Zimal was shocked after seeing Sahriar and his manager Ibrahim in her house.
Zimal said, “Sir, you…”
Ibrahim asked gently, “Miss Zimal, how are you?”
Zimal replied, “Thanks for your concern.
I’m okay.”
Afifa said, “Sir, please have a seat.
Would you like something to drink?”
Sahriar replied coldly, “No, thanks.”
Zimal thought they had come to apologize, but she soon realized they had other intentions.
Ibrahim said, “Miss Zimal, you have to resign.”
Zimal frowned.
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
Sahriar said firmly, “You are a troublemaker.
If I fire you, people might think wrong about you, so you should resign for your own sake.
Ibrahim asked me to tell you this.
It’s none of my business.”
Afifa stepped forward.
“Sir, why do you want to fire her?
Is everything okay?”
Sahriar replied coldly, “You have caused too much trouble for me and my company.
My father is already worried about me, so I decided to remove all troublemakers from my life.”
Zimal stood silently, unable to process everything.
She only listened as he continued his lecture.
Sahriar ordered, “Call those people.”
Ibrahim replied softly, “Yes, sir.”
Soon, several people entered carrying bags filled with expensive food and items.
Zimal asked, confused, “What is all this, sir?”
Ibrahim explained, “Miss Zimal, this is compensation for your loss.”
Sahriar said, “I think this is enough for you.
If you need anything, you can tell him.
And don’t ever come to the office again.
Got it?”
After saying this, Sahriar and Ibrahim turned to leave.
But suddenly, Zimal called out, “Sir, wait a moment!”
She picked up all the items and handed them back to Ibrahim.
”Thank you for your pity, but I don’t want this.
Take it back.”
Then she turned to Sahriar and said angrily,
”And you… you son of a bitch, you conman, you liar!
You should apply for a lawyer’s license because you were born for deception.
You’re doing your job perfectly—targeting innocent people.
You call me a troublemaker, but you are the real troublemaker!”
Sahriar looked at her coldly.
“Are you finished?
If you have nothing else to say, goodbye, Miss Zimal.”
Ibrahim stepped closer and said softly, “I’m sorry, Miss Zimal.
I can’t do anything.
I’m really sorry.”
He lowered his head in regret and pity before leaving with Sahriar.
Zimal stood frozen.
“I had more to say… but I couldn’t.”
Afifa gently said, “I know you said everything you felt.”
Zimal looked at her.
“What?”
Afifa hesitated.
“Nothing.”
—
On the other side, Sahriar and Ibrahim were in the car.
Ibrahim asked, “Sir, why did you come yourself?
I could have handled it.”
Sahriar replied coldly, “So what?
I just wanted to make sure she understands she is a troublemaker.”
Ibrahim sighed.
“Sir, what should I do now?”
Sahriar asked, “With whom?”
Ibrahim replied, “With myself.”
Sahriar frowned.
“You should be clearer in one sentence.”
Ibrahim laughed lightly.
“How can I work part-time or live normally when you don’t even give me one minute of rest?”
Sahriar smirked.
“So the ‘with’ is me?”
Ibrahim nodded.
“You are smart, sir… but you’ll understand everything after the assignment.”
Sahriar snapped, “Shut up.”
—
Meanwhile, Zawar arrived at the office in a bad mood.
His phone rang.
He picked up.
Afifa said softly, “Hello…”
Zawar replied, “Yes, is everything okay?”
Afifa said, “No, I just called to ask about your health.
Are you okay?
You know Zimal is very upset.
Her anger is like a bomb right now.
She even yelled at me many times, and she also yelled at you.
Please understand her situation.”
Zawar replied shortly, “Okay, bye.”
He cut the call immediately.
—
At the office, Sahriar noticed Zawar and his anger.
He returned to his cabin and told Ibrahim, “Fire him too.”
Ibrahim widened his eyes.
“Sir, are you crazy?
First Zimal, now Zawar?
Do you think you can fire everyone like this?”
Sahriar replied calmly, “I’ll increase your salary with a bonus.”
