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Murad paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the glow from multiple computer screens illuminating his furrowed brow. The air was thick with urgency, and each passing second felt like a countdown to disaster. Taliya’s disappearance was like a weight pressing down on his chest, squeezing the breath from his lungs.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Arif stepped in, his laptop clutched under one arm. “Murad,” he said, urgency lacing his voice. “I’ve been digging into Faraz’s activities.”
Murad stopped mid-stride, his eyes narrowing. “What did you find?”
Arif set the laptop down on the table and opened a series of files, the soft click of the mouse echoing in the silence. “Faraz is more connected than we thought. He’s built a network—criminal contacts, money laundering, you name it. He’s not just a businessman; he’s a player in a much darker game. He’s been monitoring you closely.”
Murad’s pulse quickened. “Why? What does he want from us?”
“He’s obsessed with revenge,” Arif replied, flipping through the documents. “Years ago, he was struggling, living on the brink of poverty. His family fell apart due to a business deal gone wrong—one that involved your father. Faraz blames your family for everything that went wrong in his life.”
Murad clenched his fists, the anger boiling beneath the surface. “So, he’s built this empire just to get back at us? That’s twisted.”
“Exactly,” Arif said, meeting his gaze. “And Taliya? She’s nothing but a pawn in his twisted game. He thinks he can use her to get to you.”
“Not if I can help it,” Murad growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll tear him apart before I let him lay a finger on her.”
Arif nodded, urgency flaring in his eyes. “I’ve tracked some of his communications. There’s talk of moving her to a private island. He’s keeping her isolated, plotting something big.”
Murad’s jaw tightened. “Do we know where this island is?”
Arif’s fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling up a map dotted with red markers. “Right here,” he said, pointing at a secluded spot. “It’s off the coast—heavily guarded and not easy to access.”
Sameer burst into the room, his expression grim. “What’s going on? I heard the word ‘island’ and thought I’d check in.”
“Faraz has Taliya,” Murad snapped, his anger palpable. “And we need to act fast. He’s planning something.”
Sameer’s eyes widened, and he ran a hand through his hair. “That lunatic! Why is he so fixated on revenge?”
“Because he’s built his empire out of spite,” Murad replied. “He’s trying to prove something—like he can stand up to us after all these years of being nobody.”
Sameer scoffed, crossing his arms. “Pathetic. He thinks he can take us down with a little girl? He’s barking up the wrong tree.”
“Maybe, but he’s underestimated us,” Murad said, his voice steadier now. “We need to gather intel and expose him before it’s too late.”
“Exposing him is one thing,” Arif added, a glint of determination in his eyes. “But we need to be smart about it. If we can reveal his illegal dealings, we not only save Taliya but also cripple his entire operation.”
Murad met their fierce gazes, a fire igniting in his chest. “Then let’s hit him where it hurts. He may think he’s playing a game, but we’re about to turn the tables.”
Arif smirked, his confidence rising. “We’ll collect evidence, make it public. This isn’t just about rescuing Taliya anymore; it’s about taking down Faraz for good.”
Sameer leaned in, excitement radiating from him. “I can tap into my contacts. If we can get someone on the inside, we can gather more intel about his operations.”
Murad nodded, his determination hardening. “I want eyes everywhere. We’ll find a way to breach his defenses, get to Taliya, and make sure he knows he’s playing with fire.”
“Let’s move,” Arif said, urgency creeping back into his voice. “We don’t have a moment to lose.”
As they strategized, the atmosphere crackled with intensity and focus. Faraz had made a grave mistake underestimating their bond, and they were ready to unleash a storm in response.
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