CHAPTER 19- NIGHTMARES AND FIGHTS~ Farhan 💀

F A R H A N :-

The sound of rain hitting on the ground was the only thing I could here before it got muffled by the man's voice standing in front of me,

Wearing his navy blue uniform, the stars on his shoulders used to be three, but now it's just one. The blue cap on his head contrasted well with his determined face. His hazel eyes wearing a sense of determination, so strong that it could be compared with the storm brewing outside.

His posture was rigid, alert, determined. So ldifferent from how he is at home. His stance spoke of courage and responsibility.

"Why you? Why couldn't it be someone else? You know we can't live without you, what if something happens to you? Absolutely not. Please listen to me, Bhai please listen to me," I rush after him as he turned around walked out in the storm.

I kept calling him, begging him to come back, but he didn't listen, he kept walking in the storm, until he was swallowed in it and I could no longer see him, hear him.

He was gone.

I take a step forward to run forward but as I lift my foot to walk, I trip on something and fell on it. Only it wasn't something, it was someone.

It was my Brother. The only difference was now, his determined face was relaxed, there wasn't a single frown on his face, because all on his face was Blood. His eyes were opened, but they were not seeing, they were still, too still for my liking. They were lifeless.

The rain fell mercilessly on him, as if didn't care how he didn't move. His crisp navy blue uniform was now dark splattered in blood, in his blood.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't hear anything. Because once again his voice was muffled by the storm.

And I couldn't save him.

"We are sorry to inform you sir that Fahad Siddque has shot himself with his gun. His body was found in his Istanbul office."

My breath came in short pants as I jolt up in my bed, my heart hammering dangerously in my chest, sweat coating on my forehead.

I hold my head in my hands and started counting till my breath evens out.

"It was just a dream, just a dream, a dream, no real." I furiously muttered to myself, trying to forget the images of my nightmare.

My body jolted in alert as I hear a soft rustling noise from my side, on instinct my hand moved to grab my gun from under my pillow, but I paused when I noticed it coming from the person sleeping next to me.

I could feel the adrenaline wearing off, as I slumped back against the headboard and let out a breath, which I forgot I was holding in.

These nightmares has returned. The last time I had one merely three months, they were not per say dangerous, it was just one time, about eleven months back, when I was in Birmingham for a business trip, I had this same nightmare but it looked more real, more graphic, I thought it was for once but it kept repeating every time I closed my eyes, That happened for consecutive three days. I couldn't sleep in that hotel room thinking those walls were closing on me, I was scared to sleep again. No one wanted to see the dead body of their brother even in their thoughts. I didn't sleep for straight three days, on the third night me and my team were checking for material supply in a factory, I fainted. I know embarrassing shit.

My assistant straight up thought I died.

I wish.

After many suggestions and pushovers mostly by my parents, I started counselling, I only attended one session. I could only tolerate as much. No one fucking dictated my life. Nor my brain.

Eventually the nightmares stopped, dropping by occasionally, thank god this one was not severe, I would've scared her.

No wait- why would I care?

I glance at her, who was sleeping peacefully, holding the pillow placed between us. She builded this pillow wall between us on my bed, because she couldn't sleep on the couch as she had severe neck sprains the next day, and I couldn't sleep on the couch because I didn't fit in it, we had a take a solution and she came up with this idea of throwing all the pillows between us.

I look at her again as I hear her grinding her teeth, she does that shit a lot too, I've woken at night several times because of that, I tried waking her up to stop it but she would simply turn her back and continue to sleep. Wish I could sleep like that.

Leaning towards her, I placed my elbow on the pillow between us and moved back a strand of her which fell on her face, I shook her shoulder carefully to make her stop grinding her teeth. She stirs in her sleep and turns her back to me. Eventually stopping it. That isn't really good for her, people do it mostly in stress or I think she has a habit developed. That is not really healthy-

I snap back from my thoughts and move away from her. Why should I care if it's not healthy for her? She could grind her teeth to powder for like I care. Her lover would care about her, with whom I saw her with six days back. It absolutely riled me, the sense of betrayal was so strong that I had the urge to kill that fucker and her with my own hands.

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I got up from my bed and went to the balcony sliding the door behind me not carefully. She's a heavy sleeper anyway.

I can't understand why is she still in my room, my parents are not here, she could easily sleep in another room, and why am I not kicking her out?

Shoving a cigarette in my mouth, I lit it with a lighter and take a long drag, I force away all my thoughts and focused on the familiar burning of my lungs.

If my brother was here to see what habit I've developed, he would've slapped the shit out of me. I smoked my first cigarette in university, when my brother found me with a lighter in my pocket, I don't want to remember the slap and the lecture he gave me.

