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'Palkhon' ki hadd ko tor ke 'Daman' par aa gira,
Ek 'Ashk' meri sabr ki 'Toheen' kar gaya.
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(Breaking past the bounds of my lashes,
A single tear fell upon my veil…
An insult to all the patience I had held within.)
.
Osman sat in his study, his sharp eyes glued to the clock ticking mercilessly on the wall. Six hours.
Six hours since Aamirah left the mansion with the baby and Ahmed.
Six hours of silence.
He had called her number countless times, the familiar melody of her ringtone replaced by a cold, automated voice: “The number you are trying to reach is switched off.”
He called Ahmed. Same result. Switched off.
A dark storm brewed in his chest. His usually calm demeanor now cracked, replaced by something primal, dangerous. He paced the room, his knuckles white from clenching his phone too tightly. The thought of her soft voice, her gentle smile, gone without a trace, was driving him mad.
“Trace the GPS,” he barked into his secure line. His voice was low but lethal, the kind of tone that made grown men shiver. “Now. I want the exact coordinates. I don’t care how long it takes. Bring me their location.”
His men scrambled.
Minutes stretched into an eternity.
Finally, Salem, his most trusted right-hand man, called back. His tone was unusually hesitant, a rare crack in his otherwise composed persona.
“Sir…” Salem began, his voice strained.
Osman didn’t like that tone. His grip tightened on the phone. “What did you find?”
“Sir, we… we located the GPS signal. The car… it’s on a deserted stretch of highway, about thirty miles from the city.”
Osman’s brows furrowed. “And?”
Salem hesitated. Too long.
“And what, Salem?” Osman’s voice dropped to a growl, cold and commanding, the predator now surfacing.
Salem exhaled shakily. “Sir… the car… it’s…” he swallowed, “It’s burned.”
There was silence on the other end.
Salem continued, his words heavier now, “It’s completely destroyed. Bulletproof… yet the doors weren’t forced open. It was set on fire deliberately.”
Osman’s hand gripped the edge of his desk so hard the polished wood cracked beneath his fingers. His pulse was thunder in his ears.
Salem’s voice faltered as he delivered the final blow. “Sir… there was… a body. A woman. Burned beyond recognition. The forensics team is taking it for DNA testing.”
For a moment, Osman said nothing. Just silence, an eerie, suffocating silence.
When he finally spoke, his voice was like ice cutting through steel.
“Continue.”
Salem flinched at the tone. “Ahmed and… the baby… are missing.”
That was all. Salem couldn’t bring himself to say more. He didn’t dare mention that the possibility of the body being Aamirah was high. If those words slipped out, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the next sunrise.
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