Love, Law and Crime

Chapter 1

ZUBAIR'S P.O.V
I am running like a crazy man along with the doctors and nurses who are taking the stretcher to the OT(operation theatre). There are blood stains on my crisp white shirt but really I  don't care atleast not anymore.
I scoffed thinking the old me would have thrown a fit about this but the new me has no effect whatsoever..such petty things stopped mattering since her...
Her!!
The way my heart still flutters thinking about her but constricts too at the same time that's she's not with me now.
A voice of a nurse brought me back from my thoughts. She asked me if I'm the family of the patient?
I scoffed and replied..."No! A criminal can never be my family."

3 hours later

The Dr. cameout of the OT. I immediately get up along with the police officers . "How's he Dr.?" I asked."The operation is successful Alhamdulilah but we need to monitor him as his body is really weak ." The Dr replied." And please do not ask him questions that may put pressure on him to think hard as his heart is weak...very weak."the Dr further added with a finality in his tone. And here goes my chance to solve this case quickly. Just great! Absolutely great!.
"Wow! What an eventful day!" I said to my own self. I sank back in my seat. "Zubair bro, go back home, take some rest...look at yourself...you are barely recognizable...this is not you man"...said my best friend Inspector Furqan Alam. "I can't"...I replied anger evident in my tone. But guess what? He's in no mood to entertain my anger tantrums because next I know he brutally peeled me off my seat and said.."you need to go home...just look what you have made of yourself...have you gone crazy Zubair?...I know you miss Aminah bhabhi (sister in law)...I know her absence is killing you but this was destined to happen...this is known as Qadr(destiny).
"I know it's my Qadr and ofcourse I know all of this is Allah's plan but it doesn't less my pain...it does not erase the guilt I feel and her absence ignite the guilt even more Furqan...you don't know my brother..how it feels when the love of your life is no more a part of your life.." I replied to him expressing the agony in my voice.
After sometime I decided its really a waste of time to to wait here, so I was planning to go home only to be stopped by a familiar voice saying " Mr. Zubair Ibrahim Ahmad you have to accompany us to the police station as we have to record your statement regarding what happend today in the court room..said Furqan
I nodded my head following my best friend.
POLICE STATION (20:40 P.M)
"So buddy, I'm gonna start the recorder in a moment and I'll be asking questions to you and you have to tell me exactly what happened in the court room.." said Furqan. Listen Furqan, don't test me..I'm a criminal lawyer dude..its not like I'm doing it for the very first time..so just start already.".I replied in an irritated tone. "Chill dude I was just teasing you" replied the devil best friend of mine..he really is a moron. If he wasn't my best friend I would've broken his pretty nose..but no luck..I guess.
"So, Mr Zubair let's start"..said Furqan. "Mr Zubair Ibrahim Ahmad, tell me exactly what happened in the court room during the hearing? the time was 19:10."aksed Furqan."Well, I was standing asking Mr shetty the question as to who ordered him to shot Mr Amir Akram Ali." I replied...Amir..I really had started considering him like a brother...who's so dear to my Aminah..my life, my wife..the guilt I still have..I was brought back to my senses by the snap of Furqan's fingers..he had paused the recorder."Bro if you aren't emotionally well, then we can do this tomorrow....don't stress yourself man...just go home and rest..said Furqan.."I'm fine". I said in a dangerously calm tone..warning was very clear in the way I've replied to him.."ok then..let's restart.."said Furqan as he started the recorder.."What question were you asking Mr Shetty...please elaborate.." said Furqan.. "As I said I was asking him who ordered  him to shoot Mr Amir Akram Ali, he had simply replied that he did it out of personal grudge as Mr Amir was doing quite well in his business and he was jealous of him..but I wasn't buying it...so I finally trapped him in his own words and finally he was going to answer the question which could solve the whole case..the name of the person who was behind all of this..but before he could say something constable Malviya shot him straight at heart and committed suicide himself and from there everything happened in a rush..you know..the ambulance...the police...the screams and panic...me running to the hospital along with you officers....that's all.Furqan stopped the recorder and gave me a curt nod and I replied him with a curt nod too..then we said our salaams amd now I'm on way to home..I checked the time and its 21:02 p.m..Ya Allah! I missed the Jamat ( people pray in a group in rows in a masjid) of Salat-al-Isha...what can I do other than praying my salah at home...I checked my smart phone and it showed 15 missed calls..7 from Amma, 4 from Abba, 2 from Anfal Aapi and finally 2 from Minal, my beloved sisters, my strength and my pride...I'm gonna have a long scolding at home..I parked the car in the garage and rang the doorbell. A supposedly sweet voice which is not so sweet because of the anger evident in it greet my ears.