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Sultan's tires screeched as he took the final turn, Mishti's hand clinging to his like a lifeline.
The abandoned warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows like empty eyes staring back, shattered glass and rusty hinges reflecting the desperation in the air.
"Stay close," he warned, his voice low and deadly, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of caution and determination.
She nodded, her heart racing with anticipation and fear, her breath catching in her throat. Her palm sweated against Sultan's, the warmth of his hand a fleeting comfort.
They entered the warehouse, the dim light casting long shadows that danced like specters on the walls.
The air reeked of decay and rot, the stench of abandonment hanging heavy. Faisal stood, Aaliyah captive, a dagger pressed to her neck, the blade glinting menacingly.
"Leave her," Sultan growled, his voice echoing off the walls, the sound waves vibrating with menace.
Faisal laughed manically, the sound sending shivers down Mishti's spine. "After a long time,my revenge will be done you son of a bitch," he spat, his eyes flashing with malice.
His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Then you need to meet someone,her," he stated, his tone brooking no argument.
Faisal's gaze locked onto Mishti, his expression twisted. "Who's she?" he sneered.
Sultan's voice was cold, detached. "Your sister." The words hung in the air, heavy with significance.
Faisal's expression twisted further. His legs fumbled as he studied Mishti. "You killed her years ago. This is fake. She is fake," he snarled.
Sultan's face remained impassive, his eyes glinting with steel. "Look closer, Faisal," he challenged.
His eyes narrowed, but Sultan's words sparked curiosity. He took a step closer.
Sultan stepped forward, his movements fluid and menacing. "This birthmark on her neck...recognize it?" he asked.
Faisal's gaze dropped to her neck, and his face paled. The birthmark was unmistakable – a small, delicate crescent moon.
"No...it can't be," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"She. Is. Your. Sister." The words cut through the air.
Faisal's eyes welled up with tears. "You're lying!" he shouted. He watched her for another time,his features softening.
"Anahita.........."
Her face had a frown to which he replied,"That's your name. It was given by mom. You...you look exactly like her. For a while,I thought she was standing before me."
Mishti's voice trembled. "Bhai, stop this war. We can live together." Her words pleaded.
Faisal's gaze snapped, his expression torn.
"Blood for blood, ana. Step out of it. You don't know the atrocities he committed against our family."
Sultan's jaw clenched. "Leave my bhhabijaan out of this," he growled.
"You are taking her head," saying Faisal pressed the dagger against Aaliyah's neck.
Sultan's movements were swift, calculated. He pulled Mishti to his chest, the gun pressed to her head.
Aaliyah screamed. "Sultan, no!" Her voice echoed through the warehouse.
Faisal's eyes widened. "You wouldn't!" he shouted.
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