Before you start the story you might want to recall the character from 43.3 (Tauheed) and 49.3 (Sarah) to continue this story.

I was going for a one shot but decided against it because this was too good to not be in chapters plus it's 50 STORIES NOW.

This is the biggest achievement for me and all of us.  Thank you so much :")

*whistles* - Just before we go in, Tauheed ain't my regular good boy character, he has flaws and he might say/do offensive things so bear with me until I knock sense into him. ;)

Let me know what you think throughout the chapter because I worked hard on this.

Your author,

Faiqa.

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He puffs the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it across the street still burning until some passerby gives him a disapproving look before stepping on the small burning flame knocking it off.

He sighs.

Placing his cold hand in his dark blue jeans leaning on the dark side of the street with his face barely visible under the black hoodie, he continued to examine the passerby as usual. The people all seem to say and believe they are normal and appear normal to each other and deep within them laid their demons, that at times even they are not familiar with.

He, however, was familiar with all his demons which gives him the liberty to work them in his favour. Just as always after spending a few hours in his loneliness trying to create an illusion for his mind, he starts to move away.

As he passing by an alley he heard the desperate cries for help and he looks around to people who give him the disapproving look simply for a cigarette, not even caring about the helpless cries of a person knowing what the cries might lead to if not heard and responded to in time and they simply choose the voices they want to hear and talk about and those which appear to them as not of their problems, they ignore them.

Even if it means so much more to the one crying.

He rolls his eyes at the absurd behaviour that never make sense to him as he starts to take another step forward when the cries intensify yet not a single soul went to help. He sighs for the millionth time turning around and into the alley as he finds the men hovering over a woman whose clothes were already ripped apart and her little of the virtue she was still preserving would be ripped off soon if he didn't act soon.

It took him approximately five minutes to knock out the three men, much to his dismay. Maybe, he needs to head to the gym as he was getting old (32) and the fact that he was ageing every day might just be a bonus to it.

He removes his hoodie closing his eyes as he throws it to the woman who wears it in a hurry and he finds her pants in the dark alley somehow handing it to her and with a whimper, she was good to go.

He knows for that fact, even when he had saved her tonight, people won't let her live it down. Even when she wasn't at fault and even when she didn't care to die tonight and just not leave alive if her dignity was taken tonight.

Sick minds and sick rules.

None of which he cares about.

"Leave". His voice was low and hoarse as the woman starts to move away, "Live".

His days consisted of the familiar occurring all the damn time.

"And I wonder what people boost about this modern world". He mumbles as he continues his walk to the different part of the city where people acts as this part doesn't exist within them

He taps his finger looking around the boring office which was his and he even manages to bore himself from it. Why hasn't he worked to make his office more pleasant? The answer is rather simple, if he were to work to make it pleasant he was meant to get tired of it eventually and had to change again and again.

He wasn't that free and the first words were a lie. He just doesn't see any worth in decorating this stupid room for no reason and spend on it.

He heard the door opening and he sighs again because this man just won't quit. He shouldn't have helped him get his woman then he wouldn't think of coming here whenever he likes it.

Zaheer Abbas.

He was meant to headbutt this man not have him as his ally. It would have been fun to have him as his enemy or competitor. Since all his other was plain and boring.

"Get out". He said spinning in his chair as he looks at the shelves behind him filled with honorary awards that he never deserved

He was not a hero. He wasn't even a villain. He was somewhere in between. Maybe he was creating a balance between the angel and the devil?

These awards and luxuries do not excite him. These are worldly pleasure, he knows, he wasn't dumb to devil tricks to have people submit to him. To create a world that he wants, he worked for centuries to understand human deepest desires to play with them. Aren't we all playing in his hands?

Perhaps.

We just don't want to believe it. And that ignorance will end in nothing better than ashes in the end which is near.

"You know what they are doing to the women in those chambers". Zaheer stressed and this man just worries about the whole damn world

He grunted, "A little too in detail for my liking".

"And for what reasons, if I am ask, are you not doing anything?"

"You may not".

"Tauheed". Zaheer said frustrated, "Those women don't deserve that kind of experiences".

"Possibly". He said thoughtfully, "But do you believe those women will be alright once they are out of that place?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't we all delusional? The one who is at the top believes that the one at the bottom is better than him. The one at the bottom believes the one at the top is better. We all believe someone and someplace else is better than where we are now and we continue to torture ourselves in that delusional belief".

"So, you are saying those women should stay there?"

"I don't know. Should they?"

"Get them out". Zaheer said stressing every word

"If I do get them out". He said spinning to look at Zaheer, "What will I get?"

"What do you want?"

He smirks sinful, "You should know better than to say those words so carelessly".

Zaheer clenches his jaw, "Unless it's something that can hurt my wife and family, I don't care what you ask for".

"Ah, that angel". He said grinning which earns him a glare from the man, "How is your lovely wife doing out of her cage?"

