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

"Who is it?" Shehryaar groaned, as he got a call from someone which broke his deep slumber.

"Boss"

"Yes?"

"Irtaza sir... he has gone out somewhere at this hour of night. He looked in a hurry"

"Ok" he simply replied and cut the call. And then he called Moosa informing him of the situation and then went to pick up Moosa. As they both met, Moosa had already opened up his laptop, locating Irtaza's location by his tracker. The day Irtaza came back, Shehryaar had asked him to get a tracker which he did.

"Left from the first turn. He is going towards The Ravi" Moosa told and Shehryaar increased the speed of his car. There men were alreadly following them in parados. 

The night was dark but something about it made it look more darker to Shehryaar. He just hoped Irtaza would be fine. The day he had gotten the news about Zahra's abduction, he was so vulnerable. Irtaza was expressive but at times and those were the rarest of times. It was not easy to bring out what he feels inside him so easily. His vulnerable self was unlocked when he's broken beyond repair. But Shehryaar, he was different. It doesn't matter to him what has happened he would never loose control on himself. Never.

And seeing him that vulnerable was worrying him because he had a vague idea, Irtaza won't be thinking anything straight with that state of mind. He would have definitely acted on impulse, without giving a second thougt to his choice. 

"What do you think, what could have possibly happened?" he asked Moosa.

"Evident. Khurram has called him"

"But under what circumstances he had asked him to come over there?" he asked, despite knowing the answers.

"To get Zahra"

"And then shoot him" Shehryaar completed

"Most probably" Moosa replied, keeping an eye on the tracker. It has stopped.

"Hurry Shehryaar. His tracker has stopped. He might have reached there"

Shehryaar increased the speed, running the car on the road like a bull who has seen a red color.

After five minutes or so, they reached the location. All the men hurriedly got of there vehicles and followed there orders. As soon as they got near the bleak warehouse, they heard a shot.

Shehryaar ordered the men with the flick of his finger to take there positions. And soon another shot was heard. He moved forward, the scene now clear to his eyes. Irtaza was shot in his back and Zahra was standing there, infront him, frozen.

He noticed the source of bullet and saw a group of men coming out of the building with guns in their hand. He was about to shoot another bullet when Shehryaar's hand moved quickly and he shot him straight in his forehead.

"ATTACK!" Moosa screamed and with that the bullets was released from the holes and there was a clash. A mayhem. A chaos. The whole placed filled with the harsh sounds of bullets.

Moosa moved quickly and amidst the rain of bullets he successfully got Irtaza and Zahra out of the the battlefield while Shehryaar guarded them. His gun was off before anyone even tried to target his brother, shooting the attacker.

Placing him in the car, Shehryaar checked his pulse while Zahra stood beside him, anxious.

He checked again. And again. And again. Somtimes his wrist, sometimes his throat but he couldn't feel any pulse. In that very moment, the world has stopped for him. He couldn't hear anything but the fast beating of his heart. The loud sounds of the bullets seemed so far to him. So far.

"Moosa, I'm taking him hospital" he said, looking towards the lifeless body of his brother. "Dont come back without bringing Khurram's head" he snapped his head towards Moosa. His eyes filled with pain and anguish.

"I promise. Now go. I'll handle it over here" he answered, his eyes looking at his grey ones with determination.

"Zahra, get into the car!" he barked amongst the loud sounds of firing bullets and she got inside, placing his head on her lap as he fastly dorve towards the hospital.

...............

Cries

Weeps

Sobs

The air was filled with them. Apparently, the atomsphere rung with voices but to her there was just silence. A dark silence looming everywhere. The vibrant colors of haveli was lost. The sky was grey and so was the insides of the haveli.

Grey.

The haveli members wore white, there heart mourning on the loss of his death. While she just observed everyone sitting around. 

She was lifeless. Her heart was dead. Her emotions were locked. She was just numb.

She wasn't feeling any pain. 

These were the same vibes she had got when her father had left the world.

Her pain depicted her numbness. She sat there, expressionless. 

It worried her, why she wasn't crying, why she couldn't feel anything inside her? Why she was so numb?

Suddenly, the crying increased and the sobs turned into scream in the dark haveli as his dead body was brought there. 

"IRTAZA BHAI! IRTAZA BHAII!!" Dua clung to his body but she just kept sitting there, drinking in the whole scene.

"WAKE HIM UP! PLEASE WAKE HIM UP!" Dua cried, begging everyone to somehow wake him up.

Her wails broke her numbness slightly and she felt an utter desire to look him. Look him for the last time. As everybody told her.

She stood up and walked towards his lifeless body. People made way for her when they saw her coming.

She reached there. Her eyes stared at him.

His eyes closed.

His body wrapped in a shroud.

He wasn't breathing.

He wasn't talking.

He wasn't opening his eyes.

He wasn't moving.

He was just lying there. All lifeless and dead. She knelt down and her fingers caressed his cheeks. Traced his eye brow. She looked at him lovingly, for the last time.

Suddenly, the world stilled. The sobs ceased. The wails stop. The cries came to an end.