Dillagi دللگی

34

5 years later

Junayd lifted a cigarette to his lips when his gaze fell on the man who was beaten to pulp. His hands were tied with a rope and he was blindfolded. Blood was oozing out of his face.

"Iske baap isse mulk se baher bhejne ki koshish kar raha tha. Main ne usse pehle hi isse agwaa kar liya. Waise iss ne aisa kiya kya hai?" A man who was sitting in front of him smirked as he lightened the cigarette with the lighter. His leg was on his other leg and his other hand was on the arm rest.

Junayd smirk deepened as he blow out the air.

"Zafar. Iski zara history batana." He spoke up and his assistant nodded his head.

"Reyhan Azim. Involved in taxes corruption and illegal activities. He is also accused of raping women and then paying a huge of money as a compensation. A woman accused him of workplace harassment and then on the next day, she was found dead in her apartment. He was also involved in drinking alcohol and car crash accident." His assistant spoke up and the other men jaw clenched.

"Jaan se maar sakta hoon main isko?" He cocked his head a little bit making Junayd let out a chuckle.

"Ye ab tumhara hai. Jou karna hai wo karo. Bass ye iss dafaa bhaag na sake." His jaw tightened.

"Waise mujhe ek favour chahiye tha. Mera ek kaam kar sakte ho?" The other man spoke up.

He was wearing a white shirt and the muscles were bulging out of his shirt. His hair was messy and his tux was carelessly thrown on the couch. He licked his lips and raked his fingers over his hair.

Zarrar Mehmoud, a man of power and authority. A man with a dominant personality that no one even dared to raise their finger on him. A mafia boss. Everything works on his command. He is well built muscular body and his height would no less than 6'1. His age was around 33 years and the whole mafia works under him.

"Itne bade mafia don ko mujhse kaam hai?" Junayd couldn't hold back and he glared at him.

"Well, kisi ladki ke baare main pataa lagana hai. Mujhe wo ladki ka naam nahi maloom hai. Bass uski ek tasweer hai mere pass. Aur mujhe maloom hai ke tum logon ke baare main pataa lagwane main kitne maahir hou." He lifted a cigarettes and let out a smoke. He opened his wallet and there was a small passport size photo of her. A smile fell on his lips as he passed him the picture.

"Tasweer sambhal ke rakhna. Ek hi tasweer hai uski mere pass." He passed him the picture and Junayd let out a chuckle at his concern.

"Kon hai yeh ladki?" He looked at him.

"Koi doctor hai. Ek dafaa mujhe goli lag gayi thi, tou ye doctor ne meri marham patti ki thi."

"Aur yaqeenan ye ladki ne itni acchi marham patti ki thi ke tum chahte wo zindagi bhar tumhari marham patti kare." He cocked his head in sarcasm and Zarrar let out a sigh.

"Haan. Beshak main yahi chahta hoon. Iss ladki ke kaam main bohot nafaasat thi." He smoothly replied and Junayd gave him the disbelief look.

"Zarrar Mehmoud, you have officially lose your mind." Junayd spoke up as he passed the picture to his assistant.

"Well, she made me lose my mind the first time I met her." He sighed as he rubbed his face in frustration.

"That's called loving someone." Zarrar glared at him.

"That's called tolerating someone. Pehli dafaa koi ladki bardasht hui hai. Aise tou nahi jaane de sakta na main usse."

"Tou kya shaadi karoge?"