KHAARZAAR

۴۴: مجرم / Culprit

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"How did this happen!"

Rohaan's voice boomed into the otherwise silent room. Phone pressed to his ear, his nostrils flaring

"Sir, we don't know. When we reach there, the police had already arrested your father."

His alli replied. Rohaan's jaw clenched to the point of breaking. How did this happen? It can't be.

"Who else was there?"

He asked. This time, his voice held a different kind of tone. A little bit deadly. A little bit calm.

"Irtaza Haroon and Arsalan Yilmaz."

His blood boiled. Damn Irtaza! The doom to his reign. He had his grip so tight on the phone that it might break. He took two to three large breaths to control himself before he continued again

"Find out the officer on duty. I need to have a conversation with them."

He was screwed. Royally screwed. He couldn't even meet the officers infront of everyone. No-one knows who Demir is to him. And that just made it all so more confusing and difficult.

"I'll try my best, sir."

There was a hint of terror in the next person's voice.

"You don't try. You achieve the task!"

He barked out before hanging up the phone. He threw the phone at the nearby wall. It collided with a force and shattered into pieces. Thank God, his cabin was sound proof. He rubbed his palm over his face. Trying to think. Trying to make a plan.

Nothing came into his mind.

And it made him enraged. In his fire of anger, he started to unleash his fury on the things present in the cabin. He threw all his files. Destroyed everything. The once cleaned cabin was now looking like a tornado had just gone through it. But that didn't stop him.

The frustration and the fire inside him wasn't quell. He was still very much enraged. He wanted to destroy everything. Everyone. In his fit of rage, he kicked the table hard causing it to fall upside down on the carpeted floor. He was panting. His breaths coming out labored and short.

He closed his eyes. Trying to calm himself down. Irtaza Haroon. That name poisonous to his lips. He...maybe underestimated the lawyer. He was sharp minded. He managed to downplay his own plan. The plan he made after years of efforts and planning. And he couldn't digest that.

That good for nothing lawyer couldn't win over him. He never lose. Not to anyone. He's always on the wining end. So, how is he seeing his cards turning. No, he needs to do something. He was still thinking when his gaze went to his table.

Or more like a certain spot. He walked towards it not sure what it was. He bent down and looked closely. It was black and small. Confusion appeared on his face. What is this? He touched it and then managed to take it out of the table. He stared at the thing for a while contemplating what it was.

And then his mind clicked. A microphone. A hidden microphone as it. And then, the pieces started to fall in place. And then a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"So, you were playing this game."

He spoke out on his own. A laughter bubbled out of his chest. His eyes covered with amusement. And then, his phone rang again. Not the one which was shattered. He pulled it out of his pockets. Before picking up the call, he smashed the microphone breaking it.

"Sir, do you want us to strike?"

The man asked again the same question again. This time, Rohaan had a sick grin over his face. He was seeing the bigger picture now.