“Safwan… leave me! What are you doing?”
Zoboriya shouted, almost screaming.
Safwan was still gripping her shoulders tightly, shaking her again and again.
A strange madness had taken over his eyes.
“Zoboriya! You belong only to me… do you understand?”
Safwan’s voice echoed loudly.
“You cannot belong to anyone else… never!”
It was as if he had completely lost his senses.
All the men standing in the hall were silently watching the scene unfold.
None of them had the courage to step forward and stop him.
“Safwan! Have you gone mad? Let me go!”
Zoboriya cried in pain.
“You’re hurting me!”
Safwan was holding her shoulders so tightly that his fingers seemed to be digging into her skin.
Because of the pain, the veins on Zoboriya’s face became visible.
Tears began to fill her eyes.
“Safwan… please… let me go…”
Her voice had now become weak and trembling.
But Safwan seemed to hear nothing.
His breathing was heavy and his face burned with anger.
“Do you know what all I’ve done for you, Zoboriya…?”
he muttered almost to himself.
“And you… you came here for that Abuzarr…”
Jealousy burned clearly in his eyes.
Tears were now rolling down Zoboriya’s cheeks.
She tried to free herself, but Safwan’s grip was far too strong.
The entire hall stood witness to this silent and terrifying moment.
Somewhere in the distance, a light flickered…
And in that faint light,
Zoboriya’s tears were clearly shining.
On the other side, Abuzarr saw Zoboriya’s condition on the screen and was burning with rage.
Anger and helplessness were clearly visible in his eyes.
He was tied to a chair, yet he was struggling with all his strength to break free.
The chair shook again and again.
The ropes had dug deep into his wrists, but Abuzarr ignored the pain and kept pushing harder.
“Safwan…!”
he muttered through clenched teeth.
“If anything happens to my Zoboriya… I will not let you live.”
Once again he jerked his hands with all his strength.
The rope loosened slightly.
Hope flashed in Abuzarr’s eyes.
He pushed even harder.
A few seconds later—
“Crrr…”
The rope snapped.
Abuzarr was finally free.
As soon as he stood up from the chair, his eyes fell on Ahsan, who was tied up nearby.
He rushed toward him and quickly started untying the ropes.
Within moments, Ahsan was free too.
Abuzarr immediately asked,
“Are you okay, Ahsan?”
Ahsan took a deep breath and replied,
“Yes… I’m fine, Abuzarr.”
He slowly stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.
Abuzarr said anxiously,
“Get up quickly! We have to save Zoboriya.”
Ahsan nodded seriously.
“Yes, Abuzarr… we must save Zoboriya.”
But the next moment he paused.
Concern appeared on his face.
“But there is one problem…”
Abuzarr looked at him.
Ahsan said in a low voice,
“We don’t have any weapons… and outside this room, Safwan’s men are guarding.”
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Abuzarr’s fists tightened.
Anger was clearly visible in his eyes.
“Doesn’t matter…”
he said firmly.
“If we don’t have weapons… we will take theirs.”
Ahsan looked at him in surprise.
Right now, there was only one thing in Abuzarr’s eyes—
the determination to save Zoboriya.
Walking toward the door, he said,
“Today Safwan will understand…
how dangerous a man in love can become.”
Soft voices could be heard outside the door.
Abuzarr slowly grabbed the handle.
And then…
he moved his hand forward to open the door.
Abuzarr slowly pressed the door handle.
The door opened with a faint sound.
Outside was a long, dark corridor.
At the end of the corridor, the same large hall could be seen where Safwan was standing with Zoboriya.
Fire burned in Abuzarr’s eyes.
He looked at Ahsan and whispered,
“Stay alert.”
Ahsan nodded.
Both of them slowly began walking through the corridor.
Suddenly, a man stepped out from around the corner.
He was one of Safwan’s men.
The moment he saw Abuzarr, he froze in shock.
“You—”
But before he could finish his sentence, Abuzarr attacked him.
With lightning speed, Abuzarr punched him hard in the face.
The man slammed into the wall and collapsed.
Ahsan quickly grabbed the pistol from his hand.
“Now we have a weapon,”
Ahsan whispered.
But Abuzarr’s focus was only on one thing—
Zoboriya.
Both of them rushed toward the hall.
