" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
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"Fine. Speak."
Suhail's voice was low, a calm before the storm, as he tossed a card across the table. It slid with precision, landing just within Rafeeq's reach. Rafeeq glanced at it, his brows furrowing in confusion before he picked it up. His expression darkened, his fingers tightening over the card as he read the chilling words scrawled across it:
"You can run, but you can't hide."
Rafeeq's confusion morphed into anger, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. He gripped the card so tightly it began to crumple in his hand. His gaze snapped to Suhail, his eyes burning with rage. "Who?" he demanded, his voice sharp and cutting.
It was just one word, but it held a world of fury. To an outsider, it might have seemed like a simple question, but Suhail knew better. Rafeeq's calm exterior was cracking, and beneath it, a fire burned hotter with each passing second.
For Rafeeq, Amaira wasn't just important; she was family. From the moment he saw her curly hair, her blue eyes, she had reminded him of his little sister, the one he had failed to protect. The memory was a scar that never faded.
When Rafeeq was just nine, his sister had been the light of his life, a small girl with boundless energy who followed him everywhere, calling him "Bhaiya, Bhaiya!" with wide, pleading eyes. She'd been his shadow, his joy. But the world of the underworld was cruel, and so was their father. One day, their father had decided there was no place for weakness in the family. A girl, in his eyes, was a liability.
Rafeeq had been forced to watch as his father ended her life. He still remembered her cries, the way she looked to him for protection, and the cold, merciless satisfaction in his father's gaze as he declared, "There should be no weakness in the underworld."
That day, Rafeeq had snapped. Fueled by grief and a hatred so deep it burned, he had wrestled a gun from a guard and pulled the trigger without hesitation, ending his father's life with a single bullet to the head. He never regretted it.
So when he first saw Amaira with Suhail, the resemblance to his sister had been uncanny. It wasn't just her appearance but the way she carried herself, the vulnerability she hid behind her strength. From that moment on, Amaira became family to him. She was like his sister reborn, and he swore to himself he would never fail her the way he failed before.
But Suhail... Suhail was a tempest.
When he'd gone to Amaira's house after hearing information from his men of some suspicious men lurking around her house and area, he had barely paused to breathe. His gut churned with unease as he stormed into the empty house, his instincts screaming at him to find some sign of what had transpired. The intruders had vanished, cowards fleeing before he could get his hands on them.
Yet as he searched for any trace of their presence, his sharp eyes landed on a folded piece of paper wedged between the drawers in her room. His blood turned molten the moment he unfolded it and read the words.
