Shattering Height

PROLOGUE:

The Friday Jummah atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Down the road leading to the big mosque a junction away from a dirty slum. The poorest of the poor alone lived there. In there, was a huge rate of infant mortality, teenage pregnancy, drug abuse and other criminal activities. It was the home to low class people.

Here in these parts of Pakistan, only the strong ones survived. The rest were either kidnapped, raped or murdered. Especially the ladies. It was a little distant from the junction when a maiden dressed in Niqab walked. Her eyes to the ground and her heart leading her to the Masjid. She was about 4'10 and definitely a very young girl.

Blessed with brown orbs with an intensely dark pupil. Darker than you would ever imagine. It gave her quite a look. A beautiful yet peculiar girl. Very introverted and by every means a maiden. She was walking with meditated steps towards the Masjid and there was no doubt that she knew the road like the back of her hand.

Fortunately, her cruel step sister and perversely step brother wasn't there to stop her. They had to attend a Walima of a friend. She had no friends no doubt. Probably because she wasn't one who spoke a lot.

A street to cross. She crossed neatly and stood on the pavement to quickly brush off the supposed dust she had on her dress.

It was all like a dream. A horrifying dream. A pathetic dream. A dream she knew was nothing but a reality. The screeching of tires came from out of nowhere drawing closer and closer to her. Frictional force was obviously her enemy at that point because, the car knocked hard against her sending her flying into a nearby orange stall owned by a quite hot tempered man they all knew as 'Kapoor.

No one was hurt and just a few damages happened to Kapoor's stall. But the young maiden, she was on the ground struggling to get up.

Lord alone knows how she survived. The Old Man up there in Heaven had decided, now wasn't her time to come home and mind you, He would only call her when He wanted.

The maiden lost her balance when she slipped on an orange and fell hard on her bottom when she tried to get up once more. She let out a soft scream with her cracked yet cute voice. She could feel her hand slightly bruised and a crowd suddenly forming. Their footsteps grew nearer from all directions and made her feel quite vulnerable.

Out of the expensive Cadillac that knocked her down, emerged a fashionable lady. She was dressed in an expensive Lehenga and expensive pearls adorning her neck and wrists. She growled at the maiden who had managed finally to get up and was rubbing gently unto her bruised arm.

She had a bad temper, that was lucid.

"What is wrong with you, you beggar?! Are you insane?!" the fashionable lady Sonia snapped at the meek maiden.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." she apologised to the Sonia, lady. As though, she had asked them to be careless and knock her down when her only motive was to go to the Mosque.

"Shut up you tramp! You are lucky you are still alive, you dirty piece of trash. You idiotic peasants just do this to get money off, we well-to-do people. Shameless slut!!!" she continued to rain insults on the maiden. The on lookers couldn't do anything. Because, even if they tried, it would cause more trouble for the maiden.

Out of the back seat of the car, came another gorgeous lady of about 22. She looked pitiful for the young maiden who was being verbally abused by the other maiden, Sonia.

"Enough with this!! Can't you see that Gabriel's driving almost killed this young lady? We should be the ones apologising to her!!!" the other lady Sara snapped at Sonia in defense of the young lady.

A ferocious growl was heard coming from the car. It was an angry one. One that instilled fear. The driver's seat of the car opened and through the door came a man.

A man of height 6'7, a manbun hair, a long line of tattoes on his neck and other parts of his body, jade green eyes, muscular(almost body builder) physique and an authoritarian aura came with him.

The young maiden's eyes snapped to the direction of the growl.

The next thing, she felt the presence before her. An attractive blow of cologne mixed with sinful deeds almost knocked her off her stance. She knew now that a man stood before her. Not any man. A dangerous man.

"Watch where you going kitten! No one attends a feline's funeral. Open your eyes and don't be a blind little kitten!" he whispered maniacally at her with her eyes staring straight into his eyes seeing just darkness. She flinched in fear. A dark, choking,scary and maniacal aura blew against them all and forced tear of fear down her eyes.

