Abid's face stung from the slap, his eyes blazing with fury. He floored it, speeding through the streets with reckless abandon.

Ali grabbed onto the door handle, his knuckles white with fear. "Abid bhai, slow down! You're going to kill us!"

But Abid didn't respond, his focus solely on the road ahead. The speedometer needle quivered at 100, 110, 120 km/h.

Ali's voice rose to a panicked shout. "BHAI, STOP! PLEASE!"

The car screeched around a corner, tires squealing in protest. Abid's mansion loomed ahead, its gates swinging open as they approached.

With a final burst of speed, Abid swerved into the driveway, slamming on the brakes mere inches from the front door. The car skidded to a stop, throwing Ali forward.

Ali's breath came in ragged gasps as he turned to Abid, his eyes wide with fear. "What's wrong with you, bhaijaan? You could have killed us!"

Abid's face twisted in a snarl, his eyes still blazing with anger. But as he gazed at Ali, his expression slowly began to calm.

With a deep breath, Abid turned off the engine, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion. "I'm sorry, Ali. I lost control."

Sultana and Humza entered the house, exchanging a tired smile. They greeted their parents, Amira and Rashid, who were watching TV in the living room.

"Assalamu alaikum," Amira said, smiling.

"Wa-alaykum salam," Sultana and Humza replied in union.

Sulaiman asked, "How was your evening?"

Humza shrugged. "It was good. We celebrated my birthday at Hotel Oscar."

Meher's eyes sparkled. "That sounds wonderful! Did you have fun?"

Sultana nodded, settling into the armchair. "Yes, we did."

The family chatted for a bit, discussing mundane topics. Sultana and Humza deliberately avoided mentioning the encounter with Abid.

After a few minutes, Sultana stood up, stifling a yawn. "I'm going to bed, Mom. Dad."

Humza followed suit. "Yeah, me too."

Amira smiled, her eyes warm with affection. "Goodnight, kids. Sleep tight."

As they retreated to their respective rooms, the house grew quiet once more, the only sound the distant hum of the TV.

The next morning

Sultana stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hijab. She smoothed out the folds of her abaya, ensuring it was perfectly draped. Her dark hair was tucked away, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of mascara.

She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. University was going to be a busy day, but she was ready.

With a final glance in the mirror, Sultana turned and headed for the door. She cascaded downstairs, her abaya flowing behind her like a dark waterfall.

Sultana entered the dining hall, where her parents and Humza were already seated. "Assalamu alaikum," she said, smiling.

Her parents and Humza responded in unison, "Wa-alaykum salam."

Meher gestured to the spread of food before them. "Come, Sultana, eat your breakfast. You don't want to be late for university."

Sultana nodded, taking a seat beside Humza. She helped herself to a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.

As they ate, the conversation turned to Humza's plans for the day. "I've got a meeting with a potential client," he said, sipping his coffee.

Sulaiman nodded. "Good luck, beta. I hope it goes well."

After breakfast, Humza stood up, pushing his chair back. "Time for me to drop Sultana off at university."

Sultana gathered her bag and stood up, smiling at her parents. "I'll see you guys later. Love you."

Meher and Sulaiman smiled back, their eyes warm with affection. "Love you too, beta. Have a great day."

Humza and Sultana headed out the door, into the bright morning sunlight.

Abid stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. His tailor-made suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled features.

Hafid Razzak, his father, entered the room, a look of approval on his face. "You look sharp, Abid. You'll make a great impression."

Abid smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Thanks, Father. I won't let you down."

Hafid Razzak nodded, his expression serious. "Remember, this meeting is crucial. The investors are looking for someone with vision and charisma. Show them you're the right man for the job."

Abid nodded, his jaw clenched. "I will, Father. I'll make sure they know I'm the best."

With a final glance in the mirror, Abid turned and followed Razzak out of the room, ready to take on the challenge ahead.

Ali sat at the dining table, his eyes fixed on his phone as he scrolled through social media. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes filled the air.

Muskan, his mother, stood near the kitchen entrance, instructing the servants on their duties. "Rahmat, please ensure the flowers are fresh today. And, Khalid, don't forget to polish the silverware."

As she finished giving instructions, Muskan turned to Ali. "Beta, put that phone away. Breakfast is almost ready."

Ali looked up, slightly startled, before nodding and slipping his phone into his pocket. "Sorry, Mom."

Just then, Abid and Razzak walked into the dining hall, Abid looking dashing in his suit. "Good morning, everyone," Razzak boomed, taking his seat at the head of the table.

Muskan smiled warmly. "Good morning, dear. You look handsome today, Abid."

Abid smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Thanks, Mom".

Ali pouted, his lower lip jutting out. "Mom, why are you always complimenting bhaijaan? He's not the only one who looks good around here."

Muskan chuckled. "Oh, Ali, you're just jealous because Abid's wearing a suit and you're still in your pajamas."

Ali scowled, crossing his arms. "I'm not jealous! And I'm not wearing pajamas, I'm wearing... um... lounge wear."

Abid snickered. "Lounge wear? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Ali shot him a mock-angry glance. "Shut up, bhaijaan! At least I don't look like a stuffed penguin in my suit."

Razzak chuckled. "Ali, you're just mad because Abid's going to steal the show today."

Ali huffed. "I'm not mad! I'm just... concerned that bhaijaan's ego is going to inflate to the point where it's going to need its own zip code."

Muskan laughed. "Ali, you're such a card! But Abid does look quite dashing today, doesn't he?"

Ali rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Yeah, yeah, Abid's a supermodel. Can we eat breakfast now?"

Later after breakfast abid and ali left the Razzak mansion towards their office of course after giving instructions to the gaurds as they needed to be much more alert after yesterday's encounter abid cannot risk his family. No matter what happens to him he cannot even think of getting his family dragged to his underworld. As he settled in his car a message popped up on his mobile which made gave him evil smirk on his handsome face.

So hope so you guys have enjoyed today's chapter I know I'm not updating it regularly but very soon I'll so have patience and please do vote my chapters in my wattpad account and for feedback you can text me on my Instagram. Thank you signing off.