" Brother, Brother!" The screams of Murad ecohes in the hall like it was all empty. The smell of rotten flesh fills the air. "No brother! Wake up!" Murad shouted while he shakes the cold body.

"Murad, Murad!" Mr Tahir drags him away from the body "Please! Control yourself!"

"Why father!?? Why!???" Murad screames once again.

"Son!" Mr Tahir grabs his shoulders, he could feel that Murad was shaking. Mr Tahir was also shaking. But he gathered all his strenght, with tearfull eyes looked at his younger son and said "Murad! If you lose patience, what will happen to Hani?!"

Murad looked up, the glances of the father and son mets. Then Murad swallowed. He manages to control himself somehow, turns around and looks at his younger sister. She was standing there, quite. Silent. Just tears in her eyes not even blinking her eyes. "Hani," Muard runs towards her and hugged her tightly. But she didn't hug back.

Murad don't let her go. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, "Big Brother..... don't leave me." She raises her shaking right hand towards the corpse and whispers, "Take me with you"

"Assalam-o-alikum(Muslims way of greeting)" Shehram's said while entering inside the living room.

"Wa-alikum-masalam( Muslims answer to greeting)" Mr. Tahir said. "Wa-alikum-masalam" Mrs Tahir said.

"How are you mama?" Shehram asked while kissing his moms hand. "Allhamdulliah (Muslims way of saying thank god for everything) fine my son. How was your day at work?"

"As usual" Shehram said with a passionate voice.

"And what does that means?" His father asked.

"Nothing, just the scam. It is a mega money scandal. So much corruption. Mr Jaffar is giving a very big loss to this country" Shehram said.

" I know him, a billionaire by eating others rights. I know your investigating team is working hard and you too as a reporter but son, Mr. Jaffar won't let you do that" Mr.Tahir said.

"Who's afraid of him? My brother isn't. Am I right brother?" Murad, younger brother of Shehram came inside the living room.

"Of course young tiger, after all I'm your brother."

The two brothers hugged each other and sit down on the sofa next to Mr and Mrs Tahir.

"So, how was your university?" Shehram asked.

"No fun, just assignments, quiz, papers bla bla bla." Murad answered.

"Oh! I thought you said this term is very easy." Shehram teased.

"No I haven't! Did I mom? Did you ever hear me saying that dad?" Murad burned.

"Hahaha, Shehram, don't tease him, you know him." Mr Tahir said.

"Then go and get me another brother so I could tease him." Shehram said while rubbing his fist on Murad's head.

"Awu" Murad lifted his head away. "Brother!"

"Big brother!!!!!" A charming female voice echoed in the living room.

"My dear sister Hania!" Shehram stood up and opened his arms. Hania, with a pink dressed doll in her left hand ran towards her brother and hugged him tightly.

"How was your day brother?" She asked.

" It was great!" Shehram replied

"And.... Did you?" Hania asked.

"Oh! I forgot to bring something! Sorry sis, next time maybe." Shehram gives a sneaky smile.

"No!!!!!" Hania said, " I was waiting for you."

"There you go" Shehram took out a chocolate from his coats right pocket and give it to Hania.

" Thank you big brother! Love you!" Hania ran towards the door. Then she stopped, turn around and say, " Miss Farya said that dinner is ready. Ok! I'm going!" Hania runs outside. Everyone smiles.

"So what about the scam?" Mr Tahir asked.

"I'll expose it no matter what."

Shehram replied.

"Son, its dangerous. That Mr Jaffar is a very cleaver man. He's also a great businessman and he got his own media channel."

"I don't care father." Shehram said. "I won't let him play with my country's future. We get this country with many sacrifices. As a responsible citizen, its my duty to protect my country from these traitors."

"I agree" Murad admitted.

"But son!" Mr Tahir said, "Its very risky."

"Well, I don't mind risky work for my country." Shehram smiled. "Besides, our religion and humanity, both gives the lesson of justice and silence on an unjust matter is like promoting the injustice."

"True" Murad nodded.

