Dasht-e-Ulfat Novel By Shazain Zainab

Dasht-e-Ulfat Ep # 4

This scene is set in Dubai's most expensive hotel... The Palazzo Versace Hotel, one of the most luxurious in Dubai. It is a vast, grand building that leaves onlookers in awe. Today, the hotel staff was busier than usual, as the night party hosted by Dubai's Don was about to begin in a short while. The Palazzo Versace's grand Gala Ballroom was fully prepared, with every element a testimony to its luxury. Along with the spacious ballroom, the pool area was also set up. Everything was absolutely perfect...

In just a little while, the guests started arriving. Prominent businessmen from around the world, political leaders, many gangsters from the underworld, mafia leaders, numerous undercover agents from various countries, as well as many of Dubai's renowned wealthy personalities, including Dubai's prince, were invited to Zak's party night...

Shehzad had just entered Palazzo Versace, accompanied by his current girlfriend, Lily. Wearing black pants, branded shoes, a white shirt, black tie, and a black coat, with his hair neatly styled, he looked incredibly handsome. On the other hand, Lily was dressed in a black maxi dress, black heels underneath, her golden hair lightly curled, wearing deep red lipstick, light blue eyeliner, and mascara over her eyes, making her look stunning. The two made a perfect pair. Arm in arm, they were heading toward the ballroom, catching everyone's gaze...

But there was one person who couldn't stand seeing them together. His heart ached at the sight, and he turned his eyes away.

"Shehzad, who are you looking for? Why are you glancing around?" Lily asked in her broken Urdu.

"I'm looking for the one who organized this party," Shehzad replied, scanning the surroundings intently.

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He was standing in front of the mirror, buttoning up his black shirt and putting on his coat, when someone knocked on the door.
"Who?" he asked in a single word.
"Zak, it's Hadid," replied Hadid, who was standing outside, letting out a cold sigh.
"Come in," Zak said while adjusting his coat.
"Are you ready, Zak?" Hadid asked as soon as he entered.
"No, I'm sleeping," Zak replied in a bored tone.
"Ugh, this guy never gives a straight answer..." Hadid thought to himself.
"So, what information did you bring?" Zak asked as he sat down on the couch.
"All the guests have arrived... and our men have also brought Saleem Sahib," Hadid explained and sat on the couch across from him.
"Good," Zak said, giving Hadid a sharp look.
Feeling Zak's eyes on him, Hadid straightened up in his seat.
"Hadid, you know she can never be yours... she loves someone else. And the biggest thing is, she's not a Muslim, and she can never be yours. Why don't you understand, man?" Zak started.
"Zak, I have no control over my heart. I don't know why, but every time I see her with him, my blood boils," Hadid said, exhausted, resting his head on the back of the couch.
"Hadid..." Zak glared at him angrily.
"Don't you know our business? We're mafia. If we let these emotions take over us, we're finished. You have one minute to get yourself together, or don't even bother showing me your face after this party. Understand?" Zak's furious voice echoed through the room, making Hadid sit up straight in an instant.
"I'm fine, Zak. It's just that sometimes, this heart rebels," Hadid said in a tired tone.
"Get control over your heart, Hadid, or throw it out if you can't. But don't let it make you weak. At the party, I want to see the Hadid who never bowed to his heart's whims. Otherwise, I've already read the funeral prayers for many of my loyal men, and I won't hesitate to do the same for you—saying one of my comrades was killed by his own heart. Don't forget your mission, your goal. Understand? If she's destined for you, nothing will stop her from coming to you. If you've understood, come outside. Otherwise, make yourself scarce," Zak said as he turned to leave.
Hadid spoke just as Zak was about to walk out.
"Zak, the snake of love is very venomous... I wouldn't wish it upon even my worst enemy," Hadid said, staring at the ceiling, his voice heavy.
"If you don't straighten up now, my snake will definitely bite you," Zak gave him a cold, stern look, to which Hadid laughed as he got up.
Now, they were both heading outside together. Just as they stepped out of the building, they spotted three familiar faces. Seeing them, both Zak and Hadid smiled slightly.
The five of them then got into their respective cars, heading to the party. Five black cars drove out, one after the other.