CHAPTER 26-IRHAA?~ Farhan💀

F A R H A N : -

"Don't forget to send the confirmation email to Mr. Wazir for the Friday meeting." I say to my assistant tahir as he closed his laptop and kept in his office bag.

"Yes sir..but sir, isn't junaid sir was leaving for istanbul next week?" tahir questioned, adjusting his rimmed glasses around his face.

"Yes he is." I confirm.

"And sir today is Friday." He drawled and I raise an eyebrow at him,

"The point, Tahir." I urged him massaging my temples.

"Oh yes, wouldn't you..you too be leaving with him?" tahir asked hesitantly, this goody two shoes talks so carefully around me, like I am a ticking time bomb.

"No," I exhale a sigh, "I have some business to finish and besides I couldn't just leave this deal with Usman Wazir, it's very important for our company." I got up from my leather seat and collected my coat, which was hung on the back of my chair.

"Yes, right sir." tahir pointed.

"And if this deal goes according to my plan, I think I would go to istanbul two weeks later." I say wearing my coat.

"Alright sir, is anything for me to do sir?" tahir asked as he stood up with me.

"No, you may leave too Tahir." I gave him

a nod and tahir followed me out of my cabin.

"Have a great evening, sir." Tahir said and I give him an another nod before leaving my office and asking tahir to lock it behind me.

Reaching the parking, I walked towards my car and drive away from my office building. After twenty minutes of driving aimlessly on the roads of Ankara city, I stopped my car near a small park, feeling a little restless.

Removing my coat I climb out of the car and slammed the door behind me, the chilly winter winds gushed through me, making my hair flutter along with it, I stood there against those winds resting my arms on the roof of the car, gazing at the disturbing hues of dark blue on the evening sky of Ankara, I close my eyes, feeling the chilly winds sweeping right through me, I tried to calm my restless heart, but it didn't tried to work.

It was December now, the month in which the winter is in full force, and also the month, in which my family and I experienced immense grief and pain.

Fishing out a cigarette from my pocket I placed it between my lips and lit up, taking a puff, i stared at the empty slides and swings of the park,

The restlessness was always there in my heart, sometimes I wonder if my heart even functions till now, or is it just cold stone, pumping blood with no emotions, four years ago all the emotions with it, the careless, reckless self of me kind of died with my brother, got buried with him.

In a moment, everything changes. And that change is enough to change a human, it's life. A normal happy life, The people around it. In a moment you are living, everything is fine, normal. And the next you know you faced a loss. A big one. You don't even get the time to accept when everything around you comes clashing down, one by one. And the worst part? You don't have the power to change to it. It's even worse when you don't even know what to do.

Since four, almost five years now, I didn't got out of that moment. The moment since my world crumbled right in front of me. Every single minute, seconds, I feel there is something more, something more to happen. This is going too good, it can't be like that. I know it will always be like this. Waiting for an another shoe to drop, waiting for that trauma to settle in. And at the end living with it.

Many people have said to me, it's alright, people die everyday, everyone losses their family members one day but you shouldn't be still mopping around it. Yes people do die everyday, but they don't get accused os something and get humiliated even after being dead.

They don't. Not everyone thinks of a revenge, I do. And I plan to destroy every single person who had a hand in my brother's death.

I should've felt at ease planning my revenge, but why don't I? There is this feeling living in me, gnawing my gut, every single day. But I can't understand what it is. Those sleeping pills don't give me peace like I want. Nor do those anti-depressants do.

Lighting up another cigarette, I sat on the hood of my car, watching the empty park before me. Weirdly cigarettes reminded me of Ayesha, my wife. I crave it, but it is also harmful. Somehow I crave for her, but my lifestyle is harmful to her. Whenever I tried to distance myself from her, she or any situation brings me to the same square one, where my pumping organ starts feeling weird things around her. Despite every things she had done, just the thought of being with her, even a minute, convinces me to look past everything just for her.

