Haider walked inside the torture cell and his eyes caught the attention of the middle-aged man who was currently screaming both in pain and help. He had his both hands joined in the form of forgiveness but the inspector had no motive to stop the beating yet without any new word from him.

"Why are you beating me...What have u done?... Why...why you guys have arrested me?...I...I haven't done anything," he was pleading as tears were falling from his eyes and his cries were reaching the roof.

"Every criminal says the same, you rascal," the inspector yelled and again landed a stick on his knee, perhaps which broke his kneecap.

That jerk. Haider thought.

When he would do his way with him, he was sure those whines of his would surely tear away the roof even.

Haider stepped ahead and raised a hand indicating his inspector to halt the torture for now. The inspector pulled away and gave him a jerky nod.

Haider bent a bit in front of the man's face. He was breathing heavily and moaning out of pain. But as soon as his eyes locked with Haider, they widened and he stilled.

"Cry all you want, you bastard. I love these sounds that are coming out of your dirty mouth when you cry in pain," Haider murmured sternly. His black eyes darkened more which shot a chilling sensation down the spine of the man.

Haider punched his mouth harshly and it caused a few drops of blood to sprinkle all around.

"Wh..what have I done? Why are you doing this to me?" The man rasped with difficulty.

A vicious smirk came across Haider's lips as he grabbed his jaw tightly. "You are a low-level bastard who has vile intentions and eyes filled with lust. And that too for someone who called you father  And I very well know how to take care of nasty people like you and make you screech like a poor frightened cat, you old hag."

Haider pounced his leg in his stomach and the man really screeched like a frightened cat. The torture of the all inspectors from earlier was another thing but his policeman had a harsh grim and brutal punches that almost made his teeth rattle in fear.

Haider straightened and turned towards his inspector. "Take him to lock up and give him everything he needs."

Panic lurked in Abid's eyes as the inspector approached him. He jerked him up but Abid managed to sneak away and rushed towards Haider. He held his knees.

"Please don't do this to me. I haven't done anything. She is lying. That bitch is lying to get me in trouble. It was she who was after me and when I didn't reciprocate, then she---"

Haider pushed him away sharply and then slapped his face. "Shut up!"

He yanked his jaw with his palm and looked into his eyes. There was fear and terror. That would have been the same for Ishmal when he tried to force her. This made Haider's blood to simmer and he closed his fist on his jaw. Perhaps his stern grip had made one or two of Abid's teeth to break as well.  He suddenly felt a need to burn his whole body with which he had tried to coerce her, pop out his eyes with which he laid a dirty look at her, and break his hands with which he touched her. And he would do that. He would surely do that.

"Take him away quickly." He left his mouth and ordered.

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Sitting in his office, he was checking some important files on his laptop. Ten days ago, a high-profile incident took place in Sheikhupura.

The young son of one of the prominent MNA of the government party was driving recklessly late at night. He was drunk and underage. He didn't even have any licence so driving alone like this was a crime and violation of rules. He was driving with a speed of 120+ and this caused him to run over his car at a motorbike. On the bike, a man was riding with his eleven-year-old daughter. Both died in the instant but the car driver ran away. CTTV footage clearly showed his car and the culprit was in front of the whole world but due to undue influence, the MNA tried to make peace with the family of the victim. However, the family wanted the killer of their sufferers to get punishment.

A few days ago, the wife of the victim came to Haider, begging him to serve them the justice. The MNA tried to involve the police with them too but Haider objected. He had always stood with righteousness and that was included in his vow that he would always do his duty fairly. Sheikhupura came in his own region hence he now planned to go there to check the overall situation. 

He closed the laptop and got up. Standing near the window, he glanced at the radiant sunlight making everything glow. His mind when diverted from work came again on her. Her silhouette formed in front of his eyes and then he sighed.

He knew his family must have found Ishmal missing. Even Unaiza knew what was the deal so she surely had told them everything. It was evident from the number of notifications he had gotten of missed calls and messages as soon as he restarted his phone. Now it was the time to tell them the truth. He first came here to take care of Ishmal's lascivious of a stepfather first.

"What were you doing, Ishmal?"

"I don't want to live here anymore. I want to leave. Let me go."

"So you were again trying to flee. Huh?"

"Let me go by straight way and this won't happen."

A twisted smile came on Haider's lips at this memory. And now she was really gone. She would never be back in his life. Soon they would get divorced and the only link which was between us would end too. 

After that, Ishmal could be with someone else. He would lose every right over her. Her beautiful smile, her light brown eyes, her golden hair; anyone else would be the owner to praise her. Someone else would have the privilege to kiss her plump lips, taste her, claim her as his own, be near her, and enjoy her company. His jaw twitched at this thought and he put a fist harshly at the wall.

What is that someone would be like her stepfather? Who would use her and wouldn't cherish and love her as she wanted? But who was he to think about it? All the time they spent together, he only gave her humiliation and hurt. And he knew if she would keep on living with him, that was what he would have given her again.

His door knocked, bringing him out of his uprising emotions. He turned around and said yes.

"Sir," an inspector said respectfully and saluted him.

Haider nodded in reply.

"Kareem, keep that bastard Abid Abbas in lockup. No kind of bail will for accepted for him. He will spend his whole life here," Haider told him, ruthlessly.

Kareem bounced his head in approval. "Yes sir."

"You can leave," he mumbled.

He needed some time to sort out everything and one thing was clear, he would not let that man have an easy life and death who tried to fulfil his nasty desires for Ishmal by scaring her.

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When Haider reached home, he was welcomed by his family waiting anxiously for him in the TV lounge. He spared a small look at them before slowly ambling inside. Unaiza hurried towards him.

"Haider Bhai..." She whispered.

"Where is your phone, Haider? Do you know how much we called you but you never answered? Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Aqia said angrily.

"I was busy," Haider mumbled.

"You were busy?" Aqia snarled in sarcasm. "That's what your explanation for doing all this. Where is Ishmal?"

Haider sighed and then removed the cap from his head before placing it on the sofa. "She has gone."

"Where had she gone? Where did you leave her? Where is she? What game you both were playing with us?" Aqia lost her cool at this?

"She has gone to where she came from, Mom. She didn't belong here. She didn't belong to me. To us," he replied.

Aqia tried to say something but Tashfeen stopped her.

"Tell us straight away, Haider. What happened exactly? Is Unaiza right? You did a contract marriage with Ishmal?" Tashfeen asked. As compared to his wife, he maintained his composure.

"She is right. That wasn't real. It was all to please you guys who wanted to see me having a tag of a married man. I hope it must have fulfilled your wish and you can see that this broken son of yours who has his ego rotten could never remain happy with a woman and a woman can never remain happy with your son either. And now you stop emotionally blackmailing me," he yelled at the top of his lungs.

But what he got in the reply wasn't a verbal answer, it was a harsh slap which landed on his face by none other than his own mother.

                 
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