Namal | English Version

Chap.15

The knives were raised, around the veins and arteries

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the morning sun's light was painting the edges of the clouds with shades of red and purple, in the bustling business district of the city, He was entering the tall building. He was wearing a black pant and a shirt with buttons. His hair was very short, like a military cut, just an inch long, like he had shaved a few days ago. He looked better than the Faris from two weeks ago. A metal detector was standing at the entrance. People were passing through it, he slipped out from the side and moved on, the guards were startled. Someone called out to him. Faris ignored them and went to the reception for a moment. "Where is Hashim kardar's office?" he asked in a raised eyebrow. "On the fifth floor," the receptionist started to say, but Faris had already moved on. The guards followed him helplessly. He entered the lift and closed the door before they could catch up. The guard was frantically informing someone on the wireless. When the lift door opened on the fifth floor, a guard was standing there with a wireless in hand. Faris ignored him and moved on. He probably knew the office. The floor number had slipped his mind. "Is Hashim inside?" he asked the secretary briefly. She stood up, surprised, saying "yes". The guard was running towards them, signaling him to stop. "You can't go in like this, you didn't clear security downstairs," Faris pushed him aside and entered the office. The guard ran back, stunned. Inside, Hashim was talking to some people. He looked up, startled. Faris looked at the people in the room and said, "Send them away, I need to talk." Hashim's lips were... "Sir, I was trying to stop him but....." okay, fine, I called him?" Hashim smiled and signaled them to leave. When they left, Hashim sat down behind him and looked at Faris silently. "Why did you call me?" he asked in a raised eyebrow. Hashim stood up and went to the wall. There was a painting in the middle of the wall. Hashim slid the painting to the right, revealing a hidden compartment.

Inside, there was a safe installed in the wall. He dialed some numbers and opened the safe. Its back was now facing Faris, and he couldn't see the password or the inside of the safe. Hashim closed the safe and turned around, placing some documents and a plastic bag on the table. Jewelry was visible inside the clear bag. "Your trust... after your arrest, the police kept coming to the house, so Mom had already removed all your valuable items from there. Check it." He said in a friendly but cautious tone while sitting down. Faris just glanced at everything and then raised his eyebrows at Hashim. "Okay... and what else?" I made a lot of efforts for your release. I gave Justice Sikandar a lot of favors, and now that I was about to give up, he finally released you. Anyway... you're out now, start a new life. " Let's come to the point." Fais interrupted him impatiently. Hashim took a deep breath and slightly shrugged his shoulders. "And you'll need a job, and I have a good position for you."

"I don't need , anything else?" He stood up and gathered his things. Hashim looked at him with disappointment. "We're cousins, your problem is my problem." But my wife wasn't your wife". Faris' voice rose, anger in his eyes, his ears turned red. "Do you think I've forgotten how you used to provoke her against me?"  Oh God, " Hashim shook his head in a bowed manner. "Why don't you clear this misconception once and for all? She was like my sister, if you want me to swear on a holy book about it, I'll do it, I'm an honest man." Faris was looking at him with suspicion. "Despite your behavior, I never doubted you. I never thought for a moment that you would commit those murders. I believed in your innocence, but you don't believe in me." He looked hurt. Faris' expressions softened, but he kept looking at him. Hashim stood up now. There was a table between them. "And I'm worried about you. What do you want to do now?" What should someone do whose family members have been murdered? Except for catching every responsible person?"

The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, like carbon monoxide. Hashim's breath was getting shorter. He involuntarily loosened his tie. "I'm with you. You won't find a better lawyer than me to revive this case and bring the real culprits to justice. So don't work here, but when and if you find out anything, you'll come to me first." Hashim extended his hand for a handshake. Faris stood frozen, then hesitantly shook hands. Hashim smiled. When Faris left, the jawharat on the threshold caught his eye. There was anxiety on his face. He quickly approached Hashim and asked, "Why did he coms?" while closing the door. "Whenever I see her free, I see handcuffs in your hands." Hashim ignored his concern and worry. "I called him. Job offer, but he didn't agree." "Was it a job to keep him busy and prevent any revenge?" Hashim nodded in affirmation. The jawharat took a deep breath. " don't he doubt you , did he?" His suspicions were growing. "If he did, he wouldn't have left so easily. He's used to talking with his hands and is not an actor at all." His phone rang again, and he irritably received the call. "Yes, I've also been to your office. I'm just coming. Put the necessary things in this case. I'm going to work, see you in the evening." "Okay..." Jawharat forced a smile.

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This was the study room of that elegantly decorated bungalow, where she was sitting in front of her laptop, working. Her hair was tied up, and her green eyes were narrowed, pencil in her mouth, staring at the screen. Then she bowed her head and started writing on a file. Suddenly, she glanced at the window and stopped. Two twin girls were walking with their peers, two or three children. Sara touched the pen and unconsciously went outside to the lounge. Zareena Begum was sitting there, sewing something. Occasionally, they would also glance at the TV. "Sara, are we becoming shameless by watching these Turkish dramas?" She sought agreement, but Zareena Begum wasn't listening. "Mom, you sent the girls to the park again. I had forbidden it." She said helplessly, standing over them with furrowed brows. Zareena Begum looked at her with annoyance over her glasses.

"Just stop, you're getting so worried as if I have sent them alone. There were other kids around and Karnal  Khurshid's maid too. They'll be back in an hour" "You're also doing wonders. " She said, dissatisfied, sitting next to her but at the edge of the seat. "You know, mom, the situation is so bad, yet you send them out. " Your daughters are my nieces too, not my enemies." She continued sewing, ignoring her. "I'm not a coward, Saadi also keeps saying that." She was upset and worried. "Have you forgotten Waris's death? How he was murdered. When someone in the family is murdered, the family members can't be the same, they can't be." "You didn't tell me about Faris' release Azeez bother wife told me." She stopped sewing and turned her attention to her. She ignored all her talk. Sara's eyes widened in surprise. Faris... he wasn't released, what does that mean?"." You didn't know?" She was surprised. "He was released when you were in London." "Saadi wouldn't know either, otherwise, he would have mentioned it." She was puzzled. "But how can this be? Suddenly?" She was perplexed. "And Saadi didn't tell me either. What else did Auntie tell you?" "That he's staying at his uncle's house. He didn't go to jawharat or Nadra's either. But it's good. I never thought he was guilty. Thank God the child is safe." She continued sewing. "Yes, Saadi also said that. Faris can't do such a thing. But it's been a week and I had no idea." She was surprised, then glanced at her watch and reached for her phone. " To Whom are you calling?" "I have karnal Khurshi's maid's number. I'll tell her to bring them home soon. It's been 15 minutes." She said, worried, dialing the number. Zareena Begum sighed and rubbed her forehead. There was no cure for Sara.

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