Holding on and Letting go [Complete]

30) The Gallows.

"I'm still not sure about this," Ayat said timorously as she capped the eyeliner, standing by the mirror.

The plan was to send Irha as a hooker to Rameez's mansion, spike his drink, interrogate about the video when he'd be completely intoxicated, destroy all the devices it's embedded in, and come back. Ahid was quite skeptical before asking her for such humongous and risky favor but to his surprise and Ayat's not, she agreed without thinking for even once. Ayat protested umpteen times in resistance to the execution of this barbarically perilous plan but was given a shut-up call each time.

"I'm not doing this for you, you know? I'm just doing it so we can go on with filing the FIR against him."

"I don't care what happens to me in my way of helping the girls who have been a victim of his lecherousness and those who are going to be in the future. Just let me put a full stop to all this."

"You really think anything could happen to your friend? Might not be a vet but she's still a doctor. She must be quite well acquainted with which nerve to either strip the animal off consciousness or kill. Though, I'd much appreciate if she committed the later."

Being hurled at with so many counter arguments, she finally surrendered, not pushing the parley any further.

She had spent the entire last night in solitude, praying for their plan to work out so they could succeed in their mission. It was their only golden opportunity to get rid of that video and it needed to go just the way they had carved it out.

Right now, they were back in the hotel room. Ayat had gotten Irha ready by caking her face with as much makeup as she could throw on.

"But I am. I can do this. Don't doubt my abilities," Irha replied back through her pitch red tainted glossy lips. Her eyes were rimmed with thick coating of kohl, sheltered by a portent layer of winged eyeliner while Ayat had done a meticulous job in giving her hair a volume, making them look exactly the way they were supposed to on a 'hooker.'

"Promise me you'll run away the moment he tries to make a move on you," holding her hands, Ayat demanded with disconcert.

"Or you could-" Ahid intervened, standing up from the couch he was slouched in but Ayat rebuked him.

"Not now, Ahid!" She turned her head a bit to the side and he stopped right there on her command.

"Okay, stop fretting now. I'll be fine." Irha enveloped Ayat in her embrace and her eyes fell on Ahid who cordially wished her best of luck, his cerulean eyes vigorous.

The time for the execution of their artifice had finally begun!

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Her stilettos splattered against the iridescent marble floor of Rameez's mansion as one of his ample slaves escorted her to his room. She had worn a black gown to camouflage her appearance as she couldn't stand wearing short clothes to seduce. Seeing her in simple covered clothes might trigger his suspiciousness but her spectacle of gown might lead him to think she had disguised her presence and would denude it once alone with him. Her face, however, was uncovered.

Once isolated with him in his dimly lit room, her breaths started to muffle and she felt like choking but she had to get a hold of herself. She had to control her nerves.

His lewd gaze analyzed her from head to toe with a lucid smug on his lecherous face from where he was straddled on his lavish couch.

"Strip!" was what he barked.

"With respect!" She couldn't help but reprimand in her propensity after which she suddenly clicked her tongue between her teeth for her naivety and hot headedness.