The study room was brightened with light coming from the windows as well as the overhead lights. The round oak table of dark maroon colour laid in the centre of the room. Huge bookshelves adorned the corners of the room adding class and persona to the personality of the one who inhabited the room. Books about law, politics, economy and many other of related topics were stacked upon each other. A plethora of words and knowledge.
Power combined together.
Lethal, Dangerous power.
"The ball's is our court. This is going better than I expected. You're one cunning man, aren't you?"
Qadir's voice was barely above a whisper. He talked in that hushed tone, manipulating the listener to perceive him as a quiet man, oh but he wasn't. He was one clever fox disguising as a sheep in the herd.
Unnoticed but focused.
Irtiza's eyebrows raised as he stopped writing in his book and looked up at him.
"I told you it would work. Idris is in more trouble than he thought."
A sick taste filled his mouth at mentioning that name. Irtiza had never liked Idris. He always knew there was something off about the picture perfect facade he portrayed to the people. He was a fraud. And he would enjoy every second uncovering his lies one by one to the world while reining his own rule with pleasure.
"Why so much hate for the man? And don't give me that crap about him being traitorous to the country. What's the real deal?"
Irtiza's eyes hardened and his jaw worked, a nerve ticking in his brain. He did answer though. The words coming out clipped and sharp.
"He owes me a debt."
Qadir eyed the man before him for a long time. Irtiza was in his mid fifties. His hair were almost grey with streaks of black here and there. He wasn't a perfect man, but the in the long list of men he had the opportunity to work with, he was the most reserved and smart. Qadir was in the business for more than a decade. He was very well aware of the minds of people lingering in this business. But he hadn't been able to read the mind of the man before him yet. Irtiza was hiding something. It was certain for sure. The man had so much hate and despise conjured up for the man years older than him. It must be something personal.
But Qadir and him hadn't bonded that close, not that they ever will as bonding in this kind of business was just for profits and benefits. You never know when one would hold the trigger on your temple terminating you. So he stayed quiet and stubbed his cigarette before standing up from his chair.
"I'll take leave now."
Irtiza nodded and Qadir left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Irtiza eyed the door for a minute longer, making sure that the man's steps were fading. Once certain, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples with his fingers. The door opened once again and by the padding of footsteps he knew who entered the room.
"What's wrong, Jiya?"
Jaweria only walked over to him and placed the tea cup on the desk. The faint thud made Irtiza open his eyes. He looked at his wife and frowned at the worry in them.
"What's wrong?"
He asked again when she kept looking at him. Her hand shot up and ceased his brows that were mingling in a frown.
"I worry about you. A lot."
He shrugged her hand off and a flicker of hurt went through her eyes, but he ignored it, like all the time he had and straightened in his chair.
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