CHAPTER 40.1- BEFORE.

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6 YEARS AGO,

12 DECEMBER 2009.

DURRANI VILLA, IZMIR, TURKEY*

The soft echoes of festive music resonated around the walls of the Durrani villa, chatter, laughs and whispering noticeably pulsating in the air along with the sweet smell of fresh flowers with pleasing smell of henna.

The shy bride who was clad in an intricate tea pink lehenga,was waiting for a ring to be placed on her finger, she sat surrounded by her cousins who were constantly teasing her, making her blush,

"Oh god, you guys give her some space." Hearing an annoyed voice of Heer Durrani, everyone slowly dispersed away from the bride, delicately clutching her designer gown she stepped up on the stage with a priggish expression on her flawless face.

"She's not a honey and nor you all are bees, so stop buzzing around her, and go sit where guests are supposed to sit." Heer said eyeing everyone with a distaste.

"Heer," the bride tugged her hand as the girls went down from the stage everyone either with an embarrassed or annoyed look.

"What?" Heer retorted acting unaware of the situation,

"You didn't had to be rude." The bride sighed softly as heer adjusted her ghoongat on her head.

"I had to, you are my sister, I am supposed to be with you not them, they don't have any rights." Heer grumbled sitting beside her sister,

"Then sit here, no one is stopping you." The bride patted her hand.

Before heer could say any further, Their mother stepped on the stage along with the bride's to be mother in law aka her own khala [Aunt; Mom's sister]

To impress her, Heer put on a big smile on her face and stood up and greeted her khala, "Salam, Khala!" She hugged her.

Her khala patted her head and hugged her, "Walaikumaslam, guriya [Doll]"

Heer stepped away from the hug and feigned innocent look with a pout,

"Kiya khala, aapne toh aaj meri tareef hi ki, Aapko pata hai ye gown maine khud design kiya hai."

[ Aunty, you didn't even praise me today, look I am even wearing this gown which I have designed myself] she twirled her gown.

"Yes you are looking very pretty Heer, magar pehle mujhe aapne Aapni Hone-wali Pehli bahu toh dekhne do,"

[but first let me see my to be first daughter-in-law] Her khala smiled and tapping her chin.

The bride smiled softly as her khala hugged her lovingly and kissed on top of her head, "Dekho na Kitni piyari lag rahi meri Fanaa." [See how beautiful is my Fanaa looking] Khala gushed and Fanaa, the bride bowed her head down shyly.

Heer gave a tight lipped smile and nodded her head quite forcibly, her mother squeezed her shoulder in warning.

Holding fanaa's chin in awe, her khala whispered,

"Mere Fahad ki dulhan." [my Fahad's bride]

Her khala smiled and before she could say any more praise for Fanaa, noticing Heer's annoyed mood, their mother interjected,

"Yes ayeeza, but have a look at my heer, doesn't she looks like a princess? She even said that she will design a red outfit for Fanaa for her engagement, but I said no because you know Red doesn't suit on her." Their mother laughed and heer chuckled, Fanaa smiled half heartedly and looked down at her lap.

Aunt Ayeeza smiled and shook her head,

"Rango ka kya hai Safeena? Rang mai toh haar koi dhall jaate hai, Agar Heer wakayi mai uske behen ke liya koi Joda banwati, toh woh uske diye howe pyaar aur maan se Fanaa pe zaroor suit hota."

[There is nothing for colours Safeena, everyone falls in every colour, if heer would've really made an outfit for her sister, then by her given love and respect it would have definitely suited her] Aunt Ayeeza laughed softly and patted Heer and Fanaa's head.

"Okay, now leave all this, Heer," aunt ayeeza called her, and she looked at her instantly, "Go bring your laptop and connect skype to Pakistan, Amma said she would be awake to watch the ceremony."

"Right away Khala." Heer said and ran upstairs to her room.

"Mai zara Farhan ko toh bulaye tasveere khenchne, aajkal wohi uska naya camera gale mai dalke phirta rehta hai, pata nahi kaha hai ye ladka mai zara isse dekh aao"[ let me go see Farhan for taking photos, nowadays he roams everywhere with his new camera, let me just where is he.] Aunt ayeeza said and stepped down from the stage to look at her rebellious son,

Walking in the front garden of the Durrani Villa, Ayeeza found her younger son Farhan near a tree, who was constantly taking pictures of his eleven year old sister, mina and kept telling her to make some weird faces and she obliged with her brother, shaking her head ayeeza went towards them and called Farhan,

"What are you doing Farhan? And mina- what...climb down from that statue now." She scolded them.

