Qurban

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Idris sat in his office. The dim sunlight coming from the thick curtains covering the windows only lit up his silhouette. A cigar stayed between his lips and he took occasional puffs. The smoke surrounding his form like a shadow. His beaded eyes squinted on the television running in his office. The plethora of people outside his party house. Chanting and cursing him.

"Idris Nawaz gaddar hai.
Idris Nawaz jhoota hai.
Idris Nawaz ko nikalo."

(Idris Nawaz is a cheat. Idris Nawaz is a traitor. Throw Idris Nawaz out of here)

He butted his cigar and switched the tv off. The people were outrageous. They were protesting against him. It all started when he won the elections and never fulfilled his promises after. It was a typical move. Every politician worked that way. But he put up an image so perfect, so good looking that people ate out of his hand and blindly voted for him in the elections. But he didn't know they would start protesting against him like that. He needed to get the situation under control. Otherwise he would lose his spot and that he couldn't afford. People needed to keep believing in him.

He stood up from his chair and stood in front of his window gazing aimlessly at the ordinary view from his window. He needed to come up with a plan solid enough to stop the protestors. He needed to win the next election. By hook or crook. It was not a debate. It had always been his crown.

And he would get it back.
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Sweat broke down Altamash's body as he kept running on the treadmill. Hair glistening and sticking to his forehead, he was breaking a muscle. Work out was his favourite pass time. He liked the adrenaline, liked his muscles straining. It was both tiring and stress relieving for him. His phone rang in his pocket and he got off from the treadmill. Wiping his face down with a towel, he slid the green button and put the phone on his ear. His best friend's voice spoke from the other hand

"Hey man. You free?"

"Aww miss me that much."

He heard a grunt from the other hand before he hang up the phone. Altamash's lips perked up and he knew he had to go to his best friend. The man couldn't do one single thing without him. He told him ample amounts of time he was the genius between the two, but Subhan was stubborn.

Annoyingly stubborn.

It took Altamash fifteen minutes to reach home and another twenty to get fresh and change into nice clothes. Once done he descended the stairs where voices from the living room drew him in. The whole family was sitting in front of the television watching some press conference.

"I want to work for the people of Pakistan. The people of our nation have suffered enough. Their voice need to be heard. Their demands must be met."

It didn't take Altamash long to understand who the man on the tv was.

Irtiza Aqeel.

His voice carried on

"Idris Nawaz has done enough damage. He's a serpent living with us. I'll give you your voice. Stand with me and I'll do justice to this nation."

Altamash's eyes caught his grandfather sitting on his oak chair watching the man on the news like a hawk. Standing up from his position, his eyes directly met with his.

"Where are you going?"

His question was more like a demand. Altamash only replied monotonously

"Some errands."

He saw his grandfather's right eye twitching, but before he could say anything, Mansha butt in

"More like errands of your leech friend."