I knew she was a trouble from a start. For my life and my...heart?

Ringing of my mobile phone made snap out of my daze. Getting up from the hood, I threw away the half burned cigarette, crushing it under my foot, I fished out my phone from my pocket and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked pinching the bridge of my nose, feeling an headache forming after long day of a hectic office work, and thinking.

"He..llo? Far..Farhan" I heard Hasnain's panting voice and I straighten up, my brain going on an alert mode.

"What is it Hasnain?" I demanded, abandoning my miseries behind.

"There- listen it's an emergency, come to road no 12,-" I heard a gun shot going off in a distance.

"Where are fuck are you? And what's going in?" I asked urgently.

"I will explain-" I heard a gun short again but this time it was near meaning nain shot this one, still panting he continued, "just come to ismet street, road 12, down the alley you will find a cheap bar named, 'lucky's club' ju..just come fast I need back up. Quick." and with that he hung up.

Cursing under my breath I sat in my car quickly and drove blindly to ismet street, all the while messaging to yousuf and bilal, yousuf was already on his way tracking nain's mobile, and he found out that there is an immense break out of local mafias at the club where nain was, somehow they all got an idea, that there might be some illegal activity going on there. To be on safer side, bilal backed up D to be present as a normal citizen calling up for police.

Just where the heck nain gotten himself into?

Luckily while driving away in my misery, I drove somewhere closer to ismet street, and it took me only ten minutes to reach the place nain directed me.

Tucking a revolver in my waistband, I climb out of my car, reaching the bar which nain told him. The club was located at a distant secluded area of ismet street, where mostly unemployed bachelor's and illegal visa holders lived. Shrugging the coat tighter around to feel the gun tucked in it, I walked towards the club.

I walked upto the crooked almost broken door with bullet holes entrance door of the club, and opened the door open with a kick of my feet, taking out the revolver from my coat.

A drunken stout man stumbled infront of me as I step inside, mumbling incoherently, rolling my eyes in annoyance, I pushed him aside, and he entered inside the club, few men was lying on the floor injured, or rather drunk, and tables were turned upside down, glass shattered on the ground, few of them were stumbling here and there while someone was gambling, the place reeked of cheap alcohol and cigarettes.

Taking out my phone from my pocket, I open location of Hasnain's phone which Yousuf send me. The little red dot on the map showed somewhere upstairs.

I looked at the dingy stairs of the club, I was about to move but stayed back as I watch a man climbing down, by the lanyard in his neck, he looks like a worker, if I tackle him, it might be easy.

Waving my hand disgustingly infront of me to wave of the smell, I brought my gun forward as soon as that man descended the stairs, his eyes widened when he saw me, stumbling behind he dropped his own gun, and raised his hands in surrender.

That was easy than I expected.

"Sir, it was not me... sir.... leave me sir.... don't arrest me please... it was boss please sir." the man pleaded in front of me and I raise an amused eyebrow at him,

I glanced at the revolver in my hand and then at the man, seeming to understand his misunderstanding, I kick his knee making him fall to the ground. Grabbing by his collar, I drag him to the dark corner of the staircase and made him face me,

"Who is your boss? And I will arrest you, you are equal in indulging in a criminal offence." I said with an authoritative voice, taking advantage of the assumed assumption of the man.

The man kneeled infront of me started crying, actually crying. Pathetic.

"No sir..please I have family sir... I am very poor, sir please who will look after my kids, if I go to jail, please sir... I am sorry sir."

The kids talk. Too old to care now.

But he didn't did anything wrong to me so I spare him and shove him back, but that doesn't mean I could use him as a leverage.

"Tell me about the recent crossfire your boss did? What happened."

"He-he was doing his regular auction-"

"What kind of auction?" I ask.

"He- Auctions off best of his selected girls to rich businessmen." He completes and I stare him in utter disbelief and disgust.

Auction? Of course this is a trafficking club.

"Then what?" I urge needing to know how Hasnain landed himself here.

