I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 37 - Vendetta or Love? 🥀

The night was thick with tension as Murtasim Khan arrived at the printing press with his men. The moonlight cast a cold glow on the scene, contrasting sharply with the heat of the anger simmering in Murtasim's eyes. His black mercedes came to a screeching halt, and the doors flew open. Murtasim, dressed in a black kurta and an off-white shawl that hung over his shoulders, moved with a predator's grace and a storm's fury. His men followed closely, their expressions set and determined.

Murtasim gestured his men to stay back with an open palm beside him. Without him uttering a single word, they understood as their feet froze. The air was thick with tension, and the silent command from him was clear. Murtasim was a man of action, and his silent authority spoke volumes.

Murtasim strode up to the press's entrance, the large double doors looming ahead. With a powerful shove, he slammed the doors open, the loud bang reverberating through the building. The employees inside looked up, startled, and their faces pale with fear as they took in the sight of the furious man who had just invaded their workspace. Ignoring the frightened stares, Murtasim headed straight for the office where Farukh sat. The door to Farukh's office swung open with a force that rattled the windows. Farukh looked up, his eyes widening in surprise and fear as Murtasim entered, a storm cloud of rage and desperation.

"Khan Sahab!" Farukh stammered, rising to his feet.

Murtasim's eyes blazed as he advanced on Farukh. "Meerab kahan thi?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Kahan hai Meri biwi??"

Farukh swallowed hard, his gaze darting to the door as if seeking an escape. "I... I don't know, Murtasim sahab. She was here that day, mere sath chaliye."

Murtasim's patience snapped. He grabbed Farukh by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground. "Farukh," he hissed, his voice dripping with vulnerability "Tell me everything you know, or I swear..."

Farukh gasped, his face pale. "She left with some men. They looked dangerous. I tried to interviene, but..."

Murtasim released him with a shove, sending Farukh stumbling back into his chair. "Chalo" he ordered. "Now."

Farukh nodded quickly, his hands shaking as he led Murtasim down a narrow hallway to the CCTV control room. Inside screens displayed various parts of the building, the flickering images offering a fragmented view of the night's events.

"Show me," Murtasim commanded.

Farukh's fingers trembled as he asked the man who typed on the keyboard, pulling up the footage from that day. The screen flickered and then displayed Meerab, walking out of the cabin with Ilyas and a few other men. Murtasim's breath caught in his throat, and he automatically clutched his right upper arm as if he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Moonbeam" He whispered to himself, "Meri- jaan" He breathed

"There she is," Farukh said, pointing to the screen. "That's Ilyas with her and the other men... They-."

Murtasim's eyes narrowed as he focused on Ilyas. "Zoom in," he ordered.

Farukh did as he was told, the image enlarging to reveal Ilyas's face twisted in a sinister smirk. Murtasim's gaze sharpened further as he spotted the gun in Ilyas's hand. The sight of the weapon near his Meerab sent a fresh wave of rage coursing through him.

Mein kabhi koi takleef de cheez uske qareeb nahi anay deta and you-you brought a gun near my wife. Ilyas, it's gonna be your last minute the minute my eyes see you" He cursed under his breath.

Murtasim's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white. "How long ago was this?" he demanded.

"About a day," Farukh replied, his voice shaking.