This man seemed to enjoy her vulnerability and her meekness. How she shivered at his voice...

"Bhai!! Stop it! We should apologise for knocking her down and not insult her!!" Sara scolded her older brother while pulling him back away from the frightened girl.

She helped the girl clean off the dust off her Niqab and apologised truthfully to her.

"It's alright Ma'am. I should have been more careful. I'm so sorry" the maiden apologised.

Then a young girl of about 10, held unto her hand and led her away from the growing crowd.

It became obvious only now, that the young maiden who had been knocked down was blind.

Eyes on her. Jade green eyes on her. They looked intensely at her until she disappeared completely.

"She was blind..." a mutter left Gabriel.

****

The whole day in the mansion of the former Mufti of the environ, brown eyes continued appearing in the sight of Gabriel. A veiled young lady. A young lady he almost killed. Curiosity was what killed the cat right? Well it wasn't going to kill him. He was going to annihilate that curiosity.

He was going to find out who she was? Why? He didn't know himself. He just knew he wanted to find out.

'She was blind....' remained on the tip of his tongue the whole evening. Feeling very restless and with Sonia on his neck, he couldn't think straight.

Why did he care anyway? He knew he needed to get rid of this stress. He needed to. He had been away for about 10 years and was coming back for the first time in a decade. He needed to rest and feel at ease first.

Sonia's mother Rama had always wanted him to marry her daughter when they were both older. So she had them both betrothed. Now that he was back, he knew the pressure would be more and more intense. He didn't need this. At least not now. He just needed to get away from this to a more peaceful place.

He changed from his tuxedo into ripped jeans and a tank top. He picked up a Glock 9 and his car keys before stomping out of the house. Ignoring everyone and by that, he meant Sonia especially.

"Where are you going to Gabriel?!!" Sonia screamed as she pursued him who had been ignoring her since they arrived. She had already gathered everyone in the family and was trying to get them to converse about some marriage that she and her mother wished for with Gabriel. He knew they had both been betrothed, but the last thing on his mind was love.

The Benz Biome sped off out of the mansion. The Qarnayn mansion. It belonged to the anonymous eldest son of the famous Mufti of the country. Hamza Dhul Qarnayn.It was literally the family house of the Dhul Qarnayn family.

It was in the late hours after Asr prayers when he ended up at the exact junction where he knocked the girl down. He had his own thoughts and wanted to be left alone to think. With Sonia, aunt Rama, his mother Nawar and his other family on his neck, he needed some space to think about himself and the future ahead.

As his eyes went to the Masjid across the street, he realised how much of a bad nut he had become. From being the once, all brilliant kid in his Islamic school to a bad guy.

A complete bad guy.

"Alif ! Baa !Taa ! Thaa !" he heard the voices of children come. They were reciting the Arabic alphabets joyfully. He could hear their loud voices but they were not yet seen. They were obviously on the other street about to cross the street. Soon the children had crossed the street in their jolly numbers.

"Asalamu Alaikum ma'am!!!!" they children screamed loudly towards a maiden who walked with a tattered brown bag filled with books in it. She waved towards the direction of the voices before muttering softly some words not audible to Gabriel from where he sat.

Gabriel had no idea when, how and why he suddenly got out of the car. All he knew was that, the next thing, he was following behind her. She was oblivious of the fact that, the man who almost killed her hours earlier was walking behind her.

"ALLAHU LAA'ILAHA ILA HU. HAYUU, QAYUUM. LAA TAA KHUZUHU SINATUM WA LAA NA'UM. LA HU MAA FIS SAMAAWATI WA MAA FIL ARD. MAN ZAL LAZII IN DAHU ILA BI IZINI YA'LA MU. MAA BAYNA AYDIHIM WA MA KHALFAHU WA LAA YU HI TUUNA BI SHAY'IN MIN ILMIHII ILAA BI MAASHA'A. WA SIYA KURSIYUS SAMAAWATI WAL ARD. WA LAA YA HUUDU. HIFZUHU MAA. WA HUWAL ALIIYUL AZEEM" she recited the Throne Verse of the Holy Qur'an silently as she walked to her destination. All along, she knew not of the presence behind her.

