The Lifelong Death

10|| Guilt and unconsciousness

We had developed this relationship where she acted more like the kidnapper with her ability to just scare or more like roast me.

"Wait, even better google it! You live in a mansion, you obviously have an iphone 7 with 200GB of internet right?"

How is she so smart. Like, she knows how to oversmart me: Amir Mirza. It's not like I am dumb, I am a bloody self made rich one of the youngest business tycoon. But, in front of her I was flipping clueless.

{ HAROON'S POV }

Meanwhile in Dubai:

"Alizeh, where are you? Please, come back to your dear mother", Laiba said. I sat down beside her, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

The pain Laiba and I were going through for the past week was indescribable. Saying we were sad, was an understatement.

Being a police officer, yet having my own daughter kidnapped in a birthday party with full security had broken, actually ripped my soul.

The worst part was I had absolutely no idea who had kidnapped Alizeh. Is she even alive?
Ya Allah, please protect her.

How must she be getting treated? Does she get food and water? She is a girl, she can be easily taken advantage of.

Why was my daughter suffering for something I did?

She was the light of my eyes. She was my pride. How did I let her go away from myself?

The guilt I had, was killing me from both the inside and outside.

Every time, I stepped outside the house, people would look at me with judgemental eyes. Eyes that would clearly say: You're a loser for not being able to protect your daughter. It was all my fault.

I couldn't figure out anything. I searched up for clues all throughout UAE and then all of Middle East and Europe. There was no sign of Alizeh anywhere.

I even tried Pakistan, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Srilanka and India. No one seemed to have a clue of where Alizeh could be.

The overwhelming feeling of helplessness surged through me, weakening my very being. There was nothing I could do to help Alizeh. I had tried everything possible, nothing worked.

I wish I could talk to her just once. Listen to her soft voice. Ask her if she is okay. Apologize to her. I wish...

Suddenly, Omar, my assistant, entered with two files on his hands.

"Assalamualaikum sir, it has been reported that Alizeh was last seen in Emirates Hills", he paused, "We have found out that she was taken to some foreign country by a private jet. But, we still are trying to find out where she is taken and who did this utterly shameless deed"

"Okay, I will join you with the search. I have to take matters in my own hands now, it is my beloved daughter who has been kidnapped", I said feeling a sudden confidence in myself, "I will not give up till my last breath."

Alizeh, I swear I will find you and bring you back home, where you belong.

Omar left, while I went to the balcony to call Laiba as it was getting late.

Shit!

"Laiba!!!!", I screamed.

She fell unconsciouson the floor. She fell unconscious again.

Flashback

Oh Dear Haroon Malik,
You must be really angry and also sad right now! I have kidnapped your lovely daughter from her grand birthday party! Despite being a police officer, you couldn't even save her from me. Also I am not telling you who I am, so there's no point really for this letter. Just to let you know that I don't want any money, I am paying you back for killing my father when he was innocent. Guess who?

Nah, your IQ level is too low, you obviously can't! Good luck looking at all the criminal records and data, while I kill your daughter and send her dead body to you!

Khuda Hafiz!

WHAT THE FU-

Tears swelled unto my cheeks as I re-read that letter at least ten times to make sure I wasn't imagining it all.

Alizeh was KIDNAPPED and was to be KILLED. How can that possibly happen? What wrong did I ever do to anyone?

Laiba snatched the letter from my hand and fell unconscious by the time she finished it.

What happened to her now? I called the doctor.

The doctor checked her and spilled a few drops of water on her until she regained consciousness.

"She fell uncomfortable due to extreme stress. However, please make sure this does not happen again. It is dangerous and harmful for her health, especially at this age", the doctor said.

I nodded and she left with a list of medicines.

End of flashback

"Oh Allah, please don't let anything happen to Laiba", I whisper cried as I dialed the number to call the doctor.

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