Meanwhile in the hall—
Safwan was still holding Zoboriya’s shoulders.
“You are mine, Zoboriya…”
he repeated like a madman.
Tears streamed down Zoboriya’s face.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The large hall door burst open.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Abuzarr stood at the entrance.
Fire burned in his eyes.
“Safwan!”
His voice echoed across the hall.
The moment Zoboriya saw him, hope lit up in her eyes.
“Abuzarr…”
Safwan slowly turned around.
A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
“So… you finally came.”
Abuzarr walked toward him with firm steps.
“Leave Zoboriya.”
His voice was cold, but the anger inside it was obvious.
Safwan laughed.
“And if I don’t?”
In the very next moment—
Abuzarr moved like lightning and punched Safwan hard in the face.
THUD!
Safwan staggered backward.
The men in the hall suddenly moved forward.
But Safwan raised his hand and signaled them to stop.
He wiped the blood from his lip.
Then he laughed again.
“So… you want to fight.”
The next second he lunged at Abuzarr.
A brutal fight began between them.
Punches.
Kicks.
Blows.
Both of them attacked each other with full force.
A punch landed on Abuzarr’s face.
But he immediately struck back, punching Safwan in the stomach.
Safwan stepped back.
Abuzarr grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.
BANG!
The sound echoed through the hall.
Zoboriya stood watching everything, trapped between fear and hope.
Suddenly Safwan bent down and punched Abuzarr hard in the stomach.
Abuzarr staggered back in pain.
Seizing the opportunity, Safwan pushed him.
Abuzarr fell to the floor.
Safwan stepped toward him.
A dangerous shine appeared in his eyes.
“I told you… Zoboriya is mine.”
But suddenly—
Abuzarr jumped to his feet.
And with all his strength, he punched Safwan in the jaw.
THUD!
Safwan crashed to the ground.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
Abuzarr stood over him, breathing heavily.
In his eyes there was only one thing—
the determination to protect his love.
Tears sparkled in Zoboriya’s eyes.
And at that very moment—
the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance.
The color drained from Safwan’s men’s faces.
The real game had just begun.
What Could Happen Next in the Story
After the intense fight between AbuZarr and Safwan, the situation becomes even more dangerous. The sound of police sirens creates panic among Safwan’s men. Some of them try to escape while others prepare to fight back.
Safwan, lying on the ground but still conscious, might attempt one last desperate move to harm AbuZarr or Zoboriya. His obsession could push him to make a reckless decision.
Meanwhile, Zoboriya finally reaches AbuZarr and helps him stand after the brutal fight. Their emotional reunion may become a powerful moment in the story.
However, the danger might not be over yet. Safwan could still have hidden plans, secret allies, or a final revenge waiting to unfold.
This could lead to a dramatic climax where justice, love, and truth finally confront evil.
What Lesson We Learn from This Story
This story teaches several powerful lessons:
True love gives courage.
AbuZarr risked his life to save the woman he loved.
Obsession is not love.
Safwan believed Zoboriya belonged to him, but real love never forces someone.
Bravery can overcome fear.
Even without weapons, AbuZarr faced dangerous enemies.
Justice eventually arrives.
The sound of police sirens symbolizes that wrongdoing cannot last forever.
Next Short Part (Story Continuation)
The police sirens grew louder with every passing second.
Safwan’s men began to panic.
“Boss… the police are coming!” one of them shouted.
Safwan slowly pushed himself up from the floor, wiping the blood from his lips. His eyes were burning with anger.
“This isn’t over yet…” he whispered.
AbuZarr stood protectively in front of Zoboriya.
“Stay behind me,” he said softly.
Suddenly Safwan pulled out a hidden gun from his jacket.
Everyone froze.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
Safwan pointed the gun directly at AbuZarr.
“If I can’t have her…” he said with a cold smile, “…no one will.”
Zoboriya’s heart stopped.
And in the next second—
a gunshot echoed through the hall.
Thank You Message for Readers
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading this story and supporting my writing. Your time, love, and encouragement mean a lot to me. Every reader is a part of this journey, and your support inspires me to continue creating emotional and powerful stories.
Stay connected for the next chapters, more suspense, and unforgettable moments.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
— Afsana Wahid