Abruptly she tripped over a rock which caused her to stumble and fall to the ground. Her already bruised arm from the previous accident had been scratched once again by a sharp thorn that lay on the ground.

"Oh Allah. I'm struggling. My eye sight gone. I may have never set my eyes on anything in this life but I know that one day, you will grant me back my eye sight. I don't mind the number of bruises I get now. I believe that one day, by Your Will, I will set my eyes on this temporary world we live in" she whispered to herself.

Unknown to her, a man stood right beside her and for a whole minute, he couldn't think straight. Gabriel had heard exactly what she had spoken and it just drove him out of the world.

The maiden helped herself up and like magic, she mistakenly dropped her bag again and bent over to pick it up again. Gabriel stood few metres away from her as he watched with fatherly eyes over her, to prevent that perversely looking young man who was walking by, from trying to hit on her.

"Another day with big sister. Let's hurry up my lil friends, lest we get them angry." she spoke to her now dirty duffel bag as she walked away towards her home. The wind begun blowing wildly. It was lucid it wanted to rain.

And before Gabriel could react, she took to her heels in fear not really knowing where she was off to.

Gabriel just stood there for a long while dumbfounded before leaving.

So innocent she was it was so alluring. His demons were attracted. But she looked too young and him, he was too old. He was 32 and she, she looked like an early teenager. He felt like a pervert.

Gabriel drove back home to his family. He had intentions. New intentions in his heart.

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"Now listen here you useless girl. I am going to work and I won't be back until evening. Make sure to clean up the house, cook a meal for Basit and wash the bowls afterwards. Don't leave the house to that pathetic school until you have done all that I have mentioned!!!" her supposed older maternal cousin Roti growled at her in pure hatred.

Hikma had no priviledge to call this woman, sister. Or even by her name. Roti made sure that Hikma always called her aunt. And so gradually, it stuck.

Roti which happened to be her real name and the name of a food in some country was probably given to her by her illegitimate father who happened to be disappointed about her birth. And so he paid no proper attention to her upbringing.

Roti had grew up with malice towards her family and everything that was considered good in the family. It was without doubt that when she was promised marriage by a man she was seeing who turned out to be a phoney and got her pregnant before fleeing, her hatred grew more and more intense towards family and outsiders.

She had her son Basit when she was just 17 years old. The now 20 year old unemployed simp and petty thief still lived with her. So the fact that she had to take care of her late older brother's daughter was a blessing and burden to her.

A blessing because, she had a personal and wage free slave and a burden because, there were now 3 heads to feed.

"Yes...Aunt" the young maiden stammered in fear. Just few days ago, her cousin slapped her hard causing her to burn her arm on the gas stove for not arranging the dirty clothes in order. What could she do ? She had no idea where to go if she ever decided to leave.

Her cousin had always been one who would try to bring down her self esteem. She always called the meek young girl, Ugly and Useless. She grew up to think of herself as ugly as a burnt alive vulture. She had no eyes to see neither the world around her nor her own self.

"Good! Now get out and make me breakfast!" Roti snapped.

The young maiden walked with meditated steps out of her cousin's room.

They had a very tiny apartment with no proper kitchen or washroom. She had to sleep on the bed beside the dirty bathroom which was invaded by rats and other dangerous crawling creatures.

She was blind and so didn't really see these creatures. She would fall terribly ill at times and her aunt would only tell her that she was just having a fever and would merely give her painkillers. Only God kept her alive till now. She mostly suffered poisoning but she remained unaided to, until God healed her.

The young maiden walked blindly into the kitchen. Because of her disability, she had to know places like the palm of her hand which she never saw.

She knew someone was there. She could feel his presence. Her face went pale and her lips became line. She looked like a vulnerable doll. Her older nephew Basit was here and it was obvious he was here with his friends.

