It was raining heavily in the city. The atmosphere was overwhelmingly cold and calm, with a gentle and refreshing breeze sweeping through everywhere. Although it was only around 5 p.m., it looked as dark as night because of the thick cloud cover. In such weather, everyone was tucked in their bedrooms, lying under blankets, and the entire house was silent.
The Suspicious Car Conversation
Inside a parked car were two women engaged in conversation. One of them was Hafsat, and the other was a beautiful, unfamiliar woman dressed in an elegant ash-colored lace dress. Her appearance showed she lived a life of luxury. She sat in the driver's seat while Hafsat was beside her.
The woman said calmly,
> "I was lucky to get your address and find you easily. I hope you’ll help me achieve my goal."
Hafsat replied,
"I’m listening, what do you want from me?"
The woman smiled and said,
"Before I tell you, please give me your account number."
Hafsat was surprised by the request but didn’t argue. She read out her account number while the woman typed it on her phone. Moments later, Hafsat’s phone buzzed with an alert: 6 million naira deposited into her account.
Hafsat was stunned.
> "What’s this for?" she asked.
The woman smiled and explained:
> "There are a set of twins—Hosana and Jahad—whom Marshal Omar brought to this house. I want them to leave. I want them far away from Omar."
Hafsat was shocked.
> "Why should that be?"
The woman bluntly replied,
"They are of no use."
Hafsat silently pondered, confused at how the woman knew the children’s names and Marshal Omar’s connection to them.
> "Who are you, and how do you know this much?"
"That’s not your concern," the woman replied. "Just do as I say. If you do it well, I promise to triple the amount I gave you."
> Hafsat said, "Alright, I’ll head inside. You’ll hear from me."
The woman smiled and said, "Till we meet again."
Hafsat and Aunty Babba's Heated Discussion
As soon as Hafsat entered the house, soaked by rain, she went to her room, changed clothes, and stood in front of her mirror, lost in thought about the woman’s visit.
Suddenly, Aunty Babba stormed in.
> "Who was that woman you were just with?"
"I don’t know her. She just came with a request."
"What kind of request?"
"She wants me to get rid of the twins in this house. She wants them away from Omar."
Aunty Babba was furious.
> "Who is she to make such a demand? Maybe she loves Omar and sees the kids as obstacles."
"I think she knows who the twins are and wants to eliminate them."
"And you agreed!?"
Hafsat smiled,
> "Yes, Mommy. I agreed. She gave me six million naira already, and promised even more if I succeed."
Aunty Babba's face changed with anger.
> "Are you that foolish!? You agreed to such a deal so easily!? That woman is after Omar! She wants to destroy those kids because she sees them as threats!"
> "Well, I won’t let this opportunity pass me by. Daddy never gives me money. You spend yours on visiting spiritualists. Nobody gives me anything. I have my own needs."
Aunty Babba stepped closer and said sternly:
> "Hafsat, are you even in your right mind!? I’m your mother!"
Hafsat looked directly into her mother’s eyes and said,
"Did I say anything wrong?"
Aunty Babba softened her tone, trying to reason with her:
> "Everything I do is for our benefit. If my plan succeeds, Hayam will get Rafayet and Abra will get Marshal Omar. We’ll all be happy. Return that woman’s money now!"
Hafsat laughed and clapped her hands.
> "Mommy, I love money just like you. I won’t return a single kobo. Let others be blessed in their homes—this blessing is falling right in our lap. I won’t give it back!"
Aunty Babba was shaken. She realized Hafsat may no longer be thinking clearly. She left the room worried, unsure what Hafsat might do next.
Hosana Overhears the Plot
Unknown to them, Hosana had been eavesdropping near the door. She quickly ran back to the storage room where she and Jahad stayed.
> "Where have you been, Hosana!? They might have seen you!" Jahad asked.
"I heard Hafsat and her mother talking."
"What were they saying?"