Mina ran from there to her cousins group who were playing some games.

"And you, you have no work except taking weird pictures all day with Mina." ayeeza twisted Farhan's ear and while howling in pain, he looked left and right in alert and his cheeks turned red as he noticed the girls who were ogling him before were now giggling at him,

"Bhai ne camera kiya dila diya, tum toh hawa mai hi udh rahe ho, waise toh 20 ke hogaye ho Masha'Allah se magar akal aur harakte bilkul ek paanch saal ke bache ki tarah hai-" Farhan cut her off urgently [since when your brother has buyed you a camera, you are flying everywhere, you are almost 20 years old but behave like a 5 year old-]

"Mama, please at least don't beat if you can't scold me enough, I have a reputation here." Farhan shook his head and noticed the girls who were giggling at him turned around and started talking to themselves. "And this is not just a camera, it's Pentax k-x, the best and the latest camera which have-"

Ayeeza cut her off, "Does it takes good pictures?"

"Yes it does it has a 12MP ASC-S CMOS sensor which expands upto 12,800 isn't that cool? It also has-" Farhan started ranting excitedly but ayeeza cut him off again,

"Then come take pictures of everyone, why are you wasting your time here, you are here since we came..and did you meet your khala?" Ayeeza raised her eyebrow,

Farhan scratched the back of his head,

"I waved at her from here, if she didn't saw it isn't my fault." He shrugged.

"Farhan." Ayeeza sighed, "Acha, come inside and take pictures." Ayeeza grabbed Farhan's hand but he didn't move,

"You go, I am coming," his mama shook her head at him and went inside, Farhan looked at his left were the girls were looking at him who kept whispering and giggling among themselves, acting nonchalantly Farhan ran a hand through his thick hair and scratched the peachy fuzz of his jaw which was barely noticeable, and gave those girls a sly smile and walked away from there, almost tripping on his way, but the hero must walk on,

"Bhabhi!" Farhan greeted excitedly climbing the stage and walking towards Fanaa,

"Finally, today I could call you bhabhi, officially." Farhan pumped his fist in the air and Fanaa chuckled.

"Haa bhai Assalamualaikum, aap janab ko toh khala ki koi fikar hi nahi, na salaam na dua? Bas bhabhi ki tasveere?" Safeena khala feign angry [Oh hello mister, you really don't care about your aunt? You're just going to take your bhabhi's pictures today?] Fanaa's mom, and Farhan's khala rolled her eyes at him,

"Aare khala Walaikumaslam, mai bilkul theek aur aap toh hamesha hi theek rehti hai, aur sirf bhabhi hi kya aapki bhi ek se ek tasveere longa mai aapne ye camera se," Farhan said excitedly [ oh aunty hello, i am fine and you are fine always, and why only bhabhi? I will take amazing pictures of you too with my new camera]

"Farhan bhai, can I see your camera?" Haroon durrani, 14 year old brother of Fanaa and heer asked Farhan excitedly, Farhan looked at him with an sour expression and replied,

"No. and don't even look at it." Farhan warned before he started following him everywhere with an annoying smile, he annoyed Farhan to no extent, Farhan hated this kid's gut.

"Won't you take mine too?" Heer asked stepping on the stage with her laptop, and smiled extra sweetly at him.

Farhan feign a smile, "No I won't, so leave."

"Farhan!" his mother slapped his arm and he shrugged,

"Such a waste." Heer muttered.

Ayeeza started instructed Farhan to take pictures from every angle and he obliged,

Oh he was so going to tease his brother with them, while taking photos Haroon kept walking behind Farhan and always invaded in his face while taking photos, all along with obnoxious smile which just wanted Farhan to pummel him.

When Farhan went on the left side to take picture of Fanaa with Heer, Aunt Safeena immediately stopped him and asked him to wait for a minute, confused Farhan looked at his mom who was as confused as him, Aunt Safeena directed Heer a message with her eyes and she started adjusting Fanaa's ghoongat to her left side to hide the visible black birthmark on the left side of Fanaa's face, it started from a little up of her left temple and is more prominently bulged on her cheek and stretches right down till her jaw,

"Hmm, right here. Make sure the scar isn't visible in photos." Heer muttered moving away from her ghoongat, Fanaa's face visibly morphed to hurt, but she swallowed and looked straight resolving the hurt, as she always did.

