𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐭 [𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ]
15 parts Ongoing MatureUmar. He had just entered the kitchen, silent, towering, his jaw ticked so tight it could have been carved from stone. His eyes locked onto Yasir's hand on my shoulder. In that instant, I knew - he had seen. He knew.
Before Yasir could even register it, Umar was behind him. His hand clamped down, twisting Yasir's arm back in one swift, brutal motion.
"Aahh-!" Yasir's groan ripped through the kitchen, but Umar didn't stop. He twisted harder, his face a storm of cold fury. The sickening sound of a crack followed, echoing in the small room.
My heart leapt. "Umar!" I hurried forward, panic gripping me.
His voice was low, lethal. "Meri biwi ke ird gird dobara nazar aaye na... toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga."
(If I ever see you near my wife again... no one will be worse than me.)
"Umar, chhod de usko," I whispered urgently, reaching his side. (Umar, let him go.)
But he didn't. His grip only tightened, twisting Yasir's arm further. The veins in his forearm strained, his jaw locked in merciless rage.
"Please, Umar," I breathed, my voice trembling.
That one word broke through him like nothing else could.
Instantly, he released Yasir, his hand snapping back as though the touch itself had burned him. Yasir stumbled away, clutching his arm, face pale.
"Let it go nah," I murmured softly, pleading with my eyes.
Umar's chest heaved, his jaw still clenched. He took one long step forward, towering over Yasir's cowering frame. Yasir was only bones wrapped in a shirt, barely taller than me, but against Umar - tall, broad, solid with muscle - he looked like nothing.
Umar bent slightly, his face inches from Yasir's, voice dropping into a growl that made the room itself shudder.
"Agar dobara meri biwi ke saath koi badtameezi ki na..."
(If you dare disrespect my wife again...)
He paused, his eyes narrowing, burning straight into Yasir's soul.
"Kasam se... jaan le loonga."
(By oath... I'll take your life.)
( 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