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Password: Rubina

(Narrator's POV)

[2:00 AM AST]

It was dark outside. The night sky was filled with stars, a peaceful treat for the eyes. On the contrary, inside the room it was a gloomy, sadness was its taste.

Everyone was sleeping in the big city of Riyadh, only the gaurds in Amir's terrorist organisation and their
'not really' hostage had their eyes wide open.

Bada was staring out at the sky with her little mind constantly focused on deciphering how her father would rescue her cause even she knew that time wasn't stopping by and wait until  she sees her father.

"Appa... What are you up to? When will you come and how will you? Should I explore the place and plan to run away already? Of course I'm no weakling. I won't give up on my pride so easily but I'm afraid. Appa...",she thought.

"Hey!",called out Amir from behind
"What..?",said Bada with a poker face although scared from her heart.
"What are you doing there?"
"Giving your body some time to adjust with the high amount of annoyance I'm gonna create..."
"You bitch..."
"Shut up...! It's not like I can't swear. Don't judge me by my age.."
"You talk to much..."
"I know that. And I'm very proud of that..."
"Why are you being so pain in the ass?"
"Why would it pain in your ass when I haven't yet kicked your ass?"

Amir left the room without saying anything further. By the way he huffed, it was clear to little Bada that the man was upto no good this time.

"I myself have to do something to contact Appa. Should I like steal those idiot gaurds' phone? But what if they catch me speaking to Appa? Should I message him? Will he recognise it's me? Even if he does, how will he know where I am? Should I find that out first?"

Bada turned back again to look at the sky.

"Is there any way to get Appa here? Should I spy on this gang of stupids? Aah... Why can't I settle on one plan."

Bada went to the place where her crayons and copy was. She started to draw non geometrical shapes and patterns.

"If I run away and Appa comes here, They will harm Appa. But I need to make a way to get Appa. Let's go spy on them first. If I hear anything useful, I'll make a plan B and if they just spit trash, I'll steal someone's phone and message Appa. I'll tell him to not reply back and then delete all the chats and also the number. Should I message dad? I guess it'll be better to message Imo...."

She got up on her little feet and started walking towards Amir's office. A gaurd stopped her mid way.

"Where are you going?!",roared the man
"Can't you see? Got blindness?",fired Bada
"You speak too much..."
"As if I haven't got this compliment prior to you saying..."
"You bitch..."
"Shut up you man born in a brothel...."
"What?!"
"Used a little fancy words to call you a derogatory term, Bastard."
"How could you learn all this?"
"I'm a detective's daughter, a cop's and specially trained martial artist's niece."
"So what?!"
"Just that I got more brains than you. Now go away. Or I'll tell him that you kept disturbing me..."

The man was left speechless at the 4 year old's words.

Bada quietly walked to Amir's room and stood near the entrance. Amir was speaking with two of his men inside.

"Hmm... I'm gonna get something...", thought Bada.

Bada put her ear on the door to carefully listen to the whole conversation.

"Sir the Government has given the Arabian Ministry the permission to search for any suspicious thing in Mecca. The mufti is also in support of them..."
"Kabir... That Bastard....",said the other man.
"Listen boys... Let them search in Mecca. They won't get anything anyways...."
"But our hostages...",said the first man
"Leave them... What information do you have about Min Yoongi...?",said Amir
"Sir there's no record of him coming to Arabia or any agents."
"Then who attacked Clock o' Night Bar?"
"The Arabian Ministry...",said the second man.
"Arabian Ministry.... How would they know about all this? Something's not right..."
"Sir we're trying to get that information...."
"Trying! Trying is the word I hate...!",thundered Amir, banging his desk.