𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐚

𝟏𝟐 | 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

"And anyone who saw how
she looked at him, knew
she was hooked..."

A Z H A R -

The ground was filled with red human paint which happened to be human blood. Some of Azhar's men but mostly Feroz' men laid there, lifeless. It was a battle, apparently Feroz had known that Azhar was coming. It was a trap, or was it really?

Azhar noticed Husseyin standing there with slight fear in his eyes that he was quick to disappear in his private jet. He was Azhar's least of concern because his priority was Feroz. Feroz stared at the plane in utter disbelief on how quickly his friend had abandon him.

"Hassan get all the girls out." Hassan nodded and indicating his men but they saw some of Feroz' men come and the shooting started again. Feroz tried multiples times to shoot Azhar but didn't succeed, the only time he was able to get it was when the bullet pierced just a little on Azhar's arm but it was just a small wound.

Azhar on the other hand had already injured Feroz' limb, and leg. He couldn't kill him yet, he needed to give his rival a slow and painful death for his grandmother.

"F-ck." Azhar cursed when he saw that his gun had no bullet, he give Hassan a look through his eyes and Hassan nodded.

He took his phone and called someone. In a blink of an eye, more people came. They had a lot of back up something Feroz didn't. He was a coward and also pretty idiot at times. Azhar fell behind a car, his legs hurting at the pain of the bullet one of Feroz' guard shoot him with. He winced, he trusted Hassan enough to know that he would take care of everything and not let Feroz get away so easily.

A few minutes passed and the field became surprisingly calm. He gained some courage despite the shooting pain in his leg and arm and looked, many men were laying on the floor but he didn't flinch at the amount of blood. A van was disappearing from his eyesight, he knew it was Feroz who Hassan had deliberately left.

It was only the beginning.

Hassan came beside Azhar who was slowly loosing his conscious. "Stay with me." Hassan mumbled as he removed his shirt and wrapped it around Azhar's leg. Another man came to help his boss and they got him in the car, they sped off to the hospital.

***

Zayna was at the hospital, checking up on the patience she'd been assigned for but especially Affan. That little boy has her heart. He has such a pure soul like every child. But a lot was on her mind lately, she was feeling very lonely. Her so-called husband was not even doing his job, he was anything but a nice husband. She always dreamt of having a relationship like the Prophet ﷺ [peace be upon him] had with his wife Aisha R.A.

But Azhar was not even an inch closer to that. He was anything but religious, the money he earned was completely haram, his job was haram and whatever he does is also haram. She was told by her brother-in-law that Azhar had a few girlfriends. That disgusted even more. The man for whom she had preserved her chastity for didn't even bother to think about his future wife?

She disliked him to say the least, she couldn't hate him because it was a strong word in her dictionnary. Somewhere in her, she knew he had a heart even if it was half black there was still a part of him that was alive. And his behaviour towards his mother and grandmother proved it. But was that enough?

Now this whole thing with Amaira and Affan, she didn't know if Amaira was his first wife or his girlfriend? She wouldn't even be surprised if he had an illegitimate child. Who is Affan to Azhar? Her head was aching due to all the overthinking she's been doing since Allah knows when.