softly.

" self-praising is quite a popular thing now isn't it?" she says giggling.

"Just putting that out there!" I say putting my hands up in defence. She smiled and giggled which seemingly beautiful smile she had. She stands up , as I follow her movement in confusion.

" you are quite assuring aren't you?" she says her smile ever so genuine. " thank you" she says as she takes her leave and goes inside of the house. I stare at the file again in my hand the words that seemed senseless made sense to me again. As I laughed a little in the inside , thinking that had never happened before a girl making me feel like that even for a second.

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Jalal POV

As I come nearer to the main patio , hoping that Rahim would be there I walk along holding the disc in my hand. A drew in a shaky breath I was tired.. and eyes were drowning in weight and my head felt light as ever making me feel dizzy. I continue along and reach the main patio to see Rahim going through a file , thoughtfully. Before I could speak , I coughed up making Rahim aware of my presence, as his eyes shot up. As I coughed up a bit more , my throat felt more scratchy. He looked at me with concering and troubled eyes.

" you don't look good at all" he says worriedly.

" I'm fine " I managed to say after coughing.

" yeah I highly doubt that... you don't like you slept at all" he says in the same tone.

" what makes you think that?" I ask him in a scratchy tone.

" Jalal your eyes... They're.. red " he says as he comes forward his eyes observing mine with a little horror.

" I'm fine really!" I say again trying to change the topic, " I've got the hard disc of the security camera viewing so shall we ?" I ask him,

he nods and says" speaking of which... I went to the Rajput Haveli this morning and checked the security camera's there... there has been a person watching Miss. Rajput... I have a screenshot of it but let's watch it first." He concludes ,

Anxiety thickened in my stomach as I slowly nod. And walk up ahead expecting him to follow me , as we both make our way to the theatre room. As we arrive in the theatre room , a usual chill brush past me , I signal Rahim to take a seat . As I bend over and open up the hidden DVD player just under the wide screen, I take out the hard disc with slightly shaky hands and place it in. I didn't check the video because I was in a hurry though I wanted. I felt heat rising up my body, as it only made my tension to grow even bigger. I take a shuddering breath as I withdraw my hand and walk back to where Rahim was seated with the remote in my hand. I played the video , fast forwarding the usual mornings , people coming in and out , cars coming in and out. As I fast forward it even more, there. Jodha coming into the house , though her face was seen for a little bit my eyes , my heart suddenly relaxed to see her. She was shoving something into her jeans pocket, and climbed up the flight of stairs, about now you could only see the top of her head. And then Javeda babhi talking to her, and they were laughing and smiling. That smile I thought...

" Jalal fast forward it to the bit , where Anaya bumps into that person" Rahim says , his voice filled with anticipation. With a single nod , I press the fast forward button and pause in a jerk, when I see jodha running out. And slow down the pace , and play it jodha running off , one of her hand balled into a fist wiping the tears off I assumed. Which to see this , made me flinch and slightly look away,

" Pause it!!!" Rahim says half shouting , without even looking at the screen in a panic I pause it. Before I could even look up, to see the screen Rahim says " who is this?", I slowly look up to the screen my eyes widened, I flinched and I heard myself suck in a breath. " Jalal who is this?" Rahim asks again , there was edge to his voice.

" Usman..." I say as I blinked and stared uncertain to what to say to this, my eyes fixed on the screen, my mouth opened , trying to form some kind of reply , but failed miserably. " I don't understand " I whisper as my eyes still glued to the screen .before I had more time to react Rahim spoke out.

" this was the same person who Surya.. I mean Mr. Rathore saw that night , where Him and Miss Rajput were supposedly engaged... not only Mr.Rathore had seen him to make this more precise Miss rajput's brother had seen him talking to Miss. Rajput the same day she went missing. He said that it was after their talk , she went to the Mohammad Mansion and here we are... Jalal who is Usman and how is he related to you?". He says in an alarming voice.

While I felt the heat rise up my face , though I felt chilly my head felt lighter than before as I grit my teeth my heart tightens. " He... He's my servant..." I say as I stood dumbfounded, motionless in disbelief. It almost felt as if my brain reeled out and out of behaviour leaving me nothing to react just standing still , as I thought coldly. Why would. He.. I felt the heat rise up face , as anger took over disbelief. As both my hands strikingly tightend.

" your servant?" he says in lost sort of way. I nod as I promptly look away and toward Rahim. " what was your history with him?" he asks in a brooding tone.

