HIS & HERS

CHAPTER ~ THIRTEEN

      As the plane touched down at the airport, Ayan and I gathered our belongings and made our way to the exit. As we stepped into the terminal, we met mustapha Ayan's office driver.

         "Welcome back!"mustapha said, smiling warmly. "I hope you had a pleasant journey."

          "Thank you," Ayan said, giving a polite smile. "You will drop me at sheraton hotel before taking Reena home."

        "Of course, of course,"mustapha said, leading us to the waiting car.

       "Ayan, I'm not letting you do this alone," I said, my voice firm. "I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not."

        "Afreen, this is too dangerous," Ayan said, his voice equally firm. "I don't want you to get hurt."

         "I'm not going to let you put yourself in danger either," my eyes flashing with determination. "We're in this together, no matter what."

        Ayan sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to change my mind. He reluctantly agreed.

          "But we have to be careful," he said, his voice hushed as we entered the car. "We can't let anyone know about this so We have to play this smart."

       "I agree," I nod my head. "We need to be discreet, and we need to have a plan."

         We spent the whole Ride brainstorming, trying to come up with a way to safely interrogate Zubair. Finally, we had a plan that we both felt comfortable with as the car stopped in front of the hotel.

      "Let's go," I said, determination written all over my face. "We don't have a moment to lose." 

           As we entered the hotel, I and Ayan's nerves were on high alert. We had no idea what we would find or if we would be able to get any information out of Zubair. We knew that he was the key to solving this mystery, and we were determined to get to the bottom of it.

          The hotel was eerily quiet as we made our way to the room where Zubair was being held. We knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and we were greeted by a pair of men.

          "What can we do for you?" one of the men asked.

          "We're here to see Zubair," Ayan said.

      The men looked at each other, and then one of them spoke. "Zubair is not here" he said, his voice deep and gruff.

        "Get me the manager " Ayan commanded his voice giving no room for argument.

        The man called the manager and after their conversation the man apologized to Ayan sincerely. Shortly the manager arrived.

            "Am sorry Mr Ayan I had to hire them because someone keeps trying to find Zubair" the manager said nervously

            "It's okay, let's go in" Ayan said

            "I changed his room, follow me" he said and turned.

            The manager led I and Ayan down a long hallway, until we reached a door at the end. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a small room with a single window. Zubair was sitting in a chair, his hands cuffed to the arms of the chair. He looked up as we entered, his eyes wide with fear.

       "What do you want?" he asked, his voice trembling.

      "Why did you cuff him" I asked

          "He has made several attempt to flea" the manager replied

       "We want to know why you took that picture of us," Ayan said, his voice steady and firm. "Why did you share it on the internet?" Zubair stared at us, his eyes pleading.