"Then," he slowes down breathing heavily, "This boy out of nowhere showed up and started shooting. We tried to find him but he hid somewhere. But I had to say sir, that bastard was very smart-" I hit him with the back of my gun.

"Tell what I ask." I sneered, "What is your boss's name?"

"Bashir Dolun." He replies,

Dolun. Of course it had to be emir's brother in law, out of everyone Hasnain really?

"Fine, where is your boss? And you have to give an statement against your boss to my team, and if you tried to double cross me," I threatened him pointing gun at his temple,

"You better know, what to do."

I dialled bilal's number and told him about the situation, Yousuf and D where outside of the club, as back up, whereas Bilal was on the other side searching for Nain.

Nodding at the man, I instructed him to guide me to his boss's room, Following the man upstairs, I reached a spooky little cabin, where I could here scattering of glass, and high pitched voices, fighting perhaps.

I tilted my head and the man went inside the cabin, standing near the doorframe of the cabin, I listened their conversation,

"Find him! I said find him, how dare he disrupt my most expensive auction-"

"Boss." the man called out,

"What? Did you find out who came? If it is some officer or something? kill him." I heard a gruff voice speaking, judging by the tone, I bet his half body weight falls on his throat.

I scoffed hearing him, too bad no loyalty in a group huh?

"Actually si..sir," the man stuttered,

"What is it you useless moron?" The thick voice snapped.

"Someone is here to visit you," the man said lowly afraid of his boss.

"Who? Your father?" The boss laughed,

I kicked open the dingy door, making it fall off it's hinges, "No your father." I said shooting at his arm,

The other two men in the stood up with their guns raised at me, "Ah uh, down," I said, "Down I said, don't try to save your whale boss, trust me it would take me merely two minutes to kill off every person in this room." I instructed and when they failed to do so, I simply dropped my gun and grabbed the arm of the man near me, his gun dropping at his feet. I grabbed his fist he threw at me and kicked the heel of my boot on his knee and twisted his arms behind him making him fall down with a painful groan and twisting sound of bones cracking.

"Hm?" I huffed, getting up dusting my hands on the jacket of the fractured man laying down.

"I promise I crack better than this."

The other man dropped his gun and raised his hands standing beside the one who brought me up here.

"Now, boss." I turn towards the old hag groaning in his chair clutching his arm. I picked up my gun and walked towards him.

"You again?" Bashir seethed in pain and agony,

"Yes me again, and again here you are sitting with your fuck-face doing your dingy business, but Bashir." I grabbed his shoulders, "This is your last time."

"I will talk to Emir Abi he won't leave you-" he tried to grab his phone, but another hand stopped him.

Glancing up I see Bilal who grins widely taking away the phone from his hand, "Tsk tsk," he tsks placing the rope on the table, "The thing about our generation is, we are really smart. And active." I grab the other end of the rope and start to tie around Bashir.

"Exactly, I mean it takes common sense, if you would want to contact your brother in law, for that," I huffed passing the other end of the rope to Bilal as we wrap it around him, "You need to be alive." Bilal chuckles tying up the ropes together.

Turning towards the two men in the room who were looking at us like we are doing some magic show, Bilal grins, "What are you both waiting for? Run."

Without any second thoughts they both run out of the room leaving their possessed friend and tied up boss behind.

"Ah poor souls thinking they ran to their freedom, only to be in the hands of police." Bilal tsks as we both push the fat whale's chair near the door.

"What's the story made?" I ask kicking down the chair to make it slide across the doorframe.

"D is some polite man walking past this street when he heard some commotion in this club, when he arrived here, he saw an auction going on, with this king," he pats bashir's shoulder, who's shouts gets muffled by the sock stuffed in his mouth. Did I mention it's his own I stuffed in his mouth?

"So when D came here, there was already a crossfire going on, and for this king of gutter was tied like this by an fellow auctioneer who he betrayed, so the auctioneer in despite freed all the girls and shoot him and ran away. How is it?" Bilal huffs leaning against the wall.