"OK then, as you wish. But take care Shehram."

" I will, just pray for me." Shehram smiled.

"Always son" Mrs Tahir say.

"Ok! Enough with this emotional scene!" Muard stood up, " I'm dying from hunger!"

"Haha. Ok young Tigger. Come on let's eat." Shehram also stood up. Then Mr and Mrs Tahir also. Together they went towards the dinnig room.

"Its too late." Mr Jaffar took another sip of his drink. Sitting on a sofa, next to him was a man whose hands and legs were tied and he was lying on the ground.

"No sir! Please no!" He screamed.

"No? Why not?" Mr Jaffar tilted his head and smile. "You said you won't tell me."

"No sir, now I will." He cried. " I'll.... Te..ll you all the names. Please, release my daughter."

"Oh! Your a smart person" Mr Jaffar smiled. "So? Tell me. Who is investigating on Mr Jaffar? Who dare to!?"

" Aaaan.. Anchor.. sir" he said.

"An anchor?" Mr Jaffar smiled.

"Who?"

"Sheh......h..ram. Shehram Tahir" The man said.

"The young anchor?!" Mrs Jaffar said, " Impressive. Such a patriotic person he is. Our country need people like him."

"Si.....r, please release my daughter." The man begged.

"Sajid!"

A man in black suit entered the room.

"Yes boss?"

"Release his daughter. You understand?"

"Yes sir." Sajid nodes and left the room.

"Thank you sir!" The man said.

"Hahhaha, I said release her, means release her from the cage of her body." Mr Jaffar smiled.

" No, No! Your liar! You liar!" The man start struggling and screaming.

"Relax," Mr Jaffar stood up from the sofa, put his drink on the table and sat down near the man and say, " I will also send you there."

A sound of two shoots filled the air, and the building became as silent as a ghost.

"Brother," Murad say, " I search the files you told me about. Here," Murad gave some papers to Shehram.

"Thanks bro." Shehram said while checking the papers

" No need."

"But that's the last help I will receive from you."

"Hai? Why?! I want to help!"

"No, you have exams, besides, you heard father, its dangerous."

"Shehram," Murad came near Shehram's bed and say, " Did you listen to him?"

Shehram looked up in Murad's eyes and said, "No."

" So how I can? I'm your brother. Besides, Pakistan is not only your country. I want to do something for it too. Even if it coasts my life. Result is a very basic thing."

Shehram smiled. Proud was clearly visible in his eyes.

" Thank you young Tigger." He said.

"No need" Murad replied.

"Yes, its needed all the help you do is more than my whole teams help, it's more than enough. Its admirable, its..."

"Unforgettable" Murad helped his brother.

Shehram smiled

"It truly is."

"So, that's the scandal. Mr Jaffar have a housing society on government grounds. More on, he gets kick backs from different companies. He have an of sure company in UAE. Also, flats in Paris which he still can't give the money trail of. He is also included in smuggling of weapons and drugs. Also, he got a whole group called "Silent killers" whom he lead himself. He use this gang for blackmailing people and for other illegal scams and operations. He also use this gang for killing people who knew about their secrets." Shehram told his team. His team included a female journalist, Hira, a male journalist, Yasir, an police officer, Hamid, a news reporter Shuja, and his TV show producer, Faisal.

"Oh my God." Hira said, "He's such a clever man."

"And he made his own channel so that he won't get caught." Shuja said, "I heard his channel's fundings also comes from some unknown source."

"So, now what will we do?" Faisal asked.

"We will find his front man." Shehram said, "Mr Haroon."

"Ok, but where will we find him?" Faisal asked.

" We got an police officer with us." Shehram reminded.

"Yes, no problem. I will find that jerk from even the end of the world." Hamid smiled.

"Ok then. But who will go? Hamid's team can't get included because Mr Jaffar's men can be anywhere." Faisal told.

"I will go." Shehram said.

"You sure?"

"Yes, me sure."

"Ok".

