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CHAPTER 25 B
Mumbai
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"trash!" there, the beautiful glass flower vase is lying broken into small pieces. mirza got hold of the ac remote and then again "trash!" the glass of the mirror cracked into thousands. "why? razia? you again left me! "tears dwelled out of his beautiful green orbs.
the lift guard came in. "sir, choti madem is here! I told her that you are engaged but she insisted. "
"alright send her in-"
the lady entered into the room in a black suit. "ya, Allah ye aapne apne kamre ki kya halat bana rakhi hai? mirza beta saab thik to hai-" nadarad asked in most concerned manner.concern which was fake! yeah fake!! comming close to mirza, she tried to touch his shoulders but he instantly pulled away. "badi ammi, dekhiye...mai uss guard se keh wa kar aapko mana nahi karwana chah ta tha, isliye maine kuch nahi kaha, lekin samjne ki koshish ki jiye ki mai iss vakt kisise baat nahi karna chahta, badi ammi agar aap bura na mane to iss vakt app mujhe akela chor den."
'don't worry my son, I do know about your problem! and even I have found a way to get rid of this problem soon.just a few hours more...and your problem Will be solved, believe me she was even a bigger problem for me. once this deal is done, I will move to my next target! ' she thought and said "alright son, you look tired take some rest." and at last left. hours passed Rashid didn't call. mirza cancelled all his appointment and meetings and sat in his room waiting for a call, which would give him a new life and which would decide his life or death. tick-tock-tick-tock, this was the only sound he was listening to- from the last few hours, walking from one side of the room to the other. Now that's enough! he will call Rashid, it's almost 5 in the evening. and if the result came out -ve. he will kill the bas***d at the first place.
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"oh damn ye gadha Rashid phone kyon nahi utha raha hai? "
mirza cursed him with every kind of bad words.
"aane do use vapas! how dare he? "
"bip bip bip the caller you are trying to reach is currently busy please try again after some time, jiss vaykti se aap abhi baat karna chahte hai vo abhi vayst hai kripaya thodi der bad dail Karen. "
"bloody hell!" mirza shrieked in anger.
and was about to call again when his phone moved into life. "Abdul calling" the screen showed. mirza received the call. " han bol Abdul. "
"mirza, bahut badi gad bad ho gayi hai tune news headlines dekhi?"
"nahi maine nahi ki check ki aur agar tu stock market ki baat kar raha hai to please abhi mere pass in sab chizon ke liye vakt nahi hai."
"arre...aree bhai phone mat katna mai stock market ki baat nahi kar raha...tu tv chalu to kar!"
keeping the call on hold mirza put the tv on, and made a promise to himself that if this news came out to be rubbish he will make Abdul pay for it.
'abhi abhi ye khabar mili hai ki Mumbai mein andheri ke pas sthith sigret factory ke dusri taraf ek band garage ke samane ek admi ko sare-aam goliyon se bhun kar uski hatya ki gayi.sutro ke mutabik is admi ki lash ke pass se jo id card baramad hua hai usme iska naam Rashid Khan bataya jaa raha hai. sutro ke hawale se yeh bhi khabar mili hai ki ye shaks kisi aurat ko bachane e maksad se un gundon ke bich aa gaya aur goliyan use lag gayin. Mumbai police iss mamle ki janch me lag gayi hai! gaur talab hai ki iss vakt uss aurat se Mumbai police headquarters mein puch tach chal rahi hai! aayen...chalen hamari reporter miss mallika nayer ke pass jo hume vahan ke halat ka byora dengi!..."
"hello...hello mirza? tu sun raha hai? javab de yaar. mirza...mirza! hello? "
no reply came. mirza left the phone without replying, he was too shocked to do anything! his mind roamed in different directions, and the first question was, WHO DID THIS?
how dare they? no matter how much he tried but the information was somewhere leaked that razia was his wife. but how the hell did they tracked razia? few hours ago it was even impossible for him to find her, so how did they? only if Rashid had not been there on time till now he would have lost her. 'and I was just...oh! God, I am sorry Rashid...!' he murmured but he knew it's not the time to sit and feel sorry, but it's time for action...he needs to do something soon to pull out razia of this mess.and for that he Will have to himself enter into the thing, but if he did so there will be a lot of rubbish gossips about him and razia in the media, his biggest enemy. although he don't care about his reputation anymore but still he can't stand a irrespective word for razia, but he don't have a choice either. 'jo hoga dekha jayega!' he stood up when his phone rang again.