"Mind blowing," I reply checking my phone for the red dot which showed a floor above us, "Nain is upstairs. Let's get going." Bilal nods following me up the stairs, I stop when I hear muffled cries behind me,

"What do we do of him?" Bilal asks, glancing at the old hag tied up in his chair with a stinky sock up his mouth.

"I have an idea." I say rolling his chair near the stairs and with Bilal's help we both push him off the stairs, tied up and all.

"Now let's go." I nod and we both walked upstairs, only to stop shot when we heard footsteps near the stairs.

I shoot bilal a glance and we both hid in the shadow of either of side of the staircase, with our guns raised.

"Bilal? Farhan? I heard you both." I frowned hearing Nain's voice, me Bilal rose from our hidden position and approach nain who was leaning against the barrister, his breathing uneven.

"Nain? You good?" Bilal ask grabbing him by his shoulders,

He nodded wincing in pain,

"I guess..listen you remember Bashir-" I cut him off,

"Yes I know, he is laying down there." I point downstairs, Hasnain casts a confused glance at me and Bilal and nods his head.

"Now main question is, what the hell are you doing here Hasnain?" I ask.

"Doesn't matter now, all the girls up and the basement has escaped. We need to get out of here with-" Nain panted clutching his arm,

"What happened to your arm?" Bilal asked.

"Grazed a bullet, nothing big." hasnain winced.

"Definitely, I can see." I mutter rolling my eyes.

"Alright let's get out of here." Bilal says helping nain down the stairs.

A low creak sounds upstairs and Hasnain stagger, turning behind him abruptly,

A look of realisation fell on Hasnain and he muttered and walked back upstairs, in a hurry forgetting about his wounds,

"How can I forget her?"

Her?

Me and Bilal share a look before he says he will be downstairs to make look Bashir's attack look more in our favour and I follow Hasnain upstairs, which was nothing but a small attic.

Hasnain pushed open the door, and stood rooted to his place. Curiously I peeked inside and frowned seeing a hunched up figure at the corner of the room.

"Who is there?" I asked loudly, making the hunched figure curl even more to itself.

"Listen... you can come outside, there is no danger now, no one is here to harm you." Hasnain said softly. I looked at nain raising an eyebrow, I haven't heard him talk like this at all. If this man even asks water in a restaurant, the waiter shivers on their spot.

He turned towards me and I conceal my shock expression, I point my head towards her and he gives me a look,

Looking back at the person hunched in a corner, which looked like a girl, quite terrified by the way she is shivering.

"Hey I told you we would escape from here right? Come on let's go." Hasnain calls out to her again.

This time she sobs shaking her head, "Look my friend here is no harm, I promise."

A small scratchy voice speaks quietly, "N-no."

Nain huffs a frustrated sigh, "What do you mean-" I punched his shoulder making him stagger back.

"She is already terrified, you idiot. Don't talk to her like that." I warn him.

He sighs harshly clutching his injured arm, "Then you do! We need to leave this place."

"Me?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Obviously Farhan, there is no other person beside you here." He sighs leaning against the wall.

"What would I say?" I wonder looking back at her.

"Oh god." Hasnain huffs, "Where is Bilal when needed? We both definitely don't make a good team."

"As if I enjoy your glitters and gold asshole." I grit.

I look back in the small attic when another sob sounds,

Heck, I really regret sending Bilal downstairs. How does he do this.

"Farhan we need to get out of here, and also need to do something real quick." Nain urges.

Realisation dawns on me and I nod my head when nain asks tilts his head for me to call her out,

Slowly entering the small room, I found the light switch and turned it on, standing in a distance from the girl I spoke softly than before,

"Hello?" I call her out,

The girl curled to herself, hugging her knees tightly, the dim lamp above her shone above her, making the sparkly dress hidden underneath an oversized jacket on her shimmer. Her hands on either side of her knees had quite a few bruises and scratches, seeing those somehow made me angry.

