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Hi people!

This is a master list for my story PayBack which is an Uzair x OC fanfic and below are the warnings for the same

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4( ongoing )

This story is based on the movie written and directed by Aditya Dhar, it has nothing to do with the actual inspiration of the incidents or characters for the movie from the real life instances, rather their portrayal in the movie by the characters.

Another quick note, Rehman Dakait is not a terrorist in this fic, he's a rebel against the Pakistani forces oppressing Balochistan and a gangster, Hamza is also a similar character and not a spy, these changes are to make this fic more digestible for the masses that can't look past their atrocities in real life. (Not saying that I am looking past them but, the actors were too hot)

✨ Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Inaya Aslam Chaudhary (oc)

🚬 Warnings: Mature content, consumption of alcohol, consumption of tobacco, consumption of weed, abusive words, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, age gap, non con, dub con, Uzair is a warning by himself.

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Uzair Baloch x OC - the best closer in the business is here to collect his dues of blood and tears and he will use whatever means necessary  

I just wanted to let you know that I don't know when I'll be uploading next as things in my life have been happening too quickly for me to keep up, I apologise for stepping back from my promise of giving y'all another update soon. (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

But yeah I'm not abandoning this fic, it's a baby I cherish and I ask for y'all to understand where this might be stemming from (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I will still be writing at my pace but the updates might be even slower than regular love y'all for your support and appreciation that you have shown for my work, if y'all wanna be tagged just to ensure that you get the updates or if you wanna be removed from the list, please let me know (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Regards,

Mfnwrites

This story is based on the movie written and directed by Aditya Dhar, it has nothing to do with the actual inspiration of the incidents or characters for the movie from the real life instances, rather their portrayal in the movie by the characters.

Another quick note, Rehman Dakait is not a terrorist in this fic, he's a rebel against the Pakistani forces oppressing Balochistan and a gangster, Hamza is also a similar character and not a spy, these changes are to make this fic more digestible for the masses that can't look past their atrocities in real life. (Not saying that I am looking past them but, the actors were too hot)

✨ Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Inaya Aslam Chaudhary (oc)

🚬 Warnings: Mature content, consumption of alcohol, consumption of tobacco, consumption of weed, abusive words, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, age gap, non con, dub con, Uzair is a warning by himself

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Uzair Baloch x OC - the best closer in the business is here to collect his dues of blood and tears and he will use whatever means necessary

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Hamza watched Uzair walk away, and didn't follow him knowing he needed the space, and time, for the last two months they were busy smoking the rats out and re-laying the foundation of lyari after Rehman. Neither of them had enough to cope with what was happening, but at the end of the day, he had yalina to return home to, he could mourn to her about his guilt but Uzair had to step up, take responsibility, and act like nothing could faze him. His pain had to take a back seat as his bloodlust and anger took the reigns, he fell into dangerous habits progressing from weed to hard drugs, mostly cocaine but Hamza was quick to put a stop to it before it became an addiction or a dependence. Hamza could still point out situations when uzair looked like he wanted to revert back to his unhealthy coping mechanisms, but was grateful Uzair didn't.

He signalled the boy over and asked for the food to be packed up so they could have it on the road if they felt like it. He felt something shift in his periphery as he was talking to the boy, his neck snapped towards the car, he saw some fabric shuffling to hide behind the car, it didn't take a genius to realise that the girl had woken up and was trying to make a run for it.

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Inaya's shift to consciousness was a slow strange ache that settled itself into her head. It felt like she woke up while someone was using a hammer to bang on her head. She opened her eyes and was thankful that there was no bright light to cause pain to her already sensitive eyes. She tried to understand where she was, but then remembered what had happened that caused her to pass out. She was kidnapped, the thought came to her like a slow realisation, she was grateful to find herself fully clothed and looked around the car, only to find it empty, she looked out the windows to see if anyone was keeping an eye on her, when she didn't see anyone noticeably observing the car but there were people, she tried the door to check if it was locked, but when the door opened completely she didn't waste anytime getting out of the car.

