𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐦 & 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦

Chapter 1 [Part I]

Before continuing, kindly take a note:
We divided the very first chapter into two parts because together, they were making almost 9-10,000 words. So, to manage it, we had to take this step.

The main reason for chapter 1 to be so long is to make the characters, the main plot and everything clear unto all those who are reading including you.

By the end of Chapter 1 [II] you'll be clear about the characters as far as we hope. About MMCs and FMC.

So taking a start from here we advice you all to be patient and trust the process.

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The clicking of heels echoed through the polished marble hallway.

The spotless white walls on the right were adorned with art pieces.

To the left were glassed walls, giving a complete view of the cityscape from the towering height of Z Plaza.

The darkness of the night was quite the opposite of the lights glowing in the building.

She was walking on a steady pace, a paper bag in one hand, the other holding her phone.

She stopped for a second and turned to her left, looking out at the view from atop of Z Plaza. She knew the importance this place hold in this region. In the region of Khandan-e-Zamurd (Family Zamurd)—one of the most powerful and ambitious family in Family Hierarchy.

Z Plaza was one of the four skyscrapers build in this region. Though, this plaza was odd one out from among the four.

She had a strange feeling that something was wrong, that something was about to happen.

She knew that even the smallest mishap in the building she's standing would trigger a swift response: special police units, Emergency Medical Services, helicopters from both aviation and news teams, emergency management agencies, and even specialized rescue and HAZMAT teams would all be activated at once, led by Khandan-e-Kulgin (Family Kulgin).

But still, something felt wrong.

She was dragged out of her thoughts when her mobile rang. She looked at the screen, seeing the caller id of her brother. Picking it up, she brought the phone to her ear and continued walking towards the elevator.

Busy in her conversation, she reached the elevator, assuring her brother on the other end that she will arrive within a few minutes, "Yeah, yeah, brother, I'll be there in five minutes."

The soft chime of the elevator arriving interrupted her, and she glanced at her phone just as the notification flashed, revealing her cell phone's battery level: 15%.

Call ended.

She stepped into the elevator, which was lined with mirrors reflecting the smooth modern design of the space.

She immediately noticed three girls already inside.

One, dressed in black abaya and wearing a black cap, stood at the front of the lift.

Another stood on the left side, wearing a dark brown abaya with a matching hijab.

The last girl, with her arms crossed, was on the right side, covered in a wine-red abaya.

They all looked suspicious in their own way.

With a polite smile, she greeted them softly, "Assalam o Alikum."

The elevator door slid shut with a quiet hum.

One from among the girls merely glared at her, while the one in black cap lowered her head in response.