Have faith in me I'm sorting the story. It may be confusing but I know where I'm going just not clearly.

The translation to Turkish dialogues will be given along the paragraph. All the dialogues are copy pasted from Google so if there is a mistake then let me know.

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The building was almost empty as most employees had left. Her floor was empty and silent. The slight tapping of her heels on the wooden floor resounded in the empty hall.

As she waited for the elevator she saw a shadow move from the corner of her eye. Her head turned to the side but found nothing. The familiar ding of elevator brought her out of her thoughts.

She walked out of the office building feeling her anxiety pipe up. There was something or someone wrong around her. The atmosphere was stiff and thick around her as something suspicious lingered in the air.

Her steps slowed down as the approaching footsteps fastened. In a spilt second her body was pushed forward as the man tried gaining on her. The semi dark parking lot made it hard to recognize even one feature of the man but his silhouette was expertly outlined.

She twisted her body around and elbowed the man off of her, she kicked him on his crouch making him groan and bend over. She pulled his head up and jabbed her knee in his forehead. She threw him on the ground and stepped aside a little.

"Who are you?"

She was answered by the man screaming and twisting her foot to make her fall on the floor. Their voices rang in the silent parking lot.

The man recovered from the blows and got on top of her in the matter of seconds his hands held her throat in a chocking grip cutting her air supply.

She coughed and tried to claw his hands off of her but that didn't work. Her eyes flared up with rage. She twisted from beneath him and kept her feet on either side of his waist. Blocking his position of leaning down on her. Freeing her hands she held his hands pulling them open as a groan left her mouth.

Kicking the man on the chest she pushed him off her alittle. His hands were still in his hold she started kicking him on his face. Her kicks fast and quick like an animals but after busting his face she got up from under him and got on top of him.

In a split second a dagger was pulled out of her coat pocket and pierced right through his arm. The man cursed and cried in pain as she twisted it still inside of him.

Her hand held his throat in a chocking hold making it hard for him to breath. Wiping the blood off of her chin with one hand she asked again.

"Who sent you?"

"I.."

"Who sent you?!" She yelled making the man flinch.

"He....." gun shot rang in the air as she got off of him ducking down dodging the bullets. Hiding behind her car she fired at the masked man who shot bullets from the black SUVs window. The man who formerly laid on the ground was about to run but a bullet pierced through the air and was lodged into his skull.

A bullet hit her hand making the gun to fall out of her hand but the car had gone by then. Driving was a tricky task as she drove using her left hand.

Reaching the hospital she was quickly attented to. Getting the hand bandaged and treated she drive home wincing occasionally.

Outside the gates of Osmani mansion her car was stopped.

"Ma'am your entrance is forbidden on the grounds. Osmani sir has ordered" the guard said bowing his head slightly. Anger aroused in her being as she heaved a long breath.

"Cut the crap. Open the doors" she ordered but the guard didn't move.

"We can't do that ma'am" he said politely. His gait looking unfazed but his eyes refused to meet hers.

"Open the damn doors!" She yelled hitting the steering wheel.

"Ma'am...." he said once again but she wasn't having it.

"Fine then" she reversed the car making the man step aside thinking that she'll leave but the screeching if tires made his eyes wide as she sped towards the gate swiftly.

"Ma'am no! Open the doors jalal!" The guard yelled at the other gate keeper to open the door before she crashing in it.

Screeching of tires resounded in the driveway of the Osmani mansion as she stopped before the large marble fountain that stood proudly in the middle.

The guards yelled for her to stop but she strode in the house banging the door open.

"What is this drama?" The booming voice of Shahid filled the hall as she walked inside furiously.

"Something you should've expected" she said standing infront of him as he stood on the ending steps of the marble staircase.

"What are you talking about?" The Disbelief in his voice made her scoff.

"I want my equal share in the company and the mafia" she said stuffing her hands in her jeans pocket.

"You have no share in my property" he said loudly. Sitara flinched behind him but stayed silent.

"I have and i will take it. It would be better if you give to me without a fight" Huda's words were fuel on blazing fire.

"You get nothing of what belongs to me!!" Shahid yelled making the fee eavesdropping maids flinch but the girl in question remained unfazed.

"War it is then" she said crossing her arms on her chest.

"You... A slacking woman can't do shit. Go cry in a corner. That's all that women know" he chuckled humorlessly making her clench her fist tightly to the point where her nails started digging in her palm.

"We'll see who cries in a corner Osmani. We'll see" her voice as cold as the Siberian wind.

