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The room fell silent as Ibrahim closed the door behind him. Only he and Saima remained. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw emotions hanging between them. Saima lay in the hospital bed, her eyes haunted but resolute. Ibrahim approached her with a determined look, his voice soft but firm.

"Saima, can you tell me the names of the men who did this to you? Do you know them?"

Saima's eyes clouded with pain and anger. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I only know one of them. His name is Wahaj Shah."

Ibrahim's eyes widened slightly. "You mean Waqar Shah's son, Wahaj Shah?"

Saima let out a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with disbelief and tears. "Why are you scared of them, Ibrahim Bhai? Or will they buy your justice and law? I don't believe in the law because there is no justice in Pakistan. If you are not rich, you are not worthy of justice. My dad is a bank manager. He doesn't earn enough to fight my case."

Ibrahim looked at her with unwavering determination. "I am not one of Waqar Shah's dogs. I will get to the bottom of this, and Wahaj Shah will be hung till death. But before that, you have to tell me everything they did, said to you, and you said to them."

Saima closed her eyes, gathering the strength to relive her nightmare. She began to recount the harrowing details, her voice trembling as she described the men's cruel laughter, the feeling of helplessness, and the pain. Ibrahim listened intently, his fists clenched in anger, his resolve strengthening with every word.

After she finished, a heavy silence filled the room. Ibrahim placed a comforting hand on Saima's shoulder. "Thank you for trusting me, Saima. I promise you, they will pay for this."

With a final look of determination, Ibrahim left the room and joined Zain in the hallway. They headed straight to the police station, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on their shoulders.

The police station was a small, cramped building with peeling paint and flickering fluorescent lights. Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Ibrahim and Zain walked up to the front desk, where a weary-looking officer sat, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized Ibrahim.

"We need to file an FIR against a rape case culprit," Ibrahim stated firmly.

The officer hesitated, his eyes darting nervously. "Who is the complaint against?"

"Wahaj Shah, son of Waqar Shah," Ibrahim replied, his voice steady.

The officer's face paled, and he stammered, "I... I'm not sure if we can..."

Ibrahim interrupted, his tone cold and commanding. "This is a warrant for his arrest. You will file the FIR and arrest him under rape charges. Now."

The officer swallowed hard, glancing at the warrant in Ibrahim's hand. Reluctantly, he nodded and began the paperwork. Ibrahim watched him intently, ensuring there were no mistakes.

Once the FIR was filed, Ibrahim called Saima. "Saima, they've filed the FIR. They will be arrested."

In the opulent living room of Waqar Shah's mansion, his assistant rushed in, turning on the TV. The breaking headlines blared: "We bring you an important news update: Prominent politician Waqar Shah's son, Wahaj Shah, and his four friends have been arrested from his house in Islamabad for the crime of assaulting a girl from their university."

Waqar Shah shot up from his chair, his face contorted with rage. He called his wife, his voice a thunderous roar. "This is all because of you! You made him like that! Why did he need to do this to a girl from his university? Did he not find anyone in a brothel?"