In the heart of the city, hidden beneath the facade of a legitimate business, The Khan held the reins of a clandestine empire as the elusive mafia boss. His name sent shivers through the underworld, and his empire, built on secrecy and ruthlessness, cast a dark shadow over the city.

His empire operated with precision, a well-oiled machinery fueled by loyalty and fear. Underneath the surface of the legitimate businesses he owned, illegal activities thrived – like weapon exporting and more often. And each contributing to the vast wealth amassed by the mysterious figurehead.

The city's underworld whispered about His enigmatic persona. He rarely appeared in public, preferring the shadows where his influence was most potent. His sharp mind, coupled with a penchant for strategic thinking, made him a force to be reckoned with.

"In this business, power is not given; it's taken. Loyalty is rewarded, and betrayal is met with consequences.", he spoke up in a firm yet calm voice.

His lieutenants, handpicked for their unwavering allegiance, carried out his orders without question. The loyalty they displayed was a testament to Murtasim's ability to inspire both fear and admiration.

His empire expanded beyond the city limits, reaching into every corner where illicit activities thrived. From the high-end clubs frequented by the elite to the dimly lit alleys where deals were struck in secrecy, his influence was felt like an invisible hand guiding the city's underworld.

Nobody saw his face till the date. Not even his companion. The Khan used to hide his face with a Black mask. All they know is that he has beutiful eyes. His voice hold a mix of strength and Firmness. His nature calm and anonymous. Nobody knows what his next move is.

Law enforcement danced on the edge of frustration, unable to penetrate the layers of protection surrounding Khan. He operated with a keen understanding of the system, manipulating it to his advantage while leaving no trace of his involvement.

"Power is not about making enemies; it's about ensuring they never see you coming. You're too young to understand all this", he uttered looking at a man who's standing in front of him with a scared expression.

Yet, amidst the chaos of his criminal empire, there were whispers of a mysterious past that shaped Khan  into the enigmatic figure he had become. Some said he made his name by himself, clawing his way to the top with sheer determination and cunning. Others believed he was born into a legacy of Royalty, inheriting his own kingdom.

As Khan's empire continued to grow, so did the allure of his legend. His name became synonymous with power, his masked face hidden behind layers of secrecy. The city trembled beneath the weight of his influence, a kingdom built on shadows and the echoes of whispered conversations.

And so, the elusive mafia boss, continued to preside over his raging empire, a figure of both fear and fascination, leaving a legacy that would linger in the annals of the city's dark history.

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A young man was leaning on the chair, his left  hand is behind his head and he was using the phone with his right hand. A slight smirk was evident in his face.

"MK kounse ghoda?", a man asked.

"Badal", he uttered.

"Woh daud nhi payega. Pichle dinon mein ho chuki har race mein woh Hara hai", the man said

"Mujhe explanations nhi chahiye. Maine bol Diya toh bol diya", he said in a ordering manner.

"Jaisa aap bolein", the man uttered before leaving.

"Iss khel mein koun kya karega yeh mujhe pata hai. Iss bar yeh aauda badal ke naam", he said with a smile.

As all the horses and their riders takes their palces. One horse was standing there without its rider. he stared at the racetrack. He was standing on the rooftop of a house, probably a farmhouse.

All the horses are running in a higher speed, jumping off from the milestones. But his horse, badal was in the last.

"Aur Khan Saab iss bar kya haarne ka irada hai?", an old business man joked placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Aap bhi malick sahab Kamal karte hain. Murtasim Khan kabhi Hara nhi hai", he said with a smirk.

"Yeh toh pata hai. Magar badal toh daudne se raha", mukhtar Malick joked.

"Badal daudta nhi hai, Udta hai", he said firmly darting his eyes towards the race track.

Malick mukhtar's eyes trailed his focus towards the race track. The silvery white horse, names badal was running towards the winning line.

3.......2.......1

"And the Winner is Murtasim Khan's horse Badal", this sound echohed in the area. He turned towards Malick mukhtar and starred at his eyes.

"Bola tha na, badal daudta nhi hai Udta hai"

He approached to his horse and gently caressed his head.

"Great job my boy", he said proudly.

The horse responded to his words.

"Baba and zaviyaar will be proud of you too. You're the best", he said to his horse.

His phone beeps suddenly catching his attention.

