"Ofcourse"

"And how exactly are you going to do it? By keeping them in front of Amaan while his hands are tied back?" She mocked

"Don't use that tone with me. Atleast i did something. You backed off and then showed up at last moment."

"Fine. Sorry! I just don't see the reason why he will agree" she reasoned

"Haya will make him agree or she knows very well what i am gonna do" Nadir replied whilst looking at Haya who muttered curses under her breath

"And what are you going to do?"

"I am gonna kill him" he answered

"You got to be kidding me?" Daila's eyes widened in horror

"I went to this extent. You think i will hesitate in killing him?"

"No you won't. But you can't kill him. I am here with you because i want to be with Amaan which i can't if he is dead" yelled Daila

"Don't worry. Haya won't let him die. Right Haya?"

All he received in answer was a cold silence.

"You two still haven't decided? God! You both are so stubborn" Nadir said and walked to one corner of the room where laid the wooden log. He picked it up and again walked to Amaan.

"What are you doing?" Daila asked

But Nadir didn't need to tell her when he could easily show her. Lifting it up, he jabbed it into Amaan's ribs, making him cry in pain.

"Fine! You want to torture him to get them sign the papers? Do it. But i can't see it. I will wait outside" Daila said and closed the door behind her as she left the room.

Her eyes again fell on two guys working for Nadir and then the back door. She smiled as she knew exactly what she had to do. Although it was a risk, but it was worth taking.

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"Fine! We will sign the papers! Just stop now!" Haya yelled

"What?" Amaan wanted to yell but couldn't as the pain through his body drained him of all the energy.

"Just the words i wanted to hear" Nadir smirked in victory

"No!" Amaan objected

"You wanna die?" Haya asked

"I am not dying"

"You will if he doesn't stop. Sign the god damn papers"

"Never"

"He will come around. But for now, you sign them." Nadir picked up the papers and put them in front of Haya

Opening the ropes that were holding her hands tied, he offered her the pen "Go on!"

Giving him one of her signature glares again, she stared at the papers in front of her, wishing them to disappear in thin air somehow. But there was no magic involved. They stayed rooted to their place.

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