Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

CHAPTER 51

"Shift Asim and Shoaib. Call a car from the company I can't drive yet and ask your men to clean the mess over here." Irtaza continued to bark orders at Amman who simply obliged.

Asim's and Shaoib's fate would be decided by Zahra later on. He had sensed already that something fishy was going on. And Khurram Osmani's call at that moment gave way to his suspicion. His futile talk, only just mere threats were signalling his mind that he's just trying to buy some time. But for what? When his mind recalled something odd he noticed in the warehouse.

He was a man who observe each and every detail around him. Each and Every. That was why it was never easy to outwit him. One of his traits, that made him the notorious and perspicacious mafia boss.

And using his insight, the one odd thing which he observed was that Asim and Shoaib were tied with the metal chains while Daniyal was tied with ropes. That too thin ropes. It had bothered him, but he decided to address it to Amman later and when he got the call, his suspicion had spiked up but he wanted to know what that dog had to say to him. And he was literally talking about the fucking weather as if trying to buy time.

'What the fuck?' he had thought as he just listened him, trying to conclude something plausible out of all this discussion, when that memory had clicked him causing him to retrieve his other gun from the car and run towards the warehouse.

On reaching there, the scene infront of him just made his heart stopped for a moment. Daniyal was about to kill Zahra and his finger instantly fired the shot.

If he hadn't reached in time than God knows what had happened.

While Zahra's eyes remained focused on Daniyal. Her mind flooded with millions of thoughts. He was dead. He was dead. The devil died. The man behind her miseries died. The man who had a share in taking her father away from her died. Her first love died. The first person who he trusted, died. The man in whose embrace she found solace, died. The man who was the first to betray her, died.

He died.

He's gone.

Her throat clogged, for an unknown reason as weird emotions accumulated ta the centre of her heart.

Daniyal's dead

Her breathing quickened.

Daniyal's dead!

Her nausea clicked in.

Daniyal's dead!

Dead!

Dead!

And she didn't know how to feel about all of this, when Irtaza's voice broke her train of thoughts.

"Why the fuck were you going to shoot him?" he asked, his eyes on the gun she held in her hands.

"Huh?" she frowned, as if she didn't understand what he said.

"I asked, why were you going to kill him?" he said again, emphasizing.

Her eyes moved towards the gun in her hands and on registering what she was about to do. she suddenly threw it away, gasping heavily.

"No" she said in a state of denial, shaking her head in negative, "no, I wasn't going to kill him" she whispered, as cold sweats popped on her forehead and she placed her hand on her heart, noticing that fast unrythmic heartbeat.

Was she going to commit that sin? The gunah e kabeera, sins of all sins.

Goosebumps. All over. Was what she felt. Her emotions taking a toll on her, her mind ceasing its work. 

It was too much for her. Too much. The thought alone that she was going to take someone's life was too unsettling for her.

She felt weird emotions at that moment, her heart felt a space. a hollow space getting tucked in her chest. She didn't know how to react to this whole situation. She wasn't happy neither sad but her eyes still got filled with tears.

She loved that man.

She loved that man!

And he died. That too almost by her hands.

Was I really going to take his life?

"No" she whispered to herself, in a state of denial.

'Yes' her subconscious answered

Her breathing increased.

Was I about to kill him?

"No" she shake her head.

'Yes' her subconscious asserted.

Her heartbeat quickened.

Was I really going to shoot him?

"No"

'Yes'

Her mind boggled.

Was I going to take h-

"No," she whispered, again shaking her head in negative, "No, I wa...sn't goi...ng to ki...ll h..im" she stuttered heavily, guilt setting in, the words barely leaving her mouth. She tried to admit it to herself.

 "Zahra" Irtaza called out, his voice softening.

"No" she whispered to herself, her lips turning white, her hands begin to shake, "no" she covered her face with her hands and a sudden wave of emotions hit her hard, making large sobs to hit her body. Her body begin to shake heavily and before she could fall, Irtaza caught her in his embrace, not letting her fall down.

His arm pulling her closer as she grabbed his shirt and began to cry, hard. Her tears wetting his shirt.

She was dead sure if Irtaza hadn't reached there in time, then she would have shot him, straight in his heart. Defending herself from him was never the case. She wanted to kill him. And this mere thought was so uncomfortable and disturbing for her that she wanted to take someone's life. Let it be her enemy.

Her morals were totally against this. Taking someone's life, she had never thought about it, not even in her wildest dreams.

"Shhhh, my love" Irtaza cooed her, caressing her hair. "Shh, my Zahra" he whispered, his hand feeling the softness of her hair, "stop crying" he whispered as with his fingers he ordered his men to take away Daniyal's corpse away while Zahra faced the other side.

If he hadn't reached in time then Zahra might had killed Daniyal. The determined look in her eyes told him all. He knew, if she had killed him their then her whole life, she would have never been able to forgive herself. And this crying would have been nothing infront of what she would have done to herself then.

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