Attacked

"Sir, I have bad news," Karim said obediently after taking permission from Jibran Malik and stepping into his office.

"Speak." He permitted him.

"Sir, madam refused to come back to Pakistan. And…." He slightly raised his lowered eyes and saw Jibran Malik's expressionless eyes fixed on him. On Karim becoming silent, he arched his brow, asking the reason for turning silent.

"And?" His tone and voice were so calm and peaceful, but Karim knew how his peaceful demeanour disturbed others.

"And sir, she wants divorce from you." Karim took a long breath after completing his saying. He was waiting for the next order of Jibran Malik, who was sitting on his revolving chair in front of him.

Jibran Malik is known as the world-famous business tycoon. The entire world knew him. Thousands of people were dying to become his partner in the business. According to them, whoever partners with Jibran Malik, no one can stop them from achieving the pinnacle of success in the business.

Thousands of girls were dying over his handsome and devilish look. They all stayed desperate for his one sweet look.

More than six feet tall, having a broad and muscular built-in body, spell-bound personality, thin pitch-black stylish hair, and facial looks seems like he was made with much attention and effort.

The most beautiful on his face is his deep blue eyes, which can pull anyone into its spell. Like a deep blue ocean, they always stay silent and don't know how much upheaval it is taking inside of himself.

His still and frozen eyes, sparkle at the mention of just one name, and it's none other than the daughter of Home Minister Hayan Malik. He is hiding all his feelings and emotions for her in his chest.

Raamen Hayan Malik is a girl full of ego, arrogance, and pride. Because of her beauty, disobedience, extremism, spoiled nature, and getting pampered, Raamen Hayan Malik considers the world under her feet. The pride of her father being a minister of state made her keep her chin and neck always high in the air. To her, the people walking under her felt nothing less than insects and worms which she prefers to crumble under her feet and move ahead.

Karim, after watching his fingers moving on the keyboard of the laptop, looked up at his face. A distinct smile appeared on his beautiful lips, but it wiped very soon. Karim was standing obediently waiting for his next order.

After a while, Jibran Malik completed his work, shut down the laptop and got up from his chair. His coat was on the back of the chair. Wearing a white shirt and black pants, handsome and elegant Jibran Malik, walking in his distinct graceful style, came to the glass window of his office building, the peak of which was touching the clouds of the sky.

He was looking down at running cars which seemed like dots from the top. He is none other than Jibran Malik who rose Malik Empire to the pinnacle of glory and success. Jibran Malik's head office is on the top floor of this building where only specific men of his are allowed to visit.

"What did Home Minister Hayan Malik say?" Karim looked at his broad back as he asked him in a deep dominating voice.

"Hayan can't do anything. He is forced to surrender to the stubbornness of his daughter." He immediately answered his question. With that, not only Jibran's lips but his eyes also turned into a smile. He knows how stubborn she is to make others surrender to her stubbornness.

"Hayan shouldn't be the one surrendering himself, let Raamen also have a taste of it. Now go." He said in a calm and cold voice. Then turning around, he sat back in his place. Karim nodded his head as he looked at him.

After understanding the message he conveyed through his eyes, Karim took permission and came out of his office.

"Hello." Karim was standing in the elevator when he dialled a number, calling a man on the other side of the call.

"Make arrangements for an attack." He said like ordering.

"Ok, on whom?" Asked from the other side.

"Home minister Hayan Malik." Saying that Karim put his mobile in his pocket.

**********

Today is Hadid interview. He isn't much educated, it's just because of his physique he was offered the job of a waiter in a restaurant.

In fact, he was really not interested in doing this job, but circumstances have forced him to do so. On the one hand, the debt of taking tea from the hotel of his friend was rising then on the other side, he had to pay five months' rent to the preacher of the mosque for living in his small house comprising one room.

Moreover, he has to accept the job of waiter to fulfil his other small needs just to impress the girls of his neighbours and remain their hero.

Jerking his head, he came near the cupboard. He took out a shirt for himself and looked at it. Not a single shirt was worthy to wear. All has lost its color. The pants were also in the same condition.

