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ut w

ut this project,

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for a few seconds, his

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know that by now.' I slappe

nd good at learning, I would've

you mean a bullet in

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coming back to haunt you and shoot you m

ll be coming after yo

h Shahzeb. It gave us two to catch up on many

k, his face becoming serious all of a sudden. 'About

are good for business. You should definitely go for it.' I advised. He l

ha

his head.

ething to say then

ay from me. 'What are you doing her

onfusion. 'Wha

th us? Me and Shehryaar that is? Didn't yo

response. "My loyalties lie with you guys. And besides, I h

t him in anticipation. 'Leave when you have a chan

up into a sitting position. He real

mber Shahzeb? He thought and took his wrist watch from the side table. Up

identical copy of Shehryaar, with his sharp features and dark hardened expression; the only difference was h

murdered in cold blood by Azhar Ghulari, Shahzeb's older half brother. Zameer would never forget that day. It was the worst and most tragic d

the woman that he always wanted. He would never understand Shehryaar th

ix months since he was posted to the northern front of the Sikhai. And thinking about what had happen

nce it was Shehryaar who was controlling the situation. But

eer. You need to

had said that to him yesterday. And all that Zamee

o the Tyrannical Ghulari family. And thinking about his past, his background. Things might've turned out for the better for

have a sa

at Shehryaar had said to him before he made A

e streets of Khaaspur. One of the memories he had from his childhood was the hardship he and his mother faced when they were exiled. His mother tried to get a job but wouldn't last long because of her illness. His mother was a good kind woman. She raised Zameer with love and care and tried her best to provide for him but she died in a year's time. Zameer still remembered that he watched his mother take her final breaths in front of him, her weak and frail body s

ed that he was in need of a haircut. Getting up, he went to the bathroom and cleaned up. He looked at himself in the mirror; deep dark eyes, a stubb

developed part of the whole region. And Zameer wasn't happy about it since it was so

the look on Anissa's face, the horror in her teary eyes as she was forced to pull the trigger. Zameer was certain that he was about to die. And he did

ood graces. He betrayed his Saeen and he thought that he would pay with his death. But he didn't. He was alive. Shehryaar spared him. But Zameer knew what he had lost. He had lost his brother's trust. He lost Shehryaa

e took it as a challenge. All he wanted now was to try and win back Shehryaar's trust one way or another. So he worked so hard. Day and night. But it wasn't working. Shehryaar didn't acknowledge anything and Zameer understood. It would

ouldn't believe that Shehryaar personally called him back. And he was tasked with somet

d no idea what happened to Anissa. And in his heart, he had a feeling that something had happened to her But Zameer didn't ask questions. He did his job right. The escorting and remaining as the

up. For the past three weeks he

rders and instructions to his aids back in the north. Work was slow and Zameer was starting to

cept that he just wanted to go home and call it day but then this whole escorting business would turn up and in his opinion, Zameer would think

. Sadia's office and waited inside. When Dr. Sadia came inside for her te

in a low breathless voice, her eyes downcast and her right hand g

otone. "But I apologize if I might've start

notice and he had to admit that the rosy color on her cheeks did her great justice and increased her beauty more. She was indeed a lovely girl, with her modest dressing of a scarf graciously coverin

at his wrist watch. "Alri

to sit. Zameer sat on one of the sofas by the wall as he observed Sadia. She was small woman, maybe five feet six inches, a contrast height compared to his

ea as if the mere presence of Zameer scared her out of her wits. And it was true Zameer could easily see that she was intimidated by him. And that was because he made sure to

ght of the first day that they had

with himself, he was never impulsive but one look at the young lady, whom he had been studying superficially in a file a few days prior had left him awestruck. She was a real beauty. Maybe that was what got to him and Zameer was always weak in front of a beautiful woman. However, the look of innocence in her warm brown eyes was enough to make him

essed with her portfolio. She possessed a high IQ of +130 then it's not difficult to do what she did but Zameer did wonder how did she build such a reputation for herself? Considering her personality, Sadia had no confidence whatsoever. And she always stuttered. Zameer didn't like that. Apart from the one moment of impulsiveness that she had shown towards him when she felt thre

Zameer's iron mask to slip

thought. Why does she need a p

ed within time. They were on thei

or. She was gazing out the window. From the way her eyes were observing the world outside had Zameer intrigued. Mostly, people ten

at the boy, he was reminded of the days when he used to beg on the streets with a hungry stomach and no one would bother to spare him any food or money. For Zameer, that was the worst feeling. He never wanted to feel that way again and he couldn't bare it if he saw someone suffering from the same fate th

irst; he was hearing her use a high pitch voice for the first time. But what surprised him more was what he saw next

deduced that she must been the same, with her fine designer clothes and expensive LV bags so he was quick to judge. He couldn't help himself, his past had taught him that the rich and powerful never cared for the poor. His own past experi

of surprises, in certain p

rror for a fraction of a second. Zameer couldn't help but widen his eyes with bewilderment. The only time she had met his gaze was when they first met and after

ut let a low amused ch

saw the huge building that was their destination and he realized the predi

o look at Anissa? He wanted these questions badly answered. He feared the worst but he refused to think too much of it. And unfortunately, he no longer had the right to

Dr. Sadia to Shehryaar's office. Afte

any material that she could've made in regards to Anissa's case. It was mostly for himself as well, he desperately wanted to know how Anissa was but unfortunately

lt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He too

t i

few minutes." He turned to Sadia. "M

osed the door behind him. Shehryaar was sitting behind his desk. Zameer didn't see

see me, Saeen

le expression and his eyes staring coldly at Zameer.

presented me with a full detailed

he inconvenience. I'll be sure to have a full report on your table by tomorrow morning." Zameer spoke so formally. He had never spoken so formally wi

ze and stood with his hands locked behind his back. "I didn't expect this much tardine

, Sa

hryaar broke the silence after a few poignant secon

row ev

good." He said and waved h

his head a li

were on the road as well on the rear mirr

yaar also trusted his reports.and whatever Zameer wanted to find he would find it by any means but he just couldn't seem to find anything on Sadia's family.

going so far as to hack into The regional registry but he co

o when he needed to find out about Anissa Ghalib for Shahzeb. So if there was one person wh

ea

ong time, Waqa

urprised to receive this call f

hat, I have a

I'm pretty bu

d and he knew that the man would believe him; he

ink I can mak

thorough report on Dr. Sadia Rehman, Psychiatr