Chapter 87: Who?

Who?

Who was it?

Who was doing it all behind his back?

He frowned. There was a mole, who was giving the inside information to his enemies.

Who...

After all the work, he at last got some time to sit and think about everything, carefully and

precisely. There was a load of work on his shoulders since the past few days, and he had to

catch up with all the things. With mafia and with the business, both. He couldn't get time in

his busy schedule to analyze all the occurrences around him. He was also thinking about the

recent incidents happening in the haveli, the secret which Dua was hiding. He knew she was

seeing someone behind their backs. Besides, the regular work, he was keeping an eye on the

FBI who had been following the Sayeeds for quite some time now.

He had been receiving reports from his people in the intelligence agencies that they had

already started the mission of sending him to jail. Precisely, a new head had come, and he

wanted to run the system with what they called 'fairness.'

He almost scoffed at the thought. It wasn't new to him. Many came, and many were gone.

And with their own hands, they sold their faith and 'fairness' to him. Knelt in front of him,

begging on their knees. Selling their honesty for a few dollars. Kneeling in front of him to

save their and their families’ lives.

He will see how far this new chief will go.

How far...

But still, the puzzle was not solved. He kept on tapping his fingers against his forehead.

There was something which he could not put his finger on.

Who kidnapped Moazzam?

Moazzam was the person who was supposed to deliver the details of the money laundering

to that model, who was going to carry out this mission. Yet Moazzam got kidnapped. And he

was still trying to figure out the motive of the kidnapper.

Was it because they came to know he was fishing for information on the money laundering?

But how?

Or was there some other reason?

Moazzam wasn't his special man. Just a minor who'd be assigned tasks of not much

importance, and he hadn't been given a serious mafia task in recent times.

Then what would they want to do with a minor mafia worker?

And who exactly kidnapped him?

His sixth sense was pointing at the intelligence agencies. Rather 90% he was sure.

And in that case, that would mean they came to know about Moazzam's job in the money

laundering, and they picked him up so he'd spew out the information. Or was it a warning?

There are bigger fish in the mafia business, but why Moazzam?

And there was only one answer to the 'how' running in his mind. A spy. A spy had been

installed around him. A person who must be very close to him. Very close. A spy was hiding

somewhere but very close to him. Close enough to know his plans and next steps.

Indulged in his thoughts, he didn't realize when his eyes fixed on Sheharzaad's sleeping

form.

She was snorting. Just like a baby. Her face towards the window and the moonlight directly

fell on her sleeping eyes. A sudden urge to see her entered him, and without registering, his

feet were already taking him towards her.

His doom.

His death.

And he sat beside her. Unknowingly, his lips twitched into an unnoticeable smirk, and his

thumb moved up to trace her brow. She frowned while sleeping and turned her head to the

side and continued with her little snorts. There was some magic this little woman knew,

which had captured his attention since the beginning. He just wanted to have a one-night

stand with her, but she had so much occupied his thoughts that just one night wouldn’t be

enough to fill his desire for her. He never wanted to settle or get married. For him, women

were just meant to satisfy physical needs, but with her, there was something that always

brought him back to her, and the desire to own her always gripped him whenever she was

near him.

"Careful there," he muttered and settled her head, aware of the brace around her neck.

Suddenly, her eyes got half-opened due to the movements around her. Abruptly, from half-

opened, they got wide open upon realizing he was close to her. Her breathing got ragged

within seconds as she tried to sit up.

She was scared. There were a million questions in her mind. Has he found out about the

letter? Has he found out about her plan to get rid of him? Has he come to punish her? Has he

caught Wali, and he has revealed her name?

"Calm down," he muttered, instead, she got more breathless. She had a panic attack and

could see darkness in her vision. The fear of being caught was heavy on her mind, and she

feared the repercussions.

"Calm down, Sheharzaad," he reiterated, and she was trying to calm herself down, but it

panicked her when she couldn't. In anxiety, her eyes began to move up and down, stealing a

glance at him. She was still breathing as if she had just come back from a marathon. She

tried to calm down. She was convincing herself that it's all fine and there is no risk yet. He is

trying to calm her, means there is nothing to fear. Had he caught her, he wouldn’t have been

sitting close to her and trying to calm her down.

"You need to relax," his thumb was now tracing her slender nose, then her soft cheeks, up to

her ears, and then down to her jawline, all the while his eyes trailed his thumb, and her eyes

kept on looking at him, uncertainly.

"Relax," he said, after a few moments had elapsed, and her breathing had calmed down by

now, and he retreated his thumb, placing his hand on his thigh. He was continuously

watching her, and she was not looking into his eyes.