THE END OF LOVE

"The End of love" (part 06)

EPISODE 06

Three Days Ago

The lunch table was set in Ibrahim Villa, and everyone was eating. Suddenly, Laiba's phone beeped. "Humaira sent a message." She opened it and saw that Humaira was asking her to come over that night to help with an assignment. Laiba replied with "Okay" and put the phone down. She informed everyone at the table that she would be going to Humaira's house that night. Since this wasn't something new, no one paid much attention. She then went to her room to work on her assignment.

As she was busy with her work, her phone rang. "Oh, brother! I already said I'll come, so what's the issue now?" She answered the call without even bothering to check who was calling. A male voice came from the other end, "Ehmmm, Laiba Begum, where are you getting ready to go?" The voice was soft, almost like a whisper. Laiba glanced at the screen, and her lips parted in an "Ohhh" of surprise. "Hammad, how are you? I thought it was Humaira," she said, trying to explain her previous tone. "What made you remember me?" Laiba wasn't sure what to ask, so she settled on this.

"Umm, can't I think of Mrs. Hammad?" He spoke with a tone of familiarity.

"Umm, you can, but I'm not Mrs. Hammad just yet..." she said, trying to suppress a smile. There was a brief silence on the other side.

"So, when are you heading over there? Can we meet?" he asked, though his tone was somewhat strange. Laiba chose to ignore it.

"I'll be leaving around 8, but we can't meet today. I'm a bit busy," she tried to brush him off.

"Umm, alright then. I'll be busy too. Talk to you later." He abruptly ended the call. Laiba resumed her work.

Hammad, meanwhile, immediately dialed another number. "I'm sending you the location and timing. Do as I've instructed. I'll handle the rest." He was sitting in his office's power seat as he spoke.

Far away, in Qasr-e-Sikandar, everyone was busy with their own tasks. Sikandar Usman was at his office. Ali Usman's family had gone to visit some relatives, and Hina was resting in her room.

"Mummy, I'm leaving now," Suleiman said, lightly knocking on the door to inform her as he moved forward. He instructed a servant to tell the driver to get the car ready. Just then, his phone rang. "Yes, speak," he answered casually, a habit he had with Saad.

"Hey man, Ateeb is saying we should plan to meet tonight," Saad said cheerfully.

"Alright, there's no better place than the dhaba. Let's meet there then," Suleiman suggested before hanging up the phone. After a 15-minute drive, he arrived at a tall, sprawling building and parked. The building was made of glass, beautiful and delicate, as if crafted with great care. He walked through the entrance, responding to the greetings from the people around him with a slight nod. His secretary walked behind him, flanked by two bodyguards in official attire-black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces, their faces expressionless. As he approached his office, the secretary stepped ahead to open the door. Suleiman entered and ordered everyone, including the guards, to leave. He then instructed Lilly to send Rehab in, and he took his seat at the desk.

Dressed in a grey suit, with his hair slicked back with gel, he looked as handsome as ever. In the office, he was the ideal man in the eyes of both male and female employees. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door, and he granted permission to enter.

"Come in, Rehab. Have a seat," he said with a cold smile.

"Yes, sir, what are your orders?" Rehab asked as he sat down.

"You won't come in tomorrow. And don't ask any questions, or I'll have you beaten so badly you won't even recognize your own face," Suleiman's eyes were burning, and his tone was cold. It was rare to see such an expression and hear such a tone from him.