Chapter 47: Open Your Mouth

Sitting in his office, his eyes were analyzing a document sent by one of his colleagues. He

narrowed his gaze as he focused his grey eyes on a specific piece of information, when his

thick lashes lowered and his attention was drawn to a call. He picked it up and raised his

cell phone to his ear.

It was a BlackBerry, specified for urgent calls or any high-profile detail related to the

underworld.

"Ali Ahmed-194 reporting from cc dept."

"Say," he prompted.

"The FBI is after you, sir."

"Confirmed?"

"Yes, sir. They're trying to locate the spy they sent to you who went missing."

"Male or female?"

"No info known regarding that. They want to dig into the information on your other

businesses under this company’s name."

"Fine. Who is heading this mission?"

"It was the minister who was killed by Shigri. The agency has now assigned this task to a

person unknown."

"So this mission has been ongoing for a while," he remarked with a slight smirk.

"Yes, sir. And since that boy Rafay went missing, followed by the police officer, they’re

joining the links and gathering enough evidence to put you behind bars. Soon they’ll try to

sabotage you, too."

"Okay. I’ll look into that," he said, hanging up, his face as stoic as before. No sign of anxiety

appeared on his face, and his attention returned to the document he had been reading.

Once he was done, he received a call from Irtaza, his elder brother.

"Hello," Irtaza spoke from the other side.

"Hello, brother."

"Aren't you coming to my wedding?"

"How can I miss that?"

"It better be that way."

"You're still marrying Zahra despite what she did?"

"Love is not in my control."

"Foolish is love, and more foolish are lovers."

In response, he received a chuckle.

"I'm aware of your theories."

"You should believe them too."

"Someday, maybe."

"The FBI is after my company."

"I just received this news. What's the plan?"

"I’ll tell you when we meet. For now," he checked the clock as he continued speaking, "I'm

waiting for my special someone."

"Best of luck to her," he chuckled, and after talking a bit more, they ended the call.

It was now 6, and she still hadn't come to his office, so he picked up the intercom and

connected to the phone in her room, but there was no answer.

That made him frown.

He walked to her office only to find it empty.

A frown creased his brows. She had left the office without his permission, and the thought

alone fueled his rage.

......

"I'm late, Hannan. I'm late! He asked me to come to his office at 6."

She felt her heart thumping.

"I'm going," she dashed out of the cafe without waiting for him. He paid the bill and rushed

after her, noticing she was now trying to cross the road in a hurry. He quickly approached

her.

"Are you mad?!" he exclaimed, as a car was about to hit her.

"Hannan, I've to go," she said hysterically, looking left and right, waiting for the cars to stop

or give her some space.

"Hold my hand. I'll help you cross the road," he offered his hand, and she looked at him, then

at his hand, before placing hers in his as he helped her cross. The sky was already blue,

indicating the sun was down.

She reached the building and sprinted across the corridor, entered the lift, and violently

struck the buttons.

Her legs were slightly shivering.

"Relax, he won't do anything. Relax," he tried to calm her, but she kept looking at the time

on her phone and then at the door of the lift.

"Please be quick," she muttered under her breath as the doors opened. She shot towards her

office, barely saying goodbye to Hannan.

She tried to calm herself by drinking water and pacing back and forth for a few moments. It

was already 6:30, and her nerves were far from steady. She was so tense.

Sweat beads had already formed on her forehead. Taking a deep breath, she gathered every

ounce of courage in her and walked toward his office. She knew that if she delayed further,

he would become even angrier. On her way, she grabbed the timetable Hamna had given

her, hoping it might save her, at least for a while, by showing she had been working.

She knocked on the door before entering and found him already looking at her with piercing

eyes, a pen swirling between his fingers.

"You were calling... sir."

"Close the door and come forward," he demanded, making all the life rush out of her legs.

She swallowed before closing the door and moving toward his desk, her heart in her mouth.

Her eyes tried to gauge any emotion on his face to deduce if he was angry, but his

expression was blank, void of any emotion. So were his eyes, plainly staring at her. With

that pen swirling between his fingers, he kept staring as she approached his desk and stood

in front of it.

"I'm sorry. I'm late. I wa-"

"Not there. Come here, next to me."

She began to shake, but noticing his intense stare, she forced her legs to move and came

closer to him.

"Where have you been?" he asked, turning his gaze toward her as she now stood beside his

chair.

"I-I," she quickly forwarded the timetable to him, "I wasn’t paying attention to the time."

Her voice steadied as she skillfully tried to hide the wavering, and it worked. She knew if

her voice betrayed her nerves, it would be over for her. She had to control herself or he

would catch her lie. "And also, I was working on your time ta-ta-table," she slightly stuttered

at the end as he adjusted himself in the chair.

"Show," he commanded, and she forwarded the file to him, pointing with his eyes for her to

place it on the table. As she followed his command, he retrieved a cigarette from the box in

one of his drawers and lit it.

His vacant eyes watched as the other end burned enough before he put away the lighter and

placed the cigarette between his lips.

She gulped hard, noticing the dangerous aura emanating from him. He radiated danger,

especially with his eyes and the stare he had been giving her. Her limbs shivered, and

without realizing it, she took a step back.

He stood up to his full height, and when he did, her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes,

which had been connected to his, moved downward to the floor when his black shoe came

into view.

"Open your mouth," he said lowly, and out of surprise, she looked back up at him.

"Huh?"

"Open your mouth," he repeated, his eyes darkening as a puff of smoke blew from his lips.