" There isn't any history to go with it... he was my servant and that's it... I never did anything cruel or harmful to him... " I say , completely lost in the void.

"Then he is working with that person.. Just watching you guys... and when he saw a good chance he took advantage of your absence and followed Miss. Rajput." He says his slightly wandering off contactless. " Jalal I assume you must have his phone number?" he says his eyes meeting with mine , there was something different about him. He wasn't the playful and casual inspector I've seen. But rather a brooding one, I nod to his question before I answer.

" Yeah.. I do.." as I was going to say more.

" Give it to me! And what's his full name?" he says quickly.

" uh yes! And it's Usman Shiekh " I say slightly staggering off , as I draw my phone out and go through the contact list discreetly trying to find the number, and in the anticipation I went way off and found it atlast and passed my phone to him. He grabs it and types it down onto his phone as he stands up more straight and passes it back to me.

" Jalal.. there's something about this guy.. I've seen him before but I can't put my finger on it" he says annoyed at himself. Before I could react and reply he cuts off and says " Listen I'm going go and talk to Daniyal, I need him to search him up so if you don't mind can I use your study room?" he says alarmingly.

" yeah.. yeah you can " I say , as I lead him out and he was already on the phone talking as he makes his way to the study room. As I stiffen , and recall his words " Jalal.. there's something about this guy.. I've seen him before but I can't put my finger on it"which made me flinch in fear. I walk back to room , still wondering why Usman out of all people would do this?. What was it that him do this?.

" Jalal..?" a frail voices calls out for me, a I look back to see Ammi , standing behind me with a worried look across her face. She looked paler than she actually was, but there was that fragile ever so delicate smile dancing across her lips.

" Ammi are you okay do you need anything?" I ask her , her paleness was staring to worry me it wasn't a normal kind of paleness but almost a dangerous to health kind of paleness, she simply swinged her head from side to side signalling a no.

" No.. nothing at all , I wanted to talk to my son " she says

" of course.. maybe we should go to you room , while you can rest " I say already , placing my arm around her and guiding her to her room.

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After I had made her comfortably sitting on her arm chair, as I place myself on the arm chair opposite her. And look over to , see her wearing a worried expression. " Ammi what's wrong? And you look so tired awfully tired" I say as I observe her.

" Jodha... tell me what's happening" she says her voice slightly trailing off. Waiting for me to reply . I just stared at her, thinking if I should tell her everything no matter how much I want to tell her everything. I know I couldn't I just can't.. considering how fragile she already looks , It seems if I told her everything she would just fall apart. And maybe it was a part of me , that did not want to confess the fact that it's me.. it was my fault jodha's in such a awful situation. I felt like If I said that she would despise me , but I knew how much of that wasn't true it was just my excessive thoughts. My mother would never hate me, even if I wanted her to loath me as much as she can, she can never bring herself up to it. " Jodha... she will be fine I will bring her back and this I promise to you Ammi" I say in a quite determined voice. Her worried look uplifted from her face as she smiled and said.

" of course... I know you will Jalal"

As I look back up , I notice that she looked so much more paler than just before , which only made me more anxious. " Ammi.. have you been taking you medications properly you look awfully pale and tired?" I say alertly as my eyes wander around her face.

" and what about you? You look pale yourself " she retorts back quietly.

" Ammi..." I begin my sentence soon enough she opens her mouth signalling me to stop though it she signalled politely.

" Jalal I know what your going to say , but son I'm growing old... this is the nature of it yes I grow more tired and weak. But that shouldn't stop you from growing lively and stronger. Whatever happens Jalal Don't go back to what you were... " she says in a feather like voice. What I was.. two years after their death.. I stole those two years from myself the two years meant nothing even unknowingly to them 8 years from that day I've still kept my silent distance they just didn't know. It was the nature of things , 8 years and I still kept them away because that fear in me never died,. " Don't go back to the past.. I know you don't want to hear this.. but hear me out one last time". I didn't want to hear it.. nothing about it just hearing about it made me feel tight and sick. I know, I knew I was being lied to though when my ammi said it , it all seemed like I had no part in it like it wasn't my fault after all. " Jalal the present is far to precious to be wasting it on , living in the lies of the past.. you know it isn't true. You had no part in their death and I know it. No matter what others say , don't loose yourself again in their senseless talks, I've said this... you were simply framed of it , nothing else. You've heard the police talking it almost doesn't make any sense you.. someone framed you and you know it "

