“Some people enter your life softly. Others crash into it like a storm you never saw coming.”
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Dehradun’s morning was different today.
Not louder.
Not quieter.
Just… charged, as if the city itself paused for a heartbeat knowing something unexpected was about to unfold.
The mist still clung to the roads, stretching like pale silk over the asphalt. Vendors were setting up carts, milkmen were finishing early deliveries, the city yawning awake one street at a time.
And then,
the silence cracked.
A line of white cars glided out of the haze, sleek and identical, forming a perfect convoy. And in the middle of that calm, cold-coloured line was a single black SUV, dark as a shadow cutting through the morning light.
A car that did not blend.
A car that announced power.
Haider Malik’s car.
Haider’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, jaw ticking as a thought hit him.
He forgot the file.
The most important file.
He exhaled sharply, pulled out his phone, and dialled the number he needed without looking.
“Abeer,” he said, voice clipped, “I forgot the file at home. Go to my room. Bottom drawer of the side shelf. Send me pictures of every page. Every page.”
Abeer hummed, half-asleep, half-irritated, but it didn’t matter. Haider wasn’t listening anymore. His eyes were fixed on the road, scanning....
Then something made his vision sharpen.
A face.
A posture.
A familiar silhouette in the crowd.
His muscles stiffened.
Shah's man.
A humourless smirk curved at the corner of Haider’s mouth.
“Caught you.”
He lifted two fingers. His entire convoy understood.
Engines cut. Doors opened.
Haider stepped out, sleeves rolled up, expression carved from steel.
Shah’s man tried to run.
Haider’s men caught him, dragging him forward.
The man barely touched the road before Haider had him by the collar and slammed him back down.
“Where is your boss?” he growled, voice low and venomous.
“Is he trying to play hide and seek with me? TELL. ME. FAST.”
The man shook his head desperately, insisting he didn’t know. Bad answer.
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Maliha walked around with her mug of coffee, muttering to herself about chores when she noticed Abeer inside Haider’s room.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Why are you here?”
Abeer closed the file, unimpressed.
“Taking pictures. Your absent-minded brother forgot it.”
“He forgot it? Can’t he come himself? And YOU, why are you so free?”
Abeer rolled his eyes dramatically.
“He sent me here, viva queen. He’s in Dehradun and forgot his file. Happy?”
Maliha’s eyes lit up instantly.
“He’s in Dehradun??? PERFECT! I need soooo many things from there!”
Before Abeer could protest, she opened the video call and shoved the screen in front of both their faces.
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Haider's man corned the man in road and this leads to traffic jam. Crowd gathers and some people even start to record as if it is some movies shooting scene.
Haider barely had time to breathe when his phone vibrated. Maliha’s name flashed on the screen.
He frowned.
Why now?
“Hello Bhai!!!” she chirped.
“Hello Bhai….” Abeer mimicked dramatically from behind her.
“What happened?” Haider asked, only half-present because his men were still interrogating Shah’s man.
“Bhai, I heard you're in Dehradun! I’m sending the list, don’t forget anything!” she beamed.
Abeer peeked from the side.
“Bro, did you have breakfast yet? Or is beating people your breakfast today?”
Haider blinked.
“How do you know I’m beating someone?”
Abeer scoffed.
“Look behind you. The traffic jam is literally telling the story.”
Haider sighed, focus flicking between the man he needed answers from and the phone he regretted answering.
And in the middle of this entire chaos…
“Bhaiya, how much more time?? I’m going to be late even though I left early.” She leaned out of the auto, frustration boiling.
Tuba’s annoyance was written all over her face.
“Beta, some VIP-type men blocked the road. I can’t do anything,” the driver said helplessly.
She’d had enough.
Her patience snapped.
Tuba exhaled sharply, pushed her braid back, and got out of the auto. She marched through the crowd, dodging shoulders, ignoring murmurs, determined to see what the hell was going on.
And what she saw?
A group of men surrounding a bloodied man.
Someone clearly being interrogated.
She stepped to one of Haider’s men.
“Move your cars,” she demanded.
“I can’t-”
She cut him sharply.
“Why can’t you??”