Hosana narrated everything she overheard. Jahad nodded,
> "So she hates us because she thinks Omar might love one of us. She once told us she didn’t like us because we stood between her and her desires."
Hosana, with teary eyes, said,
> "They want to separate us from brother Omar."
Jahad hugged her and said,
"Insha Allah, their plan will fail. No one will take us away from our brother."
The House Quietens
Dinner was done, and the house was relatively quiet. Many of the household members—Irfan, Jabeer, Khaleed, and Fawan—had been sent on missions since last week. Only Haroon, the twins, Junaid, Marshal Omar, and SGR remained, though the latter two were often away due to their military duties. They were elite international army personnel—lionhearted men known worldwide for dealing with dangerous missions.
Sehrish’s Distress and Haroon’s Threat
Meanwhile, Sehrish went to her room for the Isha prayer. She had become weak and thin due to fear and anxiety, especially related to Haroon. After praying, she lay on her bed, hugging her pillow and crying as she remembered how Haroon had once violated her space. Suddenly, someone knocked.
> "Who is it?" she asked nervously.
"It’s me, Junaid," came the reply.
Relieved, she opened the door—only to see Haroon.
> "You!?" she said, terrified.
He laughed.
> "Yes, I tricked you. I knew you wouldn’t open for me otherwise."
She backed away.
> "Why are you here?"
"I want what’s mine. I want you."
Sehrish cried,
> "What do you mean? Please leave me alone!"
Haroon said coldly,
"I’ll leave you—but only if you give me one thing: your virginity."
Sehrish collapsed into tears. He shouted,
> "Will you give it or not!?"
In fear, she stammered,
"Yes..."
Haroon smiled wickedly and began unbuckling his belt. Panicked, Sehrish remembered the table lamp by her bed. Just as Haroon moved closer, she grabbed the lamp and smashed it on his head—KWASS!!
As he staggered, she bolted past him and locked herself inside the toilet, sliding to the floor and weeping in despair, knowing Haroon would soon retaliate.
Description
Heavy Rain and Stillness in the City
It was raining heavily in the city. The atmosphere was overwhelmingly cold and calm, with a gentle and refreshing breeze sweeping through everywhere. Although it was only around 5 p.m., it looked as dark as night because of the thick cloud cover. In such weather, everyone was tucked in their bedrooms, lying under blankets, and the entire house was silent.
The Suspicious Car Conversation
Inside a parked car were two women engaged in conversation. One of them was Hafsat, and the other was a beautiful, unfamiliar woman dressed in an elegant ash-colored lace dress. Her appearance showed she lived a life of luxury. She sat in the driver's seat while Hafsat was beside her.
The woman said calmly,
> "I was lucky to get your address and find you easily. I hope you’ll help me achieve my goal."
Hafsat replied,
"I’m listening, what do you want from me?"
The woman smiled and said,
"Before I tell you, please give me your account number."
Hafsat was surprised by the request but didn’t argue. She read out her account number while the woman typed it on her phone. Moments later, Hafsat’s phone buzzed with an alert: 6 million naira deposited into her account.
Hafsat was stunned.
> "What’s this for?" she asked.
The woman smiled and explained:
> "There are a set of twins—Hosana and Jahad—whom Marshal Omar brought to this house. I want them to leave. I want them far away from Omar."
Hafsat was shocked.
> "Why should that be?"
The woman bluntly replied,
"They are of no use."
Hafsat silently pondered, confused at how the woman knew the children’s names and Marshal Omar’s connection to them.
> "Who are you, and how do you know this much?"
"That’s not your concern," the woman replied. "Just do as I say. If you do it well, I promise to triple the amount I gave you."
> Hafsat said, "Alright, I’ll head inside. You’ll hear from me."
The woman smiled and said, "Till we meet again."
Hafsat and Aunty Babba's Heated Discussion
As soon as Hafsat entered the house, soaked by rain, she went to her room, changed clothes, and stood in front of her mirror, lost in thought about the woman’s visit.
