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"It's a bit unorthodox, boss. Are you ready for it?" Baseer asked, his expression turning serious as he faced the desperate mafia leader who was willing to do anything to resolve the situation.
"Anything," Sultan replied without hesitation, his voice firm and resolute. "Just lay out the plan, Baseer. I'm all ears."
"You need to fake your death?"
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, we need to stage Sultan Emad Khan's death. It's gotta be convincing, so Mishti will come out of hiding once she hears the news."
"But what if she doesn't show up?"
"She's a woman... she loved you once. She'll be drawn to the news of your death like a moth to a flame."
After some contemplation, Sultan agreed. "Alright, let's do it. But how?"
"Drive the car off the cliff, but you gotta bail out in time and disappear. The car will crash below, making it look real. Lay low for a few days. No need to inform that cop. We'll plant a body in the car with your stuff. Now, treat me like you're furious. Let's start."
Sultan listened intently as Baseer explained, his face transforming with anger. He shoved Baseer away, exclaiming, "What the heck are you even saying? Are you out of your mind?"
"You're the one who's being unreasonable, boss," Baseer retorted.
"I'll deal with you later," Sultan hissed before storming off to his car.
Tears of betrayal and fury streamed down his face like glistening diamonds under the moonlight, reflecting the deep pain and anger that consumed his once noble heart.
"If you're not here in my life, then what's the point of me being alive? You were my everything - my worship, my prayer, my provider. You were my heaven and hell, Mishti. Goodbye..." Sultan's voice quivered with raw emotion as he uttered his final words, a blend of resignation and defiance echoing in the cool night air.
With a fleeting moment of intense resolve, Sultan closed his eyes as tears continued to flow down his chiseled features, only to open them with a sharp flash of determination. "Goodbye to your freedom," he declared, his tone laced with a hint of unrelenting perseverance.
As the car hurtled towards the cliff's edge, Sultan felt a surge of liberation wash over him, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions raging within. The impact was inevitable, the flames consuming everything in their path as the vehicle plummeted into the darkness below, shattering into a fiery inferno of destruction.
Baseer, loyal to the core, followed closely behind, his presence a silent reassurance in the midst of chaos. "Now let me do the remaining work," he asserted with a solemn nod, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to execute the next phase of their meticulously orchestrated plan.
Sultan's bloodshot eyes scanned the horizon with a fierce intensity, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and untamed desires.
"Come on, just hold my hand once, sweetheart. You've rejected my love. Now, you'll see my wrath. I'll put you in such a state that your soul will tremble."
Once the news of his false demise went viral, a ripple of shock and sorrow spread through the elite circles. Even Shama, Sadafa, and Aaliyah were informed of the truth, causing them to crumble under the weight of Sultan's supposed passing.
"We must keep a vigilant watch over the orchestrated funeral. If my understanding of the feminine psyche is accurate, Mishti will undoubtedly make an appearance," asserted Baseer, his tone laced with authority.
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