KHAARZAAR

۴۲: جال / Trap

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"Since when can I move to your apartment?"

Demir asked while sipping through his drink. They were currently seated in an abandoned warehouse. After Demir's and Rohaan's meeting there, they decided to consider it their safe spot. No-one really come here and they were safe for the time being.

"Soon."

Rohaan answered vaguely. He wasn't really paying much attention to Demir. His mind was elsewhere. It's been three days since he disclosed Irtaza's truth to Miraal. And three days since Miraal had been acting weird. She assured him that there's nothing wrong with her but he could see it. She seemed lost. Like she's in a whole another world.

And it gave him such a burst of happiness because he finally managed to trap her. He finally managed to manipulate her mind into his twisted games and as expected by her, she fall head first into his games. And it brought him so much pride just by thinking that Irtaza will be not only lose this whole game but also Miraal.

Then, he will understand why no-one messes with Rohaan Demirhani. He destroyed them to the core. Never to be stand up again.

"You're lost."

His chain of thoughts was broken by his father's old voice. He gave him a look before puffing out a cloud of smoke from his lips. He was smoking.

"Tell, me son. Is there something you've hiding from me?"

Demir asked. His eyes trained on every movement done by Rohaan. Rohaan just gave a long stare before asking monotone

"Why do you say that?"

Demir chuckled. His experience telling him that there's more to his son than meets the eye.

"I'm you father. You know that."

The way he sentenced that almost made Rohaan think that Demir was warning him not to keep him in the dark.

"It's nothing you should be worrying your old mind over."

That was an insult. One thing about Rohaan and Demir. They don't get along in the least bit. They were always at each other's throat. Rohaan always had a sharp mind and Demir wanted to control him. To keep him just to himself.

That's why Rohaan left Turkey and came here to Pakistan. He hid his real identity from the world. He told everyone that his father died. He made a false file and fake death certificates proving that his father was indeed dead. While Demir stayed back in Turkey.

He should've come here to find his son. But he was already involved in so much drama. He refrained. For a fact, he knew if he came there, Rohaan would himself handed him over to the police. He can expect anything from his son.

"Look, Rohaan. I never interfered into your matters. You've helped me countless times so I chose to respect your privacy. But now, if there's anything you really need to tell me. Then tell."

Demir placed his half drunk cup back on the rusty wood table. Rohaan sighed.

"Baba. What are you trying to uncover? Forget that melodrama of respecting my causes when you can go to heights searching about my goals. So, please. We can move past from that."

Demir's jaw clenched.

"Mind your tone! You're talking to your father. Don't forget that."

His voice raised a notch. But it didn't affect Rohaan in the least bit. All in all he was quiet amused by the act of him.

"Are you falling in love with that girl, Rohaan?"

The sudden abrupt question snapped Rohaan's head in Demir's direction. His eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. And that was all it took Demir to realize.