JUNOON || جنون

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Urwa carefully looked around her surroundings as she carefully walked towards the backdoor of the Malik haveli. As anyone could expect she was going to enter Malik haveli. Not because she was getting bored. No one wants to lose their life and do something stupid just because they are getting bored right? Neither she was doing this for entertainment purposes.

The reason why she was entering Malik haveli was simple.

She needed the proof.

She remembered when she texted the same number from which she got the text from about meeting near Old Sikandar haveli earlier, from where everything messed up. She didn't actually expect to get a reply as the man was dead. The man who was gave her the file was dead and it was not a lie. Unexpectedly she got a reply. This time she was the one who decided the place of the meeting. She needed to get answers which she is desperately searching for right now.

Urwa tapped her feet as she waited for the mysterious person to grace their presence. She just hoped now that this person should really be able to give her the answers which she needed, not just any other puzzle which again needs to be solved. This time she was not taking any risk. She had invited that person to one of the warehouses of Shah's. Ayaan bhai was the one who suggested this place to her. It was abandoned. Mostly no one comes here.

Technically she was safe from any other rumours at least over here. She straightened her niqab as she waited. Soon she heard an echo of footsteps indicating the presence of the person. There were only two outcomes from this-

Rather she was going to get her answers or she is going to end up in another puzzle which would take forever to figure out.

A man walked towards the other side of the table and sat down dressed in a black jeans and a dark green coloured shirt.

Urwa glanced at him as she watched the person in front of her.

Silence prevailed as no words were exchanged. Urwa waited for the man in front of her to speak but he didn't, instead he sat silently observing her.

"Aab kuch bolna bhi hai ya sirf chup baithne ke liye aaye hai yaha?"
Urwa questioned, unable to keep the silence around for a longer time.

The man in front of her chuckled lightly as he shook his head and spoke
"Sawal kare jawab aapke haatho main hoga"

Urwa looked at the man and then questioned
"Mujhe Dua Shah se judi maulmat dene ki wajah kya hai?"

"Karz chukana tha mujhe"
Came the response.

"Kaisa karz?"
Urwa questioned, confused.

"Kisi ne jaan bachai thi meri, ussi ka karz utar raha hu"
The man answered vaguely.

"Mujhse mile kyu? Agar aisa hona hi tha toh khud file kyu nahi di?"
Urwa questioned. She didn't think that the man would ever meet her because if he wanted to he would have met her long ago. Why now?

"Har cheez ka ek waqt hota hai. Woh waqt sahi nahi tha"
He replied.

The man raised his hand as he indicated her to stop and spoke
"Yeh session baadmein continue karenge but there is something I need to tell you"
A heavy British accent was prominent in his voice.

"Mujhe dono ka jyada time waste nahi karna"
The man spoke as he glanced at her and then continued
"Azim Malik ke paas ek pendrive hai usme ek recording hai, that can act as a proof for you"

Pendrive?

"Uss main aisa kya hai?"
Urwa questioned, confused. No one keeps a proof about their crimes and men like Azim Malik would never.