"Talk to me with respect." He roared but that was ineffective because barking dogs seldom bite.

"You deserve none of that" she said stoically. Her steps rung in the momentarily silent hall as she ascended the stair towards her room

"Get out of my house!" Shahid yelled. Her gaze settled on Sitara who looked close to passing out. Her pale face have Huda the satisfaction she needed. The small sound of her gulping made her smirk even wider making sitara to take a frightful step back.

"I'm just taking my stuff. It's not like you're worth living with" she said raising her hands and nodding her head in mock surrender.

"Dilawar!" Shahid called his most trusted man who at once was at his service.

"He's not needed I'll manage on my own" she waved him off slamming the door of her room shut making Shahid to angrily push Sitara back as she tried to calm him down.

"I don't want to see her near the mansion nor the company. Now leave" Shahid said glaring at the closed door.

"Yes sir" dilawar said as he walked away as per his order.

Taking the things she needed, she headed out. Leaving behind almost nothing of their benefit she settled herself in her car. She called Haider to her apartment as she needed to discuss a few things.

"Book me a flight to turkey" she said leaning back in the sofa keeping her head on the headrest.

"Why are going to turkey? This is no time for vacations" Haider asked after she finished her command. His gaze fixated on her as he tried understanding that need but the only thing visible was the smoke that left her lips.

"Do as said. I also want my penthouse in Turkey ready. Chop chop" she said snapping her fingers. Dismissing him she made few necessary calls to execute her plan.

"This woman. Asfand get her penthouse ready I'll get the flight ready" Haider said shaking his head.

"Why is going to turkey?" Asfand the new member of the gang asked. He was a nineteen year old lad who had to join the gang after his father died to pay off the debt his father had taken.

"Drive boy. Drive don't ask much questions" Haider snapped as he went through his phone to book her a flight.

"Why are you snapping?" Asfand said making Haider glare at him.

"Ok. Fine. Sheesh stop glaring at me"

"Mind your own business next time. Kid."

"O...Kay" he said getting down from the car as they parked outside the warehouse.

"Scram" Haider dismissed him as he was finally done with booking her a flight.

"Tonight 4:30am" sending her the message he walked inside to check up on the new shipments.

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Landing in Istanbul was a chilling experience. The cold breeze of the ocean kissed her face gracefully. Her hair danced along the salty breeze of the ocean. Walking her way to the car sent to pick her up. The black suit shadowed her in the early morning sun.

Dark shades covered her abyss eyes from the world's sight. Paparazzi surrounded the car as it rolled out of the airport and why wouldn't it. As the infamous heir of Osmani clan had set her foot in the world more firmer than her father could ever.

The tires roll smoothly against the pavement as they got closer and closer to HZ corporates. Her reality and her hardwork.

Staff members were in their feet as they welcomed their boss. Her strides unmatchable and confident as she walked towards the private elevator.

Opening the door to her office a sense of pride filled her as the shimmering of the crystal paperweights caught her attention. Walking over to the desk she picked them up examining them.

The knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts.

"Girmek!". The heavy Turkish accent made her voice sound gruff but for the better.
(Come in)

"hoş geldiniz hanımefendi. umarız yolculuk stressizdir" the young man spoke with his hands formally clasped together on his front.

(Welcome ma'am. We hope the journey was street free)

"Evet cihangirdi. Kaybedecek vaktim yok Osmani imparatorluğuna yatırdığımız hisselerimiz hakkında kapsamlı bilgi istiyorum." She said turning around to face the man with her hands clasped back. He nodded his head as he left to bring the files at once. Laziness was not accepted, not in absence and especially not in her presence.

(yes it was jihangir. theres no time to loose i want compkete information about our shares invested in Osmani empire.)

The files were presented with the current percentage of investments made in Osmani empire. A major part of the empire was based on the big investments made by HZ corporates. The smirk victory spread on her lips. If she pulls her shares out they will be left with little to nothing, but that not enough.

Instructing cihangir on what and how to handle the share situation and taking over the remanents I f the company she caught up on what had happened and what she new projects were being proposed to the company.

As days passed and the documents were ready for the respective reasons and were sent for getting the current owners signatures.

The fine evening was chilly and beautiful with soothing shades of blue covering the sky and the sea. She sat in one of the finest cafes of Istanbul looking over the sea as the woman in blue over coat clashed against the relaxing blue of the sky. Her auburn hair looked marvellous against her porcelain skin with those magnificent blue eyes.