Basit was about 20 and very perverted. Many times he had tried to force himself on her. But something would just stop him. She always feared him. He could easily take advantage of her if he wanted to because of her disability.

"Hello little girl" she heard him whisper from behind her. She gulped and a drop of tear left her eye. She tried to move away from him and ended up bumping into another person. She was surrounded. She always had this feeling that Basit was a tall young man.

She could even feel it. She could hear their chuckles.

Suddenly someone grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her viciously to him.

She let out an ear piercing scream.

"Please stop. I beg you" she begged as this strange person pulled her into him.

"Shhh baby. You will enjoy this" Basit whispered to her with his stinky breath.

"Leave the damned girl alone Basit and get the hell out of the house with that stupid friend of yours!!!" Aunt Roti's , as Hikma called her, loud hoarse voice came from the room.

Basit growled in distaste and his friend looked hurt by the verbal abuse Roti spat towards him.

"You are lucky baby. But you won't be next time" Basit whispered seductively to her making her feel nauseous because of his horrible bad breath.

Basit pushed her away and stomped out of their little home.

The maiden scratched her arm once again against the rough floor. She hissed in pain. She managed to get up and dressed the wound before preparing a simple meal for her aunt.

After ensuring that her work was done, she dressed up and got ready to go to her little workplace.

****

"Look I apologise sincerely for what and how my older brother treated you. I had to find you and check if you were alright" Sara explained to the maiden as she sat with her at the gate leading to the little nursery school for the poor kids just a few kilometres away from the local mosque where the maiden taught.

It had been 3 days since the incident happened and she hadn't been at ease since their car knocked down the maiden. She got fed up of the mental torture and decided to ask around to find the maiden.

Finally she found her and decided to make it up to her.

The maiden made just a few rupees here but enough to keep her alive and get her fairly good second hand clothes since her aunt insisted that she wore rags. The rest of the money was given to the orphans, if only her cousin didn't forcefully take it away from her.

"It's alright Ma'am. I understand. Please don't worry about it." the maiden assured her.

"Thank you so much. Umm...if this might not seem awkward to you, I'm getting engaged soon and I'd like to invite you. As my new friend and as the bride's maid " Sara offered shyly.

The young lady herself looked surprised.

"Thank you so much Ma'am. But I am blind and would probably be useless at a wedding. Besides, my cousin won't let me come" she explained sadly to Sara.

Sara saw the situation that this girl was going through and felt remorse for her.

"Your cousin seems to be quite a nasty lady" Sara commented while they both giggled at that. It was her first time noticing her happy face. It was beautiful though in Niqab. Her eyes were beautiful brown with lovely long lashes.

"Wallah. You wouldn't want to know how unpleasant she can be." the maiden added making them giggle even more.

After chatting for so long, Sara decided to call it a day when the maiden had to get home before her cousin beat her up.

"Before you go. You haven't told me your name yet. I don't want to be calling my bestie by any name apart from what her parents gave her.

" I don't know who my parents are. Neither do I know the name they gave me. But from what I remember, my cousin sometimes calls me Hikma. At least, that's a name I can call mine" she muttered sadly.

"I am so sorry Hikma. You have a very lovely name and I do hope your parents rest in peace wherever they are" Sara consoled.

The young maiden smiled and thanked her.

"I have to go please...my cousin will beat me if I don't get home now" Hikma complained wretchedly as she realised she was keeping too long.

"Your cousin beats y-.." Sara couldn't complete the statement when a hoarse female voice interrupted her.

"Oh Finally! Hikma dearest! Here you are ! I'm glad I finally found you! I was worried about you! " it was Hikma's cousin, Roti. A drop of cold sweat slid down Hikma's face. The mere tone in which her cousin spoke was a terrifying and choking one. She could feel pretentious affection in her tone.

"Ahhh Ms. Sara. What a surprise! This is my niece Hikma" Hikma's cousin only now recognised the young lady before her. She was the only daughter of the woman she worked for. She had just completed her shift and had returned home not to meet Hikma.