"It's okay, I am no harm-" My eyes fell on the gun in my hand and I tucked in my waistband along with the other gun quickly. I continued, "look I don't have anything to scare you now? Okay, you are safe." I tried to sound assuring.

Ever so slowly the girl lifted her head shivering, from her knees and eyed me still scared, tears filling her eyes and her face contorted with unmistakable bruises and tear streaks.

Wait did she understand me? By her face she doesn't look middle eastern, instead she looks more south Asian. Maybe, I couldn't be too sure.

"You might not trust us, but I promise you we won't hurt you." I tell her in a gentle tone, the one similar my brother used.

Lifting her head from her knees fully, the fragile looking girl, finally looked up at me, she sniffed lifting her face fully.

I pass her a encouraging nod before saying,

"My name is Farhan and he is Hasnain." I say pointing at me and then at nain leaning against the wall.

"We mean no harm, okay bachay?" When her eyes widened hearing the similarity in my words, It confirmed she was south Asian, familiar with urdu.

The girl nodded meekly, still not uttering a word.

"We will make sure you reach your home safely, to your family. alright?" I told her.

I expected her to nod and cry in relief but for some reason that made her sob even more, and not in relief.

"What happened? are you okay?" That didn't help stop her tears either. I have no idea what I am doing.

"Are you hurt?" Hasnain enquired, stepping inside.

She nodded a no, but still kept sobbing,

"Then what's the matter?" Hasnain snapped and I facepalmed myself. This isn't going anywhere.

When her sobs grew more, I turn around and snapped at him, "Hasnain" I warned, "Stay there, I am talking here."

Throwing his hands up in air in frustration he walked out,

"Listen bachay-" I stepped towards her, but she slid back, whimpering.

"Okay, okay." I stepped back.

The girl kept sobbing, I wanted to help her, and I was almost there, if only Hasnain that nutcase had not lost his calm.

"You don't want to be here, do you?" I ask her,

She lifted her head, nodding she wraps the jacket around her tightly.

"Then you don't have to be here, I will take you away from here." I tried again,

She opens her mouth wiping her tears, "Th-they said the same, b-but here I-I am."

How do I make her trust me?

What do now? Reaching for my pants pocket I found a small candy inside, which was mina's favourite. Wondering how it came here I was about to keep it back, when an idea came to my mind.

"You like this candy?" I asked sitting down on the floor, within a distance from her.

I internally cringed, who asks a sobbing, stranger, petrified girl that question? Me.

She looked at me confused, eyeing the candy in my hand.

Nonetheless I continued with whatever came in his mind.

"This was no still is my sister's favourite candy you know? When we were small she used to fight me with this candy, and sometimes she used to be on a whole new level of crazy to take it from me." At the mention of sister, her eyes perked up, and she started listening to me,

"There was this time, when she poured her water colours on my head when I was asleep just because I ate her last candy, who does that to her brother?" I chuckled reminiscing my sister's doing.

She wasn't sobbing right now, instead she was very intently listening to each of my words.

"Do you have a brother?" I ask her.

She looked down at her feet slowly shaking her head in a No.

"If I did, I wouldn't be here." She whispered, tears rolling down her face.

I glanced at Hasnain who was staring at her, the dim light in the attic, reflecting on the spark of water filling in his eyes. The type of tears a brother has after losing his sister.

"Then you got one now." I faced her again, "Me." I point at me, "Don't know about him, we surely don't like stone brothers." I point at nain.

She choked a small laugh while wiping away her tears.

"And your this brother assures you, you will never be here again. When you step out of here, this will be your past." I said firmly.

She nods, still crying softly.

I stood up from the floor dusting my pants.

"For now, lets get you out of here, alright?" She nods meekly standing along, the oversized jacket wrapped her tightly.

Nodding at Hasnain, I gestured him to walk forward and I guide the girl with me downstairs,we all exit from the back door, the one Yousuf asked us to come, because the police had already arrived on the front side of the club.

