When Anan's brother commits a deadly mistake, she didn't knew, she had become the unwitting compensation for his kill. Later upon finding out. She became torn between loyalty and justice. The person who helped her escape, however, hold secrets of hi...
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Ghani's hand trembled as the keys in his hand fell down on the marble flooring. His face dyed red as he quickly glanced over his shoulder towards the door, checking for any observers. He quickly unlocked the locker and took out some cash.
He couldn't let his family find out about his gambling and those bets, especially not now, when his father's business hung low in the balance along with his mood and anger issues.
He immediately pocketed the cash, and took out another item wrapped tightly in a piece of black clothing. Putting the item inside his bike's helmet, he closed the locker and just as he was about to lock it.
"What are you doing?" A voice from behind asked making Ghani freeze in his track. He looked back, finding Anan and his mother standing in the door way.
"What are *you* doing here?" He asked in return while Anan glanced behind his back, finding the half opened locker's door with keys stuck in the keyhole.
"Ghani, did you want pocket money?" Their mother asked with darting eyes. While at the same time Anan questioned. "Were you stealing money from there!?"
"What? Why would I steal? this is my father's money and I've a full right on it." Ghani replied, slamming the locker and furiously turning the keys to lock it.
"Ghani if you wanted some cash you could've asked me." Their mother stated a little too submissively for Anan's liking. As Ghani turned back towards them.
"I didn't have to ask you for some little cash Mother, it's right there I can take it myself." Ghani grunted as he pass by his mother.
Anan grabbed his helmet as he was walking by her, making him snatched it back. "What's your problem? Can't you mind your own business?"
"Ghani, don't shout, she is your elder sister." Their mother chimed making Ghani rolled his eyes.
Anan narrowed her eyes, noting his protective behaviour, for some strange reasons he seemed different to her. Her guts twirled in anxiety as she watched his darting eyes and the tightening grip on his helmet.
She stared at his grip and then at her hand in air, putting her hand by her side, she queried. "Are you hiding something?"
"No!" Ghani exclaimed, almost too quickly after she asked making Anan even more suspicious. "Ok, I'm out, make yourself at home Anan!" He said, walking past her and out the door.
"What do you mean Ghani!" Fariha begum shouted from behind while Anan just stood there for a few second in silence before her mother broke the silence. "Sit here Anan," she said taping the spot beside her on the sofa.
Anan sat and waited for her to speak whatever important things she had wanted to speak her about as she dragged her here.
"What do you think about Sheryar?" Fariha begum asked directly after a few minutes of complete silence. Anan turned her head towards her mother as she asked that.
