A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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Previously on IELB.
Arshlee suddenly appears with 'faruk's baby' which he didn't deny or agree,he sure has hurt his family members. But we had also witnessed how absolutely matured muneenah could be, I mean isn't she just the aim? It's not everyday you get to see a wife been all cool and composed when another woman claims to be carrying her husbands child!! Well,

Read on,

He Loves her,

She loves him,

Everybody knows,

Except them.

1st April, 2010
DUBAI, UAE.

An odd fremd man walked towards the corridor, allowing his gaze to linger across the shore that lay, the beginning of daylight was as inactive as any normal morning and the sun was bearly peaking out of the vast sea that lay ahead. Yet, he was awake and lucid. His strange and gloomy looking sandal hit the trunk built balcony with a rhythmical noise, his steps solid and stern like a soldier, he paced around the place simply staring calculatively at the early morning and beach that was carpeted to his reach.

"I just got the news sir, he has a secret body guard lurking around her" an obvious looking spy man informed as he kept a close distance to the choleric strained-black-haired and shaggy faced man.

The spy shivered not quite sure if it was the morning breeze or the bulky nature of his master that made him to,the latter swung a gun from his pocket to his two fingers, the smooth metal glimmered in the lamps that stood from the beach streetlights, as the calamitous person in question stretched backwards, his muscular upper-body crackled further demeaning the courage of the espion that moved uncomfortably, weighing from one leg to the other, he further watched as his master suddenly sprung the gun in the air, and caught it almost immediately, adjusting its bullet and before he could register a thing, one of those, landed in his leg.

He yelped as he crunched down to the almost oozing blood that escaped his ripped Jean, his eyes reduced and squeezed the way the reminant of the sachet water gets reduced.

"And what is the good news" he turned with a smile then suddenly changed his expression to a cataclysmic one.

"You better have one, cause believe me---" with two long strides, he found himself towering above the squatting man who whimpered in pain.

"I torture" he announced with a perilous smile dancing across his unshorn-sheep-like beard.

"She has--accomplished--the--task, I confirmed it from--her" the wounded man shuddered, not quite sure if that was enough good news to protect him against the chippy looking man that stood above him.

"Oh, that sure is one great news" the censonous man lamented before he turned towards a bulky wooden chair, he sat in it, arming himself with the wide armrests, he relaxed back and took a breadth, his legs thrown hurriedly across a cushioned stool that sat across him, he smoothed the loose linen trousers he wore,

"My beautiful mother always have told me that my name holds great value and is inclined towards the path of success" he chuckled as he pulled out a cigarette from the stalk that sat by his side.

"Sediq" he pronounced his name with luminance as he lightened up the cigar.

"I love how she used to pronounce it, sediq" he muttered slowly, giving each word the right accentuation and prolongation it deserved.