Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

"That's weird"

"Agreed"

"Literally. But I don't feel anything. That's way too much weird"

"Yeah it is"

"Yes what?"

"Yeah Dua. You're right"

"HASEEB ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING ME?" she roared suddenly causing him to stop the song which he was listening and took off his ear buds.

"Why you screaming? I was agreeing all the way with you."

"I was telling you something and you ain't even listening that?"

"I told ya, you're right."

"Listen to me, first" Dua scolded and then again placed her ankle on her knee. "Look, I've a tracker installed in there. Isn't this weird?" she said, analysing her ankle, looking at it closely.

"Yes. It is"

"There's a micro chip in there. And I don't even feel it" her eyes stilled on her ankle as if it was the most mesmerizing thing ever.

"Yes"

"I wonder why that tracker doesn't bother me"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes"

She looked up again and found his eyes closed and him vibing with the music instead of listening her. She hated it whenever someone didn't pay heed to what she was saying.

An idea popped in her mind and she turned on the voice recorder of her phone and then turned her eyes down again to her ankle pretending that she hadn't caught him.

"Haseeb you're ugly"

"Yes, I agree"

"Haseeb you are weird"

"Hundred percent"

"Haseeb you smell so bad. Do you agree?"

"You're right, Dua"

"Haseeb, do you agree I'm the best?"

"Yeah, agreed"

"Haseeb, am I the prettiest?"

"Agreed"

"Haseeb, I'm absloutely more intelligent than you. Right?"

'Yes'

"No!"

"What?" her head snapped back and now his earbuds were off of him.

"You back now, dumb?"

"You dumb"

"No, you!"

"You!"

"You!" she snapped back.

"You are the dumbest!"

"You!"

"Call me dumb again and I'll tell Shehryaar bhai" he blackmailed with a smirk on his face.

"Haha. He is in Karachi. Not in the haveli"

"He is here. Don't you know?"

"No. When did he come back?"

"Just half an hour ago, I guess."

"Oh shit! Why didn't you tell me before. I've to go meet him"

"Ok, go. Imma sitting here, enjoying my music"

"Yeah" she said in a bored tone, leaving the room. 

She had been waiting to meet him since so long. Most of the time, he was in Lahore, handling his business there or whenever he came to haveli, it was just for a day or two. There were so many things which she wanted to discuss with him.

Moving towards his office, she moved past Irtaza's office and reached his. As she placed her hand on the knob of dooe, a loud sound from inside reached her ears.

"Answer the damn question!" his dominant interrigative tone bellowed.

A frown etched on her face.

"Yes...yes I did" a stutter replied.

Dua immediately recognize the voice. It was Zahra.

"When?"

Through his voice, it was evident to her, he is pissed.

"Today at noon"

"For more than three minutes?"

"Yes"

After a moment of silence, Zahra asked again.

"What happened?"

"Irtaza is kidnapped"

The door suddenly snapped open and Dua barged in.

"What?!" she shrieked.

As soon as Shehryaar's eyes met his sister, his jaw clenched. He was pissed, more than pissed. He didn't want Dua to know about anything or any other haveli member about it yet.

"Were you listening to us?" he asked, his tone formidable which even caused a shiver down her sister's spine. She was aware of his serious and dominating self.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it next time" she apologised with the perfect excuse to slip away from situation. Her sorries were always listened by him. And she was in no mood to listen to his scoldings yet, which would always end her up, crying.

"There shouldn't be a next time. I warn"

"Ok. What happened to Irtaza bhai?"

"Abducted"

"But how's that possible?" Zahra questioned. Her tone laced with concern.

"They located his position through the call. It was for more than three minutes. At first place, he shouldn't have picked up any call but he picked up yours and that too for more than 3 minutes. The time was enough to provide them his location"

"Them?"

"The terrorist group"

"Bhai now what would happen, how would Irtaza bhai would come back"

"Not only Irtaza but Moosa is there too.I'll think about it. Call everyone to the lounge. This issue needs to be addressed"

"Ok" she nodded.

"Leave" he said and they both left the room. He went back to his table and sat on his chair. He  was tensed. Utterly tensed.

He already had sent teams in his search but findinh him was hard. There were two options, either they will kill him or they will kill him. Death was now his brother's ultimate fate and that too from his enemy's hand. He knew about there barbaraic attitudes. He was sure, sooner or later, he will be getting the news of his death, he had to find him before they can do anything to him.

Giving an overview to situation, he was sure someone else than Moosa, Irtaza and him also knew about the plan but he was clueless who. It was evident, if the camp numbers where the dealings were going to ocur were not know, those people would have never caught Irtaza and Moosa. No matter the sim got activated or not, it would have taken alot of time for them to reach that exact location but as if they were hiding behind the bushes only waiting for his number to get activated.

He couldn't help but think that Zahra might be the traitor. But she was his brother's wife yet again, nothing could be ignored. He never trusted anyone, neither ignored the details of the situation. Every single person was always in his radar.