Days had turned into a blur for Kabir since his urgent departure from Ameera's side. He had traveled to distant lands, taking care of matters that demanded his attention, but his thoughts never strayed far from the woman he had vowed to protect. Restless nights and relentless worry had plagued him, his heart consumed with the fear of what might befall Ameera in his absence.Now, standing before Ameera's locality in Syria, Damascus, The weight of anticipation hung heavy in his chest as he made his way through the familiar streets, guided by the memory of Ameera's haunted eyes and the echo of her voice pleading for freedom. He had come back, resolved to rescue her from the clutches of her tormentors, only to be met with a sight that shook him to the core.Kabir's footsteps quickened as he neared Ameera's house, his heart pounding in his chest. But as he reached the doorstep, his eyes widened in disbelief. Locks adorned every entrance, barring his way into the place that had once held Am
Kabir clenched his fists tightly as his private jet descended towards the bustling city of California. His mind was consumed with worry and frustration, the weight of his emotions threatening to crush him. He couldn't shake off the guilt of leaving Ameera when she needed him the most. The thought of her being exported to this foreign land ignited a fiery determination within him. He had to find her, no matter the cost.As the jet touched down on the runway, Kabir's heart pounded with anticipation. He could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Stepping off the plane, he took a deep breath and surveyed his surroundings. The sun cast a golden glow over the city, but Kabir's gaze was filled with darkness, haunted by the fear of losing Ameera forever.A phone call from his trusted man, Ahmed, had set Kabir on this journey. Ahmed's voice echoed in his mind, his words fueling Kabir's determination. "Kabir, my sources have confirmed that Ameera is being exported to Californi
Ameera found herself trapped in an eerie, dimly lit room, the air thick with an oppressive darkness. The only source of light came from a small, barred window high up on the wall, casting feeble rays that barely reached the floor. The room was devoid of any furniture, leaving Ameera standing alone in the center, her heart pounding against her chest.As Ameera's trembling form stood huddled in the darkness, her senses heightened and on edge. Deep within her, a whirlwind of terror churned, threatening to consume her fragile composure. It wasn't just the sinister nature of her surroundings that sent shivers down her spine, but the knowledge of the wickedness that resided in Renad, Stephan, and Hussein.Every creaking sound, every flicker of a shadow, sent her heart racing, as her imagination conjured up the most malevolent of scenarios. Ameera's mind became a breeding ground for a multitude of fears, each more horrifying than the last. What twisted plots were Renad, Stephan, and Hussein
1 Year Later, Ameera stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She was wearing a beautiful Pakistani outfit, a long kurti with pants and a duppata. The luxurious fabric draped perfectly around her curves, and the intricate embroidery shone under the light. It had been a year since she had been sold to human traffickers. But now, she was living in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by opulence and wealth.As she walked towards the opulent hallway, she couldn't help but think about the people who had sold her into human trafficking. "I never in my wildest dreams thought that Renad would stoop so low that she would sell me out," Ameera said, her voice filled with anger and disbelief."How could she? How could she sell a girl? A human being?" Ameera continued, her eyes narrowing with fury. "Even now, Renad, Hussein, and Stephan's torturer, who may have been left far behind in this one year, makes me angry even today!"As she looked down at her clothes, she couldn't help but smi
Ameera stepped out onto the empty road, the silence deafening. The city was usually bustling with activity, but now it was as if the world had stopped turning.She looked around, trying to find any signs of life, but the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own footsteps echoing against the concrete. The echo was so strange that it sent a shiver down her spine.As she walked, she noticed a sleek Range Rover parked on the side of the road. A voice called out to her, "Ameera, come here."She looked around but saw no one. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling."It's me," the voice replied. "Get into the car. I'll explain everything."Ameera hesitated, her heart pounding. Who was this person and why were they calling out to her? But her curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly walked towards the car.As she opened the door, she saw a man sitting in the driver's seat. He had a kind face and warm eyes that put her at ease."Who are you?" she asked, still feeling war
"Miss Ameera, are you alright? You seem lost in thought," the maid asked. Ameera was taken aback by the maid's word. The maid looked confused. "I'm sorry, Miss Ameera, Are you alright ? " Ameera's mind started racing. It all felt so surreal. But then, as she thought about it, Ameera realized that it was all a dream. She couldn't have possibly gone to the restaurant and met Kabir. It was just a hallucination, nothing more.Ameera rubbed her eyes and tried to shake off the dream. "What was I thinking?" she muttered to herself. "Kabir was just a friend. I never felt anything for him." She tried to reminisce about her memories of Kabir, but she couldn't find any romantic feelings towards him. It was all just platonic.Feeling awkward about her dream, Ameera couldn't help but yell at herself. "Why did I even dream about something like this?" she exclaimed. But then, she heard the maid's voice once again," Are you alright, Miss Ameera? " Ameera looked up at the maid and took a deep brea
As the night passes, Ameera tries to sleep but Haider's absence keeps her restless and was becoming increasingly anxious. Haider was nowhere to be found, and his guards wouldn't let her leave the mansion to look for him. She decided to ask the night maid, Sarah, about Haider's whereabouts."Sarah, do you know where Haider went? I'm getting worried," Ameera asked, wringing her hands nervously.Sarah's expression turned to one of worry as she replied, "I'm sorry, Miss. I don't know where Sir went. He often disappears for days, even weeks, at a time."Ameera's heart sank at this news. "Weeks? What could he possibly be doing for weeks?" she thought to herself, feeling increasingly concerned.As the night wore on, Ameera became more and more restless. She paced around the mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of Haider, but to no avail. The weight of her worry was palpable on her face, her eyes darting back and forth with concern.Days turned into weeks, and Ameera's worry grew deeper by the
Ameera sat alone in her room, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The proposition made by Sarah echoed in her ears, tempting her with the possibility of finding Haider. Yet, her conscience screamed at her, reminding her of her values and dignity."I can't believe Sarah would suggest such a thing," Ameera muttered to herself, her brows furrowing in frustration. "How could she even think I would consider stealing Haider's money? It's not right, it's not who I am."As the minutes ticked by, Ameera's worry for Haider intensified. She couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling that he might be in danger. But she also couldn't ignore the nagging doubts about Sarah's true intentions.Her brow furrowed as she pondered Sarah's proposition. "How could Sarah even suggest such a thing? Doesn't she realize the gravity of the situation? Haider's life could be in danger, and all she can think about is money?"Leaning against the windowpane, Ameera gazed out into the night sky. The moon's soft g