ROYAL HIGHNESS

28.lost or found?

USAMA KHAN.

He was amyardh's one of the most trusted and close friend. He was a successful and famous actor. They had not met each other when amyardh had just stepped into the business world. Since then, they were closest of friends. Usama was always up for any adventurous tasks even if they were quite dangerous.

Both Amyardh and Usama smirked down at Shahmeer as he cursed himself to have been made a fool out of him. His pain was long forgotten though he was clutching onto his still bleeding leg.

"Kya yaar Bhai.... Limelight mujhe Leni thi! Tune le liya." Usama said as he playfully hit on amyardh's arm.

They both looked at eachother and burst out laughing. Usama squatted down and looked at Shahmeer and tsked at him.

"Arey arey Shahmeer sir.... 1000 crore ki deal nahi karni? Come on, get up! Let's do it." Usama laughed at him mockingly. Shahmeer ignored him and glared at Amyardh.

" Tu mujhe kuch bhi nahi kar sakta suna tune!!" He yelled.

"Tujhe kuch karne ki bhi jarurat nahi hai!" Amyardh said calmly while shrugging his shoulders.

"Abey tu koi haseen ladki hai kya jo tujhe kuch karenge?" Usama rolled his eyes. He stood up and stepped hardly on Shahmeer's fingers, making him yell with pain.

" Aram se usama." Amyardh said with mock pity and stepped on Shahmeer's other hand which was clutching onto his gunshot wound. Shahmeer let out a loud cry of pain.

"Iss janwar se janwar jaise hi bartav karna chahiye." Usama said coldly, his tone was filled with hate for Shahmeer.

He can't even imagine how that monster have treated those innocent women. The women who were afraid for their life before, their eyes shone with hope now as they looked at Usama and Amyardh. Their spiritless eyes shone with hope and desperation to get freedom from that hell. Their once pretty faces looked drained and pale. Their bodies were filled with bruises and cuts. Usama gestured the guards to untie those women. They got to their work as soon as they got the signal from their boss. Amyardh pulled Shahmeer up forcefully.

"Strip is your favourite word, isn't it Shahmeer?" Amyardh said while smirking. Shahmeer's eyes widened in horror.

"Usama wants you to strip naked! Will you do the honors?" He continued nonchalantly. Shahmeer's body trembled in shame and rage. He didn't say anything as he glared at Amyardh.

"Boys, come on yeh khud nahi karega!" Usama said coldly. The guards stepped forward, their faces expressionless as they began the task at hand. The first guard reached out and roughly tore at Shahmeer's shirt, the fabric ripping with a harsh, grating sound that seemed to echo in the vast space.

His bare chest was exposed to everyone in the warehouse, pale and quivering under the flickering light of a lone overhead bulb. The women, victims of the unspeakable crimes,stood in a semi-circle, their faces a blend of defiance, fear, and a yearning for justice. Each of them had been through a personal hell, snatched away from their lives and thrust into a World of darkness and despair by the very person infront of them.

Their eyes, glistening in the dim light, were fixed on the centre of the room where their tormentor, Shahmeer stood, flanked by the imposing figures of the guards. The women watched, their breaths held as the guards continued their work. Shoes were yanked off, clattering to the concrete floor with hollow thuds. Then his trousers followed, pulled down with a swift, practiced motion. Shahmeer continued his futile attempts to struggle against those burly guards. Usama began laughing loudly when his gaze fell on Shahmeer's bright underwear. He wore red coloured underwear with pink lips printed on it. Usama just couldn't control his laughter. But Amyardh just stood in his place silently with his usual expression less face. The women watched the scene unfolding before them silently without even blinking or looking away.