FEAR OF FONDNESS

CHAPTER 67 BLOW-UP II

Wassal's POV:

Shinaya seemed pretty impressed with Mr and Mrs Syed couple. She was evidently enjoying their company, especially how she continued her career with her children, managing both family and business. All things seemed perfect until I glanced at Dilawar staring at me with a tense expression, marching towards us. 

Amidst our converstaion with Mr and Mrs Syed, he interrupted us. "There were some people trying to invade, we have caught them, but not sure how many of them are here. " He whispered in my ear.

His statement made a muscle twich in my neck. All arrangements were on me. I took the responsibility as her elder brother. Any mishap can lead to fingers pointing at our family, even at Sania Api. "Ask the security to check over every inch, I'm coming!" I whispered back in his ear, to which he nodded and went away. Coming back to them, I told them to excuse me for a while, leaving Shinaya with them, I left the event to have a look at those bastards.

Loosening the tie,  I hauled towards the basement. My jaw clenched, I will tear everyone apart who tries to ruin my sister's day...

Dilawar joined me on my way to the basement.

 "There are two more of them captured inside the house," he informed me. "Two more, huh?" My nerve tightened, "  How many of those assholes are here?"

"We have checked thoroughly, there are no more."

"Where the hell was the security when they got in? How did they get in?! " I yelled, blood roared in my veins. "It was their responsibility to keep the event secure, wasn't it?!" I growled as the frustration grew inside me. 

He didn't utter a single word. As we reached the basement, Dilawar rushed forward and started removing the bookshelf by slowly sliding it aside. 

We had basically two sections of basements, one for the friends and the other for the enemies...

As he dragged it aside, a door the same as the stony wall was there. With a small coin trap, I located it and opened the door. As I stepped in, I saw four young boys tied, lying on the side of the floor. Examining them one by one, I realized something was wrong. 

"دوی ریښتیني مجرمین نه دي. ( They are not true criminals.) " Ahtasham said, examining them for a few seconds. He seemed to be right.  " د دوی مخونو ته وګورئ، دوی د پیشو په څیر ښکاري. دا بل څه دي. (Look at their faces, they seem like pussy cat. It's something else.) He added, giving them a pitiful look, before letting out a deep sigh.

Their body language...their body were trembling, beads of sweat forming every second on their skin, and at last the fear in their eyes. 

I lowered to one knee, "Who sent you here?" I inquired, struggling to hold my offense. One of them, whom I perceived to be the leader, glanced at his allies. "N-No one, " Just as those words slipped his tongue, I landed a solid blow on his jaw. Both of his allies gasp audibly.

Blood started dripping from his eye as I just landed the fourth punch on his face. Ahtasham placed his hand on my shoulder, "We can do this later, people would question our absence," he said. I nodded, "Yes, but they would question even more if one of these bastards is found in the event," Saying this, I landed a kick on his stomach. He growled in pain, curling his body like a worm. I had sensed Ahtasham's disapproval in it. His opinion of handing them to the police was not bad, but not without my personal investigation.

But to be honest, I was not in the mood to ruin my outfit. So I kept it straight and simple.

"Okay, I am not in the mood to be in handy things," I expressed, giving up. If he hadn't answer my question in the next time, I knew I was going to lose my mind and punched him until he was nothing more than a bloody shit. And this would obviously result in a bloody outfit for me. And I couldn't afford it. Shinaya chose that for me. White shalwar kameez with a Jet black coat, and cultural footwear.