2. Kidnapped by the billionaire
They drove straight to the address, the tension in the jeep almost unbearable. When they arrived, the house was eerily quiet. The door was slightly ajar.
Ashar and Rashid exchanged a glance before stepping inside.
They found the nurse lying on the floor, injured and barely conscious. Blood stained her sari, and her breaths were shallow.
Rashid quickly called for an ambulance, but Ashar crouched beside her, gently shaking her shoulders. "Who did this to you?"
The woman's eyes fluttered open, her voice weak and rasping. "He... came here," she whispered. "The man in the photo... he barged into my house. He demanded to know where she was. When I refused... he..." Her voice broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He attacked me. Then he searched the house... and left. He's looking for her. Please... save her..."
Her words trailed off as she fainted again.
Ashar clenched his fists, his mind a storm of emotions.
Rashid turned to speak, but Ashar was already gone. The sound of his jeep starting outside cut through the silence like a blade.
Rashid ran out after him, shouting, "Ashar! Wait!"
But Ashar didn't stop. The jeep roared to life and sped down the dark road, disappearing into the rain-soaked night.
Ashar's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set in grim determination.
"I won't lose her again," he whispered to himself, his voice raw with emotion. "Not again."
Ashar stepped out of the jeep, his heart pounding as he scanned the crowd of women bustling through the market. It was chaotic—so many women, all draped in niqabs, their faces obscured. How was he supposed to find her here?
The wind began to howl, whipping loose scarves and fabrics through the...