A part of me , wanted to scream out and say it was all lies! No one framed me No one. It was just a way to calm me down this was the reason I never want to talk about things like this. It made me feel even more guilt trapped, the more I listened to it the more I fear I will go back to the way I was in that two years where else now when I think about how cruel my nature was . Pushing everyone away , keeping them in arm length because I was afraid, someone would end up dead under the hands of me. Watching them die , and dead before me was unbearable pain. 8 years and that fear burns me till now, I just didn't show it pretending like everything is okay and everything had changed. Still keeping everyone away ,, hurt. , I didn't say anything , just stared down, as I let out a shuddered breath as I was going to reply something. The door knocks as we both look into the direction of the door. Where Adham bhai stood , and Rahim behind him.

" He wants to see you Jalal" Adham bhai said as he moves away , I saw Rahim slightly looking down and when he saw me looking right at him. He straightened , and cocked his head to the right signalling me to come out. I pay my leave to Ammi and Adham Bhai , and walk out behind Rahim he didn't stop he went ahead and straight to the study room. And we when he finally got there , as I close the door behind me quietly. He turned round , as I gazed at his troubled looking face which made me feel lost and troubled along with his expression.

" What is it?" I ask him , as I refer to his troubled look he looks midway his eyes gazing out. The troubled look on his face grew more as it made me feel suddenly anxious. " What happened?" I ask as I slightly raise my voice.

" Jalal..." he began and he stopped almost as if he is unsure what to say, the space between his eyebrows cringed growing out his troubled look even more. " Jalal... I've had him researched up of his identity, I knew I had seen him before..." he said suddenly stopping , my heart tightened in a forceful strain as I felt nervous with where he was going. " Jalal... Usman is not who he said he was" he says in a quite solemn voice. What did he mean by that? I thought as I blinked at him in confusion. " Usman Sheikh does not exist under his identity ... His real name is Haider Tahir " he says his voice broodily thickened. I stood still, staring at him Haider Tahir I've heard of that name before but where. My mind was nowhere to think properly as I stood planted on the ground. " Jalal.. he is a high ranked criminal.. He's part of a Terrorist Guild". I heard myself suck in a breath as his words floated around me , coldness welled up as I stood rooted on the ground. My mind playing around with his words. Rahim across the room stared at me , and I stared back nothing else. Yet I could feel my pulse beating in my ears. Blocking out all other sound expect the sound of my breath raggedly moving in and out. No this can't be happening , this is not happening , it doesn't make any sense what so ever.

" No... That's not possible.. " I whisper between my now fainted breathing, with the look on rahim's face I knew he wasn't lying . " Oh god.. Oh god" I repeat , Jodha.. no she couldn't be was she dead? was I surviving on a hopeful lie. No she.. she's alive or was she?..' He's part of a Terrorist Guild . This is not happening , this is such a unrealistic situation I lie to myself. My hand let out a tremble , as I could hear Rahim's footsteps coming towards me as I took a step back. " Is... She... dead?" I stagger as I look down on my hands and up Rahim.

" I can not tell you that.. but we won't bail out till we find out " he say his voice slightly wearing off the brooding tone he usually used.

" She's... dead isn't she?... they killed her " I say as I stammer I could no longer control my hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm as I felt the colour draining from my face, a feeling of dread crept up from my stomach a cold wave embalmed up me as I staggered off sitting on the chair behind me, I sat paralyzed.

" Jalal.. you never know... I do not think that Miss. Rajput is dead it would make absolute no sense what would they want from her?" he asked me , his words just floated around me but I made sense of it. Sudden rage rose up myself as I stood in a jerk..

" WHAT could they want from her? THEY ARE TERRORISTS, ! They could have done anything!" I shout at him , my voice on a sharp edge.

" shouting like that won't help anything! You're caught in fear think about it!! Jalal these people wanted revenge for something you did to them! They are just using Miss.Rajput. " he says half shouting back at me.

" terrorists.. " I whisper to him as he looked at me in a startled confusion, my involvement 8 years ago. The reason.. dad's death these words echoed through my mind. " Terrorists.." I whisper again.

" What is it? What about it?" he asked quickly.

" My dad's death.. " I whisper again. There was a long silence among us something told me he understood what I meant with those two words. I let out a staggered breath No not again.

