FEAR OF FONDNESS

Chapter 17 THE KADAR SHOOT OUT

Wassal's POV:

"Okay, done," I accepted Mustafa's suggestion of meeting up at a restaurant, especially since Ahtasham and Mustafa were both free from their work commitments, and Zaram had managed to find some time free from his political campaigns.

Mustafa was already at my place, and we were just about to leave when I received a call from Zaram. I answered, thinking he might be waiting for us and getting angry or something.

"A gy bhai!" I quickly defended.

"Masla ho gaya hai. Location send ki hai, jaldi pohanch!"( we got some company! I've sent you the location, reach out as soon as possible!!) Zaram's voice came through, breathless and urgent.

"Kia howa hai? tu theek hai?" (What happened? Are you okay?) I asked, concern creeping into my tone.

"O bhai, sawal baad mein kari! Agar bach gaya toh bata bhi denge!"( o brother ask questions later!! If we would get out safe from here we'll tell you everything!!) Ahtasham's voice sounded from behind as he shouted.

Before I could say another word I heard a gunshot behind them......

"Zaram!!!!!!, tu theek hai?"(Zaram !! Are you ok?) I shouted.

"We are fine! just reach as soon as possible!!" he said panting.

"Pohanch gayi!" I replied quickly before hanging up.

"What the fuck happened?" Mustafa exclaimed, his voice filled with anxiety.

"We need to leave, details on the way!" I said, rushing towards the door.

"Ya Allah, madad!" I murmured, feeling a surge of worry as we hurried to see what had happened.

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As we sped through the streets of Lahore, my heart raced with worry. It wasn't the first time I found myself in such a situation, but this time it was different. Two years ago, a similar incident had occurred in our hometown of Quetta, but now we were in Lahore. A well crowded city

The possibilities raced through my mind, but one thing was clear - it had to be Taya Abu's political rival. With elections looming, they would stop at nothing to gain an advantage.

As we approached the road, we spotted Zaram's car with three Land Cruisers in hot pursuit. Without hesitation, we positioned ourselves behind them."Meray jigar!" Zaram smirked at us, a familiar camaraderie between us evident despite the danger.

Returning the smirk, I replied, "Tu nikl yahan se inko, hum dekhtay  hain inko" (You get out of here, we'll handle them).

Zaram looked at me incredulously. "Tum logon ko chor ke nikal jaon?"(leaving you two here?) he questioned, refusing to leave me behind. And he wouldn't have if we did have guards with us.

"We have our army, bro! You both just get to safety! They're after you, not us!" Mustafa's voice cut through the chaos, a bullet striking our back window as he spoke. Thankfully, our car was bombproof, and the impact left no damage.

"Ah, maybe they're after us now," Mustafa remarked grimly."

But you need to leave! We have guards, just go!" I urged as I slowed the car and prepared to take action. Climbing onto the roof, I unleashed a barrage of gunfire toward our pursuers, our guards providing cover from all sides. 

Zaram, unfamiliar with the city, understood my intent and sped away. A crossfire erupted between our group and the assailants, but it was clear their efforts were futile. Emptying our magazines, we targeted their tires, rendering two of their vehicles immobile. Panic set in as they realized their predicament."Reverse your cars!" they shouted desperately, but escape was not going to be so simple.