Someone said something serious to him. His eyes turn dark and his face was now occupied by anger and rage. He tighten his fist and said,

"Koun tha? Mere Logon ko kaho abhi nikle main bhi nikal raha hun"

******

A Metalic Black Mercedes Benz stopped infront on a huge building. A man came and opened the car door for their boss. The  golden lion designed cufflinks are complimenting his dark blue three piece suit perfectly. His hairs are set with gel and his mousetaches and beard was finely trimmed. His expensive shoes and glasses are making him more hot.

Loosing his tie he entered in the building. He walked towards a cabin. Some mans are in white and black suits following him with guns and many kind of weapons. He handed his coat to one of them and folded his sleeves . He opened the door without knocking.
A smirk escaped from his lips as he saw the man.

The man was in his late 40's sitting on the main chair.

"Khan saab he is the person who gave threat to Our sir", one of the member of white suit gang uttered.

He immediately kicked the man on his chest. Causing him to fall on the ground. He held his collar harshly and pointed his gun on his head.

"How dare you to threat my father. I'll torture you as much as I can, you'll beg me for death but guess what I'll torture you more until you you die", he said while greeting his teeths.

"Because your father snatched all the lands of mine", he uttered.

"Jhuth, you don't have any proof against him", he said putting his finger on the trigger.

The man got scared of him.

"I .. I just want my lands back", said Jalal Shah.

"Those aren't you lands, all those lands belongs to our family. Stay away from there. Understood?", he asked with a glare.

"Those are ours", Jalal Shah uttered angrily." You just can't take anything from me", he said.

Murtasim's blood boils.

"Shut your ruddy mouth off. We've documents of those lands. And without our permission you just can't sell the property to anyone", murtasim said.

"Those lands are ours", Jalal Shah said.

"Do you have documents?", murtasim asked.

"No"

"I've those documents in my name, cause all these lands are mine. Stay away from there or say good bye to yourself", he Warned and left his collar.

He walked towards his car again followed by his mans. One of his man opened the door and other one gave him his coat.

"Sir your glasses", one of his man said.

"Thanks asgar", he uttered with a smile.

As the car was rolling in the road again in a high speed. He looked at his phones screen.

5th May.

"Take a turn to the left", he said.

"Sir woh wala rasta to orphanage ki taraf jata hai.", his man said.

"Hum wahin pe Jaa rahe hain", he said.

His order is the rule for them. As they reached the orphanage. He get off the car.

"Zaviyaar, I'm here", murtasim said loudly.

Zaviyaar tuned towards him. They both hugged eachother.

"Bhai MK, inn sab ka kya karun?", zaviyaar asked showing him the beautifully wrapped gift boxes and chocolates.

"Asgar, Nafis aur Waleed yeh sab andar le jao aur bacchon mein baant do", murtasim ordered.

His mans took all the gifts and and chocolates and entered in the orphanage.

"Wait, umm.... 5th May. Her birthday? Am I right?", zaviyaar asked.

"Yes... It's her birthday", he said with a painful smile.

He walked towards the orphanage. All the Little Toodlers and babies are there. He was roaming around the orphanage. A five or six years old little girl collided with him.

"Aapko dikhta nhi hai kya?", she said.

A wave of old memories formed within his brain.

"Sorry Maine apko dekha nhi", he said with a chuckle.

He kneeled down to meet her level.

"Aapka naam kya hai?", he asked.

"Naseeb", the girl said.

"Bohot pyaara sa naam hai aapko", he said.

"Thank you", the girl uttered.

"Aapko chocolates pasand hai?", he asked.

"Haan, par haleema baji kehti hai ke daant kharab hote hain", she said.

He stands up and took her in his arms.

"Accha! Mujhe to pata hi nhi tha", he said.

"Aap kya brush nhi karte bhaiya?", she asked innocently.

"Umm hmm", he uttered nodding his head negetively.

"Aapko dekh ke lagta toh nhi hai. Bade saaf suthre ho aap", she said.

He laughed at this.

Zaviyaar came there and stopped near the pillar. He smiled as he saw his brother laughing after so long. After the leadership in the business industry, he almost forgot to smile.

"Zabby, come here. Meet this bundle of joy", he said.

"Arre, what's your name beta?", zaviyaar asked.

"Mera naam Naseeb hai uncle", she replied.

