" bol himmat kaise huyi teri... Hnn.... BOL" the sher of Danish Ali Raza, the future nawaab of Lucknow, Sidharth Danish Raza screamed.
"sahab maaf kare sahab maaf karde, aage essa nhi hoga kabhi bhi" the man said totally terrified by two things. First the the future nawaab and second the gun which was on his forehead.
"sahab mere chote chote bache h sahab, mujhe maaro mt sahab, fir kabhi bhi essi bhul nhi hogi sahab"
"biwi bache tab nhi Yaad aaye tujhe jb tu humare hi ilaake m aake humare hi
rival k Naam k naare laga raha tha" Sidharth asked and kicked him.
"aaaaaahhhh... Sahab maafi saahab aahh" the man cried in pain.
"maafi ki humare yaha koi jagah nahi h... Or hnn tumhare biwi bacho ka khyaal ache se rakha jaayega... Tum fikar mt karo" with that he shot him on the forehead and he fell on the ground with open eyes.
"Raheem saaf karvado ye sab or hnn pure sheher ko pta hona chahiye ki agar humare Saamne ya humare ilaake m Sheikh ka Naam bhi liya to kya ho sakta h..... Or hnn iske biwi bacho ko harr mahine 50,000 bhijwaadena. Hum chalte h." he ordered Raheem, he was his most trusted man.
" ji " Raheem replied, he was with Sidharth from past 10 years, they both are of same age. He met Sidharth when he was 18 years old and from then he had witnessed every brutal thing done by Sidharth.
One thing he knew was that The Raza nawabs cannot tolerate no, politics is everything for them and killing gives them satisfaction.
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"Aapko pta h na aap kya karne Jaa rahe h. Vo log bhot khatarnaak h, unke khilaaf pichle 50 saalo m elections m koi khada nhi hua h.....or aap n ailaan krda bhi dia ki aap unke khilaaf khadhe ho rhe h... Unhone aapko kuch krdia to.. Mera nhi to apne bacho ka to soche, Ibrahim or Shehnaaz kaise rahenge" Aiman Junaid sheikh said almost breaking down.
She clearly knew how Raza's are, they clearly won't be able to take this.
"kuch nahi hoga begum, or aap zara soche agar hum jeet gaye to humare Paas kitna paisa hoga, kitni power hogi, humari kitni izzat badh jaayegi" Junaid Meer Sheikh, one of the most powerful businessman of Lucknow, said while sipping the tea.
"aap bhi apne bhai ki bhaasha bol rahe h...." he cut her off
"begum bade h humare izzat se Baat kare, humare phupho k bete h vo humara bura nhi chahenge vo" he said, making her shut.
"Acha ye bataiye sana or ibrahim h kaha"
"Sana apne kamre m h or Ibrahim bahar gya h" she replied.
"chaliye m chalta hu begum, Danish sahab n bulaya h, unko kuch Baat krni h" he got up and wore his coat.
"bss aap apna khyaal rakhiyega, or jald se jald aane ki koshish kariyega." she was still very worried for him. She very well know that he never wanted to get into politics, he never liked it but because of Raheed Ahmed, their phupho's son, he is doing it.
Raheed wasn't very powerful in terms of money to stand against Danish Raza in politics, so he manipulated Junaid by giving him the greed of profit and power and being the businessman junaid agreed.
"Ya Allah.... Bss sab kuch theek rakhna" she prayed.
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"kashaf please chup hojaa... Baat krna apne baba se, vo esse kyu kr rahe h." Shehnaaz tried to control her bestfriend.
