FOURSOME HARMONY

Part 13

Recap

Haider’s expression grew serious as he realized the weight of Babar’s words. "Whatever it is, I’m with you. Danish needs to learn a lesson, for his own good."
Babar gave a slight nod, a silent understanding passing between them. Whatever Babar was planning, it was clear that Danish wasn’t going to see it coming.

Continue

Danish came back after meeting Zain, sat nervously on the couch, Babar and Haider entered the room, their expressions serious. Babar had a steely look in his eyes, while Haider seemed more disappointed than angry.

"Danish," Babar began sternly, "do you have any idea how irresponsible it was to stay out that late?

Danish looked down,I’m sorry, Babar. I didn’t mean to—"

"You didn’t mean to what?" Haider interrupted, his voice sharp. "You got yourself sick by being out late in the cold. You knew better, and yet you still did it."

Danish fidgeted, trying to think of something to say, but his mind was blank. He knew there was no excuse for his actions.

"You’re not getting away with just an apology this time," Babar said, crossing his arms. "You’re going to learn a lesson."

Danish’s heart sank as Babar’s words registered. He tried to back away, but Babar grabbed him by the arm, pulling him towards the center of the room. Panic set in as Danish realized what was about to happen.

"Bhai, please! I’m too old for this!" Danish pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

"You’re old enough to make better decisions, you knew it before that no one is allowed to go out after 10 but you still sneaked out" Babar shot back, not loosening his grip.

Before Danish could protest further, Babar pulled him over to the armrest of the couch, pushing him forward until he was bent over it.

"No, please!" Danish begged, trying to twist away, but Babar held him firmly in place.

"This is for your own good," Babar said, his tone firm.

Then it began. Spank!

Danish yelped in pain. "Ow! Please, Bhai, stop!"

Spank!

"This is for staying out late and worrying everyone after getting sick" Babar said sternly, bringing his hand down again.

Danish’s screams echoed through the room. "I’m sorry! It hurts! Aahhhhh"

Spank!

Spank!

"Good! Maybe next time you’ll think twice!" Babar continued, his hand landing with each word.

Spank!

Danish squirmed and kicked, but Babar didn’t let up. His backside stung with each spank, and his cries grew louder.

"Please, Babar, I won’t do it again!" Danish screamed, tears streaming down his face.

Finally, Babar stopped, his hand hovering in the air as he looked down at his sobbing brother. Danish’s body trembled with each shuddering breath.

Babar sighed, his voice softening slightly. "We did this because we care about you, Danish. Now never try to go out late at night unless its important, I think you will learn from this punishment."

Danish nodded, still crying, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry…"

Babar gently lifted him off the armrest.

"You need to rest now," Haider said, his tone is more gentle than before.

Danish nodded, too exhausted to argue. As he carefully sat down, he could still feel the sting of the spanking, a constant reminder of what had happened.

Just then, Haider turned to Qasim, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold from a chair nearby.

Haider:"Qasim, we need to take care of those stitches. They’ve healed enough, and it’s time to remove them."

Qasim hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes. "Do we really have to do it now?"

Haider gave him a reassuring look. "Yes, Qasim. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be. Come on, take off your shirt."

Qasim swallowed nervously but nodded, knowing Haider was right.
With trembling hands, he slowly removed his shirt, exposing the stitched wound on his side. He glanced at Haider, a mix of fear and trust in his eyes.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be quick," Haider said, picking up a pair of scissors and moving closer.

Qasim closed his eyes, bracing himself. Haider carefully began cutting the stitches, each snip making Qasim flinch slightly.

But when Haider finished, Qasim couldn’t help but let out a loud scream, more from the anticipation than the actual pain.

"Ow! That hurt!" Qasim exclaimed, glaring at Haider.

Haider chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "You’ll live, Qasim. It wasn’t that bad."

Qasim grumbled under his breath, rubbing the now stitch-free area. "Yeah, easy for you to say…"

Haider laughed, shaking his head as he cleaned up. "You’ll be fine."

A Few Days Later

Babar was preparing to attend a high-profile CEO’s party that evening. Despite the recent events, life was slowly returning to normal, and the brothers were starting to relax again. Dressed in a sharp suit, Babar looked every bit the confident businessman he was.

"Don’t stay out too late," Haider called after him as Babar prepared to leave.

"I’ll be back before you know it," Babar replied with a smile. "Try not to miss me too much."

The party was in full swing when Babar arrived, filled with the city’s elite. The atmosphere was lively, but there was a sense of unease that Babar couldn’t shake off.

Hours passed, and as Babar finally decided to leave, he stepped outside into the cool night air. But before he could reach his car, a black van screeched to a stop in front of him. He barely had time to react before masked men jumped out, grabbing him and forcing him into the van.

Babar struggled, but they were too strong. They tied his hands and blindfolded him, muffling his protests as the van sped away.

Back at home,
the other brothers started to worry when midnight came and Babar hadn’t returned. Danish, paced nervously in the living room.

"He should’ve been back by now," Qasim said, his voice full of concern.

"What if something happened?" Danish asked, his fear growing with each passing minute.

"We need to find him," Haider said, grabbing his car keys. "This isn’t like him."

Danish’s heart raced as they set out to search for Babar. They called Zain for help, hoping he might have some information. But as the hours ticked by and Babar was still nowhere to be found, the fear that something terrible had happened grew stronger.

Danish couldn’t shake the feeling that this was somehow connected to his secret meeting, even though he hadn’t told his brothers about it. The thought of Babar being in danger because of him was unbearable.

As they continued searching, Danish knew they had to find Babar before it was too late. Whatever the reason for his disappearance, they couldn’t afford to lose him.

What do you think will happen next?

Will the brothers find Babar in time?

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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