"کیا ہم تیرے قرض دار تھے؟"
Karzdaar | Indebted
A novel by Ewrites1
ZAINA MIRZA.
A tale of a courageous girl brought up in a fouji household. The daughter of a former army colonel, away from reality.
Her life has riddles and ancestral secrets that s...
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"Please come in Sir, this way."
There were several guards following his track in a straight line behind him, each with a loaded revolver attached to their belts. He walked through the hallway of this rather complicated building surrounded by mirrors and panels!
The way was led by one of Qasim Niyazi's men. With every step he took towards the office, people held on to their breath! Each and every single one of Qasim's force members stood where they were. His footsteps brought pin drop silence in the atmosphere and terror through the antique walls.
"Tashreef rakhiye janab! Aap hi ka intezar tha." Qasim said, turning around on his revolving chair.
He unbuttoned his black suit and sat on the sofa, one leg over the other knee.
"Kya leinge? Chai, coffee ya.."
"Iss se pehle k koi nuqsaan ho, kaam ki baat karo Qasim" His voice was dry and low-toned and yet it had the capacity to tremble the listener.
Qasim raised an eyebrow at the reply and layed back on the chair, lighting a cigarette. He then pointed 2 fingers of his other hand at the door signaling his men to leave the room.
"Uhh..Aap apne guards apne pas rakhna chahte hain to koi issue nai." He said, with a single sided smile appearing on his face.
The man sitting opposite to him tilted his head, resting his hand on the table.
"Ye guards bhi... tumhari hifazat k liye the. Khair, kehte ho to.." He looked back and all of them left the room as well!
The smile on Qasim's face had now vanished in a matter of seconds. The door was shut!
"Hmmm to kya socha apne hamare admiyon ko reha kerne k barey mei?
"Andaza lagao.." The answer was quick.
"Barkhurdaar.. aap ache tareeqe se jaante hain Qasim Niyazi ko ungli teri kerni bakhubi aati hai lekin humne socha kyu na apne sab se ache dost k saath ek agreement paida kiya jaye. Iss se sanp bhi mar jaye ga aur lathi..kisi ki bhi nahi toote gi." He moved his chair forward sitting up straight.
"Neik soch hai! Sanpon ka qarobar kerne wale apni lathiyan hi bachate phirte hain. Aur jahan tak tumhare admiyon ki baat hai, Kya tumhe tasalli hai k vo abhi tak zinda...." Straightening his posture, he brought his face close to Qasim, joining his hands on the table.
Qasim was expressionless but raged by this thought. His jaw was clenched looking into his deep amber eyes.
He looked at the wall behind Qasim, examining it carefully. It also had a mirror and 2 panels attached. The Mirror wasn't a normal reflective one but it was an acrylic see-through mirror. Anyone could be watching clearly right into this office including his main men out of extra caution for this opponent on the other side of this wall. Timing every second. The panels were expanded scanners which were molded with plastic into this shape. They could scan any weapons, bombs, unusual sound waves etc. The meeting which was supposed to be "one to one" was pre-planned. HE was well aware!
