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.
He was so close-just one signature away from becoming even more powerful, even more untouchable.
A smirk played on his lips as he let his thoughts drift to the past.
He remembered where he had started, how this all began.
Once, he had been a mere personal assistant, a simple man working under Rahim Jahangir.
Rahim had been a powerful businessman, a man of influence and integrity.
And despite Rahim's kindness-despite the respect and love he had always shown-Omar had never been satisfied.
He had never been content playing second fiddle to a man he secretly envied.
From the outside, he had played the role of the perfect, loyal PA, the trustworthy confidant, the caring right-hand man.
But inside, jealousy festered like an unrelenting fire, consuming every bit of his soul.
He had wanted Rahim's wealth, his power, his empire.
And so, he had woven a perfect plan, one that ensured Rahim Jahangir was discarded from his path forever.
His smirk widened as he recalled the calculated moves, the well-executed betrayal that had led him here.
The Baig Empire, the very foundation of his success, was never truly his.
It had belonged to Rahim, the man he had destroyed.
He had stolen everything from him, ripped his legacy apart, and molded it into his own.
But there was one person who knew the truth-his younger brother, Hassan Baig.
Hassan had always been different from him, a man of principles who could never stomach Omar's cruelty or his sinister ways.
Since the day he discovered the truth, Hassan had distanced himself, refusing to be a part of his brother's tainted empire.
He worked as a manager in another company, unwilling to stand beside a man who had built his success on betrayal and blood.
Omar exhaled, his smirk fading as he picked up his pen.
None of that mattered now.
His past had led him to this moment, and soon, with Asad Ahmed Khan's deal in his grasp, he would reach heights he had never even dreamed of.
The game was far from over.
It was only just beginning.
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Meanwhile, Asad and Mirhaan Jahangir arrived in India, their presence marked by an air of silent authority.
They were here for the deal with Omar Baig, but after their last encounter in London, everything had changed.
Mirhaan was still reeling from the revelation that his father's death had not been an accident but a cold-blooded murder orchestrated by someone he had trusted-his own PA.
The betrayal burned in his veins like poison, an undeniable rage consuming him from within.
The man his father had once thought of as loyal had backstabbed him, all for the sake of wealth and power.
And now, standing on Indian soil, Mirhaan had a gut-wrenching suspicion-was his mother's death also planned by the same person?
The thought made his fists clench, his jaw tightening as his mind spiraled with possibilities.
Every memory of his mother telling him about his father's 'accident' now seemed like a well-crafted lie, a deception meant to hide the monstrous truth.
And the man responsible for his family's destruction?
Omar Baig.
The very man they were about to meet.
Asad glanced at Mirhaan, reading his turmoil with ease.
He, too, had once been consumed by a similar rage, the kind that could either destroy a man or make him unstoppable.
But vengeance was a game best played with patience.
Asad knew that acting recklessly wouldn't be enough.
Omar needed to be destroyed methodically, stripped of everything he held dear, just as he had done to others.
A plan was already forming in Asad's mind.
A trap.
A way to bring Omar to his knees.
He placed a firm hand on Mirhaan's shoulder. "We'll get him. But we do this my way."
Mirhaan took a deep breath, nodding as he forced himself to rein in his fury.
He trusted Asad.
And together, they were going to dismantle Omar Baig piece by piece until there was nothing left of the empire he had stolen.
The hunt had begun.
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Asad and Mirhaan stepped into the grand entrance of Baig Empire, their expressions unreadable as they moved towards the reception.
Just then, Mirhaan collided with someone, causing a soft gasp to escape as the person stumbled back, landing on the floor.
Mirhaan blinked, looking down at a girl who was rubbing her elbows, her long hair covering most of her face.
She was dressed in a simple floral kurti paired with jeans, a soft scarf draped around her neck.
Without thinking, he extended his hand. "I'm so sorry, miss. Are you okay?"
The girl brushed her hair aside as she looked up at him, and for a moment, Mirhaan froze.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
There was an innocence in her eyes, a softness that made his heart stutter.
He had never seen anyone quite like her.
Afreen, who had come to deliver breakfast to her Bade Abbu before heading to college-an errand forced upon her by her Badi Ammi-hadn't expected to run into someone like this.
As she glanced up at the tall, handsome man offering her his hand, she felt a sudden warmth creep up her cheeks.
She hesitated, then slipped her hand into his.
Mirhaan snapped out of his daze at the warmth of her touch.
He helped her to her feet, and when she smiled, something inside him shifted.
Her smile was enchanting-bright, unguarded, and utterly mesmerizing.
"Thank you," Afreen said softly, adjusting her scarf.
"You're welcome. And again, I'm really sorry-I wasn't looking," Mirhaan replied.
She shook her head. "No problem. Aapne jaan-bujh ke nahi kiya. Main bhi jaldi mein thi."
("No problem. You didn't do it on purpose. I was in a hurry too.")
Mirhaan smiled at her kindness, something rare in his world. "Aap yahan kaam karti hain?"
("Do you work here?")
Afreen shook her head. "Nahi, main toh college mein hoon."
("No, I am in college.")
As Mirhaan nodded, his gaze fell on her ID card.
His eyes traced her name: Afreen.
Afreen. The name suited her.
But then his gaze moved further, his entire body going rigid.
Afreen Baig.
His expression darkened in an instant.
His blood boiled.
Baig.
Was she Omar Baig's daughter?
Just the thought made his fingers curl into fists.
His father's murderer's blood ran through her veins?
Afreen noticed the shift in his demeanor and took a step back, slightly intimidated by the sudden change in his expression.
Mirhaan took one last glance at her and coldly muttered, "Afreen Baig."
She blinked, confused. "Aapko kaise pata?"
( "How do you know?")
He pointed at her ID card.
"Ohh... ", she smiled at him
"Aap Mr. Baig ki-" His tone was harsh.
("Are you Mr. Baig's-")
"Beti hoon", Afreen completed his sentence.
("I am his daughter.")
That was all he needed to hear.
Without another word, Mirhaan turned and walked away, leaving Afreen staring after him, confused.
She had no idea that in his misunderstanding, he had already assumed the worst.
And now, fate had entangled them in a web that neither of them saw coming.
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