Qurban

•17• Warning / تنبیہ

The black van stopped outside a luxurious seven star hotel. It was situated in a secluded corner of the city where only the elites could check in. It was designed in a way that it didn't catch much attention and hence was a perfect hideout for meetings like the one Irtiza was there to attend. His guards were glued to his back. Three were supposed to go inside with him. The rest were to be stationed outside and observe the situation lest any paparazzi crashed their meeting. It was already a hurdle to reach here without coming in the camera's lens.

Irtiza entered the hotel, three big bulky men trailing behind him with guns strapped into their waistbands. The interior of the hotel was even more grander. Gold chandeliers were hanging from ceilings, the shiny marble floor was cleaned spotless that one could even see it's own reflection, the lobby was adorned with different art pieces. It was truly a picture of enormous money. Irtiza ignored the hotel's decoration and walked toward the reception desk where he was greeted politely by the middle age receptionist. If she saw the guns and the burly men behind him, she didn't comment. Her smile was still intact when he asked

"I'm here to meet Idris Nawaz."

The receptionist nodded her head and grabbed the telephone on the desk. Muttering something on the receiver, she smiled at him again.

"He's waiting for you at the top floor."

Nodding Irtiza took the elevator to the penthouse. The ride seemed longer than usual as anticipation crowded him. Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty penthouse. His guards moved in front of him, shielding him, but they were immediately stopped by Idris's leech of a lawyer.

"The security waits outside. Only you Irtiza."

The guards looked back at him, their hands drawing to their guns. The lawyer shook his head and Irtiza nodded at his men.

"Wait for me outside."

They weren't convinced, but he was their boss so they obliged. Irtiza walked with the lawyer to another room. The floor to ceiling window was reflecting direct sunlight basking the room in warmth. Standing next to the window, stood Idris with Humayun standing still like a statue at the other corner of the window. The lawyer stopped walking and announced

"He's here."

Both Idris and Humayun's heads turned in his direction and the first smirked while the later's face was a perfect blend of poker.

"Irtiza! It's so nice to see you."

Idris chirped like he was meeting a long lost friend of his. Irtiza didn't reply back and just stared at him hard.

"What do you want?"

Irtiza gritted. The hatred that he's been brewing in his heart was boiling over and it took every ounce of control from him to rein the strong emotion in. Idris's tsked and started walking over to him.

"Why so hostile Aqeel? Let's sit down and have a chat."

He kept his hand on his shoulder which Irtiza immediately shrugged off. A tinge of anger came upon the old man's face at the blatant disregard but his face quickly broke into a mask of indifference again.

"Okay. If you're so eager to come to the point. Let's do just that."

Saying that, the old man strolled to the other room and he couldn't help but follow. They came into another room. It was dark compared to the other room. There was very little sunlight and it was even more quieter. Irtiza couldn't help but notice they could kill him here and no one would know. But then again they would have if they wanted to. He shook the murderous thoughts and focused on the man before him. Idris stood in the centre of the room, hands folded behind his back and eyes trained on him.