The meeting started in a tense atmosphere.
Sahriar Sikander sat calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips—as if he already knew the outcome of everything.
His confidence filled the room.
Jennifer, slightly nervous, began explaining the details of her company in front of everyone.
Zimal sat quietly, observing everything.
Afifa was also there.
Zimal raised one eyebrow slightly and gave a small knowing smile, while Sahriar continued watching everything with sharp, unreadable eyes.
Finally, Sahriar spoke.
Sahriar Sikander: “I want to invest in your company.”
The room went silent.
Jennifer’s eyes widened in shock.
Jennifer: “Sir… are you serious?
How can you—”
Sahriar tilted his head slightly.
Sahriar Sikander: “So… I can’t?”
Jennifer: “No sir, I mean… yes, you can.”
A small smirk appeared on his face.
Sahriar Sikander: “Good.
Then the meeting is over.”
He stood up, adjusting his coat, and walked out as if nothing unusual had happened.
Jennifer exhaled sharply.
”Uff… this trouble,” she muttered before leaving.
As she reached her car, she paused and looked back at the building once… then went inside again.
Inside the Company Corridor
Zimal stopped Jennifer.
Zimal: “Miss… you don’t seem to like Mega Company.”
Jennifer frowned.
Jennifer: “That’s none of your business.”
Zimal said nothing more, just watched her leave quietly.
Inside the Car – Sahriar & Ibrahim
Sahriar sat in the back seat with Ibrahim driving.
A strange smile still lingered on Sahriar’s face—he seemed lost in thoughts… or someone.
Ibrahim glanced at him through the rear mirror.
Ibrahim: “Are you okay, sir?”
Sahriar Sikander: “Yes… I’m fine.”
A short pause.
Ibrahim: “Sir… you seem… different today.”
Sahriar didn’t answer immediately.
Sahriar Sikander: “Where is Afifa?”
Ibrahim: “Sir, she came with Zimal to the company.”
Sahriar Sikander: “To our company?”
Ibrahim: “Yes, sir.”
Sahriar nodded slowly.
Sahriar Sikander: “Good.”
After a moment, Ibrahim spoke again hesitantly.
Ibrahim: “Sir… police came to the company for investigation at night.”
Sahriar’s expression turned serious.
Sahriar Sikander: “Hmm… okay.”
At Zimal’s Company Cabin
Zimal sat in her cabin, focused on work.
Suddenly, Elaf and Yahiya entered.
Elaf: “So now I understand the assignment…”
Zimal looked up.
Zimal: “What are you talking about?”
Yahya: “Zimal… you are doing really well.”
Zimal: “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
Elaf smirked slightly.
Elaf: “I know how Sahriar Sikander looks at you… like he has lost himself in your eyes.”
Zimal immediately looked away.
Zimal: “No… that’s not true.
He doesn’t like me.”
Elaf: “No, no… there’s definitely something special.”
Zimal stood up.
Zimal: “Go and do your work.”
Both nodded.
Elaf & Yahya: “Okay, madam.”
Zimal sat back down, frustrated.
Zimal (to herself): “How can Allah test me like this…”
Afifa Arrives
Afifa entered with coffee.
Afifa: “Here… your coffee.”
Zimal: “When are you going?”
Afifa: “With you.
And you too.”
Zimal: “Why?”
Afifa: “Ibrahim said you have to come to the company at night.”
Zimal sighed.
Zimal: “Okay…”
Afifa frowned.
Afifa: “Just ‘okay’?
What do you mean?”
Zimal: “Nothing… Sahriar Sikander told me to keep it secret.”
Afifa narrowed her eyes.
Afifa: “You know him?”
Zimal: “Just… do your work.
We’ll go later.”
Mega Land Development Company – Night
Zimal arrived with Afifa.
The building looked massive and intimidating.
Afifa dropped her and left.
Zimal stood outside for a moment, nervous.
Zimal (thinking): “First time entering this place…” after resign.