“Because it is Chote Sarkar’s order,” he said, pointing.
Her fury ignited instantly.
Who blocks a whole road because of personal issues??
What about everyone else? Their work? Their lives?
Without hesitation, she dodged the bodyguards and stormed directly into the center of the chaos.
And then,
She saw him.
A man.
Back turned.
Sleeves rolled.
Posture radiating authority.
Hair falling slightly over his forehead.
Tuba grabbed his wrist and spun him around.
He turned sharply.
Their eyes met, for the first time.
And everything else stopped.
The crowd.
The shouting.
Even the traffic.
He froze for a fraction of a second seeing her, cheeks flushed in anger, eyes burning, bag slipping off her shoulder, hair loosely tied but falling carelessly.
In this process his phone fall slipped from his hand and clattered onto the road.
And on the other side of the screen…
Maliha and Abeer are watching EVERYTHING.
"Bhai??? Hello?? Hum idhar gire huwe h. I mean phone gir gaya hai. Phone upar uthao. Hello??? Why aren't you talking bro???" Both yelled.
Both tilted the screen like they were watching a drama.
Tuba broke the moment first.
“Excuse me?? You’re blocking the road. People have places to go and they are getting late because of you!”
Haider raised one eyebrow, slow, sharp.
Was she… shouting at HIM?
At Haider Malik??
He stepped closer.
“You getting late is not my problem. You should’ve gotten up early, miss. Now don’t waste my time and back off.”
He turned, but she stepped in front again.
“Baap ka road h?” she snapped.
His face blanked.
“Whatt??”
“I asked, baap ka road hai kya?”
Her tone was precise, calm, and deadly.
“Because the way you’re blocking it, it seems like it is.”
Abeer and Maliha watched with O-shaped mouths.
“BHAAI! Who is she?? Why are you arguing with her in the middle of the street??” Maliha panicked.
His fingers curled into fists.
His eyes drilled into hers.
He stepped forward, bending slightly to match her height.
“Say it one more time and you’ll regret the day you were born to defy me.”
She didn’t move.
At all.
“Try me. I’ll make you remember.”
Abeer whistled.
“Wow Malik sarkar, looks like someone finally stood up to you… and she’s not impressed.”
Haider saw his men are watching at them instead of the doing there work and he shot a glare at his men.
Focus.
It's Not your concern.
Then he looked back at her.
Jaw locked, eyes blazing.
“Do you know who I am?”
She smirked.
“No. And clearly I don’t care.”
Tuba: 1
Haider’s ego: minus infinity.
“You’ll regret every word you said.” He growled.
She smirked.
“Then I will make sure they’re worth regretting.”
“I like her attitude,” Abeer murmured.
Haider leaned closer.
“You’re walking on thin ice.”
“Then I hope you drown first when it breaks.” She snapped back, folding her hands on her chest. Her eyes never leaving his.
He inhaled sharply.
“I hope we never cross paths again, miss.”
“Believe me, mera toh is baar ka bhi plan nahi tha. But I had to, because if not me, then who will break the ego of people like you?”
He froze.
Turned.
His voice dropped into cold darkness.
“Nice luck. Because I’m busy in something important right now, and I don’t have time to waste on wildcat like you.”
Her eyes widened, then sharpened.
“Get off my back, you jerk.”
He brushed past her, growling,
“Yaad rakhna, Yaad rahogi.”
She rolled her eyes and walked away.
Haider clenched his jaw, but inside...he can't stop noticing her fiery stance, her sharp gaze, how she doesn't back down even when surrounded by chaos.
She went but her words and expressions printed on his mind. He saw her going from the car mirror.
Meanwhile Abeer and Maliha were rolling on the floor laughing.
“Abeer, we shouldn’t laugh like this, bhai ka joke ho raha hai,” Maliha wheezed.
“But baat toh funny kar rahi hai wo ladki!”
He continued laughing.
Haider picked up the phone at last.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
Abeer teased,
“Very interesting indeed…”
“Tie him and take him with us,” Haider ordered.
Traffic cleared.
But his mind didn’t.
Because she stayed.
Burned.
Printed.
Unshakable.
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