Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"Roger that. I'll be leaving for Karachi soon"

"Be careful"

"No worries"

"Who else is aware of this plan?" Shehryaar asked.

"Me, you and Moosa"

"Okay"

"How's Dua now?" Irtaza asked.

"Recovering. She plays it cool, but she really isn't"

He sighed.

"She doesn't share anything with me" he stated plainly, his face nonchalant.

"You're well aware how much you scare these young haveli lads, especially Haseeb" he told chuckling.

"Ah Haseeb" he chuckled, "he's very much though. I think I might haunt him in his dreams" he said, humor lacing his tone and then they both laughed.

"But he needs that iron hand, I think"

"I agree"

"I'm leaving now brother. And yes Dadi was asking for you and Zahra"

"We'll visit soon. And where you're leaving for?" he inquired.

"To Lahore"

"Ahaan. And when are you planning to get married with that lady?"

"Aha! Atleast you stop Irtaza, Dadi is already driving me nuts. She just wants me to get married overnight."

"You made a mistake by making her meet with Dadi. By the way what's her name, I didn't quite catch it, that evening"

"Sheharzaad" Shehryaar replied with that devlish glint in his eyes which didn't go unnoticed by Irtaza.

"You're absolutely not upto something good, Shehryaar. Am I right?"

"Quiet close"

"What's going on in between you both?"

"Let it be the talk of some other day. Now I've to give time to my wife to be. I'll take my leave"

"Yeah go"

After then he left, leaving him alone with his sulking. And he really didn't want to ponder over the most disturbing occuring of the day so he grabbed the whiskey and poured into the glass gulping it down. But her distrustful eyes, still didn't leave him alone.

...................

"Was that fucktard able to shoot her or Irtaza?" Khurram osmani asked him on the phone.

"No, he failed." the man told.

"Bastard. How's that possible!"

"Irtaza reached there on time and shot him before he could shot Zahra"

"What's the damn situation?!"

"The other two are now shifted to the warehouse near the airport."

"Can you do the same fucking thing with Shoaib now?"

"No, that warehouse is heavily secured, the number of guards has increased and CCTV cameras are fitted their. Its not possible. Irtaza is being more vigilant now, its not easy to outwit him"

"I fucking now. He is so damn fucking clever. I don't know. I want him dead somehow. This consignment shipping has to cease, you listen me, otherwise we all will be doomed with the amount of power he'll get from the Russians and the Irish's"

"He is coming to Dir by the end of this week, you can finish him then"

"Ah, what a piece of news. Why you didn't tell me this before, fucktard?!" Khurram cussed again, one of his habit to cuss in his every statement.

"I was about to"

"Where did you get this news from?"

"I have my resources"

"Nice. Now I've to call the head of Talibans, they should be ready to serve him"

........................ 

Two days passed since that incident as she settled herself into her new routine. She invested all her time and concentration to studies and just had small encounters with Irtaza on lunch or dinner. But at night, her lonliness always took a toll on her, increasing her depression.

The next morning she woke up super early. Last night, she again cried herself to sleep due to depression. Everything that happened two days ago and the fact that she tried to kill someone was so unsettling and disturbing for her, it doubled her depression every now and then.

Right now she was in the kitchen, trying to gather utensils and ingredients for coffee. As she was new, she certainly had no idea which thing is placed where. She found everything, sugar, milk but couldn't find the coffee beans, though after checking millions of jars, peeking in thousands of cabinet, she couldn't find any. And now, she was gawking at that cabinet which gave her vibes that coffee beans are inside there.

She so wanted the coffee to ease her headache a bit, due to her crying all night otherwise she'd have ended her hunt a long time ago.

She moved her hand towards the cabinet's handle and it was out of her reach.

'Am I this small?' She thought with dismay.

She again tried this time, getting on her toes and lifting her heels off the ground but still her hand couldn't grasp the handle. She tried again, like that thirsty crow, but it was out of her reach. This time, she was trying to stand on the kitchen island to get to the handle but failed. Now, she stood on her toes to the fullest and grasped the lower end of the handle but couldn't open the capinet.

Trying for the umpteenth time, she got tired and sat on the kitchen island, sighing. Her toes hurt now. She couldn't reach the handle and that saddened her. She didn't know why, she was being sensitive over the tiniest of the things past days. And that too brought tears in her eyes that her height was so small that she wasn't able to reach the handle, when her eyes fell on the small stool placed near the door and her eyes cried out now tears of joy. 

She happily got up and dragged that stool from the door to the desired cabinet. She was indeed like that thirsty crow.

"Now am gonna get you my beautiful coffee" she muttered to herself whilst standing up on the stool and looked at the cabinet, her eyes twinkling now. She opened the cabinet and then begin and gasped again with the number of jars placed inside. 

Sighing, she began to go through each jar, opening their lids, peeking in and then putting them back. Her mind totally occupied by the task. She opened the lid of one jar, and again didn't get what she wanted.