Inaya almost regretted her decision as soon as she jumped out of the car onto the loose gravel because, her legs were still buzzing with the pins and needles sensation, they were wobbly at best, she held onto the car and closed the door with gentle movements, trying not to alert her kidnapper that she was escaping from them. She walked to the back of the car and leaned on it for support and tried to stretch her legs a bit more for that feeling to subside and let the dizziness in her head settle. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to ease the heaviness of her head, when she heard heavy footsteps that made the stones in the loose gravel clatter against each other, she took a slight peep, only to find a man, that looked like the humanised version of hulk, he had a mane that could put many women to shame, and a physique that could put bodybuilders to shame. The only thing that scared her was the fact that this walking gender envy was heading towards her in anger, she turned back towards the road and decided that it would be best to ask someone for help, she ran towards the lone figure near a tree to the side of the road.

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Uzair took a deep inhale of the toxic smoke, he had almost chucked the whole box aside in his anger, but he calmed himself down and tried again, this time he was successful in sparking the lighter. He always had to remind himself to calm down, his emotions were a bunch of high speed winds that he couldn't control, it wasn't only a danger to those around him but also to his own self. With one last puff he discarded the butt and crushed it under his foot, he threw his head back as he let out the last mouthful of smoke and opened his eyes, he spotted the moon in its fullness, with a hint of yellow, a contrast to its usual bright cold grey colour. It wasn't until a tap on his shoulder and someone rushing right into him that he turned back to face the world.

Uzair thought that the most beautiful thing about the girl he kidnapped was her velvety pink petal-like lips, but he could now swear to god that he was wrong, it was her eyes, those hooded almond-shaped eyes, looking like two moons at their sharpest brilliance, they were a stunning grey, he felt like only reason the moon was yellow today had to be because this maiden had stolen all its brilliance and he only came back to his senses as she rushed to hide her petite self behind him, he saw Hamza making his way towards them as he looked towards where she was pointing. She was asking for help, telling him to contact the police as that man had kidnapped her. Had it been any other time he might have laughed at the irony of the situation, but today it only riled him up.

" please meri madat kijiye, iss aadmi ne mujhe agwa kar liya hai, bas police ko phone kar dijiye please" she requested hanging onto his sleeve, her voice sounded like a bell, clear and ringing in his mind, but it also held an appealing softness to it. Uzair turned back towards her and grabbed her right hand by the wrist knowing he couldn't afford to get distracted, she immediately froze up and looked up at him.

" Chup ekdum chup" Uzair hissed, she shrunk trying to back away like she could physically sense the venom in his heart. He then began to drag the girl back to the car and signalled Hamza to follow them, she began to pull against his grip, digging her nails into his wrist, telling him to let go.

"Haath chodo mera warna chilla dungi, jaane dein mujhe" she threatened him or at least tried to, she fought back like a tantrum throwing child. He turned back towards her and threw her over his shoulder without any warning, she screamed, causing a few heads to turn their way, but no one did anything because they all saw Hamza pull out his gun and hold it very visibly.

Uzair threw the door open and dropped her in, before he climbed in behind her, he turned towards Hamza, " Panch minute, main jab bulaun tab aana"

Hamza didn't say yes right away, but he eventually did with a silent nod and walked out of the earshot, hoping he wouldn't have to rush back.

In the car, Inaya curled as close to the opposite door as she could, she drew her knees close to her chest, one her hands soothing the spot of her abdomen that was aching due to her captor's shoulder digging into it when he carried her and the other was pressed against her forehead trying to soothe ache that returned with the giant man throwing her over his shoulder. She tried to shrink her presence further as he climbed in and shut the door behind him.

"Dekhiye, aap jaante nahi mai kon hu, kis ki beti hu, agar aapko koi musibat muh nahi modni, toh abhi isi waqt mujhe jaane dein." Inaya spoke with such calm and conviction that anyone who would have kidnapped her for a ransom might have asked her who she was and let her go due to her father's name and his reputation, but Uzair knew who she was and that was the very reason she was even his target in the first place, what irked him the most was the fact that she held such trust in her father and his love for her, that it was hard to think that it was the same man who wouldn't hesitate as he shot anyone with baloch blood in their veins.

"Accha ho kon tum, bhari baazar se utha liya tumhe, kisi ki himmat nahi hui mujhe kuch bolne ki...badi aayi dur desh ki mallika, yeh jo dhamki dene keliye saas barbad kar rahi ho na, woh apne baap ke liye sambhal ke rakho." Uzair fired back with a fervor that stunned her, then the slow realisation that she probably was kidnapped because of her father had begun to set in, but she wanted to see if he was just trying to fool her to make her comply.