"han, Abdul"
"mirza to niche aaja, mai garden me tere intezar kar raha hun."
mirza took out his brown leather jacket from the wardrobe and pulled it against his well built torso, one last look in the mirror and he was out in the garden.
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"mallik, beta kahan hai to? " nadarad asked pulling herself into a comfortable couch in the dark room of his son laughing. then she saw him stumbling into the things, walking towards her like a drunk yard. "hum to saalon se yahin aatke pade hai ammijaan, gayab to app ho jati hain.pehle mirza ki gili pant badalne ab uske bete ki. ha ha ha ha..."
"mallik, tumne phir pee rakhi hai...khuda jane tum kab sudhroge!!!! mujhe to samajh me nahi aata ki kya karun mai? kya karun ki tumhe khuch akle aa jaye...kab samjhoge tum, ki kamayabi yun baithe bithaye nahi milti! uske liye dimag lagana padta hai, aur iss bar maine jo daav chala hai, uske baad...! are han, ab tak to unhe unka mukam bhi hasil ho chuka hoga, mallik tum janna nahi..." nadarad stopped as she saw her drunk son sleeping on the floor. she sighed deeply, uncertain of the fact that her son could ever handle IMPERIAL. but for now she wanted to celebrate her first achievement in the direction of getting IMPERIAL. she switched on the tv but was flagbrassted by the news. 'what? Rashid dead?? how did he reached there? '
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"to ab tu kya karne ki soch raha hai, mirza? ?" Abdul asked stairing at his friends concerned face.
"let's go to police headquarters. "mirza stated, with his brows arched in the middle.
"but you know the consequences! "Abdul said protesting.
"yes I know and I also know the consequences otherwise! " mirza stated and immediately walked towards the door of his SUV.both the friends drove to the Mumbai police headquarters in silence...but before entering into the building Abdul said " listen mirza I think it's not the right time to introduce razia to the media, we still have time to take care of the matter in other way. "
"I don't know weather this is the right time or not but there is one thing I am certain of, I won't let razia face all those problems and torture a normal government witness faces. I know there will be a great gossip about us in media but I don't care. " with this both of them entered into the building. "Good evening sir, please have a seat while I inform comissnor saheb about your arrival. " the hawaldar pointed towards the wooden bench near the wall. "no thank you, we are alright here, please inform your commissioner saheb, that will be enough! " mirza stated with impatience in his eyes. the hawaldar nodded and went to the other corner of the room reaching for the landline. after a few more minutes the man took them to a room on the next floor.
the old man sat on the opposite side of a large wooden table in his perfectly fitted khaki uniform. "good evening, mr.mirza Good evening Mr. Abdul please take a seat. " both of them sat on the chairs kept opposite of the comissioner. "so how May I help you?"
"aam...sir actually we need a little favor from you!"
"yes, ofcourse tell me I will try." the comissnor replied smiling. "comissnor sahab, actually...the lady who have been brought here for questioning, a few hours ago for the murder near the andheri cigret factory..."Abdul said trying to handle the situation at best.
the comissnor looked at them suspiciously and then said, "yes, so-"
"aam...she is our far off relative, so if you don't mind we would like to take her with us. "
a wide evil grin appeared on the old wrinkled face. "may I have the privilege to know what kind of relative she is? one night, one month or she is a all new mistress of yours? Mr. mirza?!"
he grinned again, and no sooner had he said this mirza clutched the collar of his uniform.
"she is my wife any problem with that? " mirza stated anger pulping in him.
--------------------------------------precap: mirza and razia faces the media.
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