"Seni buraya ne getirdi?" Ayşe asked placing her cup of coffee down on the table. Her blue eyes assessing her childhood friends figure as the mysterious lady gazed at the sea.
(What brings you here?)

"Bana yardım etmeni istiyorum" Huda replied turning her gaze to the only true friend she ever made that too unexpectedly.
(I want you to help me)

She met Ayşe when she moved to turkey nine years back. The heartbreak, broken trust had turned her into an empty shell. She was sent away to live in a foreign country on her own because her father couldn't bother with knowing the reason behind her short temper. Ayşe and get started of as eachother's bullies and enemies but as time passes by they turned out to be friends in the shell of enemies. She lived with her and learned from her father how to handle a mafia. Turkey's biggest Mafia to be precise and Ayşe being his only child was now the leader of it. Nejat. Ayşe's father was the reason why Huda was a threat to Shahid since according to his plan she wasn't suppose to be as sharp as she had become.

"İstemek mi, ihtiyaç mı?" She asked making Huda look at her from the corner of her eye. The smirk on Ayşe's face was enough for Huda's own lips to stretch in a smirk.
(Want or need?)

"Kimseye ihtiyacım yok. Sadece bir yedek plan olarak orada olmanı istiyorum" she replied keeping her elbows on the table and clasping her hands together.
(I don't need anyone. I just want you to be there as a backup plan)

"Plan nedir?"
(What's the plan?)

"Oyuncuları oyna". Ayşe smirked as she slowly caught the hold of what Huda told her. Osmani was a mutual pain in the ass and anything against him was appreciated.
(Play the players)

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Zuhaib sat in his office with a smug look on his face. His father had transferred all his property to his name. What could he ask for. Power, money and fame. He had it all. Now he was the new face of the Osmani clan. The new owner of Osmani empire. He was the boss.

The grey room with a huge a glass wall was illuminated by the subtle sunlight that poured into it. The wide glass table was filled with papers and documents making him groan and clutch his hair.

He wasn't used to this much work. Possessing the property meant taking care of all this work. It wasn't that he didn't know all this infact he used to be a brilliant lad but the lousy addiction to alcohol and taste of clubbing ruined a great sensible man.

It was getting hard. Hard to handle without having to drink for hours straight. According to his father this would help him get rid off his addictions but what runs in the blood seldom dies.

He was startled out of his misery by the knock on the door. Yelling a come in he tried to make himself look busy but in reality he couldn't focus in the words written in the file.

The door opened and Haider strutted in with files tucked in his forearm. His gait strong and attention as he strode towards the main desk. Standing in front he waited for Zuhaib to acknowledge him. From his eyes he could see how ridiculous he looked trying to read that file which he was holding upside down.

"Sir these documents need your signatures" he said rolling his eyes. The files were from their Ally. They needed atten. They've been here since the past four days but it seemed as though his assistant hadn't presented these to him.

"What are these?" Zuhaib asked putting he file down as his head started hurting.

"These are documents related to the new firearm shipment" Haider explained opening the files.

"Why do you need my signatures. Huda-." Zuhaib stopped himself as he almost uttered the cursed name.

"Leave them here. I'll see through them and then sign" he said straightening himself.

"I would've done exactly as told but this is an urgent document and in the absence of Huda and your father you'll now have to sign them immediately" Haider tried again. He couldn't understand why Huda had ordered him to get these signed hastily.

"Give them to me. Where do I have to sign" aggressively snatching the file from Haider's hand Zuhaib opened them and signed where Haider pointed at.

"Anything else?" He asked pushing the file away.

"No that would be all. Thankyou" Haider took them with him checking all the documents once again.

Zuhaib leaned back in his chair heaving a sigh. Bringing the remainig bottle of whiskey he downed in one go feeling the liquid burn down his throat destroying his organs.

He lifted his gaze up to meet his secretary's seducing smirk. He smirked before beckoning her forward. The files. The work. The papers long forgotten. The business. Long forgotten.

"The signatures are done. What next?" He asked on the phone as he exited the building.

"Nothing now we wait for the right time"

"You'll regret every sin you've committed ever in you life Osmani" she laughed seeing the picture perfect Osmani family burn to ashes in the form of a picture..............

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

Here is another update. I know that this story is a little confusing but since there are two plots in one story it will get jumbled.

For the romance lovers. All I have to say is wait. I'll throw that bomb directly at you at once 😉 so you'll see that. The only reason this story will be longer is because of the execution of two plots.

I hope you like it. I have alot coming your way😉😉. I now know where I'm going 😂😂😂.....

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