Rahim POV

Terrorists , My dad's death I recall these words as he said it, it was moments later I realised what he was thinking ofcourse why hadn't this thought occurred to me earlier. the false terrorism involvement of the royal Mohammad family . Well though a lot of people at that believed that the Royal family did have a part in this involvement. It was almost as if it was the only thing everyone talked about. The reason Humayun Mohammad died.. I felt a pinch of guilt as I stared back Jalal who stood frozen. Fear was seen on his face , his hands trembling at his sides. He was drained out of colour , looking ever so pale. He was terrified , I myself didn't know if Miss. Rajput was still out there alive he was right these people could have done anything. the number he provided , no longer existed and here we are at a full stop. There was nothing I could do , I felt ashamed of myself. I felt so utterly helpless was he right ? was she dead? Had they killed her?.

" Jalal.." I began quietly . " Listen to me... " I look back at him , he looked feared but there was something I noticed about his fear. That usually when someone feels fear , it shuts them down but jalal , fear doesn't shut him down. There was something in his eyes , that was almost dreaded with anger and hate. Fear provoked him.

" enough is enough! I won't see another life dead infront of my eyes , especially not her.." with that he went out , leaving me staring at behind him. He believes it , he believes that she is alive out there. And maybe she is.. I thought as I went behind him.

Jodha POV

I grunt and rest my head down as I stare up the celing, as I thought the look in these people's eyes made my blood run cold. The main leader he looked more and more familiar , he looked like he was in his late 20s. his hair black as ink yet there was strips of brown not as visiable. His eyes light brown filled with so much hatred and anger. So much of hatred and anger in one soul, he was masculine always wearing a black jacket, tattoos running up and stopping midway of his neck. Who was he? There was something about him that made him so familiar. there were only two people that would come to me and that was their leader I supposed and... Usman.. . I had found out this just today morning. He was working with them this entire time.. he was watching us this entire time. He bought me here , he too wanted to kill Jalal for the sake of his Leader. Why were these people so desperate?. I need to get out of here as soon as I can, but I knew that wasn't exactly possible. I grunt again , as pain shot up from every inch of my body.

Someone was coming from upstairs, my breathing fastened as I tried to have it fainter as I hold in my breath. I slightly broke out in cold sweat ,as I shut my eyes tight. I was terrified.. I heard the door creak open as two people from the sound of it. My heart was on tightened in such a way , I found it difficult to breath , still I kept my eyes shut tight to stop myself even from stinging in tears.

" oh does it hurt more now?" the leader said , as he laughed, " honestly Haider that seems a little harsh don't you reckon?... loosen the hand knot a little actually infact loosen the entire rope a little we don't want her dead before he gets here now do we? " he asked Haider in a mocking sarcasm.

" But of course.. " he says I open my eyes , as he comes towards me Haider ( usman) , he looked younger than he was now. He was limping , as he walked.

" hmm you do that.. I'll get going " he says making his way up to the black stairs , he stops and turns around as he rests on the guide railing on the stairs and looks right at me. " you love him don't you?.. won't be too long until you despise him and want him dead" he spits of that sentence like poison and looks at me , as he points a finger at me. " Let's see if you still would want to be with someone who had taken the lives of two who loved him dearly" with that he leaves shutting the door behind him in a jerk as the metal on metal clashed together.

Taken the lives of two who loved him dearly .

you love him don't you?.. won't be too long until you despise him and want him dead

These sentences left me , astounded in a terrifying way I felt my blood retreating from my head as I go numb. I felt no more questions were to be asked by myself , as my mind was flooded with questions. I felt drowned in anxiety mixed in fear, my head throbbed against my head. My shoulders propped itself down as if it had given up. I can't take this anymore.

" hmmm.. are you alright mam?" he says emphasizing on the word mam , just like the way he used to call address me.

" Don't come near me " I warn him I say emphasizing each word loud and clear.

" Just shut up" he says coming toward me more. He starts working on my ropes loosening it a little I turned my face away from him so nothing of his skin touches mine. He laughed as he saw my wrists.

" look at you bloodied hands! They look filthy well Master Jalal won't be pleased " he says in a cocky manner. He started working on them , as he without any care yanks the sides , I felt the rope that was sticking on my hand tear away painfully. As I whimpered and let out a cry, " My dearest apologies " he says in fake sympathy.

