Sadqay Tumharey (18+) | Completed ✔️

Chapter 19

Amid the power plays and political maneuvers, Miraal's presence was an enigma that fascinated and puzzled those around her. Her meetings with the politicians were shrouded in an air of calculated determination, her every word a thread expertly woven into a complex web of manipulation. With each meeting, she revealed a side of herself that was both cunning and shrewd, a testament to the transformation she had undergone.

Fear lurked beneath the surface of her confidence, a constant companion that she dared not acknowledge. The men she dealt with were no strangers to the art of manipulation, and she knew that she had to tread carefully. As she looked into their eyes, she couldn't help but remember the times she herself had been manipulated, used as a pawn in their political games. But now, she was the one who held the reins, the puppeteer pulling strings to serve her own motives.

Her cleverness was a double-edged sword, a weapon she wielded with precision. She played with their perceptions, feeding them half-truths and carefully chosen words that led them to believe what she wanted them to. Just like they had used her, she used them in return, turning their own tactics against them. She played with her family's loyalty, weaving a narrative that painted her as the savior of the Mir clan, the one who would restore their former glory.

In the meeting room, she stood tall and unyielding, her words dripping with a mix of sarcasm and cold logic. "These years, Khan was alerted on time because they were on Khan's side," she asserted, her voice carrying an air of authority. "The guns were provided to the villagers by Khan, but the main supplier was MIE. They have tried keeping you away because it was better for the man they are supporting."

Disagreement rippled through the room, but Miraal's laughter cut through their protests. "Aise aadmi ki kirdar m kaise yaqeen karsakte jisne apne dushman ko apni mohabbat mai giraftaar kardiya taakey woh uska istemaal kar sakey." Her words were laced with a biting irony, her eyes locking onto theirs with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.

The men were skeptical, their voices laced with doubt. "Abraar Khan is way ahead of us, he knows everything and let me tell you, he doesn't care about the villagers," she declared, her gaze unwavering. "He only cares about his revenge."

The room buzzed with tension as they exchanged glances, grappling with the weight of her words. "Are you sure?" one of them asked, his voice hesitant.

"Yes," Miraal affirmed, her gaze unflinching. "If we somehow prove this to the villagers that the attacks were all done by Khan, then we can get our glory back."

"But what about the attack done by Mir Mehmoud?" another questioned.

"About that... Don't worry, uski bhi maafi maangenge hum," Miraal replied, her voice a soothing balm. "Magar we will no longer hide. Mirs don't need the MIE. They have existed for decades without any ally. We just need our former glory back."

A spark of curiosity ignited in their eyes as they questioned her further. "How can we get the glory back?"

Miraal's eyes gleamed with determination, her mind a whirlwind of calculated strategies. "A few years ago, my father had built a mobile tower in the village, which people never forgot. Why not do something similar but on a larger scale? Let's find problems they need solutions to and resolve them."

"You mean like a trade?" one of them ventured.

"Yes, a trade of trust and a relation, until we get our space back in the village," Miraal confirmed, her smile sly and confident.

"Saira, I still feel you are on Khan's side," one of the men voiced his doubt.

"Really? That's fine, because you guys need me right now," she responded coolly, her eyes holding their gazes with a mix of challenge and allure.