"Like any bird would"

"What might that be?"

"Learning to fly".

"That is fun to see?"

"Why don't you watch one and know it yourself?"

"Some day, maybe".

He exits his Buggati looking around and all he could think of just how many people have to come out every day. Why can't they stay in? He cannot even walk properly without being pushed around.

There he goes being bumped by someone as he walks in the cafe to have a little peace as the cafe slogan always says that. Before he could even sit on the seat at the very corner, he had to bump into a woman of all creature on earth.

What's with him and the woman?

His eyes take in the woman who he stands in front of his intimidating self and yet the woman doesn't seem to shut up as she goes on and on. He didn't hear a single word as the fire in her eyes as she glared at him one last time before marching off seem to catch him off guard.

Whose that?

He turns to look at a timid woman as he asked her for the whereabouts which made him realise that she wasn't timid after all.

In no mood of having the peace that he craves, he went on the hunt to find the woman who bumped into him and dare to straight-up scream at him for it.

It shouldn't be that hard. But, it can be dangerous. If the people he associates with come to know about his prey, they might take her before he could.

Not in the same way, of course. He never thought of the woman in the wrong way. That's one thing he had learned a hard way in his life. He just doesn't associate with them even if they want to.

Should he go after her? Or should he watch the faith play with him?

He chooses the lateral. If she was someone he was meant to cross path with, he will. Until then, he can simply daydream because no one can take that from him.

He just didn't expect it to come to him this fast.

Zaheer places the picture in front of him and he had to double-take it while keeping his composure to find the woman he has been thinking of was in the photo that laid on the desk.

The photo wasn't there for good reasons, it was for all the bad ones and he was sure it stirred the demons inside of him. For once, his demons were out of his control and he didn't mind.

"She is a friend of my wife". Zaheer said pointing to the picture, "They met a year back through a mutual friend".

"Cut the back story". He was anxious at this point

"She is taken".

His head whipped at his words as the fire brimmed in his dark orbs, "Taken?"

"Yes. My wife pointed that she wasn't answering her calls, messages and emails for a month". Zaheer explained, "I thought my wife was overreacting until I was searching for the peoples identities taken in the chamber and looking through the videos of the placing they were last seen".

"And?"

"She was the one. She was abducted through the alley while she was leaving with her grocery bags".

"In the daylight?"

"Yes. They are gaining power, Tauheed. If they manage to take her away without any care, you know they are becoming something strong and if we don't act, they will become something we can never compete with".

He slammed his hand on the desk shaking the furniture as it creaks under the force, "Then I will become something that they won't even think about coming across".

"What do you have in mind?"

"Destruction".

She looks around the girl almost without any clothes as the people around them experiment on them and they all were in some sort of cage.  She wonders what new journey her life was placing her in and all she could see in these women eyes is either hope or a dying hope.

When she first came in, she saw a woman take her life. It made her sick to the stomach which is why she was safe until now. Since she was physically not in the condition to provide the sexual services they wish from her and that they still have to train her, she was kept in a cage.

She looks out of the small window to the dying sun which takes away the hope with it because when nightfall is when the devil comes back to life in a stronger stance. She hates the devil. She truly thought at one point that the devil was the one enticing people but as she went through life she realised that people were the ones who allowed him that power.

They made the devil powerful.

And they all are paying the price of it. One way or another.

She heard the commotion for the first time since she came in because everything has the set routine as she learned in her short visit. She saw the eyes filling with hope when a few men in black appeared at their door breaking the locks around the different cages and of their door, in the end.

She stands behind everyone who rushes outside and she didn't want to risk anything. If something wrong were to come she would hear the women cry right? But she heard their joyful voices and she wonders if they were truly happy?

She hasn't felt happiness in forever. Her life was a continuous circle of something tragic hitting her. She often tends to blame everyone around her for it. First, her father for being an army officer and never caring for their family. Secondly, her mother for pressuring her into marriage. Thirdly, her husband dying early and leaving her alone to deal with everything.

She had blamed everyone and in a way she has blamed herself the most. Because all of this could be happening due to the heart she has broken. Maybe she was unworthy of happiness, love and care.

She has learned that all of those three things are near to impossible for a human to have. This world works with all the wrongs; hate, fraud, accusation and everything else that can be wrong and everyone witness at least most or all of them.

"Sarah?" She heard a deep voice coaxing her out her thoughts

Her head snapped at the voice looking at the man in the dull lighting and the moonlight falling onto him. She tilts her head looking at him confused as to how he knows her name?

"I am a friend of Zaheer. My name is Tauheed". He explained as if understanding her confusion

Was she that easy to read?

"H-How do I trust you?" She asked as her throat hurts because of having no water for a long time

He removes his coat when the little light showed that she was ripped off her clothes. He closes his eyes passing her the jacket and he knows how enraged he felt at this moment. He wants to rip someone apart and he will in a moment. He has other matter to deal with right now.

