Cursed

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Third person p.o.v

A vibrant city square bustling with activity; people milling about, shopping, laughing, and enjoying the beautiful weather. Soft voices waft through the air as street performers entertain the diverse crowd. Amongst the commotion, Haider, a rugged  lurk, his eyes darting around cautiously.

Haider's associates, Zaheer and Zoiab stand nearby, equally on edge. Their hands rest upon the concealed weapons they carry. The tension between rival gangs has been escalating, and this square is a known battleground.

Haider's gaze lands on a young man , innocent and oblivious to the danger that lurks nearby. He watches as the young man, Aslam, accompanied by his wife Afreen approaches a food truck to grab a snack.

Just as Aslam reaches the food truck, a rival gang, led by Shaan , storms into the square. They are fierce and menacing; a sign of the long-standing rivalry between the two gangs.

Shaan locks eyes with Haider, an unspoken challenge passing between them. Suddenly, pandemonium erupts as both gangs aggressively confront each other, their intentions clear.

Amidst the chaos, Haider reaches for his concealed gun, ready to protect himself and his associates. As he readies his weapon, adrenaline pulsating through his veins, a SHOT rings out.

The crowd scatters, screams filling the air. People dive for cover, fearing that their lives are at stake. Haider's eyes widen in horror as he realises he fired the shot accidentally.

Slowly, the chaos subsides, revealing Aslam lying on the ground, clutching his chest. Blood seeps through his fingers, staining his shirt red. Afreen kneels beside him, her face twisted with anguish and disbelief.

Haider's voice trembling with regret " No...no, this wasn't supposed to happen. It was an accident! "

Zohaib angry yet panicked "We need to get out of here, Haider! They'll kill us for this!"

Rehan, overwhelmed by the turmoil, stands in shock, his eyes silently pleading for someone to fix the unfathomable mess they've found themselves in.

Afreen, tears streaming down her face, looks up at Haider with a mix of grief and fury.

While Aslam took his last breath on his wife's hand , Haider was dragged away by his men yet his eyes never leave the man lying on the ground lifeless and her wife's cries echo in the air .

" We reached " The car stopped in front of the court while Haider came back to present.

Rain falls heavily outside, sending sheets of water cascading down the windows. The buzzing of traffic accompanies the sound of the heavy downpour. Haider steps out of his sleek black car. Dressed impeccably in a dark tailored suit, he exudes an aura of power and intimidation.

Haider wraps his coat tightly around himself, shielding his face from the rain as he strides towards the entrance of the courthouse. His presence alone commands attention, as pedestrians hurry past, exchanging whispers and nervous glances.

INT. COURTHOUSE - LOBBY

Haider enters the courthouse, the warmth of the building contrasting sharply with the cold and wet outdoors. The flickering fluorescent lights illuminate the room, revealing the chaos of lawyers, reporters, and anxious family members milling about.

Haider moves with purpose, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Heads turn, conversations falter, and whispers grow louder as people recognize him. Fear and curiosity dance in their eyes, but no one dares approach.

INT. COURTROOM

Haider opens the door to the courtroom and is greeted by an air of stifled tension. The noise of the lobby fades away, replaced by hushed murmurs reverberating off the walls. He scans the room, maintaining a confident expression as his eyes lock onto his team of lawyers.

LAWYER 1, mid-40s with a distinguished demeanour, approaches Haider.

LAWYER 1

(whispering)

Haider, the defence is ready. We've prepared a solid case for you.

" Good. Ensure these people know who they're up against." Haider ordered.

Haider takes his seat at the defendant's table, his presence sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the room. As the judge enters and the proceedings begin, he sits with an air of complete control, exuding a dangerous calmness that makes even the most hardened criminals cautious.

The pouring rain outside serves as a backdrop to the storm that Haider brings with him into the courtroom. The stage is set, and the battle for justice, or perhaps something entirely different, is about to unfold.

Aslam mother p.o.v

As I stood outside the courtroom, my heart pounded with a mix of grief, anger, and bitterness. Hatred consumed every fibre of my being as I caught a glimpse of Haider, the dangerous Mafia, entering the very place that was supposed to deliver justice. The memories of the fateful day when my happy family was torn apart by this man flooded my mind, intensifying the rage that burned within me.