"Usse Bhaiya aur mujhe uncle wah", zabiyar said with a sad reaction.

"Accha aap bhi bhaiya ho"

Murtasim laughed.

They headed inside of the orphanage and got to know that one of the baby need a heart transplant which is so expensive. He willingly handed them a check before leaving the orphanage.

After that he drive the car himself and zaviyaar accompanied him. He was driving towards an abandoned area. The roads are chilled and dark even in the day light.

He stops the car. Zaviyaar came out of the car first.

"Don't say that we're here to explore this haunted place", zaviyaar uttered.

"No, I buy this plot some days ago. That's the reason we're here. I wanna built a house here", he said.

"A farm house for party and clubbing?”

"No a normal house, where people can live happily", he corrected.

"Are you going to stay alone?", he asked.

"Yeah"

Zaviyaar looked at him thoughtfully. Like he's scrutinizing something.

"Do you still miss her?", Zaviyaar asked, his expressions are serious.

"Umm.... Don't know", he uttered.

"Why are you lying? I know what's going on in your head bruh"

"You're the only person who knows everything about me", he said.

"Iss plot ke bare mein koi aur janta hai?", zaviyaar asked.

"Only baba Saab knows that I'm buying a land but he don't know where".

Zaviyaar was his best friend since childhood. Not only his friend but also his cousin. He's murtasim's uncle's only son.

"We've to go home, badi maa ka BP badh jayega", zaviyaar joked.

They both laughed.

******
"Meerab beta, I'm going, take care of you", her mother said kissing her forehead.

"Okay mamah", she nodded.

"Dawai le Lena waqt se warna bukhar sahi nhi hoga"

"Okay"

"Take care, I'm going now. Allah hafiz", nimra said walking towards the door.

As her mother shut the door Meerab huffed.

"Ufff, it's boring to stay at home when my friends are going to the road trip. Mere birthday Wale din hi bukhar aana tha", she said with annoyance.

After fifteen minutes Someone rang the doorbell.

"Aab koun aa gaya?"

She stands up from her place and start taking her steps towards the door.

"Wait I'm coming",

She opened the door but find no one there. A flower bouquet was present there. A note was attached with the bouquet.

She took the bouquet to her room after locking the door.

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Dear love,
   
                 Wishing you a very happiest birthday. You're the sunshine to my life and I love you more than anything in this world. I love you now and then and forever.
Enjoy your day miss rabbit.

Yours truly
Mask Man 

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She immediately opens a drawer. Taking a blue colour file she opened it, there are 3
More notes with same handwriting. She put the recent note on the file and again put it on the drawer.

Taking her phone she dialled her friends number.

"Bruh"

"You again got a note right?", Saba said.

"How did you know?", she asked.

"By hearing your voice. Wait I'm coming to your house", Saba said.

"Okay I'm making coffee for both of us"

"Cheeni Kam dalna I'm in my dieting era these days", saha uttered dramatically.

"Shut up"

After some times Saba came to her apartment. By looking at the flower bouquet Saba said,

"Hundred and one fresh red roses with a note. Umm... Interesting."

"What interesting?", she asked.

"Yaad hai? Puchle saal bhi thik aisa hi same bouquet tha, with hundred and one fresh red roses. Even the note was same. Yeh Banda Naya kyu Nhi likhta kuch"

"Chhoro na mujhe kya", Meerab huffed.

"Toh kis khusi mein yeh notes Jama kar rahi ho? Movie likhogi? 'My Obsessed Stalker' Hein?

"Not a bad idea Saba", she laughed.

"Where's Aunty by the way?", Saba asked.

"Kyun? Roast karna hai pichli baat ki tarah?", she said with a annoyed look.

"Nhi... Actually Haan"

"Sarr phad dena hai maine tumhara", meerab said.

"Mery coffee kahan hai?"

"Ek patient se coffee banwaogi tum? Khud banao jaa ke. Mere liye bhi ek cup"

"Chudail"

"Same to you miss Saba chudail ijaz"

"Cheeni kahan hai?"

"Zeher mila do", meerab huffed.

"Zeher kahan rakha hai?"

"Huhh.... Allah"

She headed towards the kitchen.

To be continue.....

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Hey peeps,

                  Hope you guys are doing well. Here's the first part of Unholy. There are too many twist and turns, so don't be confused.

                        Your author

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