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"I am arriving. Till then, ensure they stay there guarding her. Chances are high she could be from the enemy," Sultan declared as the maid nodded before leaving.
Turning his gaze towards Mishti, he gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears.
"I have some matters to attend to. Why don't you retire for the night? Or perhaps, shall I sing you a lullaby?"
Mishti blushed, "I am not a child," she retorted. "Can I accompany you to see her?"
Upon witnessing the girl's condition, she felt a wave of distress for the wounded stranger.
Sultan, comprehending her inner turmoil, sighed affirmatively.
The girl huddled up in a corner, eyeing them warily. Her gaze hinted at the horrors she had endured.
Sultan observed her intently as he inquired, "What is your name? How did you come to be in my car?"
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes at his questions, as if triggered by a haunting memory. "They... they murdered my husband and children."
"Who?" Sultan inquired.
"I do not know..." the woman replied, wiping her tears. "My husband and I were traveling in our car with our son. It was a desolate highway. We encountered a roadblock. My husband stopped the vehicle and stepped out to investigate, when a group of masked men attacked us. We begged for mercy, thinking they only sought to rob us. Yet, they proceeded to assault me."
Taking a deep breath, she continued, "My husband tried to shield me, but they killed him. They took the life of my son and then violated me, one by one. The torment did not end there. They took me to a place, a place I cannot recall, resembling a red light district. There were numerous girls like me. I was violated by countless men in a day. Today, I somehow managed to run. They searched for me, and I sought refuge in a car trunk," she recounted, sobbing. "They snatched away my family... my son... he was just 5 years old..."
Tears welled up in Mishti's eyes upon hearing the woman's harrowing tale.
She approached to console her, "Poor child... can we not offer any help, Sultanji?"
Sultan was immersed in profound contemplation, his countenance adorned with myriad inquiries.
"First, I must verify it, Mishti. There are numerous tasks to be executed." His gaze fixed upon the girl, he inquired, "What is your name?"
"Ayesha... Ayesha Siddiqua," the girl quivered.
Sultan nodded and summoned his bhabijaan and Zubair to apprise them of the situation.
"But this seems implausible," Zubair interjected. "Ershad Bhai eradicated the flesh trade during his reign. Every gang leader vowed against engaging in such despicable acts."
"That is precisely my concern. However, we must refrain from making any assumptions at this juncture. It is conceivable that someone is involved in human trafficking secretly," Sultan furrowed his brow.
Aaliyah interjected, "First and foremost, we ought to arrange for a thorough medical examination for the girl. She requires immediate medical attention."
"You are correct, bhabijaan," Sultan affirmed. "Zubair, investigate the highway for any potential leads."
Ayesha's medical examination confirmed the grievous assault she endured.
Zubair also discovered the damaged car on the highway, eventually discovering two decomposing bodies, identified as the father and son.
Sultan was perturbed by this grim discovery. "It appears that someone is indeed involved in the illicit flesh trade. Who dares defy me?"
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
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