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His keen eyes were even though focused on the customers coming over to him but the vigilance in them had only one focus and that was Nelo's smile and the way she dealt with different consumers as a good waitress. The headphone in his ear was concealed from the naked eye to see and the continuous information he got from here was commendable.
The mission was very close to being achieved. It had been a week since he and Nelo had been here, working as a bartender and waitress in different clubs of Red Tuna Gang. The camera hidden beneath Nelo's shirt was capturing many moments of customers taking many different drugs and recording it. This would speed up their plan as to reveal this gang's illegal business in front of the whole world.
The next step from here was very crucial and it would give them the final victory.
Masab was sure they would ace this mission as usual.
When back to his living place, he got a call from the boss.
"How's the things going?" He asked.
"Very well, Sir. We have made the leader believe in our fake identities. Agent N is capturing all the pictures of different drugs and drinks which are used illegally here and are exported to different countries. I am just waiting for the right time to attack without any fear," Masab told him, diligently.
"That's a great development. I expected this from you, A. You are very capable."
He curtly smiled at this compliment. "Thank you, Sir. I won't disappoint you."
"What about the drug delivery from this gang to different countries expected?"
"As far as I know from how much information I got, it's in two days, " he answered.
"Are you ready for it?" The boss inquired.
"More than ready, Sir. I have made all the necessary preparations. You will see that success will be in our court for sure, from Allah's will."
"In Sha Allah. I have full belief in your abilities, A. This picture thing was very tacky and it might not give us what we need. But our country is more important than ever for us. We need to focus on our own hometown. The final attack should be meticulous, crisp, and without any mistakes."
"This is what would happen, Sir."
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Farkhanda entered the garden with a trolley of tea and refreshment that morning. She delighted seeing the happy faces of everyone present there. Bi Jan was the one whose every pore seemed to be relishing. Shah Zaman sat there, looking powerful and sharp wearing a crisp white shalwar kamez with a shawl. Shehwar Begum was seen talking something to her daughter Dania while the mother and son were busy in their own chats.
Farkhanda dragged the trolley in front of the happy family. Everyone was present here except Shah, the only son and heir of this family.
"Farkhanda, Shah is coming this weekend to the village after a year from abroad. You are the head worker here. You should get the haveli decorated for this occasion. Everything should be according to what Shah likes. The meal should be of my grandson's preference. He should be very happy seeing the arrangement," Bi Jan told her.
She smiled. "Of course, Bi Jan. I will leave no leaf unturned for the welcome of Shah Sahab."
Shah had gone to abroad for a training for a year and now he was coming back. Moazzam Noor wanted to retire now and give his crown to his son as he had grown to be a powerful and strong man, competent for taking care of their work. And of course, an heir needed a wife and children too. They were planning to find a beautiful bride for Shah as soon as he got back to his hometown.
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Their parents themselves came to the airport to bid them goodbye. When the check-in was announced, both the sisters hugged their parents before they left. As there was some time in boarding, Andaleeb walked through the corridor, taking in the nice scenery. Her mind however only revolved around Aurang. How nice it would have been that he would be there with her. She would have gotten married to him with her parents' approval and they would have gone on a honeymoon. But everything was ruined just because of some twisted ideologies and mindsets of her elders.
The time had passed but the minds were still lurking in the past. Her parents considered her an apple of their eyes yet they didn't respect her wish to marry someone she loved. She sighed before coming back to Daneen who was taking photos. For some reason, she was happy that they were going to the USA. Her own surroundings always made her recall Aurang and it made her crave for him more. With the addition of another nuisance like Mohid who would irritate her with his demands as a fiance. Though after their one meeting where he asked her about her opinion of this marriage, he never contacted her but perhaps he would do the same again.
"I am very sure that we are going to America. Yes, it's not the first time but you and I are going for the first time together and it's so thrilling," she chimed in excitement.
"Well, we aren't totally alone, Andi. He is with us," Daneen chuckled and gestured with her eye towards a bodyguard whom Sultan had arranged for their trip for their safety.
He was almost of their father's age and they knew him since they were children.
"We'll see the old uncle. No worries," Andaleeb grinned.
Daneen narrowed her eyes. "Bad manners. Don't call him like that."
"I didn't say anything wrong though."
Daneen shook her head as she smiled. "Let's go and enjoy these single days, my sister."
"Of course!" Andaleeb glowed. "Well, they aren't single for you though. You are going to your in-laws and you will meet your fiance." She winked at Daneen.
Her sister's face became red with shyness.
"Ohh." she coed. "All the excitement was for this. Hmm?"
"Don't say nonsense, Andi. Come let's take a selfie together."
She knew Daneen was very timid and she had changed the topic but she complied and posed for a selfie.
She wished for a very good time in the USA. But who knew it would change her life for forever?
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