She decided to go look for her and here she found her sitting here chatting with her employer's daughter. It seemed like they were good friends. She just wondered how they had met and how they became friends.

"Hello Mrs. Roti. I didn't know Hikma was your cousin. Well we met just a few days ago when Gabriel arrived" Sara briefly explained.

"Oh that's very nice to know. My shift ended about an hour ago, so I'm going to have to go home with Hikma now and rest. " Roti told Sara.

"Yes she told me. I only came here to apologise to her on Gabriel's behalf and also invite her to my engagement next week." Sara added.

Roti looked quite surprised but kept a calm fake smile on her face.

An awkward silence was supreme as Sara noticed the fright in the young girl's eyes. There was this unpleasant aura Roti gave off and it was extremely disgusting.

"Okay I have to go now" Sara announced. She was going to inform her mother immediately about Roti and about what she used to do to her niece.

"Okay. Goodbye Ma'am" Roti waved Sara who ignored her.

"Goodbye Hikma." Sara waved at the blind girl. The girl had no idea what was going to happen. She feared the wrath of her aunt.

Sara walked away to the waiting Range Rover and asked the driver to speed off.

****

Hikma followed behind her cousin Roti who was growling lowly and muttering angry stuff under her breath. She was scared. She was hoping her cousin wouldn't beat her up or starve her or collect the little money she had on her. But deep within her, she knew that something very bad was coming.

When they got home, Hikma was pulled viciously into the room and was sat down on the bed.

"How did you meet her?!!!" Roti snapped at Hikma. Hikma knew failure to speak would call for abuse. She faltered in her speech.

"I was going for J-Jummah prayers a-and h-her b-brother's car knocked me down. S-She only came to apologise..." she stammered.

"And you decided to tell her that I beat you...?" her cousin whispered in a sinister tone. Hikma gulped. How did she know that ? Had she perhaps been eavesdropping on their conversation? Or had that lady who seemed to be so nice to her told on her ?

"P-Please..." she was knocked out by a mighty slap that sent her falling to the ground. A loud ear piercing scream escaped her. Her head banged against the ironing table closer to the bed which sent the hot iron falling unto her bruised arm and scalding her physically and mentally.

"That will teach you to disobey me and trying to find solace in people" Roti growled at her. Hikma lay on the ground weeping while trying to soothe her scalded arm.

"Tomorrow at 11:00, someone is going to arrive here. He has been a family friend since forever. And you are going to get dressed to meet him. I bought you a few dresses. Choose one from them. I don't care if you can't see what they look like, just choose one and wear it. And be of the best, most submissive behaviour tomorrow or else...." Roti didn't need to complete the statement.

Hikma knew what would happen if she failed to comply. And she knew that worse days were coming. What was going to happen tomorrow? Was she going to be sent away?

That would be a dream come true for her since she wouldn't have to face the wrath of her cousin and her perverted nephew Basit.

Her heart was pure. Too pure that it made her very vulnerable. Too innocent was she that, many, especially her aunt took advantage of her and her disability.

What was her crime? Being naive ? Being blind ? or Being both ?

Her hidden tears and silent prayers were what kept her company when the burdens of the world seemed to heavy for her to carry. When life turned gloomy, death seemed more inviting......

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Sara was very worried about her new friend Hikma. When she got home, her mother wasn't home. Only aunt Rama and the annoying Sonia who thought that she was the Queen of the house since she believed Gabriel would marry her.

Sara felt very sick as she retired to her bedroom. Sick with contempt and loathing towards Roti. She would love it if Roti was fired. But if Roti was fired, Hikma would suffer. Sara saw the need to visit Hikma more often to give her assurance of better days ahead.

She would wholeheartedly ask her older brother Gabriel to help Hikma. But Gabriel wasn't one who would easily give in to people because of their miserable conditions. And besides, she felt like he hated that poor blind girl. Was it because she was blind? Or was it because he knocked her down ? She didn't seem to get the pieces to fit together.

