Forcefully Yours (Mafia Love Story) New Version

21| Uzair Imam

U Z A I R   I M A M

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I am so sorry to the one's who were waiting for multiple updates. Unfortunately I'll be busy for the next two days so I will be updating once a day.  In sha Allah
Also please pray for me, I have come to another city to give my medical exam. In sha Allah when it gets cleared I will be able to go to my husband for eid♥️ please pleaseeeee just pray that it gets cleared easily.

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The warehouse loomed in the dim glow of the street lamps, its towering walls lined with armed guards standing in rigid formation. Each one bowed his head in respect as Humza strode past, his presence commanding obedience without the need for words. This place wasn't just a storage facility—it was his personal dungeon, the final destination for those who had dared to cross him.

The scent of rusted metal, sweat, and blood clung to the air as he walked down the narrow corridors. The occasional muffled scream echoed through the concrete walls, a haunting symphony that had long ceased to affect him. This was his world. A world where betrayal was paid for in blood.

But tonight, something different clawed at him. Something he didn't want to acknowledge.

The memory of her soft voice whispering another man's name. The way her fingers had clutched his shirt, seeking comfort, only for her breath to plead for him.

Uzair.

His jaw clenched as a familiar, unwanted heat crept into his chest—anger, frustration, something dangerously close to pain.

He needed a distraction. And tonight, that distraction came in the form of Abu Zauq.

As Humza entered the interrogation room, the men inside straightened, their murmured conversations ceasing at once. Huzaifa, standing near the captive, acknowledged his arrival with a brief nod.

"Brother, he's already given us a lot of information," Huzaifa informed him, but Humza barely acknowledged the words.

His gaze landed on the man tied to the wooden chair at the center of the room.

Abu Zauq.

Once, the man had been among Humza's most trusted soldiers. A man he had given power, protection, and loyalty. And yet, Zauq had thrown it all away for greed, betraying Humza in the worst way possible. Because of him, two of Humza's most loyal men had suffered brutal deaths.

Now, Zauq sat before him, barely recognizable. His face was a mess of bruises and blood, his once-proud posture reduced to a slumped, pathetic form. His shirt was ripped open, revealing deep gashes across his chest. The ropes binding his wrists and ankles had cut into his flesh, leaving behind raw, bleeding wounds.

Humza took a slow, deliberate step forward, his cold gaze scanning Zauq for any trace of remorse. He found none.

A muscle ticked in his jaw.

"So," he began, his voice eerily calm, "we can do this the easy way—you tell me everything, and I let you go."

He let the words hang in the air before delivering the real threat.

"Or, we do this the hard way." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "That means I bring your family here. I make you watch as I put a bullet in each of their heads—one by one."

A shudder ran through Zauq's broken body, his bloodshot eyes widening with terror.

"Humza bhai," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, I had no choice. Zaid and his men— they blackmailed me! I never wanted to betray you, I swear—"