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"Destruction was their fate all along.
Afterall they mistook the wrong
woman to be weak "

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The sound of bullets flying surrounded them as the guards tried to keep the masked assassins away from the main door of the mansion. The large glass windows were broken and holes could be seen in them. Expensive artifacts and furniture was damaged making Shahid to slide down on the floor clutching his hair. The Khan's were escorted to safety away from the scene leaving the Osmani's in their doom.

That wasn't all if he thought that it was. A phone call destroyed mad ehis eyes bulge out. It was dilawar who called straight from the burned warehouse.

"What?!" Shahid yelled making the people around him to stare at him in confusion. Strings of curses left his mouth at the news.

"Boss. All the firearm for the next shipment is stolen while the shipment was on its way to the port and the remaining of the drugs that were left hidden had been burned down along with the warehouse." Dilawar flinched as his boss yelled profanities at him after hearing the news.

"And where were you when all this happened? You useless pieces of shit. The... The confirmation slip wasn't signed was it? The order wasn't confirmed was it?!" He yelled as a little hope struck his mind. If the scorpions weren't given a confirmation slip they wouldn't be expecting the shipment and wouldn't have transferred the money.

"Boss.."

"Speak you imbecile!"

"Zuhaib sir had signed those papers and the amount had been transferred in the accounts. They were expecting the shipment to be dispatched yesterday when all this happened. The... They have gotten the news of the heist" dilawar said his voice wavering thinking of his boss's reaction.

"Fuck!" Shahid slammed his phone on the ground as turned to his wife.

"Where is that idiot son of yours?" He yelled making Sitara flinch and step back.

"I.. I don't know" she stuttered as Shahid took threatening steps towards her. In his rage he slapped her making her fall to the ground nursing her cheek.

Sitting in his office Shahid clutched his salt and pepper hair. His shoulders hunch as he thought of how he'll pay the ally gang back. The thought of taking some money out of the company and selling shares invaded his mind. He hastily picked the phone and dialled his accountants number.

"Sir what you're saying is impossible. The company who had invested the most in our empire had withdrawal their shares and the partnership dissolving documents have the sign of the current CEO of the company. We're already going bankrupt as the company is not making much profit and if we do sell the remaining shares they won't fulfill the amount that you require. Either way there's no chance of getting anything out of this." Shahid felt his chest tightening as he heard of that. The decision of handing the company over to Zuhaib was now doubtable. All the work was always done by Huda who didn't let the father and son trio realize how tricky this all was and now as she was gone to god knows where he realized that he's left empty handed.

"Zuhaib!" He banged his hand in the table in rage as the embarrassment of having an insolent son settled in.

"It's all your fault. You made him the mess he is today" he yelled at his wife who was watching him with scared eyes.

"I..."

"Sir" Haider walked in the door after knocking as he interupted yet another fight. Since the past three days the couple has been fighting and arguing. Three days was all it took for him to loose everything.

"What?!" He yelled glaring at his wife.

"The bank manager is here" Haider replied in a clipped tone.

"Send him in" he said sitting on his chair.

"Hello Mr Osmani my name is Asad sherazi. I'm the manager of national bank." The ken shook hands as Haider stood in a corner with ease.

"Nice to meet you Asad. What brings you here?" Shahid asked trying to himself composed.

"Before we start of any conversation I would like you to have a look at this contract" Shahid took the papers from the man as he read through it. His mind jumbled up and the words refused to settle in. Everything was going wrong even now.

"What is all this? What do you mean confiscate my property?" Shahid's yelled as the papers fell from his hand.

"Mr Osmani I'm sure you as a businessman know that wherever someone takes a loan from the bank they have to sign a contract that if the said person is not able to pay the amount in a given time or goes bankrupt has to face alot of loss. In your case. The loan was to be returned a few weeks prior to this day. Your company had gone bankrupt and as the bank loan policy the bank will have to confiscate your property. This is your notice to evacuate the place within two days. The bank has as par the contract sold this property to the new owner. They would be here to check the property soon." the manager did his job and had left a bewildered Shahid. It was near to impossible for Shahid to grasp onto what had just happened.

"Have you found her yet?" He asked silently. His voice weak and barely a whisper.

"We can't locate her sir. We don't know" Haider replied as his phone rang.

"Your son is in my hold Osmani. This heir of yours will have to pay for what  you've stolen from me." The chilly voice of a woman was unrecognizable at the moment.

"Who are you? And what do you want from me?" His voice coming out in a quiver.

"Everything that doesn't rightfully belong to you. Everything that you had stolen from your wife. Natalya. You do remember her right. The woman you killed in cold blood for the sake of this property and Mafia." his blood ran cold as the name rolled off of the woman's tongue.

"Who.... Who a... are you?" His body started shaking visibly as he fell to the ground.

"That weak, slacking woman's daughter. Natalya Osmani's daughter. The real and rightful heir of this empire. Huda Osmani." Shudders slipped down his spine as the name of his deceased wife filled his ears.

" You didn't think. Stealing your wife and father in law's money. Taking over their property by fraud and ending them soon after would let you enjoy life to the fullest did you?" The haunting voice and bitter truth made shivers spot up his spine.

"I suggested peace but your ego thought otherwise. A war with your own blood is never a good option Osmani. It knows where to strike" rage filled his viens as that smirk on her lips could he felt through her voice.

"You whore. You killed your mother. You are the bastard here. You can't destroy me you hear it. I'm Shahid Osmani a name worth fearing....." Laughter cut his rant off as the humorless chuckle froze the blood flowing in his viens.