Farhan was disgusted and showed no hesitation to show it to heer, and Ayeeza was visibly angry.

Before ayeeza could object safeena, Junaid, ayeeza's husband and Farhan's father stepped on the stage along with Fanaa and Heer's Dad Mr. Aswad Durrani, and greeted safeena and gave blessings to Fanaa, Heer as usual tried to impress him, and he gave her blessings too.

"If everyone is ready let's start the ceremony?" Junaid asked looking around,

"Of course, Bismillah kare." Aswad said happily standing beside safeena. [ you can start]

"Woh toh karlenge magar hamara dulha kaha hai bhai?" Ayeeza decided to be quiet and talk to safeena later, and concentrate on her kids big day.

"Zaroor koi case solve kar rahe honge Izmir se police sahab." Junaid sighed dramatically and everyone laughed,

"I will go look for him." Farhan said stepping down from the stage, to find his brother aka the groom.

Under the night sky, Sitting at the lawn chair far away from everyone, a young man with Slick black hair was on a call, no matter how far he was from his work he was always present for his duty. Scratching his beard on his chiseled jawline, he attentively listened to what the other person on the line who was detailing him on the recent case of burglary in a house of a well known politician,

His thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the fire lamps near the garden fence reflecting in his hazel eyes, which had a curious, inquisitive look with a small glint of scheming dancing in it.

"Take a statement from his wife." He said, the moment, the officer on the line, finished telling him the whole case,

"We already took, and she told that during the time of robbery she was asleep." The person on the other line answered.

He thought for a while, "What kind of cloth thread was find on the keys which you took as an evidence?"

"It was black, more likely shimmery soft kind of material? I am not sure of that, but the servants over there wears black gloves while working so it might be one of them. Because they might have known every position of every objects placed in a room. And one of the servant is missing from there, the couple blames him." Officer Rizwi, the officer on the other line, informed him.

He chuckled softly and smoothed the soft crinkles of his coat, "Arrest the wife."

"What?" The officer asked flabbergasted,

"A shimmery black thread, what is that? A rich silk, expensive. which only high class people wear as a nightwear, a servant's gloves could never be rich silk, because they work everytime and things could slip from them," He said all the while intrigued,

Farhan ran upto him, his broad back visible to him and was about to make a sly remark when without turning he raised a finger up motioning

'Quite'. Farhan didn't said anything and came and stood in front of him silently, his brother goes intensely professional.

"And about the wife, who would've known better than her of each and every position of her husband's things after two long years of marriage, she was pretty confident, I give that to her, but here she left a loop for us, she was scared and out of nervousness she fumbled with the sleeves of her rich silk nightwear and so the the thread on the key."

"Why are you so genius?" Officer Rizwi whistled impressed and shocked.

He just let out a hearty laugh and denied it, "Arrest her tonight, tomorrow she could be planning to run away."

"Right away sir! Have a great night, and congratulations for the engagement."

"Oh thank you." Fahad replied, and a realisation hit him,

Engagement. Oh right. He thought.

"Wow, keep it up Chief superintendent Fahad Siddque with second degree, could not forget a case but could definitely forget his engagement, tribute to this man everyone." Farhan clapped in the silent night.

"Don't be dramatic." Fahad rolled his eyes.

"You make it less dramatic then, what were you doing all the way far and alone in the garden?" Farhan asks folding his hands behind his back,

"First, Duty call. Second, network issue." Fahad counted getting up from the lawn chair,

"Yeah the network is pretty is bad in Antalya." Farhan agreed thoughtfully,

"Uhm is it? Because you couldn't call Hajra and make some clever ideas of pranking the lecturers?" Fahad chuckles,

Farhan stared at him blankly, "You know me too well for your own good."

He chuckled, "The experience with you." They both started walking towards the house, the cool winter breeze making both of their black hair flutter along.

"Leave it, let's go to your bride now and get you engaged." Farhan said as they crossed the garden,

"Hm, yeah let's do this." Fahad muttered looking down.

Farhan stopped walking with him and looked at him curiously,

"Is mister officer nervous?" Fahad looked up at him instantly and shook his head, the tips of his ears turning red, "Or worse...shy?"

