Obsession

12. Burnt

Sitting in his office, his eyes were analysing a document sent by one of his colleagues. Narrowing as he focused his grey eyes on a specific piece of information when his thick lashes moved down and his attention was driven to a call as he picked it up and raised his cell phone to his ear.

It was a black-berry. Specified for his urgent calls or any high-profile detail related to under-world.

"Ali Ahmed-194 reporting from cc dept,"

"Say," he asked.

"The FBI is after you sir,"

"Confirm?"

"Yes sir. In order to locate the spy they already sent to you who had gone missing,"

"Male, female?

"No info known regarding that. They want to dug in the information of your other businesses that you do under the name of this company,"

"Fine. Who is the head of this mission?"

"It was the minister that was killed by Shigri. The agency now assigned this task to person unknown,"

"Hence this mission has been going on since a while," his brows rose with a little smirk on his lips.

"Yes sir. And after that boy Rafay had gone missing followed by the police officer, they're joining the links and gather enough evidence to put you behind bars. Soon they would try to sabotage you too,"

"Okay. I'll look into that," he hung up and his face was as stoic as it was before. No signs of anxiousness evident on his face and his attention was back on the document that he had been reading.

Once he was done, on the cue he received a call from Irtaza, his elder brother.

"Hello," Irtaza spoke from the other side.

"Hello, brother,"

"Aren't you coming at my marriage?"

"How can I miss that,"

"Better be that way,"

"You're still marrying Zahra despite what she did,"

"Love is not in my control,"

"Foolish is love and more foolish are lovers,"

As a response he received a chuckle.

"I'm aware of your theories,"

"You should believe them too,"

"Some day, maybe,"

"FBI is after my company,"

"Just received this news. What's the plan?"

"Will tell you when we'll meet. For now," his eyes checked the clock as he continued speaking, "I'm waiting for my special someone,"

"Best of luck to her," he chuckled when they talked a bit more and the call was hung.

The time was now 6 and she still didn't come to his office so he picked up intercom and connected to the phone in her room but it wasn't answered.

That made him frown.

He walked up to her office only to found it empty.

A frown creased his brows. She left the office without his permission. And the thought alone fueled his rage.

.......

"I'm late, Hannan. I'm late! He asked me to come to his office at 6,"

She felt her heart thumping.