Spotting an empty old ice cream van parked at the corner of the street, I started walking along with Hasnain but stopped short when I heard only one set of footsteps.

Turning around I spotted her standing at the corner of the exit, eyeing the ice cream van weirdly.

"No...no don't worry, I assure you it's nothing what you think." I tried to sound assuring but I realise how bad does it sound.

"Alright, we won't go in there. We will stand here." I go back and stand near the exit. Hasnain huffs before staggering behind me.

She looked a bit relieved, and glanced at Hasnain who was leaning against the exit door, his hair matted over his forehead, his breathing heavy.

Seeing his condition I contacted Bilal and Yousuf and asked them to come here along with the worker of woman's organisation, which Hajra, Bilal's wife runs. Bilal had already contacted the organisation's manager, regarding the situation and she agreed to send help.

Few minutes later, Bilal, Yousuf and along with a volunteer walked towards us.

"What took you guys so long I was-" yousuf stopped talking when he spotted the girl cowering behind me.

"Who is she?" He asked making her cower.

"I will explain later we are leaving for the main house now, Bilal is this the worker Hajra send?" I asked looking at the lanky teenager wearing the organisation vest.

"Yes, I brought him from his group as you asked." Bilal nods.

"Great, Yousuf take nain with you, quick." I ordered, Yousuf ran to Hasnain and checked his wound before placing his arm on his own shoulder and helped him to the ice cream van, his secret set up.

I turn around to face her, only to find her crying again, "Hey, they don't mean any harm. None of them. This guy over here, he will take you to a safe place-"

"You said safe." She whimpers.

"Yes, he will take you safely to a um..organisation." I said glancing at the volunteer who was eyeing her from head to toe.

She clutched the jacket around her and glanced back at Hasnain who was injured, walking away with Yousuf, as if on instinct he looked over his shoulder to her.

Now looking at her in this streetlight, under that heavy makeup, she looked less than eighteen years old, almost of Mina's age. I couldn't fathom the idea of Mina facing any danger, and although this girl is a stranger, I have given her my word of being her brother.

I snap my fingers infront of the volunteer, "Run away we don't need you."

He glanced confusedly at Bilal but with one look of my face he nodded and ran away from the back street.

"I think we need Hajra here, bilal call her." I say turning back to Bilal, who was looking at me confused,

"I don't know what she might be doing right now, but I will try to contact." He said taking out his phone.

"You don't know what your wife is doing?" A voice asked emerging from the shadow,

"You fuc-" Bilal holds his phone to his chest. He glanced at the girl behind me before clearing his throat, "You nutter D." He corrected scrolling on his phone.

"I have many things to talk to you about D." I grit out glaring at that another nutcase.

He merely smirks, shrugging his shoulders before glancing at the girl behind me and walking away to the ice cream van.

"Also I am not her personal bodyguard or something to know her whereabouts every minute, she might be in her parlour or home I don't know." bilal called out to him, who merely laughed walking away.

"Whatever just call her already." I sigh, feeling her hiding behind me.

Wait. Her, I never asked her name.

I turn around as Bilal contacted his wife,

"What's your name bachay?"

She wiped the remaining of her tears before replying with a scratchy whisper,

"Irhaa."

Irhaa. Why does it sound familiar?

I was about to ask her from she had come when Bilal came forward, "Hajra is on her way to main house, pass me your keys, I will drive it here and then we will leave."

"Why? Ashamed of going in that hideous van?" I ask passing him my keys.

"Absolutely yes." He replies walking away with my keys.

I stand here in the back exit of a cheap, stinky bar, I wonder how my day went from reminiscing my old wounds to protecting a stranger.

This thing about helping others, I've always wondered how my brother had an heart so helpful and caring, but hearing the relieved cries of the girl behind me, who has trusted with the title of her brother,

I now know what kind of heart my brother had.

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A/N:-

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