It's a bad habit, I know, destructive too, but who said I wasn't.

Leaning on the railing, I lit my second cigarette and turn towards the sliding door, watching her sleep peacefully. Too peacefully. I don't like peace.

I needed to do something destructive.

******

"You are an absolute piece of shit, you know that right?" Bilal says shaking his head like a disappointed father.

"Tell me something new." I reply plopping another chip in my mouth changing the channels of the television.

"What you are going to do is absolutely childish, Farhan." He says sitting down on the next to me.

I crush the chip in my palm, "I don't need your opinion on what I do and don't."

"What has she even done to you." He shakes his head.

Barged in my life unwanted, met another man behind my back and lied to me. I shoved a handful of chips in my mouth and forced it shut.

"You won't understand." I reply, settling on seeing a movie.

"Oh I do," he chuckles, "She broke your big ass ego. That is."

"I am refraining myself to say you get out because I am at your house." I place my legs on the coffee table in front of me and watch the movie playing on a random channel.

"I feel honoured." He replies dryly. His phone started ringing, he looked at it and ignored it whoever it was turning towards me again.

"Go, talk to your wife and leave me alone." I roll my eyes, referring to his wife Hajra who is currently in US, along with their son. Bilal was alone in his house, so I thought on this late rainy evening I could give him some company.

"I talked to her already, twice. It's some unknown number. Must be some company calls." He replies watching the movie with me.

His phone rings again, I smack a chip on his head, "Answer your fucking phone, someone really needs your help."

He grumbles something under his breath and picks up the call,

"Hello, who's this?" He answers and I was about tune out, but my ears perked up when he suddenly sat straight and said, "Bhabhi?" He glances at me, "Um Walaikumaslam."

I mute the TV and turn my attention to him, nodding my head to keep it on speaker, Bilal rolls his eye but does it none the less.

"Um yeah, sorry for disturbing Bilal bhai, but do you have any idea Farhan is?" She asks in a timid voice.

I glance up at bilal and warn him with my eyes,

He glares at me as he answers her, "Farhan....um Farhan is not at home?"

I wanted to smack his head, how more clueless could he sound more.

"No he isn't, he told he would be here by six, it's been almost three hours and he isn't picking up his phone." If I am not wrong, did her voice cracked at the end?

I eye my switched off phone on the table near my leg and urged Bilal to continue,

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish before saying, "Oh."

Oh? That's all, I control my urge to say something sarcastic. My wife continues on phone, her voice frustrated now, "So do you know where is he?"

Bilal looked at me like I was making him commit some unforeseen sin. "Um no I don't."

I hear her sigh disappointedly. "Fine." I nod and was about to press the red icon when Bilal stood up and moved the phone away from me saying, "I will try to locate him and update you, don't worry."

Now I didn't asked him to do that.

He hung up the call briefly after I heard her muttering a thank you.

"Here you are watching Jurassic park while she is left worrying about you, real mature." Bilal says snatching the pack of chips from my hand.

She don't have her phone with her, whose number did she called on?

"Show me your phone." I moved forward and grabbed his phone and opened call logs, and immediately recognised that number as my driver Jameel's.

Bilal snatches his phone back and gives me a stern look, "Now I am going to call her saying I traced you and you were struck in traffic, so you better go off now."

I raise an eyebrow, "You kicking me out?" I stood up from the couch and wiped my hands with tissue. He flips me the bird and calls my wife again and tells her some shit how my phone switched off and I am on my way.

"Shukar allah, he is okay right?" I hear her ask as I pause halfway wearing my coat, she sounded so relieved, so joyous, as if she really cared if I were alive.

Bilal eyes me as I stuff my phone in my pocket and flip him going to the foyer to wear my shoes. "Yes, he is okay, very much. He is on his way. Don't worry bhabhi."

I slammed the door shut of his house before making my way to my car standing outside the gate.

"Breaking my house doors will not make you any saint." I hear him call out after me. I simply ignore him and the rain pouring on me before getting inside my car and driving off to my house to execute my plan.

A weird feeling formed in gut when I heard her relieved voice, but then I remember the image of her sitting with an another man and I pushed harder on the accelerator, determined to pursue my plan for tonight.

****

I slammed my car door shut and walked towards the main house, cursing this rain, my lack of sleep, exhaustion, and lack of someone in my house.

No- no one, it's just lack of sleep.

Why would I miss someone with whom I barely interact?

"Here's my favourite brooding face coming." Yousuf's annoying voice shrills as soon as I enter the meeting room of the main house.

