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A sharp sound echoed through the room.

Shehreyar rubbed his burning cheek, a smug smile spreading across his face, his eyes bloodshot.

"How could you do this?? Tum itne neech hosakte ho, maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Mere abu zindagi aur maut se larr rahe hain. Tum itne be-dil kaise ho sakte ho?" Anum's voice quivered as tears streamed down her face. ("How could you do this? I never imagined you could stoop so low. My father is fighting for his life. How can you be so heartless?)

He scoffed, "Be-dil? Abhi toh kuch kiya bhi nahi hai maine." (Heartless? I haven't even begun.)

"Just shut up! Mujhe khud se hakaarat hoti hai, ghin ati hai khud se ke maine tum jaise se mohabbat ki! Tum toh meri nafrat ke bhi layak nahi ho." (Just shut up! I feel repulsed by myself for ever loving someone like you. You're not even worthy of my hatred.)

His once cold eyes softened, and the wicked smile vanished.

"Tum dono ko Khuda is ki saza zaroor dega." (You both will definitely be punished by God.)

She turned to leave but paused and looked over her shoulder.  "Aur ek aur baat. Irtaza mere shohar hain, unke khilaaf me ek lafz bhi nahi sunungi." (And one more thing. Irtaza is my husband, and I won't tolerate a word against him.)

Wiping her tears, she made her way to the reception desk. "Excuse me, can you please tell me how much my father's bill is? He is in room 317," she asked the receptionist.

"Sure, just a minute. With taxes, it came up as 1 lac."

"1 lac??" Anum asked her worriedly.

"Yes and the amount has already been settled."

"Already been settled? But by who?"

The receptionist scrolled on the screen in front of her, "payment has been done under the name of Irtaza Khan."

"Oh..okay. ThankYou."

She went to the lobby and placed the water bottles on the chair. Fatima was not present there.

Irtaza came and sat beside her. "Anum, tum tension mat lo, sab theek hojayega. Mujhe pata chal gaya hai yeh kisne kiya hai." (Anum, don't worry. Everything will be fine. I have found out who did this.)

"Shehreyar ne kiya hai, I know." (It was Shehreyar, I know.)

He looked at her, stunned. "Tumhe kaise..?" (How do you-)

"Woh yahan aya tha." (He came here.)

"Usne tumse baat ki?" His hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving with rage. (He spoke to you?)

Anum nodded slightly.

"Woh yahan aya, tumse baat kar ke chala bhi gaya aur tumne mujhe batana bhi zaroori nahi samjha? I'll fucking kill him!" He was about to stand up, but Anum gripped his hand, stopping him. (He came here, talked to you, and left, without you thinking it necessary to tell me? I'll kill him!)

"Irtaza, don't do anything. It would be better if we let the law handle it."

He ran a hand over his face, trying to control his anger, and dialed someone.

After talking for some time, he disconnected the call. "I've talked to the Superintendent. I know him personally. My guards are after Shehreyar as well. Whoever catches him first will bring him to me."

"Irtaza, by law, I mean that actually let the law punish him."

"You don't have to worry about that. He will get his punishment from me only."