Kinza - The Dark Love

Chapter 11

KINZA

I sat at my old wooden desk, the screen of my laptop casting a faint blue glow across the room. My heart pounded as I scoured the internet, desperately searching for answers about my father. I was only eight when he died, and my memories of him were hazy at best. All I knew was what my mother had told me: he died in an accident during an underground war. But that story never felt complete. There were too many missing pieces, too many unanswered questions.

Frustrated with the lack of information on regular sites, I decided to take a risk. I had always been good with computers, sometimes wondering why I wasn’t a programmer. Tonight, I put that skill to use, diving into the dark web. It felt dangerous, but I was determined to uncover the truth.

I typed in the date and my father’s name: “Rehmaan Sultan.” Instantly, a flood of articles and information splashed across the screen. My eyes widened as I read through the entries, each one uglier than the last. The words blurred together, painting a picture of violence and betrayal.

Then, I found an article that made my blood run cold. “Kinza Sultan, the daughter of Rehmaan Sultan, was kidnapped by the rival of Rehmaan Sultan. It is reported that this order was made by Laal Khan. Both underground gangs fell into a war because Laal Khan’s son was also kidnapped, and it is believed that Rehmaan Sultan was responsible.”

I stared at the screen in shock. Kidnapped? Me? How could this be true? My mother never told me any of this. I felt a wave of confusion and fear wash over me. What the hell was happening? What else had been kept from me?

My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information. If my father had been involved in a gang war, then his death wasn’t just an accident. It was part of something much bigger and more dangerous. And if I had been kidnapped, how had I ended up back with my mother? 

I scrolled further, my heart sinking with each new detail. It seemed that my father and Laal Khan had been bitter enemies, each accusing the other of terrible things. The war between them had led to chaos and destruction, and I was caught in the middle of it.

I felt a deep anger rising within me. How could my mother keep all this from me? I deserved to know the truth about my father, about what really happened. I needed answers.

Taking a deep breath, I resolved to confront my mother. I had to know the full story, no matter how painful it might be. There was no turning back now. The truth was out there, and I was determined to find it.

I arrived at my mother’s mansion, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. The grand house loomed over me, its tall windows and ornate doors giving it an air of importance. I had grown up here, but today it felt like a stranger's home.

I needed answers. The things I found on the dark web haunted me. I had to know the truth about my father, about my past. I walked through the front door, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. My mother’s study was at the end of the hall. That’s where I would find her.

As I approached the study, I heard my mother’s voice. She was on the phone, and something in her tone made me stop. I stayed outside the door, listening closely.

“No! She doesn’t have any memory of what we did with her. And Nouman doesn’t have any memory either. We can’t risk everything. That was the last time I listened to you, not again. I can’t let my daughter go through hell because of me. She could have died and we did this. Nouman was there because that woman hated him. My daughter was there because I was selfish. I am not now. I regret everything, so keep me away from this mess.”

Her words echoed in my ears, and I felt my eyes widen with shock. My breathing became fast, and tears welled up in my eyes. What was she talking about? What did they do to me?