I ignore him and everyone as I remove my coat and follow Hasnain who gestures towards the cellar and walks with me. One of the reasons I think him of the employee of the year, he barely talks.

"Aren't you particularly cheery this morning?" Yousuf calls our jogging behind me as I punch the code in and enter the cellars which I made built.

"Shut up." I reply opening the door to the room Hasnain guided me to and immediately see Bilal typing away something on a computer with a man seated opposite to him on a chair, tied up and writhing around worsening my headache.

I dragged a chair from the table and sat opposite to the man.

He looked at me with wide eyes and started thrashing around the chair more.

"Ay, shut up." I snap hoisting my foot to his knee and pressed the heel of my boot on his bone. He instantly stopped looking at me with wide eyes and started shaking his head, crying.

Pathetic.

I tilted my head at Hasnain and he gave me nod rolling up his sleeves and grabbed the man's jaw,

"I am going to take this off of your mouth, if you make a single noise, you are dead."

He nods frantically and Hasnain removes the gag from his mouth,

"Please leave me alone, I didn't do anything. I have a wife and three kids, please-" Hasnain lands a punch on his face.

A wife to whom he beats around every-time? And I highly doubt the children are from the same wife.

"Did I asked you talk?" He seethes holding his face upright by gripping his hair.

I lean forward digging the heel of boot deeper on his knee, "Now answer my question, what Emir send you for?"

"I-I don't know what-"

"Yousuf," I call out.

Yousuf sighs walking towards him and attaches a strap around both of his forearms, muttering,

"They never learn." And then he presses a button of the remote in his hand.

The pathetic man, jolts in his seats screaming as the shock coarse his veins. "He wanted to spy on you." He screams.

"Now we are talking." I say removing my foot from his knee. "Bilal." I call out.

Bilal shifts his computer towards us and plays the clip of this fucker lurking around my house, the main house and the last clip which was of two days ago made my blood boil.

It was a clip from a park parking where he was walking towards my wife, who was standing near the car in parking lot. This bitch was walking towards her with a cloth in his hand. Luckily her brother came by with her and she somehow got alert.

The chair fell behind me as I stood up in front of him and grabbed his jaw,

"What does your boss wants now?"

He gulps before looking around, for what help?

He starts thrashing around again as Yousuf gave him another round of shock.

"Kidnap." He cries, his tears and spit falling on my hand.

"Kidnap who?" I snap. Holding his jaw tighter.

"Your wife. He wants her. Says he wants to have you have-" All my rational thoughts numb off and my ears started ringing, without any second thought I lifted my fist and started punching his face.

I completely zone out, only thing I could remember was this fucker saying my wife's name and after that I see no end of mercy.

It isn't after I am dragged behind by Bilal and Yousuf, I then realise I was holding a gun in my hand and fucker was crying out in pain, his shoulder bleeding out, a deep bullet wound on his shoulder.

"Farhan you will kill him, stop it." Bilal pushed me out the room.

"Then let me do it." I seethe, trying to get away from their grip as they both drag me away from the cellars.

"Farhan please stay in your senses." Yousuf snaps, his tone was serious.

"Sit here." Bilal pushes me on a couch, snatching my gun from my hand.

My breath came in harsh pants as I glare at the blood in my hands.

"What has gotten into you FB? You never use gun in interrogation." Yousuf says tossing a cleaning rag towards me.

I clean my hands and lean my head back on the couch and counted my breath till they evened out.

He was right, I never used gun during interrogation, usually the shocks and few punches works fine. But I don't know weather it was the frustration from work, lack of sleep, or the name of her from someone else's mouth and made me act out.

But whatever it was, I don't regret doing that.

Thirty minutes later Hasnain returns back wiping the blood from his hands and takes a seat on the couch opposite to me.

"I tried asking him Emir's base location but he wouldn't budge, So I had to kill him. He was a threat anyway." He sighs.

"We need to double the security now." Bilal says, "Around the main house especially. Yousuf make sure no bugs can enter our systems."

I hear Yousuf working on his laptop, "On it."

"And also around our families, too. Farhan?" Bilal calls out, "Ask Bhabhi to stay at her home and not go out for a while or bring her back."

I sat straighter in my seat, "Did D brought him here?"

"Yes, he found him near her house and alerted us." Yousuf replies, he stops typing and look up at me, "Why aren't you talking to D anymore?"

"I do only when necessary." I reply curtly, "Besides he is a businessman undercover, now we can't blow up his cover, could we?"

Yousuf hums going back to his work.

"Increase security everywhere, Bilal ask Hajra to extend her trip. And nain and Yousuf, don't go out unnecessarily. Ask D to avoid any trips to main house too. We need to stay alert now." They all give me a nod and I made a mental note to bring back Ayesha tomorrow no matter what.

