Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"Why....why did you bring them here?" she turned her head towards Irtaza, her shocking eyes asking for answers while his narrowed ones just looked the three figures sitting infront of him.

"Why?" she whispered again, grabbing his attention, in the silent atmosphere where there was no sound other than ragged breathing of the three badly beaten men.

"I promised you, I won't let your father murdered rest in peace." he stated, his hands inside his pockets and his eyes glued at Shoaib giving them a distant look,"but they got alot more on their plate than just framing your father, Zahra" he told. 

"What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself, though he already looked all calm and composed on outside.

"It was your aunt's family who had a hand in framing your father" he announced

Zahra just nodded trying to act as if she does not know about these revealations. She already knew it and she had no idea how to maintain a pretense and act to this situation, she should be shocked, and with this thought on her mind, she widened her eyes trying to depict her shock for this news. Her mother had told her not to disclose all this matter to Irtaza also she didn't want him to know about all this, because it bothered him, that what he would think about her? That she tried to allure Shoaib towards her? And she didn't want anyone to think so low of her.

It has always mattered to her, what others think about her. All these assumptions of her were so likely of her. And concluding the most negative out of every situation was her habit. She indeed was a pessimist, her life made her so.

Irtaza had already investigated into the whole matter of his uncle's death and he was surprised to know that it was his mafia which had granted that amount of money to his uncle. Yawar, usually dealt with these matters so he didn't interfere in his job, which he had given him. But on that day, when everything was lucid to him, he felt like killing him. He just had barked a 'run' to Yawar so he could run for his life, before he loses his senses and beat the living daylights out of him. He had caught Asim first and then made him spill the whole truth. He was kind of shocked to know that Zahra's aunt's family was also involved in this whole scenario. And when that day, his aunt got the nervous breakdown, on asking the security he came to knew Zahra's cousin Shoaib came over here and he already had figured it out that what must have been acted as a trigger for his aunt's nervous breakdown. Soon, Shoaib was in his clutches too.

He was planning to bring Zahra here on the same day he had caught all those culprits but her mental health didn't allow him to do so. So he waited for the right time and brought her here today, to fulfil his promise and something which was overdue on him.

Irtaza pulled his hands out of his pockets and folded his sleeves, his eyes fixed on his hand rolling his sleeve up. Zahra saw the veins of his forearm plopping out, adorning it. On the other side, Daniyal who was tied to the chair could already feel himself shaking. He looked almost ready to pounce on him and this thought alone made him gulp.

Daniyal had already came ot know what kind of sadistic bastard Irtaza was. And it was the result of all the beatings, he had made him go through. Daniyal had no idea since how long he was trapped in his captivity. He had lost the track of time. Surely he did. Almost after every 3 to 4 days, Irtaza would come, beat him to death and then give him some time to heal before repeating the whole process again. He would always untie Daniyal first, giving him a chance to fight but Daniyal would always lose it, ended up being battered. Those beatings were imprinted in his mind which would always make him shake whenever he heard his footsteps.

"Zahra," he said, when he was done foding his sleeves and turned his head towards her, his face adorned with a venomous look, his eyes giving way to his rage and witnessing this alone made her shudder with fear.

"Ye..yes?" she asked before clearing her voice.