Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

She was already so troubled.

Harassment?

Harassment!

She was harassed.

These words of Dua just lingered in his mind. 

The thought of any guy trying to lay hands on his Zahra was enough to awaken the lion within. He didn't think twice and left to the cellar in the basement of his office building where Asim and Shoaib were kept. 

He went inside and without giving a second thought held Shoaib by throat and punched him across the face. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in his gut like a blazing inferno.

"You Motherfucker! How dare you lay your filthy hands on her" he bellowed and landed another punch on Shoaib's face not giving him time to respond.

He held his jaw tightly in one hand and fisted his other hand in Shoaib's hair.

"How did you fucking dare to touch her? How you both bastards could plot something so fucking like that against her? You mother fuckers." saying this Irtaza thrashed him on the ground and kicked him hard.

Shoaib just growled in pain. Irtaza took out a gun and shot him between his eyes. He wanted to do so much more but his anger got the best of him and he just wanted to erase Shoaib's existence once and for all. And then his hand moved towards Asim who was now shivering with fear. He just landed a shot in his throat and he died on the spot.

His anger had number his senses for a moment but he was glad that they both were dead now. Sooner or later he was going to kill him then why not now. But again that guilt hit backed into his heart. He was no better than Shoaib, he did worse to her. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe he never deserved Zahra.

Her departure was killing him slowly, like a poison.

He took a deep breath to clear his mind and then ordered his men to clean the mess over here and then went to haveli. 

"Sahab?" said Ghulam Ali gaining his attention. Irtaza turned and looked at him and he lowered his eyes in respect.

"Sahab. Four days ago, when Zahra bibi went missing, some papers from some hospital came for her. I have placed it on your table but i forot to inform you " spoke Ghulam Ali in timid voice afraid of Irtaza's temper.

"Okay" he gave a curt nod and went to his office. 

He went to his office and found a file on the table. Sitting down, he opened it. He turned to the second page and what he read dropped thunderbolts on his being.

Zahra was 3 weeks pregnant according to the reports. The pages slipped from his hand as he lost all his grip, all his strength. His heart raced, his throat parched and his mouth open in utter shock.

He distinctly ordering the maid to give contraceptive pills to Zahra. But then another thing came rushing out of his memory box that was the doctor's diagnosis. Zahra had consumed something expired. He could put two and two together.

She was pregnant. And she was in danger too.

He wished for someone to trick him into believing all this was a bad dream. He felt his heart has been corked up in a glass bottle and thrown into the middle of the ocean. And that bottle has hit against a merciless rock and cracked open making his heart spill out, not little by little but all at once to join all the other pieces.

The night fell upon and again she was back to her room in his mansion. He could feel himself surrounded with her memories here.

He was broken. He couldn't breathe properly. Her absence was making it hard for him even to live. He was just a living corpse. Nothing more. Nothing less. When it comes to her, one can boldly call him vulnerable. He was not himself without her. As if he was nothing without her. He had felt that. This was evident, him not being able to even control his mafia, his business made it all clear to him that how much he was dependent on her,

He needed her. 

He wanted to protect her. Cherish her. Love her, Save her from all harms.

His mind was chaos. A mayhem. 

Her thoughts were filled in his brain day and night.

Just then an array of hope ignited, his phone rang. He picked the call at speed of light thinking this might be the end of his suffering, finally an answer.

"Irtaza Haider Syed" Khurram osmani's voice reached his ears. He clenched his jaw, his hand forming into a fist.

"Khurram fucking osmani. What's up?" he played it cool.

"What do you mean by fucking?!" he asked angrily.

Irtaza chuckled. "Because you are a fucker. Don't you see, you coward. You didn't have the audacity te meet me face to face so kidnapped my wife?"

"I'm not afraid of you. You bast-"

"Dare to finish that word" he threatened and just like that he stopped. To say the least, Khurram was scared shitless from him but he just wanted to end his reign and start the reign of his own mafia in Asia.

"Where is my wife?"

"With me. Sitting infront me"

"And what do you want from me?" Irtaza asked trying to play cool, He didn't want to show his enemy that he was loosing his temper.

"You know, it has always been my desire to kill you off with my own hands. There are two options for you"

"Say"

"Whom do you want to save, yourself or Zahra"

"Zahra"

"Oh romeo. Now listen. By tonight, one of you would be alive and one of you dead. Come to the underpass near The Ravi. You would find my warehouse there and as soon as you will enter there, my men will shoot. Its upto you to save yourself or her. You have two hours and don't dare bring your men. Otherwise, just a single shot and Zahra would be dead" he declared. The game starts now. Reach there within two hours" he said and cut the call.

Irtaza immediately stood up, not giving a second thought, he got out his car and rove towards the designated location. He really didn't want to take any chance on Zahra's life.

Moreover, his mind was too chaotic to think anything straight. He was acting on impulse. And he had no idea, why he didn't tell Sheryaar or Moosa about it, maybe it was the fear of loosing Zahra. He was sure enough he would get Zahra out. Didn't matter if he has to put his life on stake. He was content, this though brought him contentment that soon he would be meeting Zahra.