"Anymore questions?" I ask.

"I have." Yousuf raises his hand up.

"Man your so in love." Yousuf whistles and I shoot him a deadly glare and he merely raises his hand in mock surrender. His chuckles dies down when he notices no one in this room found him funny.

"I was just trying to lighten up mood." He rolls his eye going back to his work, "Losers."

I pinch the bridge of my nose and glance down at my bloodied shirt. "I need a change."

"Me too." Hasnain sighs looking at his jeans.

"Not me." Bilal looks at his clothes impressively.

"Me neither." Yousuf calls out. "But I think I will need one after disposing that man's body. Oh joy."

****

I tapped my foot against the laminated floors of the meeting room, my gaze struck to the clock waiting for this meeting to end.

The man in front of me kept babbling all the reasons why I should invest in his company and I just zoned him out, knowing Taher is listening and will update me later.

Having enough of his babbling, I got up from my seat, "Apologies, gentlemen something urgent came up, I have to leave, you can explain everything to Taher over here." I gesture at Taher, who took one look at my face and nodded continuing the meeting.

I walked out of my office building as soon as I can, something was definitely up. The security around Ayesha which I assigned, hasn't updated since an hour. I tried calling on her phone too, which for some reason was out of coverage area.

Hastily getting in my car, I started driving to her house, until I don't see her with my own eyes this funny feeling in me won't go away.

I dialled Yousuf's number and asked him to tap on Ayesha's phone location.

"FB, her current location is shown in this new mall downtown, Sonraki mall."

I hung up on him and took a U- turn changing the lanes, that mall was far from where I was right now, I hope I could reach on time.

The last time I couldn't reach the person I cared for, I lost them.

And I will be damned if I let that happen again.

I kept calling Ayesha's phone which was still out of coverage area, on loop I kept calling the head of security until he picked up,

"Why the fuck were you not picking up my calls?" I sneered as soon as he picked up.

"Sir- actually-"

"What, what actually?" I ask pressing on the gas pedal.

"The mall which ma'am and her friends went.."

"The point." I urge.

My focus lost momentarily and the pressure of foot loosened on the accelerator as I hear him say,

"The mall has been hijacked."

After hearing that I don't remember how I managed to break signals and reach the mall on record time,

There was a rush- No it felt like there was only adrenaline flowing in me.

Contacting Bilal he informed me that they all here, Yousuf and him hidden in an mini bus. And Hasnain camouflaging as a outsider to catch a suspect, Finding a supply van in the employees parking where the rush of public running out was less.

"Did you find anything?" I ask climbing inside the van and dropping my phone on the table which had Yousuf's laptops.

Bilal looked up from the screen of Yousuf's laptop, his eyes wide, "Emir."

One word. One name. It was enough for triggering my anger, my mind momentarily reeling back to all those years ago when he managed to ruin my family.

But not now. I will not let him.

It was enough for me to get up and go out of the van but my phone rang which I kept on the table, Yousuf glanced at it and yelled, "it's bhabhi!"

I climbed back again and picked up as soon as I can, "Hello? Ayesha? Where are you?"

Instead of hearing her saying she's okay, my mind rushes as I hear her sob, "Farhan."

My heart dropped in my gut, unknown fear gripped my throat at the broken sound of her,

"Ayesha? Why are you crying? Tell me where are you!" I demanded signalling Yousuf to trace my call.

He gives me a thumbs up typing on his laptop.

"Please help me Farhan, I am in this janitor's closet of this new mall, I don't know what's happening." Her sobs filled the speaker of the phone and my anger intensified even more.

"Shit. Trace location Yousuf. Ayesha I am coming to you don't worry." Bilal moves aside as I sit beside Yousuf to see him tapping her phone.

"Come fast....this man-" before she could complete there was a loud clash noise before everything went silent.

"Ayesha? Hello? Can you hear me?" I kept asking frantically.

"Switched off." Yousuf bangs his fist on the table.

"What do you mean switched off?" I seethe.

"Before I could completely trace her location her phone lost the coverage. But I could tell she was last seen near the second floor." If it's emir I swear I won't stop myself from killing him.

The sound of phone ringing snap me out of thoughts, I look at my thinking it's her but it was Bilal's phone, Bilal glances at me as he answers the phone, "Yes D?"

"Is Farhan here? I need backup up here."

"I am here. When did you went up you sneaky shit?" I demanded on the phone.

"Doesn't matter, I need you here, there these girls I know I have to rescue, but I can't disclose my identity and your wife I saw her on the second floor."

