Namal (English Translation) By Nimra Ahmed

Chpt 11: I gave a diamond to the queen!

(Part 1)

"I presented a diamond to the queen!"

"They are the warriors who throw the dice! But it is fate that plays chess! And you find out very late who it was that was playing all along with both queens!

Zakir Begum held her heart. Now, her eyes widened in disbelief. 'Is that you, Sara? You were there? But why?' She held the edge of the bed. She sat down slowly. Tears were falling drop by drop. He had called me there. With her head down, she was rubbing her palm with her finger and began to explain...

Let's go back for a moment to the morning of May 21, a month ago, when Saadi and Hashim kardar was sitting in the office of the company, a few miles away, Sara was in her office picking up the intercom and saying, 'Maria, I'm going to the institute for class. You should tell Saadi that the presentation he...'

'Dr. Sara, Saadi didn't come today.' On the other end, it was hurriedly conveyed, and Sara paused for a moment.

'He didn't come?' She furrowed her brow. Anger crept into her eyes. She picked up her mobile and made a call.

Halima was working sweetly outside Hashim's office when Saadi's mobile rang. She looked up; it was a blocked number, and then she went back to work.

When Sara hung up, her face was filled with intense annoyance. After her class, she stepped out and called him again. This time..."

"Yes? He seemed tired himself. 'Saadi Yusuf, you didn't come to the office today,' she asked patiently, clenching her teeth. 'I had some work,' he replied, driving home from Hashim's office. 'Come and collect your termination letter before five o'clock today, Saadi. I can't tolerate your irregularities any longer. If you can't come today, don't bother coming tomorrow; we'll send the letter. Goodbye,' she said firmly. 'I'll call you from another number when I get home; this phone is bugged,' he said in a hurry, as if he hadn't heard what Sara had said.

When she got home that evening, her mobile rang. It was Nadrat calling.

'Yes, Bhabi?'

'It's your sister's son speaking, the handsome one.' He sounded cheerful compared to the morning. A maturity came to Sara's face. 'We'll post the termination letter. You don't need to come to the office.'

'I didn't call my boss; I called Sara Khala. I have something important to discuss. After that, feel free to fire me.'

Her irritation lessened a bit. If he was the project director and had a Ph.D. in design, then so was Saadi! 'Tell me.'

'In the evening, I'm gathering the whole family at my restaurant. You should come because I need to tell everyone something.'

'I can't come. Just tell me what it is now.'

'I met your husband's killer today. I got a confession from him. I have proof. I know you're not interested in revenge, but at least you should know who to protect your children from.' Sara stood there, her face burning with anger. Then she did what Saadi said, but she was firm on one thing.

'I will not be a part of any family dinner.'

'Fine, come to the park near our house. We can talk there. If I can't convince you, then you can go home from there, and I'll go to the restaurant.' She agreed to that, but only on that condition.

By the time she reached the park, dusk had settled, and darkness had spread. She looked at her watch and then took out her phone to call Saadi. But his warning came to mind: his phone might be bugged (though it wasn't, but he was being cautious), so she just sent a message.