The days following Ayan’s bullying incident were fraught with tension. Saad tried to focus on his studies and his duties at the community center, but his thoughts kept drifting to Murtasim and Ayan. He couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to escalate.
One evening, Murtasim summoned Saad to the mansion. Saad arrived with a mixture of anticipation and dread, unsure of what awaited him. Asim led him to the study, where Murtasim stood by the window, his posture rigid with barely-contained anger.
“Saad, thank you for coming,” Murtasim said without turning around.
“Of course, sir. How can I help?” Saad asked, sensing the tension in the room.
Murtasim turned to face him, his eyes blazing with determination. “I’ve identified the boys who bullied Ayan. They need to be taught a lesson.”
Saad swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “What are you planning to do?”
Murtasim’s expression was cold and calculating. “I’m going to pay them a visit. They need to understand that actions have consequences.”
Saad’s mind raced. He knew Murtasim’s reputation and the lengths he would go to protect his family. “Let me come with you,” Saad said, surprising himself with his boldness.
Murtasim raised an eyebrow, his intense gaze fixed on Saad. “Why?”
“Because I want to help. And because I understand what Ayan is going through,” Saad replied, his voice steady despite his fear.
Murtasim’s expression softened slightly. “Very well. But stay close and follow my lead.”
They drove in silence to the address Murtasim had obtained. Saad’s nerves were on edge, but he was determined to see this through. When they arrived, Murtasim’s bodyguards positioned themselves strategically around the house.
Murtasim knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman answered, her expression wary. “Can I help you?”
Murtasim’s voice was calm but firm. “I need to speak with your son. It’s about an incident at school.”
The woman’s face paled, and she called her son to the door. The boy’s eyes widened in fear when he saw Murtasim. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he stammered.
Murtasim stepped forward, his presence dominating the space. “You bullied my brother, Ayan. Do you deny it?”
The boy shook his head, his bravado crumbling. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Murtasim’s gaze was unforgiving. “You’re going to apologize to Ayan in person. And you’re going to promise that this will never happen again.”
The boy nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I promise.”
Murtasim turned to Saad, his expression softening slightly. “Do you think that’s sufficient?”
Saad nodded, relieved that the situation was being resolved without violence. “Yes, I think it is.”
As they left the house, Murtasim’s tension seemed to ease. “Thank you for coming with me, Saad. Your presence made a difference.”
Saad smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I’m just glad we could help Ayan.”
They drove back to the mansion in silence, but the atmosphere was less tense. When they arrived, Murtasim invited Saad inside. “There’s something I want to discuss with you.”
Saad followed Murtasim to the study, where Murtasim poured them both a drink. “I’ve noticed some things about you, Saad,” Murtasim said, his tone serious.
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FanfictionIn the shadows of a sprawling city, Murtasim reigns as a ruthless mafia king, his heart as cold and unyielding as the empire he controls. Feared and respected in equal measure, he is a man who bends the world to his will, with no room for weakness o...