"I never pulled the trigger Osmani. Fool someone who you hadn't spilled the truth to after a few shots. Even then you shot the bullet and blamed me. The woman who gave birth to me is resting peacefully in the grounds of that old Osmani mansion which you left after your deeds. You don't even deserve death. Taking your wealth away is enough to destroy you. A  Shallow man with a shallow ego" she tsked at the end hearing the line go dead.

Shahid slammed the phone on the ground as people burst into his office. The men were masked and tall with intimidating broad physiques.

"What... What are you doing? Dilawar! No stop!" His voice was muffled after they put a black bag over his head. He could hear the cries of his wife and roaring of his guards, the few that stood loyal to him.

Him along with his men were abducted and taken to god knows where. His cries were silenced by the butt of a gun hitting his head. It was going to be a long ride for what life had in plan but fate wasn't ready to fastened the process of it.

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"işin bitti mi sıradaki ne?" The question was asked by Ayşe who lounged on Huda's bed as if it was her own. The woman in question stood infront of the glass walls of her room looking at the bustling city under her. A glass of wine held in her hand while the silk robe slipped off of her shoulder.

(Your work is done? What next?)

"Hiçbir şey değil. Ben izin verene kadar adamlarının onlarla eğlenmesine izin ver" she said looking over her shoulder and winking at her friend.

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Nothing. Let your men have fun with them till I allow)

"O senin baban Huda. Yaptığın şey için biraz pişmanlık duymuyor musun?" Ayşe asked her eyes held tab bit of sadness as no matter how bad or psychotic Shahid was he was still her father.
(He's your father Huda. Do you not feel tad bit of remorse for what you're doing?)

"Soru. Gerçekten babam mı?" Huda's voice was a heavy whisper. Her eyes hardened as the memories of her mothers dead body filled her mind. Memories of Shahid spilling the bitter truth onto her fresh wounds.
(The question is. Is he really my father?)

"But... You... You're my father. How can a father be so cruel to his daughter. What had I ever done to you baba?"
Cried the fifteen year old girl who couldn't believe that she was being punished for something she knew nothing of. She didn't know what she had done wrong this time. She had completed Zuhaib's homework and all other assignments. She had done everything she had on the list of her chores, that included cleaning the blood of her mother that was spilled on the ground of the basement.

"You're not my daughter. I only have one child that is Zuhaib. You're not mine" he spat on her face as his voice slurred under the effect of strong alcohol he had consumed.

"You're lying. You're just angry at me. I'll make it up to you but don't say such stuff" she begged. Tears. Precious years slid down her cheeks as she did so kneeing in punishment for what? she didn't know.

"You're not my child. That whore of a mother you had chose my brother over me why just because he had all this. Just because my father disowned me. Too bad his time was up by the time I got ahold of your father's throat. That scoundrel died but left his child behind. That mother of your kept you a secret otherwise I would've made sure you wouldn't see this world" he smashed the glass on the floor near her knee making her flinch. Her sobbing turned into violent hiccups while the glass shards pierced her hand as he slammed her hand onto them.

"Scram you whiney whore....."

"ne demek istiyorsun?" Ayşe's voice brought her out of her thoughts. She relaxed her shoulder and the hold around her glass.

(What do you mean?)

"O babamın piç kardeşi. Kardeşini öldürdü mülk için karısıyla evlendi, onunla ne olduğunu anlamaya başladıktan sonra onu öldürdü. Ben Huda Zafar Osmani. Huda Shahid Osmani değil. Bunların hepsi babama aitti. Yanlış bir şey yapmadım, sadece tarihi tekrar ettim ve Viola tüm parçalar yerine oturdu" her reply was stiff and an understanding ohh escaped Ayşe's lips. By the end a vicious smirk was resting on her sinful lips as she took another slow and satisfied sip of her drink.

(He's my father's bastard brother. He killed his brother married his wife for the property, killed her after she started realizing what had happened with her. I'm Huda Zafar Osmani. Not Huda Shahid Osmani. All of this belonged to my father. I did nothing wrong, just replayed history and Viola all the pieces fell into place)

"Ama şimdi ne olacak?" The girl in the bed asked stuffing her mouth with popcorn as her eyes stayed fixed on screen.

(But what now?)

"Şimdi ait olduğu yere geri dönecek" Huda replied turning around to face her friend.
(

Now he'll go back to where he belongs)

"Nerede?" Ayşe asked.

(Where?)

"Sokaklar"

(The streets)

The girls shared a hearty laugh as they binged on their favourite shows together. Life was peaceful and serene in the moment. Two friends, one room, a fine bottle of wine and the chilly cool weather. Just perfect.

Turkey and Ayşe's friendship were two things that revived Huda Zafar Osmani. The cheerful and ligh hearted moment was rare and full of the innocent beauty of youth.

After a while Ayşe's left as her father had summoned her home for some work. Left alone in her penthouse she changed into her favourite peace of lingerie and enjoyed the fine evening by herself.

Forcing the bottle of wine away from herself so she doesn't overdose on it she was about to go to bed when the bell rung................

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

So the response I got on the previous chapter made me give you an update earlier otherwise i would've updated orphic but I thought I'll give my lovely readers a treat.

Also if there are any mistakes or typos that's because my phone's glitching a lot.

I hope you enjoy. For those who miss Aaban don't worry he'll be here soon. Now it's going to be all these two don't worry.

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I hope you like it untill next time

Allah Hafiz ❤️💞

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