Fahad smacked Farhan on the back of his head, "Shut up, let's go everyone is waiting."

Farhan smooth his hair down, effortlessly massaging the area where he smacked and walked along with him inside,

"Just because you are buff, you can't always use your power on weak." Farhan said pointing to Fahad's muscular arm to his skinny ones,

"Ok touch me not, now shut up." Fahad muttered walking inside with his brother,

As Fahad entered the Grand living room decorated beautifully with flowers and decorations, all eyes turned towards the handsome officer, who just walked towards the stage with head down watching his steps and avoiding everyone's gaze and with his brother smiling foolishly beside him,

Fahad was made seated beside Fanaa, who was equally shy and more flustered than him, Farhan smiled looking at them and clicked their photos, Heer just rolled her eyes as she thought that they both were just doing a little extra for an engagement.

Soon rings were brought forward to both of them, and Fahad's hands started to shake slightly but he pressed his hands together and took the ring from his mother, who gave him an encouraging nod, licking his dried lips he turned towards her not daring to look at her beautiful face, Fanaa was staring down at her lap, with a ring in his hand he just sat there awkwardly not knowing what to do, he looked at his mother and she instructed Fanaa to bring her hand forward, slowly Fanaa brought her hand forward and suppressing his shaking hands, Fahad grabbed her hand timidly and pressed her ring finger slightly, making her look at him, and when their eyes met he slid the ring on her finger,

Everyone clapped and the loudest was Farhan's who was really happy for his brother, when Haroon started to dive on his face again with his annoying smile, Farhan subtly pushed him down without anyone seeing it and kept clicking photos, Heer passed the ring to Fanaa which she grabbed nervously and waited for Fahad to extend his hand, without touching his hand Fanaa slid the ring in his finger nervously which didn't even reached his finger completely and she retrieved her hand quickly looking down, smiling slightly Fahad adjusted the ring in his hand, as everyone started congratulating and cheering for them, discreetly stealing glances, two shy hearts jolting in Euphoria of love.

"Did I misunderstood your hands shaking before exchanging rings officer?" Farhan teased his brother as they both exited the hall leaving the ladies gushing over the bride, and settled near a small seating with a fire lamp in the middle,

"Were not." Fahad denied subtly bringing his hands forward towards the lamp and rubbing together.

"Sure." Farhan mocked,

Fahad didn't said anything and pointed at someone coming behind Farhan and motioned him to stand up,

"Who?" Farhan whined,

"It's Humza Mamu, get up and greet." Fahad said in a low voice as they were approaching near,

"Bhaii!" He whined, Fahad gave him a warning look and saying,

"Uth ja warna Farhane meri hath ki khayega sab ke samne." [get up right now Farhane otherwise you will receive my slap infront of everyone] Fahad said and moved forward to greet his mamu and his mami,

Farhan moved forward after him and greeted them and started talking with their son Murat about his new camera, he got the chance and he isn't going to leave it.

"I've forgotten your gift back in the house beta, sorry for that, so keep this," Mamu humza said giving him a envelope of money.

Fahad immediately stopped him, "No no absolutely not mamu, you came here is a gift for me, no need of this."

"Beta accept it as a form of love from us" His mami Hira says sweetly,

"I just want your Dua'as that's it nothing more nothing less." Fahad says, pushing the envelope to them,

"You are always in our dua'a but if you don't accept this, I will think you do not like us-" his mami started but Fahad cut her off,

"Come on mami, now this is emotional blackmailing." He frowned playfully,

"If it is, then it is now take it," his mamu handed him the envelope and he reluctantly accepted it thanking him.

While his mamu was talking to Fahad, Farhan's gaze fell on the girl who seemed no older than fifteen years, who was standing beside her mother, his mami and didn't said anything. He found that weird, she was little on a chubby side, wearing pink glasses.

After mamu and family went inside to greet everyone else, Farhan noticed the girl still clinging to her mother like she was going to be lost.

"Bhai, I don't understand why were you denying the envelope? I mean come on it's cash." Farhan scoffed, "And you asked for dua instead you could've asked him a house."

"Oh shut up, I would not, I didn't wanted them to feel like a stranger by giving gifts, and family doesn't needs gifts for expressing love." Fahad says sitting down on the chair again,

"Always remember Farhane, nothing is more satisfactory than taking blessings from people's hearts, and taking a blessing is more powerful than any materialistic things."