"Mai SP Aslam Chaudhary ki beti hu, jab woh mujhe dhund lenge, tab aap bohot badi musibat me pad jayenge." She wanted to test the waters and see if she could scare these scary men into letting her go. She had unconsciously leaned closer as she was speaking just to help him understand the weight of his actions and what would be the reaction for it. There was a brief pause before he let out a scoff. Uzair didn't know what was escalating his anger, the mention of her father or the fact that she thought that child-like justification as to why he shouldn't do what he was.

"Acha? Mai toh dar gaya? Dekho mere haath kanp rahe he? Ek ulte haath ka diya na, tumko aur tumhare abba ko, dono ki akal thikane aa jayegi." Sarcasm was dripping thick in his honey-like barritone voice, it was probably better sounding when he wasn't threatening people and looming over them as he mimicked her action and leaned in, (even sitting, he was a whole head taller than her) as they stared into each other's eyes he realised that a single look into her eyes could tell him every underlying emotion in those khol rimmed eyes. His patience was running way too thin for him to continue any further, and called Hamza knowing he would regret his actions if things were to continue in the way they were.

"Hamza, gadi nikal" That was all Hamza needed to get back in and get ready for the rest of the drive.

"ek minute, voh, voh mai, mujhe." Hamza looked through the mirror, he didn't know if this was a good time for her to do this because he could see the vein on Uzair's forehead throb and his clenched jaw was a warning sign that he was on his final nerves. She was stuttering around to find words, twisting her duppata in her lap, but ultimately it was her wasting time, so he revved the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

"Mujhe, washroom jaana hai!" The girl blurted out loud and clear, following which she was flung right into the seat in front of her. Her nose throbbed with pain and involuntary tears made their way down her cheeks the hurt was too great for her to even ask why the hulk had slammed the brakes so hard. She could vaguely make out the hulk sputtering apologies for braking, the door on her side was opened and she was guided to the female washroom.

She was thoroughly warned from doing anything stupid because what Hamza had done might have been a mistake but the slenderman was not going to be as polite as the hulk(Not the last part ofc). She wanted to get out of that washroom as soon as she entered it, she finished her business as quickly as possible and ran out as the rancid smell in there made her gag and heave up whatever was in her stomach as she exited. She leaned against the opposing wall of dry heaving, luckily there was nothing in her stomach. She spotted a wash basin and went to rub her hands clean as she was terrified of what unknown diseases she might have contacted from her brief time in that godforsaken place. She splashed her face with some water to hopefully wash away some of that dizziness that still lingered.

"Yeh lijiye" Inaya turned around to see the hulk standing a few feet away and extending a water bottle her way, she was skeptical but the dry ache in her throat told her otherwise, she was extremely thankful that it wasn't cold as her sinus would flare up especially now that she was in a more stressful situation. She realised that her body was extremely dehydrated as she couldn't stop gulping down the water sip after sip, her throat was being soothed gently by the refreshing water. She took a deep breath as she capped the bottle again, keeping a slight eye on the man in front of her. She passed the bottle back to him as he guided her back to the car. Once back in the car, she didn't speak nor did they, but the tension in the vehicle could choke people to death, Inaya tried to keep calm and memorize where they were going so that she could at least make her way back if - no, she would run, with her life on the line when it comes to it, but for now she decided to be on a lookout for the perfect opportunity.

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Hi!!

Honestly I was there for a brief bit but not anymore though...

This story is based on the movie written and directed by Aditya Dhar, it has nothing to do with the actual inspiration of the incidents or characters for the movie from the real life instances, rather their portrayal in the movie by the characters.