All she knew was that, the only one who could help her now was her mother Nawar. Sara was exhausted and decided to go to sleep. She quickly took her shower and decided to go for a late night snack before going to bed.

While downstairs, she met her older brother Gabriel on the phone.

Usually, he would have been in his room by now, but the guess was that, he was hungry.

She walked with meditated steps to him. There she noticed something. Something new. A new tattoo. The tattoo of some words in Arabic. She wasn't one who spoke too much Arabic so she couldn't interprete it.

"Of course she's home.... She went out a bit and just returned..... Sure Mama" he spoke into the phone before hanging up.

"Bhai....?" she called. He turned round to meet the eyes of his sister.

"Uh Huh ?" he answered as he sipped the glass of vodka in his hand. He wasn't an alcoholic for sure but he drunk anytime he was going through some kind of mental

Her brother's eyes were red and looked tired.

"You've been drinking and smoking ?" she asked. He just shrugged his shoulder at her like it was no big deal.

"Are you hungry?" she asked him. He shook his head.

"I went to meet the girl you knocked down you know?...." she told him trying to get his mind home. His eyes looked very distant and stressed.

" OK" was his only response before he got up and staggered into his room.

Sara was worried about him. She saw beyond his eyes many thoughts and many demons.

Demons from a horrible past he went through.

Gabriel opened the door to his room and staggered to his bed. He was angry. Angry at everyone. Angry at himself. Angry at life. At his family and infact everything. He felt something very wrong happening. His heart felt it. He didn't know why. He felt like someone needed help. Perhaps him.

He felt more and more restless.

Beep.......

His phone went off. He quickly picked up when he saw the caller. It was Salman his best friend. More like a brother from another mother.

"Salman!" he spoke.

"Gabriel ! The ware house! Some idiot was caught trying to steal weapons!" he informed.

"What?!!" Gabriel growled.

"Will you be coming? Or should I handle it?" Salman asked.

"I'll be there soon" Gabriel answered simply before hanging up. He quickly threw on his Balenciaga sweats and took out a Mac 11 from his closet. He stomped out of his room but was stopped by his mother Nawar.

She had earlier called to ask if Sara had gotten home yet since she decided to go look for her friend. Nawar herself had gone to visit her ill older sister in the village that morning and was just returning with a load of fresh vegetables, spices and fruits.

Her sister was a farmer in the village and had recently been suffering from toothache.

"Where are you going to young man ?" she asked with an eye brow raised. She looked so small and frail. She was in her early 60s and in her youth, she had suffered a lot and it was a visible all over her. She gave him a small mischievous smirk. It was cute.

" Hello Mama. Welcome back" he greeted her respecfully as he smirked back at her and walked her to her room. His smirk was just like his late father's. His father was a religious man. A mufti. But he, on the other hand, was not religious. In fact he was a sinful being. Not from the beginning though.

He was once a very good lad. The first Hafiz in his family after his father. He used to be the one who taught his younger sister how to recite the Qur'an and how to pray. But today, he couldn't remember the last time he prayed or said the 'Salam'.

It had been literally 19 years since he last prayed. He had fallen from grace to sin. But had elevated the family name from Grass to Grace.

No one knew Gabriel. He didn't exist to them. All they knew was a killer was lurking in the shadows of a man living amongst them.

"Thank you my son. I am so tired. Aunt Sauda sends her love to you" she told him as she sat on the bed and her son volunteered to help her take off her footwear.

"Oh its been a while. Gabriel can you get me a glass of water please? And 2 dates?" she requested lazily. Her wish most definitely was his command. He walked downstairs and brought her a glass of water and a small bowl of dates. She was asleep by the time the things she requested were brought.

Gabriel placed a single kiss on his mother's forehead before he walked out of the room.

The house was quite quiet when he left. He figured everyone was asleep.