Suddenly, Aunty Babba stormed in.
> "Who was that woman you were just with?"
"I don’t know her. She just came with a request."
"What kind of request?"
"She wants me to get rid of the twins in this house. She wants them away from Omar."
Aunty Babba was furious.
> "Who is she to make such a demand? Maybe she loves Omar and sees the kids as obstacles."
"I think she knows who the twins are and wants to eliminate them."
"And you agreed!?"
Hafsat smiled,
> "Yes, Mommy. I agreed. She gave me six million naira already, and promised even more if I succeed."
Aunty Babba's face changed with anger.
> "Are you that foolish!? You agreed to such a deal so easily!? That woman is after Omar! She wants to destroy those kids because she sees them as threats!"
> "Well, I won’t let this opportunity pass me by. Daddy never gives me money. You spend yours on visiting spiritualists. Nobody gives me anything. I have my own needs."
Aunty Babba stepped closer and said sternly:
> "Hafsat, are you even in your right mind!? I’m your mother!"
Hafsat looked directly into her mother’s eyes and said,
"Did I say anything wrong?"
Aunty Babba softened her tone, trying to reason with her:
> "Everything I do is for our benefit. If my plan succeeds, Hayam will get Rafayet and Abra will get Marshal Omar. We’ll all be happy. Return that woman’s money now!"
Hafsat laughed and clapped her hands.
> "Mommy, I love money just like you. I won’t return a single kobo. Let others be blessed in their homes—this blessing is falling right in our lap. I won’t give it back!"
Aunty Babba was shaken. She realized Hafsat may no longer be thinking clearly. She left the room worried, unsure what Hafsat might do next.
Hosana Overhears the Plot
Unknown to them, Hosana had been eavesdropping near the door. She quickly ran back to the storage room where she and Jahad stayed.
> "Where have you been, Hosana!? They might have seen you!" Jahad asked.
"I heard Hafsat and her mother talking."
"What were they saying?"
Hosana narrated everything she overheard. Jahad nodded,
> "So she hates us because she thinks Omar might love one of us. She once told us she didn’t like us because we stood between her and her desires."
Hosana, with teary eyes, said,
> "They want to separate us from brother Omar."
Jahad hugged her and said,
"Insha Allah, their plan will fail. No one will take us away from our brother."
The House Quietens
Dinner was done, and the house was relatively quiet. Many of the household members—Irfan, Jabeer, Khaleed, and Fawan—had been sent on missions since last week. Only Haroon, the twins, Junaid, Marshal Omar, and SGR remained, though the latter two were often away due to their military duties. They were elite international army personnel—lionhearted men known worldwide for dealing with dangerous missions.
Sehrish’s Distress and Haroon’s Threat
Meanwhile, Sehrish went to her room for the Isha prayer. She had become weak and thin due to fear and anxiety, especially related to Haroon. After praying, she lay on her bed, hugging her pillow and crying as she remembered how Haroon had once violated her space. Suddenly, someone knocked.
> "Who is it?" she asked nervously.
"It’s me, Junaid," came the reply.
Relieved, she opened the door—only to see Haroon.
> "You!?" she said, terrified.
He laughed.
> "Yes, I tricked you. I knew you wouldn’t open for me otherwise."
She backed away.
> "Why are you here?"
"I want what’s mine. I want you."
Sehrish cried,
> "What do you mean? Please leave me alone!"
Haroon said coldly,
"I’ll leave you—but only if you give me one thing: your virginity."
Sehrish collapsed into tears. He shouted,
> "Will you give it or not!?"
In fear, she stammered,
"Yes..."
Haroon smiled wickedly and began unbuckling his belt. Panicked, Sehrish remembered the table lamp by her bed. Just as Haroon moved closer, she grabbed the lamp and smashed it on his head—KWASS!!
As he staggered, she bolted past him and locked herself inside the toilet, sliding to the floor and weeping in despair, knowing Haroon would soon retaliate.