"Would a phone call to him be a good reason?" He asked softly watching the fear in her voice and he motioned his men to leave because he will have no man watch her in this state

He wasn't even looking at her in this state too. His eyes were shut and he turned around to allow her the privacy he can offer in this situation.

He dialled the number of the idiot and he answered it after a fifth ring. 

"Can you explain to Sarah that I am your ally?"

"She can hear me?" Zaheer asked in a hushed tone and he knows his wife must be around

"Yes". He said sighing

Zaheer took a sharp breath, "Sarah. He is my friend. He was the only one who could take you out of there and I sent him to you. Please trust him and leave with him for now. I promise I will come to see you soon".

She realised that she did feel the need inside of her to leave this place. Perhaps she understands the women who were forced here. If they were kept here willful, they wouldn't have felt trapped however they were forced into this place and they needed escape.

That's human nature.

Something forced upon them is always a frustration to them. If not forced then they can live in it with a little peace.

"I have sent the people away so you don't have to worry about them". He said as he walks out first for her to follow behind

He takes small steps with his tall built, he tends to walk faster than other people. He didn't want to risk her injuries if she has any and have her walk fast to match his pace and he definitely don't want her to be scared while walking out of here. So, in whatever that made sense to him, he did walk slower and closer to her.

For all the reasons about her and none for him.

He can lie straight through his teeth. He wanted to make sure she was ok and more things he wouldn't say.

She watches the whole place lighting in a big fire and burning to ashes from the luxurious car she sits in as they drive away. She wonders which new devil she was escorted to after escaping one.

She enters the empty villa with no human being in sight and the place sits holds the beauty of it. She didn't indulge in worldly pleasure and instead wonder about what she was supposed to do doing.

"Um, do you have any spare clothes?"

"What made you believe that I will have women's clothing hidden in my closet?"

"Your tendency to look good?"

He laughs at her words, "As good as I look from the outside, unfortunately, the women look on the inside and that has managed to drive away all the good ones".

"Not surprised". She said shrugging as she hugs his coat closer to her and she hasn't found him looking at her even once since they met, "But don't we all have something darkness inside of us?"

"Perhaps". He said softly, "And we want to hide it from the world. So, when someone as dark as us appear in front of us, we tend to hide away just like we hide our demon away".

"No one wants to display their demons to anyone".

"They don't. Which caused the destruction".

"Maybe the fact that no one acted when they should have caused it".

He shrugged wordlessly.

"I don't have women clothing". He said with a small smile, "I do have my clothes if you want them?"

She nodded.

"This is my room". He said opening the door stepping away looking at the floor, "Please, feel free to choose whatever makes you comfortable from my closet. You can either use my washroom if that's ok or you can head to the guest room to your right. There are spare toiletries in both".

"Thank you". She said with the overdue gratitude

He walked away leaving her to decide and she didn't choose the guest room. Simply because somewhere in her mind the man, his things and his aura give her the sense of safety she hadn't felt in a while.

He moves to sit on the couch in the lounge taking his tie off placing it on the couch. He opens the button of his shirt leaning on the couch with his eyes closed trying to calm himself down. He just hates the fact that people can't leave women be. Is it that hard? To let them walk, laugh and live? Are they asking for too much?

He took a deep breath because the more he thinks, the deeper he goes. He can't afford to lose himself right now. He walks towards the kitchen taking out some food to cook knowing she will need time to come out. Not that she will take time to dress but to dress the scar inflicted on her soul.

She might have not realised about the scar because of things that happened in a hurry. But she will find them soon when she is left alone because that is when everything comes to light, in the loneliness.

She cried. She cried for a long time as she remembers the time she was taken away and placed in the dirty place. She cried because she was tired of everything in her life at this point. She didn't let her mind wander on the negative because at least she was alive and safe again. There were much worse cases but the pain stayed within.

After a session of crying, she smelt the aroma of food and deciding that it was time for appearance, she went our following the aroma which made her realise how hungry she truly was.

She enters the kitchen to find him taking the two plate gesturing her to follow him. He follows behind entering the lounge where he places the plate.

"Which one will you take?" He asked looking thoughtfully at the plate

"What's the difference?"

"Even when I tried my best to make them equal. I feel like I missed a bit".

"You are overthinking".

"So are you".

She shut her mouth because she was overthinking everything especially his kindness to her. There were no other women here that were caged with her and why was he giving her the special treatment? What does he want from her?

She was clearly overthinking.

She sighs taking a plate sitting on the couch as she starts to eat and she didn't even realise the eyes set on her.

This was the first time he has set his eyes on her. This is the second meeting and the second time he was looking at her. She looked the same as she did that day- a little pale- not that he was complaining but she looks as beautiful as that day.

Beautiful must be the overused word, he would choose a word as dangerous as aesthetic. She was pleasing to look and speak to because she doesn't hold back as many wills.

"What do you want?" She asked turning to look into his eyes breaking the silence

"Simple. You".