Ficorpio
Chapter 1
“Get up!! we are getting late from the college “Amna said pulling the blanket off Chashman.
Chashman groaned as she sat up rubbing her eyes. “I hate you " Chashman pouted looking at her.
A smile broke on Amna’s face, " but i love you , now get up. Its our last practical” she said patting her cheeks. Amna was only 2 months older than Chashman, but she still treated her like a younger sister. Chashman was her( father’s sister’s) aunt’s daughter.
“Finally, we are going to be free” Chashman said and headed towards the bathroom. She got ready, while Amna collected the things they needed for the practical. They both headed downstairs.
Mrs Saeer( Amna’s mother) was busy serving the food, as they came down. They greeted everyone and took the seats.
Hanan( Amna’s brother) was done with his breakfast , he got up " hurry up, i am getting late from university” he said looking at his watch.
“Let us eat in peace first " Amna said with pinched lips.
“You have 10 minutes, after that, I am out. With or without you!.” Hanan said and headed towards his room. They both started eating the breakfast quickly.
“Slow down! he wont dare do that " Mr Saeer Ahmad said chuckling.
“Aunty we will return late today, we are planning to have lunch outside with our friends. " Chashman said as she got up and placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Call Hanan or your uncle when you are done " Mrs Saeer said with a smile, as she patted Cashman’s head.
“Ok , ALLAH HAFIZ” Amna and Chashman went outside as they saw Hanan coming. MRS Saeer smiled seeing the children. Hanan started his corolla and they left. This house wasn’t very big, but the people living in it were satisfied with their lives.
Amna and Chashman reached their college, they were the student of 4th year. both have chosen psychology as their main subject. Chashman helped her friends in understanding some points before exam. Whoever needed help, they usually came to Chashman , even if they didnt know her. Amna was usually frustrated with this, as she knew that many of them wont do the same in return. they wont even bother saying thanks.
After the practical, both of them headed towards the restaurant infront of their college with their 3 friends. They had good time over there.
“Finally, a break from all this “one of them said with a happy sigh.
“Yes, i am going to sleep for long hours now " another one said.
“But we wont be seeing each other daily now " the third one said.
“We wont, but it doesnt mean our friendship will break , we will find some way to manage things " Chashman said positively.
“These are only talks. you and Amna are lucky, atleast you will still be together. Ramsha is getting married next month, she will be leaving for Canada " 1st girl said talking about the 3rd one.
“I don’t think anything is impossible till we lose hope, till we stop trying " Chashman said in a grave tone , she meant more than anyone over there understood at that moment.
Amna and Chashman called Hanan once they were done. " its going to take me 30 minutes. ek to ye Lahore ki traffic( this traffic in Lahore! ugh!!!)” Hanan grumbled.
Amna and Chashman sat there, till he arrived.
“Mere lie bhi kuch pack krwa letin!! zaalim lrkio ( you should have got something for me to eat too,! you heartless girls) " Hanan said dramatically.
“Remember your attitude from the morning. you deserve it !!” Chashman said.
“You !! you really don’t have a heart !!!” Hanan said through pinched lips.
Amna laughed as she took out the sandwiches , they had took for him. They were like that, always fighting and teasing each other, but there, when they needed each other.
Hanan was 2 years older than both of them, but their friendship was strong. the trio did every mischievous thing together.
Chapter 2
Miraan rohero and Agha Sinaan haider were sitting in the living area of Sinaan’s place in Karachi, smoking and catching up.
“Finally , you got time” Sinaan said taking a long pull of his cigarette. he was looking very attractive with his light brown hair and matching eyes.
A servant came and placed refreshments in front of them, it was late at night. " you know, how busy life is right now. family, politics and then other things also " Miraan said looking at him with his dark eyes. Eyes which could scare anyone with their full impact.
“I miss our college days, we had time for ourselves” Sinaan sighed. they had met each other in college and clicked off right away. both were same height, from distance, they actually looked like brothers. after college, they went abroad together for higher studies. their friendship had been unbreakable since then.
“Me too, you tell me, how are things?” Miraan said nodding.
“Same as usual, tomorrow, there’s a meeting with the supplier, that’s why i am here in Karachi . i will be returning tomorrow night at max " Sinaan said and Miraan nodded. they talked for sometime, when Miraan got the call .
He picked it, “hello !…….okay…. take him to the warehouse in the left side of the town. i will be there in a while “Miraan said and ended the call.
“Need to leave ? " Sinaan asked raising an eyebrow and stood up.
“Yes, will meet soon again " Miraan also got up and gave him a manly hug.
Miraan headed outside and saw his guards waiting. They quickly moved as Miraan got into his pajero. guards also got into the cars and they left. Miraan wasn’t a big fan of protocol, but he knew that it was a requirement when everyone knew that he was in town.
They entered the warehouse, Irtaza, (his second in command )was standing right there waiting for his arrival. Miraan looked around seeing the guards standing at their positions.
" Saeen, we caught him at a local restaurant. he looked scared shitless. he should have thought before selling our information. " Irtaza said as he walked inside with Miraan Rohero.
Miraan saw that the middle aged man was tied on a chair, his forearms on the arms of the chair. his legs tied to the sides of the chair. he was already beaten up, but still conscious. Fear entered his eyes as soon as he saw Miraan .