"It's said that the first impression is the last impression, but neither I have a shirt for the first, nor a pant for the last." He chose a brown shirt and blue jeans which had been almost rugged but still, it was in some better state.

After taking out clothes, he threw them on the single bed. He was scratching his head as he saw creases in the dress. Thinking about something with himself, he picked up the dress and came near to the stove. After making the pan hot, he rubbed it everywhere on the shirt.

It took him a few moments of effort when he raised the shirt and saw the creases had been wiped to some extent. He did the same with the jeans and after a few moments, he was ready to go. He combed his hair, picked up the file, came out of the room locked it, and sat on his good-for-nothing bike.

"Are you going?" The preacher of the mosque came out and asked him as he saw him dressed properly instead of in teenage attire.

"I'm coming." When Hadid told him smiling at him, the preacher glared at him.

"Listen, boy, this time I won't let you. Not only this month, I want rent for all the past months. Otherwise, pack your luggage and leave this place." He flared at him as he answered him contrary.

"Don't know how you become a teacher of a mosque? You don't have an ounce of empathy, just look at the preacher in other neighbours. They treat and keep an orphan child in their home and here you, who rented his house to a poor child and made his life miserable. You know very well how sinful it is to make other lives miserable." He said making a face and after noticing the changing facial expressions of the preacher, he started his bike.

As the ears-bursting noise of his bike echoed in the street, a girl in his neighbourhood appeared on her balcony. Hadid steals a glance at her. In the presence of the preacher, he shrugged his collar and gave a kick to his bike to start again.

The preacher noticed his stealing glances going up and when he looked up in anger, a frown appeared on his forehead as he saw the daughter of a tailor. That girl, after seeing the preacher looking at her, disappeared soon into her house.

The preacher is well aware of the nature of Hadid and how much respect he gives to neighbourhood girls. It is actually girls who appeared behind walls and curtains after listening to the voice of his bike.

"Repair your bike boy, you already are a thug, but don't prove it." The preacher told him angrily and left.

"I will, on my first salary." He shouted at him on his back. It seems as if it's not a salary but a lottery which he is going to get and do all his work from the repairment of his bike to fulfilment of his necessities and paying rent.

He jerked his head while smiling and stopped his bike in front of his friend's small hotel.

"Hey Danial, give me a cigarette and a cup of tea. Today, your buddy is going for an interview. Very soon, all your complaints will be finished." He said before his friend could say something to him.

"Don't know how many times you have given such interviews and every time you don't find the job according to your standards," Danial said, making a face.

"Now my father has also forbidden me to not give you debt. He has a firm belief that you can't do anything. Your debt is 5000 rupees. Give me some, so I can satisfy my father." Danial said, making him realize his friendship.

"Just because of you guys, I am letting my standard go to hell and accepting the job of waiter. I will surely come back successfully. Don't worry. I will satisfy your father by taking some advance payment. Now bring me one quickly, I am getting late." Like always he coaxed him and taking a cup of tea and lightening the cigarette, he pressed it between his lips and left after starting the bike.

***********

Hayan Malik was sitting in his big car. The cars of guards were surrounding his car back and forth while he was in the middle of it. He was going to attend an important meeting.

He was sitting in a relaxed posture thinking about Raamen when suddenly a fire broke out on his car. On the main road of the city of Karachi, a sudden firing on the car of the home minister created a hustle and bustle everywhere. People were screaming and running here and there, leaving their cars. Hayan, who was still sitting in the car, panicked.

Sir, you come out quickly. We have to get out of here." The driver told him after seeing guards back and forth competing with them.

"How can I come out like that? Can't you see, it's firing. Do you want to kill me?" Hayan roared at him and the driver also got nervous.

"N…no sir, till how long will the guards stop them? What if our car explodes? Think about it, it's better to come out than die here." The driver gestured to him to go on the left side. Hayan was confused about whether he should come out or not. Suddenly, he heard the screaming of a guard from his back.

His nerves turned numb and his brain stopped working, after seeing death so close to himself. Without thinking or considering something else, he came out of the car. The shooter, who was already targeting him, pressed the trigger. Hayan just stepped out of the car when the very next moment the noise of the bullet echoed with other bullets.

"Sir…." The driver screamed.