The Fallen Widow

Chapter 19: The Begining of the End

Author's note: Wow. This has been one hell of a journey. I bring you to the final hell raising scene which will change the direction of Jahanpur. The truth will be revealed. Decades of war will be put to an end. A generation passes away. Thank you for your support and comments. Hope you enjoy the chapter. It's a long one.

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When Uzayr arrived at the brothel with his army of men, the sitar played playfully together with the tabla and the sound of classical singing. In the centre, a beautiful woman dripping in gold, adorned with mehndi and the finest anarkali dress entertained the room full of men who smoked hookah and drank whiskey. When he kicked his way in, the music came to a sudden halt. The dancer stood in the centre holding her heart. The male guests suddenly stood up and alert. Was this a robbery? A raid? Uzayr looked around searching for Azaad. He stormed into the brothel and made his way in the corridors searching in the private rooms.

Lubna, the head madam, made he way out as soon as the music stopped.

"What's going on here?" She confronted Uzayr unfazed by the pistols and the armed guards. She identified the men as Jahanpuri men, they only had one aim. To seek revenge.

"Where is he?" Uzayr was firm.

"That bastard Choudhary?" Lubna knew very well the type of men who would visit the brothel. Azaad was a nuisance and trouble followed him. Lubna nod her head at one of the eunuch to bring Azaad out.

"He is penniless and drunk. We threw him in a room. We never want to see him again."

"Don't worry- "Uzayr growled, gripping his pistol.
"You will never see him again." He promised. Lubna shivered. There was something in Uzayr's eyes that made her tremble.

Two eunuchs bought out a garbling, shouting Azaad. His kameez buttons undone, his hair tousled waddling side to side. When he saw Uzayr and the guards he cackled with laughter.

"Oh look whose here!" He cackled. "The chimp is here! Where is your master?!" He laughed.

Anger flowed through his body recalling the day he manipulated him to kill baba. Then left him there to suffer the consequences- his only goal was to kill baba. Today it was time for revenge. The guards walked over and grabbed Azaad by the arms, but he fought back. The guard punched Azaad in the face and he fell back with the force. Uzayr stood over him.

"Come with me- or else I will deal with you here."

Azaad looked around for help. He couldn't stand on his feet and he knew that the moment he left with Uzayr, he would be signing his death certificate. He stood up and launched for Uzayr throwing his large body towards him, but Uzayr was ready for anything, he ducked as Azaad fell toward the pillar. Uzayr took out his pistol and pressed it against the back of his head.

"Walk with me or else I will blow your brains out here!"

"Oh No! Lubna complained! It will be a nightmare cleaning his dirty blood from my walls. Kill him like a dog on the street." She cried out. "Get him out! I will not be responsible for the cleaning.

It was moments later that Uzayr threw out the mechanics from the garage and closed the shutters and threw him on the dirty ground next to the rusty taxi. The garage stunk of chemicals, paints, fumes and Azaad knew he was trapped. His eyes blurry, he couldn't see clearly.

"Okay! I hold my hands up- my plan failed. But look, you're alive- we're alive and the old dog is alive. So all is well." He dusted his kurtha and struggled to his feet. His head light headed with a playful tone.

"You think you can get away with it?" Uzayr controlled his voice. Calm before the storm.

"Tell you what, you want to know who killed your father- I'll find out for you." Azaad mocked him. He looked at his menacing guards and looked at their pistols. If only he could fight one down and snatch his gun. He could take control of the situation and escape. He had to talk nonsense up until then. As he climbed to his feet, a powerful punch to the back of his head knocked him off his feet hurtling towards the rusty taxi. He banged his head on the car splitting open his lip.