MUHAFIZ

-03

Author pov

    Sidharth inhale toxin smoke of cigarettes as he stared at white cemented grave in front of him, that has fresh roses over and headstone says Waseem Azeem. Date of death, 11 October

    His armed men behind who were dressed in all black just like him, in honour of late waseem. They give each other look, because their sahab has been staring at old man's grave for while with that stoned look over his face. One who was holding umbrella over his head to protect him from sun, was asked to moved back with gesture of hand. He immediately stepped back as Sidharth crouched down while exhaling smoke and letting almost finished cigarette rest between his fingers

"You were good father but at what cost waseem?" He brought his hand forward to crash his cigarette between incense sticks (Agarbatti) "Should have been better servant." He finished standing up and wearing his sunglasses. He gets inside backseat of Mercedes Benz. His one hand against mouth while other resting over his thigh, which he lifted to glance at time. 5 pm. He turned his head to look at Zain, who seems mad about something

"Kuch kehna hai?"

"Tum use shaadi nahi karskate." Zain spoke

"Rokega kon mujhe tum?" Sidharth smiled mockingly. Zain run hand through his hair in frustration. He can't marry her because he already has fiancé whom he has agreed to marry. He can marry her because he will just end up ruining her life more. Zain has always seen Shehnaaz has little sister and after that one incident, he was also protective about her

"Dimag se socho kahen aur se nahi." Zain clenched his jaw

"Every part of me want her. Brain, heart or something else. Mujhe bas Shehnaaz chahiye." Sidharth smirked at his younger cousin who let out frustrated sigh

"Your this want will be for just months or maybe 2, 3 years phir uska kya!" Zain asked

"Maybe it never ends." Sidharth looked ahead. He doesn't think his desire for her will be only for some time period. It's gonna be never ending desire. It will increase with time. More have her. More he will want her

"Agar use phely se koi pasand ho phir? Use agar apni university wala dost mustafa pasand ho phir?" He questioned. Sidharth's gaze harden but smile on his lips remain

"Toh solution is simple. Na aashiq na aasiqui."

"Why am I not surprised." Zain scoffed. Off course he won't killing someone if they are coming in way of him getting something or someone he wants. He has always been unapologetic about these things and nothing gonna change about it

"Jis pal dekha use tabse wahi basi hui hua zehn aur dil mein. Call it whatever you want but if she can't be mine I'll make sure wo kisi aur ki bhi na ho." Sidharth's voice came out deep as he's lost in thought of the moment he saw her. Those hazel eyes. Lush pink Lips and her fucking long hair, everything about her is seductive and tempting. He let out breath with small chuckle. That moment did change his life completely

"Isko junooniyat kehte hain koi ishq nahi hai." Zain pointed out

"I never said mujhse use ishq hai." Sidharth raised his eyebrow "Hota toh baat he alag hoti." He smirked

"What if sewan mein yeh baat pata chal jaye. Council ka kya and what about coming elections huh? Mr gabool wants you to stand for chief minister and your marriage can create problem." Zain knows this will be problem since girl he's engaged to is Mr gabool' niece. His younger brother's daughter