She took a deep breath and went inside.
Inside, she walked toward Sahriar’s cabin.
When she entered—
The room went silent.
Sahriar Sikander, Ibrahim, and another unknown man in a black coat were already waiting.
Zimal: “Hello…”
Sahriar looked up.
Sahriar Sikander: “So… you arrived.”
Ibrahim stood up.
Ibrahim: “Please sit here, ma’am.”
Zimal sat down slowly.
Investigation Begins
Sahriar Sikander: “We need to revisit the case.
From my point of view.”
Zimal: “Yes.”
The lawyer spoke.
Lawyer: “Ma’am Zimal… can you explain everything about that hospital incident in detail?”
Zimal paused… her hands slightly trembled.
Sahriar noticed it but stayed silent.
Then gently he said:
Sahriar Sikander: “You can trust us.
We are doing this for your safety.”
Zimal nodded slowly.
Zimal’s Statement
Zimal: “That night… I was in my room.I was lying on the bed when a stranger suddenly entered my room.
Something slipped from his hand, and the noise made me sit up immediately.
He was wearing black clothes and a black cap.
When I looked at him carefully, I noticed a knife in his right hand.
Fear rushed through me as I stared at the mysterious stranger standing in front of me.
She took a breath.
Okay, did you see his face?” Shariar Sikander asked.
Zimal ” but you caught him.
Shariar Sikander “Yes, but “The problem is that the face he had wasn’t real.
He was wearing a disguise, and he managed to escape.” And he run from my escape.
What?” Zimal said in shock.
“So, that was the same man who came to my house that day.”
Sahriar frowned.
“When I came to your house that day, why didn’t you tell me about this?”
”Sorry,” Zimal lowered her head.
“I wasn’t in the condition to tell you anything at that time.”
Ibrahim nodded.
“That’s alright.
You can tell us now.”
Zimal took a deep breath.
“I was in my room at home when my phone rang.
I answered the call, and a stranger started talking to me.
He said that he knew me.”and would never let me go.
He said he is not alone… he is the leader.”
Everyone listened carefully.
Her voice started shaking.
Zimal: “The door was knocked again and again… louder and louder.”
She closed her eyes for a second.
Zimal: “Then… I heard sir Sahriar’s voice outside… and I opened the door.”
The room went completely silent.
Ibrahim leaned forward.
Ibrahim: “Ma’am… do you recognize anything about the attacker?”
Zimal thought hard.
Zimal: “In the hospital… I heard a voice… like a man, but also like edited… robotic… like AI.”
She paused again.
Zimal: “And on his hand… there was a tattoo.”
Ibrahim exchanged a look with Sahriar.
Ibrahim: “So it might not be one person…”
After Investigation
Police arrived, asked questions, and left.
The atmosphere remained heavy.
Sahriar looked at Zimal.
Sahriar Sikander: “Are you okay?”
Zimal: “Yes… I’m fine.”
Car Scene – Return
Ibrahim offered to drop Zimal home.
Ibrahim: “I’ll drop you.”
Zimal: “Okay.”
Suddenly Sahriar spoke.
Sahriar Sikander: “Can you drop me too?”
Ibrahim blinked.
Ibrahim: “Sir… you have your own car.”
Sahriar Sikander: “Just do it.”
Ibrahim sighed.
Ibrahim: “Okay, sir.”
Inside the car, silence filled the air.
Suddenly Zimal spoke.
Zimal: “Oh… I remember something.”
The car stopped slightly.
Sahriar Sikander: “What do you remember?”
Zimal hesitated.
Zimal: “Nothing… sir.”
Sahriar narrowed his eyes.
Sahriar Sikander: “If you remember anything, tell me first.
You have my number.”
Zimal shook her head.
Zimal: “No sir… I deleted it.”
A slight pause.
Sahriar Sikander: “Oh… nice.
Great work.”
Ibrahim glanced at both of them.
After Dropping Zimal
In the car, Sahriar became silent.