Ibrahim instantly changed tone.
“Oh sir… then this is a great idea.
He is dumb anyway.”
Sahriar said, “Fire him now.
He dared to yell at me.”
Ibrahim asked, “Sir, what about Afifa?”
Sahriar replied, “Leave her.
She can do nothing to me.”
But then Sahriar paused in thought.
Am I doing the right thing?
Ibrahim asked, “Sir?”
Sahriar quickly replied, “Nothing.”
Ibrahim said softly, “Sir… I know you regret firing Miss Zimal, but it’s not in your control.”
Sahriar muttered, “Hmm…”
Ibrahim asked again, “Do you really regret it?”
Sahriar snapped, “What regret?
Once I do something, regret is not in my vocabulary.
Got it?”
Ibrahim nodded.
“Okay, sir.
May I go now?”
Sahriar replied, “Hmm… go.”
Ibrahim left the cabin.
Alone, Sahriar whispered to himself,
”But why does it hurt?
Why do I feel regret?
Why do I keep thinking about her?
Was I really that bad?
How do I bring her back… back to me?
What can I do so she forgives me?
How do I heal her wounds… wounds I caused?
Should I kill that man?
But what if she hates me even more?
What should I do?”
His eyes slowly filled with tears.
For the first time, Sahriar regretted everything he had done to Zimal.
—
Meanwhile, Zawar entered the room with a letter.
”Sir, this is my resignation letter.
Please accept it.”
Sahriar frowned.
“Is this a joke?”
Zawar asked, confused, “What?”
Sahriar raised his voice.
“Do you think this is a game?
Whenever you feel like it, you just resign?
Go back and do your work.”
He stormed out of the cabin angrily.
Ibrahim asked, “Sir, is everything okay?”
Sahriar replied, “Cancel Zawar’s resignation.”
Ibrahim said, “But sir, you told me to process it.”
Sahriar snapped, “Now I’m telling you to cancel it.
Got it?”
Ibrahim nodded.
“Okay, sir.”
—
At that moment, Zawar received a message.
It was from Zimal.
”Can we meet?”
Zawar replied immediately,
”Yes, we can.”
Zimal decided to meet Zawar at a restaurant.
Zawar arrived first and waited for her.
After a few minutes, Zimal entered wearing a blue dress and carrying an expensive bag.
To Zawar, she looked like a princess—so beautiful that it felt as if God had sent her only for him.
The moment he saw her, it felt like he had returned to life after death.
Zimal softly said, “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Zawar smiled faintly.
“It’s okay… it hasn’t been that long.”
”How are you, Zawar?” she asked gently.
For a moment, Zawar found it hard to speak.
Just hearing her voice made his heart shake.
After a pause, he replied softly, “Yes, Miss Zimal… I’m fine.
How are you?”
”I’m good.”
”Miss… if you’re not feeling well, we can meet another day.
Why are you forcing yourself?”
”I already said I’m fine.
Not completely, but… I’m okay.”
”Is something wrong?”
”No,” she shook her head.
“I just wanted to see if you were alright… and to apologize for what I did.”
”There’s no need for that, Miss.
I should be the one apologizing.”
”Okay, don’t be formal,” she said softly.
“And I’m really sorry for that day.
I lost control of myself… please forgive me, Zawar.”
”Okay… let it be,” he replied quietly.
“What would you like to order?”
”Anything you choose.”
Zawar called the waiter and placed the order.
After a short silence, he asked, “Miss Zimal… when are you coming back to the office?”
Zimal looked at him.
“You don’t know?”
”What?”
”Sahriar Sir fired me.”
The words hit Zawar like a shockwave.
His voice trembled.
“Miss Zimal… how?
Why?
How could he do this to you?
Has he lost his mind?”
Zimal gave a weak smile.
“No… I deserved it.
I caused too much trouble for him.
And even if he hadn’t fired me, I would have resigned anyway.
So don’t worry about me.”
Then she added softly, “And… thank you.”
”For what, Miss?”
”For saving me at the construction site.
If you hadn’t come that day… I might not be alive.”