Another quick note, Rehman Dakait is not a terrorist in this fic, he's a rebel against the Pakistani forces oppressing Balochistan and a gangster, Hamza is also a similar character and not a spy, these changes are to make this fic more digestible for the masses that can't look past their atrocities in real life. (Not saying that I am looking past them but, the actors were too hot)

✨ Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Inaya Aslam Chaudhary (oc)

🚬 Warnings: Mature content, consumption of alcohol, consumption of tobacco, consumption of weed, abusive words, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, age gap, non con, dub con, Uzair is a warning by himself

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Uzair Baloch x OC - the best closer in the business is here to collect his dues of blood and tears and he will use whatever means necessary

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"Bhai, waha rokdu?" Hamza asked Uzair signalling to the mid-size dhaba. Uzair, who was already a joint and about half a pack of cigarettes down was craving food and needed some air before he picked up another one of either, gave a silent nod. Hamza lightly pulled up to the empty parking space of the dhaba, there weren't many people, and everyone looked sane enough to not pick a fight with the two hulking figures that got off the jeep. The men exchanged a look to see if they were on the same page with regards to the order of hitting the washroom after the last 7 hours of sitting in the car.

"Hamze, tu pehle jaake aaja, phir mai jaata hu, kisi ko tho rukna hi hai." Uzair said as he walked around to the driver's side and leaned against the door and pulled out his pack of cigarettes only to realise that he had smoked all of it, and spotted his brand on the shelf behind tea counter of the dhaba. He glanced at Inaya, who was still unconscious in the back seat, her head was lolling to one side, which was going to give her a hell of a stiff neck once she was up.

Only god knew what had promoted Uzair to open her side of the door to correct her posture before he left to get his cigarette pack, he gently held the back of her neck and guided it to the headrest for support. He had to physically step away from her and slam the door shut to stop looking at her face, but they way her lashes curled or the way her little button nose had the tiniest bump on the bridge or her lips that looked like velvety petals as they had parted to let out a sigh of relief were now imprinted in his memory.

Uzair saw Hamza heading his way so he met him halfway, "mere liye cigarette 2 pack le lena aur khane ka bhi dekh lena" Hamza nodded yess and moved towards the car and heard Uzair calling out, "Nazar rak na"

Hamza was silent in compliance, his heart aching for the girl in the back seat, it was the ache of intense pity as the minute she would wake up, it would be a completely new reality when compared to the quiet shelter of her life that was being pushed out of her hands without her consent. He knew her schedules like clockwork as he was sent to stalk her to scour for the perfect opportunity to get her. One could learn a lot about a person when observing them for a week, she was studious, staying hours in the college library and topping in the exams, she was respectful, didn't talk down to anyone, not even the house help, and the most prominent thing about her was that she didn't converse with anyone more than what was necessary unless those people were close to her.

To harm such a person, a woman at that, for revenge felt underhanded to Hamza but he also in a very twisted way understood why this was Uzair's preferred way, Uzair had just snatched the very being who was the personification of breath in SP Aslam's lungs in the same way Uzair had been stripped of the only semblance of brotherhood, and the warm hand of his brother who was also his only family, when his own parents were murdered in cold blood, it was Rehman who had taken him in, held his hand when he was unsure of his own existence and lent his shoulder to cry on when the terrors came to haunt him.

Hamza couldn't bear to look at her any longer as his conscience continued to mock him, he walked into the dhaba and sat facing the car to ensure that he could keep an eye on it and the girl sitting in it. The waiter approached almost immediately, it was a young kid who looked like he'd just entered his teenage years, he donned a pathani kurta that was a size or two too big for him, he held a small notepad and a cheap ballpoint pen in his hands ready to jot down the order. He'd ordered enough food for 3 people just in case the girl in the back seat might wake up and told the boy to get him two packs of Marlboro red, which he did as soon as he passed on the order to the person on the counter.

Uzair got out of the washroom and headed directly to the table where he saw Hamza, and sat on the other side of the table not wanting to block Hamza's view of the car. Hamza slid the cigerette packs to him as they sat in silence, canvassing their surroundings to ensure that they could respond to any immediate threat. The food arrived in order, their teen waiter bought a couple glasses and a bottle of cold water, followed by plates and hot rotis and finally brought out a sizzling dish of nihari and served it onto their plates carefully.

One bite of the food, was all it took for Uzair to leave the table and head to the parking space, he could neither stop the hollow ache in his chest nor could he control the tears that gathered in his eyes, it was Rehman's favourite dish, and tasted exactly how he preferred, slow cooked and spiced just right. He moved further than the parking lot, towards the huge tree near the side of the road and pulled out a cigarette and tried to light it multiple times, but was getting more frustrated at his failure to light it. The tears had made their way down his cheeks in silence and wouldn't stop no matter how many times he wiped them.