" hmm I might as well let you out for a while " , he yanked the entire rope to himself as I cried out in dreadful pain. Though I screamed I still didn't cry no matter how much I wanted to. I let out a shaky breathe , as I gasped for air as I unravel my hands from behind almost too scared to look at them. I bring them up to my eye level and stare at shockingly. The wrists of both my hands had a blackish mark around it where the ropes were. Leading down , were blood some were still runny but most of them were dried up against my skin and my nails. I stared at in in disgust , it was sickening to look at.

I do not know why , but my hands jerked and reached for his jacket grabbing an long dagger as I kicked down the chair at the same time and moved back swiftly . as I fist around the dagger's hold, as I straightened my back and my head just like I was taught for years. He looked at me firstly surprised, but his face went to neutral as he came towards me less limping , I heard his metal foot clash with hard floor a sign he was about to get aggressive, swiftly taking out an another dagger from his back. Why did I do this I wonder to myself frustrated, he attacks as we both trading feints , and parries he was with a lightening speed , almost impossible for me to follow. He takes a step around an imaginary circle. As I step the other way. I held the dagger firmly in between my thumb and my index finger , readied and swiped at Haider. But he was ready for me and parried my attempts to gut him . he pushed me backwards with a quick. I hit the wall with a jerk causing it shot up more pain , but I advanced forward as I coiled with anger , I swing it in a pace at his head , as he dodges it and holds my wrist the hand which is holding the dagger as I grunt in pain. " Argh" I glare at him as he glares back at me , with a vicious overhand motion I strain free from his grip and stab the long dagger into his shoulder back. He screams in pain , but then laughter is followed by after the pained scream as I look at him confused. With my wrist still on the stabbed dagger , he grips on it even tighter making me cry out in pain , he pulls the dagger out as I drop the dagger on the ground. I wriggle my wrist in his strong and strained grip, with his right arm he swings it at me aiming for my stomach and with the harsh hit. I get pushed back with wall as I lie there, coughing having my hand on stomach as I look up to him on my side. My breathing ragged, sweat dripping down but I could smell the scent of blood from my forehead. With a hand on my stomach I brokenly get up, every part of my body ached excruciatingly. But I just fall back down , I didn't have any form of strength left from all of this , I could have fought for longer but I couldn't I just can't , and what chance do I stand against him?. I sit up having my back against the wall , as I look at him wearing a mocking smile.

" You're pathetic.. " he spits out.

" now now , Haider isn't that a rude thing to say?... that was impressive she could fight like that... I'm surprised " the leader said , I look behind and up to see the leader resting his arms on the railing of the staircase as he wears a smirk. he walked down and comes towards me, as he crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my chin making me look at him , as I further refused turning my face well away from him. Unexpectedly , he grabs my neck in a harsh way curling his hand around my neck and pushing me up making me stand up against my own will. He bashed me against the wall , as I felt my back almost crumble in pain I screamed. My head collided with wall , making me suddenly dizzy. " Listen , love Scream and cry in pain that's what I want to hear in the next few hours... Jalal will be murdered I promise you that." And with that , I drowned in the darkness.

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Jalal POV

As I sat there , crossing my fingers together leaning forward I press my forehead against my collided fingers. I felt miserable , there was nothing I could do right now I felt my eyes burning , as let out yet another staggered breath. Something rang throughout the room , something vibrating a very loud vibration. The vibration went on and on , as my eyes landed on the bedside table , I get up in a sigh as I lean down , and open the first drawer. I get confused to see , my industry phone vibrating, that's odd I thought as I looked down and picked it I've not used this phone in ages and if I were to use it for confidential details of the industry we never really used this anymore. My eyes crinkled as I typed in all of the passwords, as I go through the messages I come across the message which says.

I stare down the message , suspiciously " unknown number? " that's odd.. , alarmed I text back.

I reply to the text , still getting an suspicious feeling about that message as I ignore this thinking I have bigger things to worry about I set the phone down. But as soon I so that the phone vibrate again. As I pick it up to read the message.

My body stopped , movements frozen my face went slack face. My mouth slightly open, body unmoving,

I stare at the screen as tension builds up my stomach , making me feel sick and tight.

I heard myself shudder as I suck in a breath , my hands shake in oddly manner my mouth snap shut. I felt fear rise up in me as go stand in a freezing point where I could no longer hear myself breathing. Everything stopped still , as if everything was frozen in time.

"Jodha... " I whisper.

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