Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty eight•~~

The direct and to-the-point punishment of this would be death. If you wouldn't act according to what was expected of you, no second chance or plea would work. They would cover you up from the scene like you never existed. But that wasn't anything that could put Masab into any second thought. When he loved Andaleeb, then he pledged to do anything for her, and death for her was the bare minimum.

"Thanks for your kind words, Sir. I hope you make you always proud like this," he asserted, taking the turn that would lead him to his mansion.

"We'll be throwing a party soon then, In Sha Allah," the man on the other side chortled. "We need your hacking skills this time. Only mind and cunningness. Not violence, no muscles, and no blood bath. Only a presence of mind. Among everyone, I consider you the most capable of hacking into any system, A."

"You can rest assured, Sir. I'll give my best. What, where, and how?" He inquired.

"The nuclear power has recruited a new team from Balochistan for a new nuclear testing. However a foul play was detected and many signs aren't going towards any positivity. There are so many loose ends that are making us suspicious. One of them is the sudden surge of export of metals from our storage. We can call it most appropriately the smuggling of Uranium and other important metals and a few pieces of evidence of their selling in the black market. We want to be assured of it by finding any foul play beforehand. Who knows, some enemy is funding that team, and we are turning a blind eye to it. I want you to become a part of that team by inducting you as a local and hacking their system to find out any foul play. A. We'll discuss the rest in person."

Masab ran his index finger over his stumbled jaw. The mission was different, tricky, and a bit dangerous two. However, danger made the thing more fun and enjoyable. "You'll find me devoted to the mission, Sir!"

"As expected from you. You are a very hard-working man, A. So proud of you."

"I'm grateful Sir!" He replied and then their conversation ended.

His mind, when diverted from the work again, landed on the thought of Andaleeb. The first thing he needed to do was to talk to his family about his nikkah, which he needed to do as soon as possible.

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The familiar surroundings of her room didn't even make her feel at home as well. An unwanted weight had been lying on her heart since she reached the room. Seeing her parents so devastated and actually taking her as a victim did the rest of the work. Andaleeb had lived away from the protected walls of her house for almost one and a half months. But now the same walls seemed foreign to her as though she was never a part of it.

When she was a captive at Masab's mansion, she had always thought that once she would find a way out, she would be relieved but now there was nothing like that. Her parents didn't seem happy seeing her. They seemed more distressed and scared. She had always remained very confident and strong.

As opposed to her sister, her parents never found any need to care for her protection because they knew she would do that for herself. But now, watching them so apprehensive and anxious for her, like she wasn't their daughter anymore but a broken, hurt,t, and weak paper doll who was perhaps a burden on them, slashed her heart. Her father didn't even see in that state properly because he thought that she had those scars from the time of her captivity on her body and soul, which he couldn't be able to see.

That wasn't the Andaleeb Sultan that she wanted to see in herself. The girl earlier wished to become a strength for her family, not someone for whom they would have to collect the broken pieces.