Tagging: @nervouscashrascalflowers @perfectcherryblossomrebel @warnermeadowsgirl @tanipartner @blossomedfloweroflove @chummywchimmy @scentedwolfdragon @desi-brownie @rehmandakaitswife @seasonofthenerd @harrystyleskiwi9 @rini4everdreaming @geometric-circle @doresthings @peonies7002 @buchanana00 @cloudmast

Hey! I'm currently working on it as I had to rewrite it after a stupid move on my end that caused the almost revised version to be lost.

My brain refused to co-operate with me after that, and I didn't have it in me to start over, I'm trying to get back in the flow state, so that I can go ahead and work on it, but yeah I am almost half way there again!!!

This story is based on the movie written and directed by Aditya Dhar, it has nothing to do with the actual inspiration of the incidents or characters for the movie from the real life instances, rather their portrayal in the movie by the characters.

Another quick note, Rehman Dakait is not a terrorist in this fic, he's a rebel against the Pakistani forces oppressing Balochistan and a gangster, Hamza is also a similar character and not a spy, these changes are to make this fic more digestible for the masses that can't look past their atrocities in real life. (Not saying that I am looking past them but, the actors were too hot)

✨ Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Inaya Aslam Chaudhary (oc)

🚬 Warnings: Mature content, consumption of alcohol, consumption of tobacco, consumption of weed, abusive words, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, age gap, non con, dub con, Uzair is a warning by himself

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Uzair Baloch x OC - the best closer in the business is here to collect his dues of blood and tears and he will use whatever means necessary

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Inaya was out to run some errands and mainly get her engagement dress fitted as she had lost some weight in the past few weeks, probably from the stress of the upcoming wedding. She was supposed to be accompanied by her grandmother, but as the sweet old lady had taken to bed, Inaya was left to get the work done. Dressed in a pale powder blue silk kurta that sat loosely on her frame not highlighting any curves ending above her knees and a similar silk plazzo pants that flowed with each of her steps with her head covered by an ombre organza dupatta she had wrapped around loosely, she stood out in a subtle way, one might not notice her if she passed by but once she caught your eye it would be hard to take them off her.

Inaya was weaving the market roads with efficiency of someone on a time crunch, stopping only when and where it was necessary, she had handed the master-ji her dress and informed him where the changes had to be made and she set out to explore the rest of the market, one thing she was looking to buy were some bangles made of lacquer.

Thankfully she didn't have to look for too long she found the shop with the help of other vendors, she had gotten two customized sets, one in pale pastel colours, an amazing blend of a baby pink, chick yellow and the green of young leaves, while the other was an enigmatic blend of a glittery royal blue and gold on a black background. She couldn't help as she already wore the pastel pair as they went well with the suit she was wearing, while the other two were neatly put in the side of her handbag that sat on her shoulder.

After looking through a few more places and purchasing what she thought went well with the chosen outfits for nikah and walima, she decided to head back towards the tailor's shop and collected her heavy and embellished sharara and began to move towards the main road to catch a rikshaw back home before the evening rush would fully started to set in and the later she would show up at home, the higher the chances were that her grandparents might be alerting her baba, worried for her safety.

She was a few metres away from the main road when she saw a rickshaw pull away, causing her to slow down a little defeated with the heavy sharara causing the ache in her arms. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her waist and a wet cloth placed over her face, mainly her mouth and nose forcing her to inhale whatever was causing the dampness of the fabric, she tried to trash and scream, but the strength of the person holding her was superior to her own and after a few moments she felt her body start to go weak.

Uzair calmly carried the girl to the car a few steps away and placed her in the backseat and signalled Hamza to get the bags she dropped, thankful that they didn't have to threaten anyone into silence. Soon they pulled away from the street and began their journey for Quetta. As he relaxed in the backseat Uzair finally took a good look at her, she had a pale complexion, with pink cheeks and would bruise at the slightest force, her now red face a proof of it, he could almost see the faint lines of his hand, her duppata had slipped from her head when she was struggling, revealing the soft waves of her almost brown hair that was reaching well below her waist. She looked like one of those china dolls that sat in the decoration case back home in Lyari, hard to find and easy to break.

