Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

The dimly lit warehouse in London reeked of blood and fear.

The air was thick with tension as a group of men stood in a tight circle, their expressions cold and unrelenting.

In the center of it all lay a man, bound and broken, his body bruised and bleeding.

His heavy breathing and muffled whimpers were the only sounds echoing in the vast, eerie space.

Standing tall in front of the battered man was Asad Ahmed Khan, exuding an aura of power and dominance.

His sharp gaze held no mercy, yet there was a calculated patience in his demeanor.

Beside him, his most trusted right-hand man, Mirhaan Jahangir, stood like a predator waiting to pounce.

The hostage trembled not just from his injuries but from the burning intensity in Mirhaan's eyes, an anger so fierce that it sent shivers down his spine.

Asad clicked his tongue, breaking the silence. "Enough, Mirhaan. Aur kitna ghuroge usse? Bechara aise hi marr jaayega."

("Enough, Mirhaan. How much more will you stare at him? Poor guy will die just like that.")

Mirhaan exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a brief moment to rein in his fury. "Sorry, boss. Can't help it."

Asad let out a dry chuckle. "Don't be. I understand."

He glanced down at the man lying helplessly on the floor before turning back to Mirhaan. "Since he is your prey, decide whatever you want to do."

Mirhaan hesitated, his jaw tightening. "Lekin boss, main kaise-"

("But boss, how can I-")

"Come on, Mirhaan," Asad interrupted smoothly, his voice laced with both authority and reassurance. "You've been working for me for over ten years and you know me since college days. I know your capability. The fire of rage and revenge burning inside you isn't going to die down so easily. This man..." he nudged the hostage slightly with his foot, causing him to groan in pain, "is your first target. He might just be the key to finding out who killed your Ammi and Abbu."

Mirhaan's fists clenched at the mention of his parents.

His eyes darkened with an emotion far more lethal than mere rage.

He nodded stiffly, his decision made.

Asad smirked in satisfaction and patted his shoulder. "Good. I'll leave you to it. Do what you must."

With that, Asad turned on his heel and strode out of the warehouse, leaving Mirhaan alone with his trembling prey.

The man on the floor whimpered, knowing that the real nightmare was just about to begin.

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Omar Baig sat in his lavish office, the dim glow of his desk lamp casting elongated shadows across the room.

The large window behind him overlooked the city skyline, a testament to his power and wealth.

He leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of his desk.

The contract in front of him bore the name Asad Ahmed Khan, a man with whom he was about to strike a deal that would catapult him into a new realm of riches.