Farhan nodded and said after a few minutes, "Wasn't that girl a little weird?" Farhan asks settling back in the chair.

"Who?" Fahad raised an eyebrow,

"The one clinging to mami." Farhan pointed out.

"Oh..she is their daughter, what was weird about it?" Fahad quirked an eyebrow observing Farhan,

"The way she didn't talked, is she good? I mean I have never noticed her nor talked, she seems weird." Farhan shrugged thinking of that weirdo,

"Maybe she isn't comfortable talking around you, it is not necessary that if a person doesn't talks they have some issues, they might just not want to." Fahad says shrugging,

"Still it's weird, I mean how will she be in future with that behaviour?" Farhan said cringing on the outcome,

"Now that's for you to know.." Fahad says looking around,

"Why?" Farhan asked bored,

"Weather you make comfortable enough for her to talk to you." Fahad completes with a grin, "You could try make her your friend, she's our cousin, we rarely meet, atleast say hi hello."

Farhan made a weird face, "I don't even know her name let alone why would I talk to her? and I have no intentions of making that weirdo my friend."

Fahad shrugged his shoulders, laughing at his reaction,

After laughing for another moment Fahad muttered, "Ayesha."

"Hm?" Farhan asked confused. "Ayesha?"

"Her name."

"Oh," Farhan looked at her through the glass windows from the lawn, who was still by her mother's side but was talking to Fanaa, and was making no efforts to talk to Heer.

"Weirdo."

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10 FEBRUARY 2011,

ISTANBUL, TURKEY*

"Congratulations, Hajra you finally trapped my boy, Plan successful." A twenty two year old Farhan says sitting beside on the sofa beside the bride,

The bride laughed and gave him a high five, "Of course, my goal is achieved."

"After four excruciating years of plan and efforts." Farhan played along.

"I give you a little credit here too, my boy." Hajra says, pointing at him,

"It's my honour, milady." Farhan bowed dramatically,

"It's really nice to know that you people talk like you don't see me. Thanks by the way." The groom, Bilal muttered sitting beside Hajra.

"And you didn't leave your dramatic ways to draw attention. Charming." Farhan replied sarcastically.

"Leave him be, it's his wedding Farhan." Fahad said stepping on the stage along with Bilal's elder brother Babar, who was a new prosecutor and great friend of Fahad.

"Absolutely not, and it's the perfect occasion of not leaving him." Farhan laughed,

Fahad handed a separate envelope to Hajra and Bilal as a gift to which they both tried to protest, and Fahad replied

"If you both won't take it, I will arrest you, and it will be quite a show."

Hajra sighed, "Well guess getting arrested it is."

"You know he wouldn't do that." Babar laughed,

"And even if he does, my brother will lead your case." Bilal gestures towards his brother,

"After all he is an criminal lawyer, sounds perfect." Farhan adds, and in return Hajra slapped his arm.

"Of course that's why I shot my shot." Hajra laughed and Fahad handed Bilal the envelope and sat beside him.

"You shot your shot everytime, and so you got married six months prior graduation." Farhan interjected,

"Farhan," hajra sighed dramatically, "If you are that jealous, then get married, no big deal."

"Uhm, yes he even got an alliance Hajra," Fahad added, his tone teasing.

Farhan shot him a 'don't' look, which he completely ignored.

"Oh really? Farhan." Babar chuckled, turning to Farhan.

"Tell us more Fahad bhai," Bilal urged to which Farhan glared at him,

"It's no one. It's your wedding concentrate on that." Farhan snapped

"Cant do now, Fahad bhai, the details." Hajra says excitedly,

"No bhai, don't you." Farhan warned,

"It's our cousin...and she is...Heer." Fahad says and Hajra looked at Farhan shocked who was busy glaring at his brother,

"Heer?" Hajra whispered distastefully, "Farhan are you serious?"

"Absolutely not! Bhai stop spreading rumours, yes her alliance came but I said a clear and loud NO." Farhan explained to her and Hajra relaxed, Fahad started laughing along with Babar,

"Damn, Farhan you are not feeling heartbreak now are you?" Bilal joked,

Farhan smiled sweetly, "No but Hajra will, if I broke your face on the first day of wedding." Fahad slapped his shoulder and Babar laughed with him.

