DIRTY POLITICS

Chapter 5

Maryam found herself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, completely unaware of the man who was casting an unsettling gaze upon her as he approached. It wasn't until a firm grip clasped her arm, attempting to pull her away, that she snapped out of her reverie.

Startled, she lifted her gaze, only to meet the eyes of the man who had just entered through the door before her, wearing a lecherous grin that sent shivers down her spine.

'Abid chor de use time ni h is sb ka'
(Abid leave her, we dont have time for all this)

Maryam fought desperately to break free from the vice-like grip of the grimy man. His unkempt appearance and unsettling gaze sent shivers down her spine, filling her with an overwhelming sense of disgust. She could feel her stomach churn at the mere sight of him.

'Ise pata chl gya hai k hm khany me drugs mila re hn isko jany dena hai?'
(She has already seen us mixing drugs in food, are we really letting her go?')

Another man said he took a pause to look at her from top to bottom and continued.

'Isny ksi ko bata dea to'
(What if she tells someone?)

Maryam shook her head still trying to free herself.

'Na..hi btaogi k...si ko please m...je jany dein'
(I wont tell anyone please just let me go)

She stuttered badly out of sheer fear.

'Kia musibat galy par gyi hai. Abid isko sath le k jana prega isko na maar skty ha na chor skty hain'
(What a problem. Abid we have to take her with us, we cant kill nor leave her here)

Maryam felt a shiver run down her spine when the man made proposition of taking her with them.

In a sudden burst of instinct, Maryam sank her teeth into the hand that held her captive. The man howled in pain, loosening his hold just enough for her to break free. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly made her escape from the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sound of her fleeing footsteps echoed through the dark corridors as panic fueled her every stride. The silence seemed to amplify her fear, intensifying the haunting atmosphere. Each breath she took felt labored, her heart racing as if it were trying to break free from her ribcage.

Glancing back, Maryam's breath caught in her throat as she saw the men closing in on her, their determination evident in their rapid pursuit. The thought of being caught by them sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins. Acting on pure instinct, she made a split-second decision and took a sharp left turn, finding herself face-to-face with the entrance gate of the parking lot.

     Without a moment's hesitation, her mind consumed by urgency, she hastily dashed into the expansive parking lot, her eyes darting around in a frenzied search for assistance. Amidst scanning the surroundings, a glimpse of a figure's back caught her attention. Driven solely by her instinctive need for aid, she propelled herself towards him, devoid of any second thoughts.

              When the men saw her approach a man in the parking lot they cursed her existence and stood at a safe distance to watch her next move. If they tried anything now it would only cost them.

            

Startled and taken aback by the sudden interruption, Musa swiftly turned around, his attention shifting from his phone conversation to the unexpected presence behind him. As his gaze settled, he found himself locking eyes with the familiar face of the kid he had encountered just the day before. A mixture of surprise and curiosity danced across his expression, mirroring the questions that sprang forth in his mind.