He knew that Miraan himself saw the execution of the traitors, he had seen only 2 in the years , he had worked for him, and it made chills ran through him . He wasn’t expecting to be caught, he was promised that he would be taken out of the country before anyone got to him.
“Saeen maaf kr den! ( please forgive me) i did a big mistake " the guy asked as tears of fear started falling.
Miraan stood there, looking straight in the eyes of the traitor.
“So, you are accepting it . hmm ? you sold the information to the enemy " Miraan asked as he extended a hand towards Irtaza for his knife. Irtaza quickly handed over the sharp knife.
“Please—- please forgive. it wasn’t much….” the traitor sobbed, Miraan knew that the information leaked wasn’t much. it wont have caused any damage , but rules were rules and this guy broke it.
“Please … " he kept sobbing, Miraan lifted the knife and stabbed it right over his forearm, making the warehouse fill with the screams, blood started dripping on the floor right away. Miraan’s eyes were still the same dark dreams, no remorse, nothing entered his eyes. the soldiers standing there also stood still, not showing any sign of weakness or pity , knowing that there was no place of a weakling here.
Once the screams lessened, Miraan twisted the knife and pulled it out, making the man scream bloody again. Miraan planned to continue his torture, but backed away with a final stab when he saw the man wetting his pants.
He took out his gun and shot him right on the head. Miraan headed outside, Irtaza quickly took out the knife from the dead body , knowing that it was his Saeen’s favorite and then followed Miraan.
“Have someone take care of the body and then come to the main house here.” Miraan ordered and got into the car. there were splatters of blood on his clothes, but they were nat very noticeable due to black clothing. that was the reason, he preferred black clothing, it came handy in such situations.
Chapter 3
Miraan was sitting in the bar area with a glass of scotch in his hands, when Irtaza came there.
“Saeen , its taken care of " he informed with his eyes down casted.
“This is the reason, I don’t want any addict under my command. Even though the information wasn’t much, but even that wont have been leaked, if not for his ice addiction.” Miraan stated in a cold voice.
“Saeen! i will make sure that there isn’t any " Irtaza said quickly. he knew his boss well, if things weren’t done the right way, he took things in his hand, and after that even innocents had to worry about themselves.
“Good! we will leave in the morning for Jamshoro.” Miraan said as he got up. he had enough for the moment , he needed to sleep at the moment.
“Miss Kanwal had called multiple times ……. " Irtaza informed talking about one of his mistresses, who was also a top model.
“I don’t have time for all this right now ! " Miraan replied not bothering to turn. they knew their place very well, he didnt understand , why they even bothered to call. he never met them according to their requests, It was always his wish, his need.
Irtaza saw his boss leave as the phone rang, it was Kanwal again. He picked it up with a sigh. " when can i meet him ?” she asked.
“Mam, he doesnt have time right now, i will contact you once he is free” Irtaza said with a patience.
“You are of no use!! give me his personal number " Kanwal practically growled.
“Sorry mam " Irtaza said and ended the call. Miraan rohero’s personal number was only for his family or closest friends, not for his mistresses.
Irtaza didnt bother picking up the call again. he knew that Miraan would want her, he would come right away didnt matter what happened. that’s how all his mistresses were.
“Power really is everything " Irtaza muttered to himself as he thought about how his boss was , and still these models ,actresses did everything to please him.
Next morning, Miraan left for Jamshoro with Irtaza and his guards. everyone was ecstatic to see him, when he reached the haveli .it was made in old style with a long driveway and a fountain in mid. but it had all kind of comforts a person could ask for.
“Assalam ualaikum! Ammi " he greeted his mother as he bent his head in front of her .
“Walaikum Assalam " his mother replied as she ran a hand over his head. she was seeing him after many days, it was his routine but she still missed him .
“Let me make breakfast for you " his mother said getting up.
“Just tea, Ammi. me Dada Saeen se mil aun ( i will go and meet grandfather till then)“Miraan said as he got up straightening his black shalwar kameez. his well grown brown beard was looking even more attractive today.
He entered his grandfather’s room after knocking. His legs had been paralyzed for years now, but recently , he also had been having some heart issues.
Miraan asked about his health after greeting him.
“Like usual , I am not getting any younger " his grandfather said, making Miraan sit near him. Miraan had seen his grandfather change so much , with each passing year, some of the hardness left his face.
For Miraan , he always had a soft spot, he was the only son of his parents. His uncle didnt have any children.
Miraan spent sometime with his grandfather, but then had to leave, as he had somethings to take care of. His father and uncle usually handled political matters and their area. He was the one who made sure that everything was in control.
Miraan met his aunt on his way out. she had been like a second mother to him . he had received all the love being the only child of the house.
Miraan met his father and uncle at dinner .
“Did the issue got solved in Karachi?” his father asked.
“Yes” Miraan replied , getting a proud approving nod in return.
He and his uncle( Daem rohero ) talked in the study for sometime after dinner. they had always been closer , more like friends.
“Uncle , you look worried, is there some issue ? " Miraan asked after sometime, Daem rohero gave him a sad smile, he admired and hated at the same time, how his nephew could see everything without even trying. he had everything what he needed to take over the family one day. he was the perfect son, perfect nephew, and a perfect boss.
Daem only shook his head, not having the energy to say anything.