"Leave all of this," Farhan said holding up his camera which was hanging on his neck, "Time to capture some memories."

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19 MARCH, 2011.

NEAR SEA SIDE, ISTANBUL, TURKEY*

"That's all you got, old man?" Fahad laughs breezily, jogging past Farhan,

"Oh, I am sparing you." Farhan pants heavily, running behind his brother.

The early spring morning was found inspiring by most of the people in Istanbul for a morning run around sea, including Fahad and Farhan.

Fahad had this idea of going out on a morning run with his brother, who was just an lazy bird, wanting nothing but extra dose of sleep on his bed.

"Can we atleast take a break?" Farhan says stopping near the benches near the shore.

"Already lost, loser?" Fahad asks jogging back,

"Just wanna give you a break." Farhan scoffs, wiping his sweat by lifting his t-shirt,

"Down the rocks?" Fahad asks pointing at the rock hill down the sea,

"Down the rocks," Farhan grins, already descending down the rocks, skilfully skipping down.

"I'll bring us some water," Fahad calls out, pointing at the small shop by the docks,

Farhan gave him a thumbs up, before hopping on the most of last few rocks near the sea,

Sitting down on the rock, he smiled happily, enjoying the salty breeze of the sea, his happy place.

"Choose the best seats huh?" Fahad asks, climbing down the rocks with two bottles of juice in his hands,

"The thrill of the sea." Farhan laughs taking the juice bottle from him,

"Amazing." Fahad says, opening the seal of his juice, looking ahead at the outline of the Bosphorus bridge.

"So.." Fahad says shoving Farhan's shoulder, "What's going on in your life, kardeşim?"

[brother]

Farhan pauses sipping his juice and raises an eyebrow, "Is this your way of spying on me for mom?"

Fahad laughs shaking his head, "No, mom did not asked me too, I wanted to know, you know..do the big brother duties."

Farhan nods, looking ahead at the crashing waves, "Suspicious enough, but you know I can't keep everything in me, I have to tell you everything."

Fahad nods gulping down the last sips of his juice, "Go ahead."

"So there is this...girl." Farhan starts grinning and Fahad raises an eyebrow,

"Girl?" He says slowly and then smacks the back of his head, "That's what is in your mind, you leech?"

"See," Farhan snaps his finger, "You might not be spying for mom, but you are a mom yourself."

"Well, if there is brother like you, I need to be a mom." Fahad says smacking him him again,

"Ouch! Stop it. People are staring!" Farhan whisper yells looking around, frantically.

"Or are those girls staring, huh?" He raises his hand to smack again, but Farhan grabs it and pats his arm smiling sweetly,

"Benim abicim, I was kidding, alright. There are no girls, I just wanted to see your mom mode activated." Farhan laughs patting his brother's arm. [My brother]

Fahad mocks his laughs and swats his hand away from his arm, he shook his head, a smile tugging on his face,

"Alright..but what's really going on?" Fahad asks after laughing,

Farhan sighs, tapping his empty juice bottle against his knee, "Nothing much, just confused about my internship offers."

Fahad stares at him for a while, "You want that Ankara internship, don't you?"

Farhan nods looking down, "I do, but.."

"But?" Fahad raises an eyebrow, "If you want it then why is there a but?"

"I really liked the offer, yes. But the thing is, I don't want to leave." Farhan admits,

"So that's the problem," Fahad nods, "You don't want this city, you don't want to leave your family, am I right?"

"Yes," Farhan agrees, "It might be a good offer but I am not willing to leave my family, and this city," he gestures at the sea in front of them, "This city is my heart."

"Look Farhan," his brother starts, "In life, we don't always get what we want, sometimes to achieve something, you need to leave something behind, you cannot take everything with you. It might be upsetting, yes. But to move forward in life, to follow your dreams, you need to take that step."

"Why does it have to be like that?" Farhan shakes his head, "Why can't we have everything we want together?"

"And that's what we call, life." Fahad chuckles, "You will understand one day what I am trying to say."

"So what I am saying," he pats Farhan's shoulder, "Take that offer, make your own start up, start your career, your family is with you, they are not going anywhere, this city is not going anywhere. Many years later, when you will come back here as a rich business man, this city will still have your heart."

Farhan's nods determinedly, "I will think about it."

"Good," Fahad chuckles looking behind at the rocks, "What say, another round?"