Ibrahim: “Sir… what do you think?”
Sahriar’s expression darkened.
Sahriar Sikander: “Someone is after Zimal.”
He leaned back.
Sahriar Sikander: “And we need to find out who.”
Next Day – Mystery Parcel
At Zimal’s office, she received a parcel.
Zimal: “Who sent this?”
At first, she thought it was Afifa.
But when she opened it…
A letter and a strange packet inside.
Her hands froze.
Before she could react, Jennifer’s call came.
Jennifer (on phone): “Zimal, come here quickly.”
Zimal quickly placed the box aside and left.
Zimal left Jennifer’s office after finishing her work and returned to her cabin.
As soon as she sat down, her eyes again fell on the mysterious box placed on the side of her table.
For a moment, she stared at it silently, confused and slightly nervous.
But she pushed her thoughts aside and focused on her work.
After some time, she picked up her phone and called Zawar.
The call rang twice before he picked up.
Zawar: “Hello, Zimal?”
Zimal: “Zawar… can you come and pick me up?”
There was a short pause, and then Zawar’s voice turned warm and happy.
Zawar: “Of course.
I’m coming right now.”
Zimal: “Okay… I’ll wait outside.”
She ended the call and continued her work for a while before heading out.
Outside the Company
Zimal stood near the gate, waiting quietly.
A few minutes later, Zawar’s car arrived.
He quickly got out and looked at her with a soft smile.
Zawar: “Let’s go.”
Zimal nodded and sat inside the car.
In the Car
The drive was calm.
Neither of them spoke much at first.
The silence was comfortable.
After a while, Zimal spoke softly.
Zimal: “Can we stop somewhere?
I want coffee.”
Zawar smiled immediately.
Zawar: “Sure.”
He turned the car toward a nearby café.
At the Café
They both went inside and ordered coffee.
Soon, they sat near the window.
Zimal carefully picked up her cup, but suddenly her hand slipped.
Hot coffee spilled onto Zawar’s hand.
Zimal: “Oh no!
I’m so sorry, it was a mistake!”
She looked panicked and worried.
Zawar quickly pulled his hand back but didn’t get angry.
Instead, he smiled softly.
Zawar: “It’s okay, Zimal.
Don’t worry.”
Zimal: “I really didn’t mean it… I’m sorry.”
Zawar gently shook his head.
Zawar: “It’s just coffee.
Nothing serious.”
He wiped his hand and looked at her with a calm expression.
Zawar: “Relax.
I’m fine.”
Zimal slowly nodded, still feeling guilty.
Zimal looked at Zawar’s hand with concern after the hot coffee spilled on him.
Even though it wasn’t a serious burn, she still felt guilty.
Zimal: “Zawar… please roll up your sleeve.
Let me clean it properly.”
Zawar hesitated for a moment, then looked at her gently.
There was a soft, almost amused smile on his face as he slowly rolled up his shirt sleeve.
Zawar: “It’s really okay, Zimal.
It’s not that serious.”
But Zimal didn’t listen.
Her eyes remained fixed and serious, as though she had noticed something unusual on his arm.
She leaned closer, gently wiping the coffee, but then suddenly paused.
Her fingers stopped moving.
There was something on Zawar’s skin… something that didn’t look normal.
A faint mark.
Not a burn.
Not a stain.
A small, strange symbol—almost like a coded mark or a hidden sign.
Zimal’s expression changed immediately.
Zimal (softly): “Zawar… what is this?”
Zawar looked at her in confusion and quickly pulled his arm back slightly.
Zawar: “What are you talking about?”
Zimal pointed at the mark, her voice now lower and serious.
Zimal: “This… this is not normal.”
For a moment, Zawar didn’t respond.
His face turned a little tense, like he himself wasn’t expecting her to notice it.
The atmosphere between them shifted instantly—from calm to suspicious.
Zimal slowly looked up at him.
And for the first time… she felt something was hidden from her.
Something important.