Life Sentence

CHAPTER 8

~One Year After the Trial~

Saad hit the bed after almost thirty-six hours and instantly closed his eyes. His phone lit up on the side table, the notification bell going off. He ignored it. It lit up again, the ‘ping’ interrupting his sleep. He ignored it again. The third time it lit up, it wasn’t a message but a call. He sat up reluctantly and picked up the call from Zameer, his gym mate and a great friend who was turning out to be a great detective. He knew everything about the Kubra situation and helped him with everything. But unfortunately, that wasn’t much.

“Hi, Zameer. What’s up?”

“Saad, have you read the news?"

"No, why?" He furrowed his brows.

"Jamal Bajwa has been elected as the member of the National Assembly and nominated as the part leader!”

Now he was wide awake. Saad had found it odd that the father who had lost his son so brutally would do something so insensitive as to use his name in dirty politics. But he’d dismissed that idea knowing that was the rule of politics that ran our system.

He had told his doubt to Zameer and he had agreed that he found it odd it. But they had nothing to prove it or even to waste their time going after him. But now that he was an MNA, Saad had a gut feeling that he was right to doubt him.

“Zameer, can you do me a personal favor?”

“Of course, what do you need?”

“A private and secret investigation.”

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~Four Years Later~

Huma threw his best black suit on his face, startling him and clapped once. “Come on Romeo, clean up. We’re going to get her out.”

If someone from four years ago saw Saad like this, they wouldn’t be able to tell it was him except for his eyes. His hair was overgrown put in a bun because he hadn’t bothered to cut them. His beard was overgrown. His skin was paler than any albino. He was probably only holding up because his family shoved nutrients down his throat three times a day. No, he hadn’t resorted to drugs or alcohol, but he might as well do that with the way he was lost in his work.

“What? How? Did you find it?”

“Of course, I did.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder sassily. “Zameer was a great help. The Bajwa’s are going behind bars, I’m afraid. If I could help it, Yusuf would too, but the rest are definitely paying for what they did.”

“Where is it?” Saad leaned forward in his chair, excitedly, the glint in his eyes reflecting on the hint of her brother which she knew was still there, just lost. And she was dead sure he would resurface once Kubra was with him.

“Better question, where is he?” On his raised eyebrows, she continued, “We found the hit-man…..along with all the real proof. The one which wasn’t tampered.”

He cheered, hugging his sister. Finally, they had proof of her innocence. It had taken them four years to get hand on it. But with Saad’s intelligence, Huma’s resilience and a couple others’ help, they finally had it.

“Bhai, I want to ask you something.” Huma said, breaking away from him.

“Anything!”

“I want to represent her. Please give me this case.” She waited for his reply with a bated breath.