"Oh come on, I thought it was over." Farhan whines, getting up and following behind his brother to climb up the rock hill,

"Winner gets free breakfast." Fahad says skill fully climbing up the rocks,

"You know, I am broke, you are going to pay anyway." Farhan scoffs, reaching up near the benches,

"Well," fahad says throwing away their empty bottles in a bin, "Imagine the thrill of being broke but still being a winner."

Farhan raises an eyebrow, "You know what?" He stretches his leg, "I got that energy, that juice was next level, I am going to beat you, and that free breakfast."

"Alright, loser." Fahad says already jogging ahead of him, "By the way, mom so did asked me to spy on you."

Farhan stared at him in shock, and ran behind him with a new found determination.

Both the brother's ran along the sea, their laughs echoing around, blending around the pleasant spring morning.

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Leaning back in his leather chair, he removed his police cap and settled it on his desk, there was a knock on his door to which he replied and let the person in, officer Rizwi brought in some case files ordered by him,

Thanking him he gave him permission to leave and opened the files,

The latest case of kidnapping of young kids from orphanage, since they were orphans and had no families to return to, the officer who was designated for this case decided to give it up and also because the kidnapper suspect was Emir Gerdezi, he was not wanted, but is becoming since last few months as the number of kidnapping and other heinous crimes under his suspected areas kept increasing, so deciding to have a look at the files, Fahad decided to lead this case on and gave other cases to another officer,

Superintendent Fahad Siddque won't let any injustice happen under his authority, with his curious mind and scheming gaze he oaths to serve justice.

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10 MAY, 2011.

SOMEWHERE NEAR ISTANBUL CITY.

"Door G2, aim secured."

"Basement windows, aim secured."

"First floor balcony, aim secured."

"Great. on the count of three..." Fahad said listening to his team mates and aimed his gun directly on the front door.

"One. Go." He shot the door the first, and rest of his team started aiming their designated spots making the guards on the posts alert, the rest of the team hidden in bushes and other hiding spots started shooting making the guards fall one by one.

Breaking the door lock, Fahad stepped inside and started fighting with the people who approached him, a shot and a kick was his drill, Seeing a man hiding in the corner aiming at babar who was untying the children, Fahad sneaked behind him and twisted his arm before knocking him down at his head with his gun,

Sensing a presence behind him Fahad grabbed the person's arm without turning and twisted it until the man started grunting and a sick cracking sound was heard, checking once again at the top floor he gave his team a clear signal and they started taking the kidnappers in the police jeeps and gathered all the kids at one place safely near an ambulance to check the injured,

After the kids were checked and aided and the kidnappers gone to the station with rest of his team, Babar passed him a notepad with a paper of legal record to fill in which will be for police records and for the organisation these kids will be send to import them to their family if found or to stay there, Fahad called a small boy and started asking about him sensing his fear and uncertainty he said,

"Relax, kiddo you are safe now okay? All the bad guys are gone, now nothing will harm you alright?" He told softly and handed him a candy which brought a small toothy grin on his face.

He started writing his information on the record paper and continued with the rest of the childrens, his grip on the pen started to tighten and blood started to boil after writing each and every child's record, some where from turkey, africa, yemen, and even from small villages near turkey, all ranging from ages of six to fifteen, even four.

Emir was going to pay a big time. Fahad's determined as he looked at all of the children who was done interrogating and was made sit in a van with police officers to make them reach safely to the organisation.

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Knocking on the door to the cabin of Chief superintendent First degree, the highest ranked officer of their station, Fahad entered inside and greeted him with a salute and stood stiffly, Eyes ahead and determined and face void of any emotion.

"Evening sir." Fahad greeted stiffly.

"Evening officer." Chief karim greeted back with a less stiff tone.

"Heard about yesterday's mission, I was really proud of your dedication to your job, and your leadership. we need more officers like you." Chief complimented,

"Thank you, sir." Fahad said stiffly.

"If you keep doing exceptional missions like this, in no time there would be three stars on your shoulder." Chief laughed softly and a small smile, barely noticeable, broke on Fahad's face.

"Keep up with your good work, your service will bring peace to this city."

Hopefully. He thought.

Giving him a last salute Fahad exited his cabin and came back to his own, he sat on his chair and started laying out his plans for the next mission, next destruction of crime.

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Young Farhan ☝🏻 not clear but meh you get the vibe

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