𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Chapter 6: The Hideout

"Leave it, take this phone," Abbas said to Zehra, taking the scarf from her hands and handing her his phone.

"Call the last dialed number." He said looking at the road.

"Why?" She asked.

"Just do it." He said being annoyed.

Zehra put the phone on speaker, a voice answered, "Hello!"

"Listen carefully to what I'm saying!" Abbas said being serious, "Those people even came to the palace. Send someone to clean up the situation and book a hotel room, then send me the location."

The person on the other end replied, "Okay, sir. Got it."

After the call ended, Zehra asked, "Who was that?"

Abbas ignored her question and told her to call the doctor, saying, "The third dialed number is her."

Zehra called the doctor, who happened to be the same one who had treated her earlier.

Abbas said quickly, "I'll send you the address, come there. And if possible, bring a shirt too."

"What's happened, Abbas?" The doctor sensed something was wrong.

"Just do as I say." Abbas didn't think it was necessary to explain further.

After the call ended, Zehra asked him who 'OP' was, seeing the name in Abbas's dialed numbers.

Abbas quickly took the phone from her and said coldly, "You don't need to know." The number belonged to Owais Pathan and Abbas couldn't tell this to Zehra.

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The car arrived at an underground parking lot, where the doctor was already waiting. She got in the car. Abbas also got out and sat in the back seat.

Zehra had turned around on her seat, her eyes fixed on Abbas with a mix of concern and curiosity. Abbas, sensing her gaze, removed his shirt, revealing a large and deep gash on his back. Zehra's eyes widened as she took in the sight. The wound was bigger and more severe than she had anticipated.
The doctor, who had been watching the exchange, moved in closer and began to examine the wound more closely. Zehra watched in silence as the doctor carefully cleaned and bandaged the area. Abbas winced slightly as the doctor worked, but otherwise remained still, his eyes fixed on Zehra.

After a few moments, the doctor finished the bandaging and handed Abbas a shirt.

"Here, put this on," she said gently.
Abbas took the shirt and slowly put it on, his movements careful to avoid exacerbating the wound. Zehra watched the entire process, her eyes never leaving Abbas's face.

As Abbas finished dressing, Zehra spoke up, her voice soft. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her concern evident in her tone.

Abbas turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm fine," he said, his voice low. "Thanks to you, the bleeding was stemmed."

Zehra nodded, her eyes still fixed on his face.

"We should get you to a hospital," Doctor said, her voice firm. "This wound needs proper care."

Abbas nodded, "I know," he said. "But for now, I just need to get out of here."

The doctor looked at both of them and said with great displeasure, "If you had told me, I would have brought coats for both of you. You two aren't even wearing warm clothes in this cold weather. Especially you, Zehra, you fainted early this morning."

Abbas also realized that she was right. "I'll get them from the market," he said, buttoning up his shirt.

The doctor left. Abbas returned to the driver's seat and started driving again. After a while, Zehra asked Abbas a question that had been circulating in her mind, "Someone wants to kill you?"