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Chapter 4

Zaviyar parked his car at his Daira , a large property linked to his family's history of criminal activities. Although he wished to avoid these dealings, he found himself involved after a rival politician attacked his father. He vividly remembered the day he was driving when gunmen ambushed his father's car, wounding Mustafa Shah and staining his clothes with blood. This event made Zavyar realize the need to become stronger and step into politics to protect his father's legacy.

Despite filing a case, no action was taken. Furious, Zavyar retaliated by kidnapping and torturing the rival's son until his father complied. This was his way of sending a strong message to his enemies.

As night fell, Zavyar walked past a lion's cage, where the animal slept peacefully. He greeted his servant and made his way to the end of the cottage, where an elderly man rested on a charpai, gazing at the sky. The simple mud cottage, with a turban beside him, reflected his humble life.

"Salam Baba Ji," Zavyar said, taking a seat next to him.

"Zavyar, you're here?" Baba Ji replied, holding some sweets. "This methai tells me my Zavyar is marrying Rumysa Beti," he said, to which Zavyar smiled and nodded.

"Baba Ji, why does love make a man so vulnerable?" Zavyar asked as his servant brought tea. They sipped quietly.

"Love doesn't just make us weak; it is the purest emotion," Baba Ji explained. "It was the first feeling when Allah created the angels and then humans. The bond between Adam and Eve was born from love, and the first emotion we experience is the love between a mother and her child. We are inherently weak because of this capacity for love. We have willpower, but love is our core vulnerability," Baba Ji said. Zavyar sighed in agreement.

"Rumeysa is my weakness. Today, I've found peace after many years. I will have a family that loves me," Zavyar said, and Baba Ji smiled.

"Baba Ji, let me renovate this cottage for you. I'll build a beautiful new home," Zavyar offered.

Baba Ji laughed softly. "I prefer this simple life. It helps me remember that worldly desires don't attract me. I'm content with my daily routine, the food you provide, and my time with Allah," he replied, setting his cup aside.

Baba Ji lived in a modest corner cottage on Zavyar's estate, sticking to simple food like boiled rice and milk. Despite Zavyar's offers, he chose a humble lifestyle.

"When you become Minister of Defense and your father's party is back in power, speak up for the Kashmiris. Do something for them," Baba Ji urged, hope shining in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Baba Ji. When the time comes, I will stand against Israel and work for the Kashmiri cause," Zavyar promised. He then took his leave, receiving Baba Ji's blessings and affection as he departed.

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In the morning, Zavyar started his car and noticed Hassan rushing into the house. Curiosity piqued, he followed him inside. Once at the door, Zavyar overheard Hassan frantically pleading with Mehrunisa on the phone, his voice filled with urgency and frustration. Realizing it wasn't the right moment to confront Mehrunisa, Zavyar took a step back, acknowledging that this wasn't his time to argue.

He wondered why Hassan hadn't returned all night and sighed, contemplating the situation.

As he entered the living room, Zavyar overheard Alia Sahiba speaking with his father, Mustafa Shah. "I spoke with Sadia. She is very interested in marrying her daughter to Hassan. It would benefit both you and Hassan," Alia said, and Mustafa Shah nodded in agreement. "Yes, the daughter of the Lt General mirza. Insha'Allah, Mirza will become the next Chief of Army Staff," Mustafa Shah said, taking a sip of tea. Alia Sahiba gave him a puzzled look. "What's wrong?" she asked. Mustafa Shah shook his head and continued, "I was thinking of making Zavyar the Foreign Minister. I'll discuss it with Zimran."