FOURSOME HARMONY

PART 15

Recap
As they left the office, Haider turned to Danish and Qasim. “We need to contact Zain and tell him about Akeel. He might know how to find him.”

Qasim’s face was set with determination. “We’ll get Babar back. No matter what it takes.”
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As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the brothers sat around a table at their house, faces grim with worry. Danish, Haider, Qasim, and Zain had been searching for Babar all night, but time was slipping away, and Babar’s life was in danger. The newfound information about Akeel had given them a lead, but they still didn’t know where he was hiding.

Zain’s phone buzzed, interrupting the tense silence. He glanced at the screen, his face hardening as he read the message.

“I think I’ve got something,” Zain announced, standing up quickly.

The brothers looked at him with anticipation.

“I spoke to a friend who works in customs,” Zain explained. “He told me Akeel’s been involved in some serious smuggling operations. It turns out Akeel’s been trying to set up a weapons factory under the radar, and he needs Babar’s signature to get the contracts through without raising any red flags.”

“That’s why he took Babar,” Danish said, feeling sick. “Babar wouldn’t agree to help him, so Akeel tried to force him.”

Zain nodded. “Exactly. But my contact also gave me an address. It’s an old warehouse just outside the city. It’s been under observation for a while because of suspicious activity, but no one has made a move on it yet.”

Haider stood up, determination etched across his face. “That’s where Babar is. Let’s go.”

They quickly gathered what they needed and headed out, the air in the car thick with tension. Danish sat silently, his hands clenched into fists, his guilt and fear swirling together. Haider, the ever-calm older brother, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind focused on getting Babar back. Qasim sat next to him, anger flashing in his eyes as he thought of what Akeel had done to their brother. Zain, ever the resourceful one, was already coordinating with his contacts in law enforcement.

“Once we get to the warehouse, we’ll have to be careful,” Zain said. “Akeel’s not just some thug. He’s got dangerous men with him, and they won’t hesitate to use force.”

Haider nodded, his jaw set. “We’ll do whatever it takes to get Babar back."

As they approached the warehouse, Zain pulled the car to a stop a few blocks away, wanting to keep their approach discreet. The brothers could see a few men standing guard near the entrance, rifles slung over their shoulders.

Zain made a quick call, notifying his police contacts of their location and the plan. “The police will be here in twenty minutes,” he told the others. “We can’t wait for them. Babar might not have that long.”

Haider looked at Zain, his voice steady but firm. “We go in now. You handle the guards, Zain. Qasim and I will look for Babar inside.”

Danish, feeling the weight of his earlier hesitation, nodded. “I’ll help Zain with the guards. Let’s move quickly.”

Zain led the way, approaching the warehouse quietly. The guards were caught off guard by the brothers’ swift approach. Zain disarmed one of them quickly, while Danish knocked the other to the ground before they could raise an alarm.

With the guards taken care of, Haider, Qasim, and Danish pushed open the door to the warehouse, slipping inside.

The warehouse was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with the smell of machines and something sharp—probably the leftovers from the smuggling operation. Akeel’s men were spread out across the room, but the brothers moved with purpose, making their way deeper into the building.

As they entered a large room, they saw Babar, tied to a chair, his body slumped forward. His face was bruised, and his clothes were torn, blood seeping through the fabric.

“Bhai!” Haider whispered urgently as they rushed over to him.

Babar groaned, barely conscious, his head lifting slightly at the sound of his brothers’ voices. “Haider… Qasim…” he muttered weakly, his voice raspy from pain.

Haider knelt down beside him, quickly checking his wounds. “We’re going to get you out of here, okay? Just hold on.”

As Haider and Qasim untied him, Akeel’s voice echoed through the room.

“Leaving so soon?”

The brothers turned to see Akeel standing at the entrance, flanked by two armed men. His face twisted into a cruel smile. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

Zain stepped forward, his gun drawn. “It’s over, Akeel. We’ve already called the police. You’re done.”

Akeel laughed darkly. “You’re all too late. I’ll get what I want, one way or another.”

But before Akeel could order his men to attack, the sound of sirens filled the air. Zain’s contacts had arrived, and within moments, the warehouse was swarmed by police officers.

Akeel’s men dropped their weapons, realizing they were outnumbered. Akeel, however, tried to make a run for it. Zain tackled him to the ground before he could escape, cuffing him quickly.

“You’re under arrest, Akeel,” Zain said, his voice cold. “For kidnapping, assault, and smuggling illegal weapons.”

Akeel snarled but said nothing as he was dragged away by the officers.

Babar was barely conscious as Haider and Qasim carried him to the car. Danish looked at him, guilt twisting inside him. This was his fault, and he knew it.

“We need to get him to a hospital,” Haider said as they laid Babar in the backseat. “His injuries are serious.”

Haider, a doctor, knew the extent of Babar’s wounds just by looking at him. Babar had deep cuts, likely from the beatings he had endured, and some of them needed stitches. But Haider didn’t have the medical supplies at home to treat him properly.

They rushed to the hospital, where Haider immediately began working on Babar. The hospital staff assisted, and Haider stitched up the deeper cuts, ensuring that Babar was stable. His medical training kept him calm, but inside, he was shaken by the brutality his brother had suffered.

Hours later, Babar was resting, his wounds treated, and his breathing steady.

Haider sat beside him, exhausted but relieved. Danish and Qasim sat nearby, their expressions filled with worry and relief.

“He’s going to be okay,” Haider said, his voice soft but firm. “He just needs time to heal.”

Danish looked down at his hands, still trembling slightly. “This is my fault,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t kept secrets, if I had told you all about Meer Hadi sooner, none of this would’ve happened.”

Haider put a hand on Danish’s shoulder. “We all make mistakes, Danish. What matters is that Babar is safe now, and Akeel is behind bars. We’re family, and we’ll get through this together.”

Zain, who had been standing quietly by the door, nodded in agreement. “Akeel won’t hurt anyone again. He’s going away for a long time.”

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