"Are you sure D?" Bilal confirms.

"Hundred percent on my life" he answers.

Hanging up the call Bilal reaches under the seat flings a gun to me and takes one for himself. Tugging the gun to my waistband me and Bilal climbed out of the van after he gave the regular instructions to Yousuf.

Yousuf guided us through the Bluetooth connected in our ears to a fire exit at the back of mall, reaching the first floor we both spilt up and went in a different direction.

As I turned around the corner, I was circled by three mask figures with gun in their hands. Tugging mine at the waistband, I rolled back the sleeves of the dress shirt and grabbed the back of the neck of the man standing behind me and smashed his head on the wall,

Dodging the attack of the one behind me, I bend down and grabbed the back of his knee shoving him down on the glass doors of a shop.

The last one was the most stubborn, I kept dodging his punches but he managed to hook his foot on my ankle bringing me down on the glass shreds on the floor. Grabbing one large shred I stabbed his thigh and gave him an uppercut bringing him down.

Dusting my shirt, I stood up and was about to walk when I heard it, the safety of gun going back, before I could turn around and shoot him, another shot went off.

It didn't hit me, looking over my shoulder I gave a nod to D, who gestured at the corner shop and bend down to pick up a red head in his arms.

I raise an eyebrow at him, since when?

Shaking my head I ran upstairs to the second floor, knowing who I might meet up there.

And my suspicions is confirmed when I hear a whistling sound from behind me. I turned around to come face to face with the only Emir Gerdezi.

"Siddque." He chuckles.

"Bastard." I say back.

He throws his head and laughs as if I told him a classic joke, "Same old, same old. I say you got the perfect match."

My shoulders stiffen as I glared at him, "What is the meaning behind this?"

"You know me, I love attention." He grins, showing his full teeth, my hand itches to pull every teeth off his mouth.

"What do you want." I ask.

"Many things, but one of my favourites," he snaps his fingers grinning at me, "Revenge."

A humourless leaves me, "You want a revenge?"

I step closer to him, "My brother wanted it too, but guess what? He died. You killed him."

He tsks poking his finger on my chest, "Now that's where you are wrong. If I remember correctly your brother, committed suicide."

He was riling me and I fell into it, without thinking I grabbed by gun from my waistband and shoved him down shooting on his knee.

He groans in agony but chuckles humourlessly, "Afraid of truth?"

I kicked him in his gut, immediately his guards rounding me, this old sack could barely put up a fight and always keeps his guards around.

I squat beside him and pointed my gun on his temple, my finger hovering over the trigger.

"One step, and your boss cuts his ticket to hell."

They all look at their boss who nods groaning in pain and they step back lowering their weapons.

"Good, now pick this old hag and get lost." I get up shove him towards his guards.

"I will be back...siddque. Count your days." Emir grunts.

"You count your last ones." I mutter.

His guards carry him and go downstairs towards the exit. I could easily handle him to police, but they are of no use. There was an incident in this mall and no police showed up. Fantastic.

I know they would not leave easily, so when I felt someone sneaking behind me, I loaded my gun but before I could turn, he was shot.

Turning around I glare at Hasnain who grabs the body of the man and throws him inside a random shop.

Now where was my wife? "I am hidden in this janitor's closet."

I follow the sign of washroom and ran towards the dimly lit hallway, opening every random door I kept calling her name, until I heard the jiggling of a door handle.

"Ayesha? Are you there?" I ran towards the door and tried to open it but it didn't budge.

"Yes." I hear her voice, she was so close to me but I needed to see her, "this door isn't opening."

I check the corners of the door before saying, "Alright I will try." I kicked the door but it only shook, "Shit, I have to break it, Ayesha? You need to stand back I am going to break this door."

I move back and shove my body on the door with all my force, finally after two tries the door fell of it's hinges.

Wood splinters flew around with dust around the air and then I saw her standing across the small room with her hands covering her face.

She slowly removed her hands from her face and light across the ventilation shone on her face, her lips wobbled and I stood there as I saw her running towards me and clinging her body to mine.

Her head fell on my chest, where my heart kept beating faster as she sobbed. I brought my hands around her bring her closer to me.

Her body instantly melts into mine, as if she was desperate waters waiting to be mold in a safe place.

And I hold her close, assuring myself I will never let her go. I will always come to her. And that's what I promised her.

No matter what.

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A/N:-

Is our guy showing......... feelings?😱

Anywho, you guys really hurt my ego by saying I update rarely, so here you go, on your cute face.😤

Pretending like I am not gonna update for a month now, kidding.

My mids are starting from next week so I guess I will be busy, but I will try to update. Maybe.

Not really. Who knows?

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