He drove his range rover out of the mansion onto the main street. The drive was quite long but every moment of it went a long way to help him relieve himself of some tiresome thoughts.

Gabriel's car screeched loudly as he suddenly halted the car. He had spotted something beautiful and very alluring. The young maiden from few days ago. There she sat. Crouched on the ground before an old dilapidated house. He could see her all the way from across the street. It was literally twilight and she didn't look like she had slept.

Her face was tear stained.

She looked troubled. He didn't know for how long he stayed staring at her but, it seemed like 3 hours before the door to the house where she sat opened and an older woman came out and spoke some words to the young lady and with a sad, frightened expression, she got up and limped into the home.

Gabriel sighed and sped off.

Gabriel arrived at his warehouse an hour and half later by then, it was 4:00 am . The culprit was tied up and was thrown into a dungeon. Gabriel growled as Salman, his only friend directed him to the place where the culprit was put. The culprit was in blindfolds with a gag placed in his mouth.

Gabriel ruthlessly pulled off the blindfolds from the young man's face. He had brown eyes and perverted lips. He looked scared, as though he wanted to piss himself. Gabriel loved that sense of fear he put in this idiot. He smirked evily at him.

"What's your name?" he asked the idiot. The young man seemed to lose his sense of speech. He begun stammering in fear and panic.

A thunderous slap knocked him off the chair from Gabriel, waking him up from his daze. He groaned in pain as Gabriel's hand left a palm print on his cheek. Surely, he messed with the wrong person and he was penitent enough to regret his actions.

But no foe of Gabriel's escaped his wrath.

"B-Basit.." he stammered in pain and fear.

"And do you know who I am...?" Gabriel asked him in a sinister tone.

He trembled as he shook his head in fright. He truly had made a mistake by coming here. He saw evil within the dark green eyes of this Alpha Male before him. He knew he had trespassed and deep within him, he prayed that God saved him or else, this man would annihilate him.

"Yet you tried to steal from me?" Gabriel asked in a pissed off tone. This bastard Basit knew he was in deep shit. There was no redemption for him.

"P-Please....forgive me. It w-wasn't me. H-He promised to pay off all mine and my mother's debts if I stole for him and if my mother gave him my blind aunt to marry. P-Please...I was influenced. I beg you" Basit confessed.

Gabriel seemed interested in this story. Who was this man, this idiot was talking about? His mother? A blind aunt? To marry?

"Who is he?!!!" Gabriel growled at the mistake of a man before him.

"P-Ple..." Gabriel served him a mighty punch in the guts sending him off the chair to the ground, breaking his two front teeth and groaning painfully with blood from his throat and his nose.

"Don't plead with me if you want to live. Who is He???!!!!" Gabriel asked for the last time.

"David! David Jones! Please. Its David Jones." Basit revealed finally.

"Good. We'll get to know each other better, later." Gabriel spoke as he wiped away the blood from his palm.

Salman ordered 3 men to take Basit to the dungeon. Gabriel was furious. Who was this David Jones man? And why was he doing this? But surely, Gabriel would make him regret everything.

"I will be back at 10. Get him to open up to you more." Gabriel instructed. Salman nodded as Gabriel stepped out of the warehouse to his car outside.

The drive back was quite more exhausting. By then, the Adhan for Fajr prayers was being called. He made a quick stop at the same street he saw the maiden sit before a dilapidated house. He could literally visualise her sitting there.

What was she doing to him? Why was he feeling this much pity within him? Had she bewitched him? Or was he suddenly turning soft?

He growled and stomped on the accelerator as he sped off.

Gabriel got home after 20 minutes. His uncle Taimur was the first to wake up. He made sure everyone was out of their beds and ready to say their Fajr prayers.

Gabriel on the other hand, walked past his family to his room. They all still had sleepy faces but their Imaan was greater than everything else to them.

Gabriel walked to his bed and sat down. His eyes red. Out of the world. Reminiscence. Thoughts and Intentions.

He would find out who this David was and he would destroy him.

He promised.

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