”There’s no need to thank me,” Zawar said quickly.
“I would always help you.”
Zimal stood up.
“Okay… I should leave now.”
”So early?” Zawar said, panicked.
“Can I drop you home?”
”There’s no need.
I can go myself.”
”Please, Miss.”
After a brief pause, she nodded.
“Okay.”
—
On the way home, Zawar felt something he had never felt before.
Happiness.
Just sitting near her… just dropping her home… it felt like he was living in heaven.
For the first time, hope bloomed in his heart.
But deep down, he also felt something strange… as if he was hiding something from her.
—
At the same time, in the office…
”Sir, we have a meeting this evening,” Ibrahim said.
”I don’t want to go,” Sahriar replied coldly.
You can’t just do things when you feel like it.”
”Shut up.
Don’t lecture me.”
”Okay, sir.
But don’t cross your limits…”
Sahriar glared at him.
“Do you want me to cut your bonus or not?”
Ibrahim quickly smiled nervously.
“Sir… I was joking.
Relax.”
Silence fell between them.
After a moment, Sahriar asked quietly, “What about Zimal?”
”Zimal?” Ibrahim replied.
“Sir… if you forgot, let me remind you… you fired her.”
”Hm…” Sahriar looked away.
“How could I forget her?”
His voice dropped into a whisper.
—
Meanwhile, at home…
”Yes, I met him today,” Zimal said.
Afifa’s eyes widened.
“Wow… but how am I supposed to believe that?”
”You can ask him yourself.”
”Okay, okay… but why did you meet him?”
”Stop asking questions and help me find a job.”
”Zimal, what are you even planning now?”
”Nothing… I’ll manage.”
”Manage what?”
”Where is your mind, Afifa?”
”You make me tired,” Afifa sighed.
”Do I?”
”What should I do with you?
I think I’ve lost my mind living with you.”
”Shut up, you stupid,” Zimal said lightly.
”Okay fine.
You rest.
I’ll see what I can do about your job.”
”About me?”
”No, about your job, idiot!”
”Oh… okay.”
”Bye, babes.”
”Bye.”
—
After Afifa left, Zimal’s smile slowly faded.
Her thoughts drifted back to the hospital.
That man… the attack… the blood…
A fear slowly crept into her chest.
Was he alive?
Or dead?
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She answered.
”Hello?
Who is this?”
A strange voice replied, cold and unfamiliar.
”Miss… how could you forget me?”
Zimal froze.
“Zawar?”
The voice laughed darkly.
“How is Zawar, Miss?
I’m not Zawar.”
Her hands began to shake.
“Then… who are you?”
A chilling chuckle came through the phone.
”The one whose master you killed.”
Zimal went pale.
”H-how is that possible?” she whispered.
”Miss… aren’t you supposed to open the door?”
Her eyes widened.
”Are you here?”
The call suddenly ended.
At that exact moment, the doorbell rang violently—again and again, like someone was trying to break the door down.
Zimal stepped back in terror.
Tears streamed down her face.
”I… I didn’t do anything… please leave me alone… I’m not the one you’re looking for…”
Her voice broke completely.
The doorbell kept ringing.
And then—
A familiar voice came from outside.
”Zimal… it’s me… Sahriar Sikander.”
The moment she heard his voice, she felt like she could finally breathe again.
She rushed to the door and opened it.
There he stood.
Calm.
Cold.
Watching her carefully.
”Sahriar Sir… you?
Why did you come?
Is everything okay?”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
”Zimal… are you okay?”
”Yes, Sir… I’m fine.
Why would anything happen to me?”
But her shaking hands betrayed her fear.
”I heard the attacker from the hospital escaped my security,” Sahriar said slowly.
“Did he come here?”
”No, Sir,” she lied quickly.
Then, softer, she added, “And please… don’t come here again.
We don’t have any relation anymore.
It’s not right.”
Sahriar’s expression hardened.
”I didn’t even want to come here.”
He turned without another word and walked back to his car.
But as he left, neither of them realized…
This was only the beginning of something far more dangerous.