My precious son, oh how I yearn for his laughter and warmth! Haider, with his wicked intentions, took everything from me in the blink of an eye. The pain of losing my innocent child to his senseless acts lingered in my soul, forever etching a deep scar that would never heal. How dare Haider walk freely, showing no remorse for the havoc he has wreaked upon our once blissful existence?

In the past, I had never known the extent of a mother's fury. But watching that vile creature step into the courtroom, a tsunami of emotions crashed over me. I could feel the anger pulsating through my veins, pushing me towards the brink of madness. My maternal instincts, once a wellspring of unconditional love, had twisted into a thirst for vengeance.

The memories of our family's happiness before Haider's intrusion taunted me relentlessly. I could almost feel my son's tender embrace, hearing his innocent laughter fill the air. How easily it had all been shattered, leaving behind a broken shell of a family, mere fragments of what we once were. And it was Haider, with his insidious manipulations and disregard for human life, who turned my life into a living nightmare.

As I stared at him, deep within my heart, a storm of emotions brewed fiercely. I despised the audacity with which Haider operated, wreaking havoc on countless families, tearing them apart from their loved ones. The flames of anger consumed me, fueling a fierce determination to see justice served. Haider may believe he is untouchable, but he does not comprehend the strength of a mother who has lost her child.

Third person p.o.v

The rain pours heavily outside. The clouds turn dark and ominous, reflecting Aslam's mother's inner turmoil. She storms out of the courtroom, her face contorted with anger and grief. Tears mix with raindrops on her face as she scans the area.

EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - CONTINUOUS

Aslam's mother hurriedly makes her way down the wet stone steps, the sound of her footsteps drowned by the relentless downpour. She spots her lawyer and Aslam friend, soaked to the bone, walking towards his car parked by the curb.

Aslam's mother quickens her pace, rushing towards him and holding an open umbrella above her head. She bravely steps in front of her lawyer, blocking his path with her soaked clothes clinging to her body.

" Zameer! How could they side with Haider? That dangerous mafia boss who has ruined countless lives!" She yelled through the rain angrily

Zameer looked at her, voice filled with concern " Aunty, please calm down. We'll find another way "

" No, We can't let this injustice prevail. Our family has already suffered enough due to Haider's atrocities. We cannot let him roam free! " She said sternly, refusing the court verdict .

"  the court has made their decision. We have to accept it, or we risk putting ourselves in danger. I don't want anything to happen to you " he wiped his face.

Aslam's mother takes a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears once again. She knows he's right, but her heart refuses to accept it. Her will to fight for justice outweighs her fear.

She glanced at the figure walking toward his car with arrogance dripping on his face . His white shirt soaked in water, men are running behind with Umbrella but they left behind Haider steps .

Clenching her fist she ran toward Haider fearlessly " HAIDER !" She shouted at the top of her lungs while Zameer tried to stop her but soon he backed away when Haider turned toward the woman .

They both stood in front of each other faced to face rain droplets pouring over both their heads furiously , Aslam mother's chest heaved up and down with rage built inside her for so long .

" Today You win , Today this court wasn't able to give justice to my innocent son and his wife , because of you I lost my son , daughter and husband and a happy family but still TODAY YOU WON !". She shouted at the top of her lungs in the end yet there was no ounce of emotion on Haider's face , this is not the first time he is seeing hate in someone's eyes  .

" Mera baccha …. ( My child )" She cried loudly looking up in the sky with an immense grief engulfing her chest .

" I CURSE YOU HAIDER , I CURSE YOU THAT YOU FEEL THE SAME PAIN I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW , YOU WILL LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE TOO , ONE DAY HAIDER YOUR ARROGANCE WILL BE SHATTERED , ONE DAY YOU WILL REALISE THE ONLY POWER BELONGS  TO ALLAH THE MOST POWERFUL AND ONE DAY YOU WILL BEG FOR FORGIVENESS BUT IT WILL BE TOO LATE , ONE DAY HAIDER , ONE DAY THE TABLE WILL BE TURNED AND YOU WILL BE ON MY SHOES TOO , ONE DAY HAIDER ONE DAY "  she shouted through the rain while Haider clench his fist in anger , she women walk past him fearlessly while he glared at her back .

" That day will never come , Never! " he gritted out , entering his car as his bride gets ready for him .

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