It had been an hour since they had hit the highway, 3 hours since they kidnapped the girl, and would take about 7 or 8 hours for them to reach Quetta when Uzair noticed that Hamza was silent, it wasn't anything surprising but the way he was looking back at her every few minutes through the mirror was caught by Uzair, "Oy Hamze, kya baat hai?" Hamza's gaze shifted to Uzair as he heard the question and immediately diverted his eyes to the road.

"Kuch nahi bhai" He replied curtly.

"Hamze, bata de lodu" Uzair asked again as he lit a joint to calm himself down, he noticed that on an instinct, Hamza had rolled the windows down. Uzair kept staring through the mirror, letting Hamza know that he was not taking no for an answer.

"Bahi vo, hum sahi kar rahe hai? Yalina ke umr ki lagti hai." Hamza structured his words well, the question was followed by a little food for thought, his conscience mocking him, questioning how far he was going to fall. Uzair looked at her to his right and didn't look away as he replied.

"Nahi, par agar SP ko khoon ke ansoo nahi rulaye na, mujhe chain nahi aane wala." Uzair made his stance clear to Hamza, he didn't care how, but he will be hitting the SP exactly where it was going to hurt. He knew that the SP had probably already issued a missing person case for his daughter but he also knew that in this country even without using his power and connections to suppress the search, it was going to be at least 2 days before SP would get the whole force moving and that would be enough time for him to erase all her tracks.

This story is based on the movie written and directed by Aditya Dhar, it has nothing to do with the actual inspiration of the incidents or characters for the movie from the real life instances, rather their portrayal in the movie by the characters.

Another quick note, Rehman Dakait is not a terrorist in this fic, he's a rebel against the Pakistani forces oppressing Balochistan and a gangster, Hamza is also a similar character and not a spy, these changes are to make this fic more digestible for the masses that can't look past their atrocities in real life. (Not saying that I am looking past them but, the actors were too hot)

✨ Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Inaya Aslam Chaudhary (oc)

🚬 Warnings: Mature content, consumption of alcohol, consumption of tobacco, consumption of weed, abusive words, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, age gap, non con, dub con, Uzair is a warning by himself

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Uzair Baloch x OC - the best closer in the business is here to collect his dues of blood and tears and he will use whatever means necessary

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Rehan Dakait's death had left his whole family devastated. Especially his cousin, Uzair who grew up under his shadow and thought of him as a father figure. Uzair had always looked up to Rehman, followed through his older brother's words and was known as the best closer in the business.

Uzair had been trying to find an opening in the well constructed defence of SP Aslam Chaudhary, the man responsible for the passing of Sher-e-baloch, months of patience and lying in wait had paid off when Uzair got intel on the existence of SP Aslam's beloved daughter and her soon to be wedding he was on the path of silent destruction and revenge he knew what to do.

Inaya Aslam Chaudhary was the silver lining of her father's life, after her mother was murdered in cold blood during a retaliatory attack when she was just a toddler, her father sent her off to live with her grandparents in Islamabad. He was always present in her life, sometimes standing next to her, other times protecting her from a distance but always keeping her away from his world.

S. P. Aslam Chaudhary,had to some extent predicted the bloodbath that would follow after Rehman's death and for that reason, he'd found a good match for his little girl, someone who could treasure her existence the way he had, but wouldn't be forced to stay away from her. The groom was a boy from a dignified family, 8 years older than his daughter but a decent boy none the less.

Inaya was about to start the last year of her literature degree, she was a gentle soul, not blissfully unaware of the cruelty of the world but safely guarded from it. She had met her fiance on a handful of occasions but she understood his rhythm, he wanted a soft power over her, not the kind that put her in a golden cage, but the kind that wrapped silver chains to her hands. Giving her the freedom of doing what he allowed, it wasn't the worst kind but it wasn't the norm she was used to. She thought she was better off than in a more suffocating environment, but she would have to learn and unlearn quite a few things to be happy where she'll be going.

Unknown to her, there was a storm named Uzair Baloch heading her way, who was going to wreak havoc in her peaceful life, while she was preparing to begin a new one with her fiance.