"The rest of the team will try to find about the people who Jaffar had killed." Shehram said, "Ask everyone, anyone. We need to find proof."

"Ok boss!" Shuja said and then they all went on their ways.

"Did you bury the bodies?" Mr Jaffar asked Sajid.

"Done sir."

"Good"

"Soon they will know about this person's death sir. I also heard they knew about Mr Haroon. What will we do sir?"

"Let them do what they want. We will just step in."

"How Sir?"

"Money buys everything. Even people and," Mr Jaffar waited for Sajid to respond

"Loyalties also." Sajid said.

"Surely! Just find some loosen screw and..." Mr Jaffar started laughing loudly.

" As you demand sir" Sajid went out.

"What?" Murad dug deep in the laptop. " So he kill a person, Mr Adams. Mr Adams was investigating Mr Jaffar's first murder. He was a lawyer, a very sincere one. And he got killed on July 18 ,2012." Murad closed his laptop lid and leaned back.

'Wow, he's a clever man. His reach is almost unlimited. Its so hard to find him. But, wait, maybe Mr Adams investigation could help us. I need to find mr Mr Adams house.' Murad searched Mr Adams house on laptop then he stood up and left for the house.

"You mean that I have to betray Shehram?" Faisal said.

"No, of course not." Mr Jaffar smiled, "Just report me what you are doing. You don't have to betray him"

"And why will I do that?"

"Because I can give you what you want.".

"What?"

"I can give you a show of your own in my channel. Also, I will give you a blank check, write as much money as you want."

"Is that so?" Faisal lost in thoughts.

Mr Jaffar waited for a minute.

"And then?" Mr Jaffar finally asked.

"Give me time to think." Faisal replied.

"No problem. But," Mr Jaffar leaned forward and said, " You have time till tomorrow."

"But I can tell you this much," Faisal said, "He's going to catch your front man."

"Here," Mr Jaffar passed a check to Faisal. "4 lacs."

"You are very kind sir." Faisal stand up and leaved the room.

"Sajid, let's give the first check."

"As you demand sir." Sajid went out.

Murad reached the house of Mr Adam. He knocked the door. A girl asked from inside, "Who?" "Can you open?" Murad said. Girl opened half the door, only her shadow was visible."How can I help you?"

"I want to know about Mr Adam. Could you tell me?" Murad asked.

" Sorry sir, he has died." She said.

"I know sister, but I want to talk to his family."

The girl now open the door fully. She has a red scarf on her head. Almost 16."His family don't live here anymore." Her tone was very harsh.

"Oh, ah, so can you tell me about where they live now?"

"I don't know myself." She said rudely again.

"So, maybe you could just tell me about someone who could tell me sister?"

"No, we live here from 8 years. We don't have any contact with them."

"Oh, I see. Jazak Allah (Muslims way of thanking)."

"Khuda Hafiz (Muslims way if saying may Allah protect you.)"

"Khuda Hafiz."

The girl closed the door. Murad took a deep breath and went away.

"That bastard!" Hamid kicked the bed in a room. With him was standing Shehram. They both had guns in their hands.

"He ran away." Shehram signed.

"But how did he do that?" Hamid asked.

"That doesn't matter now. Let's go to the office." Shehram put his gun back in the cover and went out of the room. Hamid still stand there, lost in thoughts. "How? Or who?" He said and went out of the room.

After the team reached the headquarter, Shehram told them that Haroon fled. No one have any special news. Just that the murdered people families won't tell anything because of the fear of Mr Jaffar. Which was not also very useful. After some routine discussion, Shehram went to his set. His show started from 11 pm to 12 am.

After his show, Shehram worked late, until 1:30 am. Then he went down. In the garage, opened the door of his car and sit in it. Suddenly, he feel a gun's head on the back of his neck.

"Don't move hero." Sajid said. He had covered his face with a mask.

"Drive!" He ordered.

Shehram didn't do anything.

"Drive or I'll shoot!"

Shehram started the car. Sajid put the gun from Shehram's neck to his back.

"I still have the gun." Sajid declared.

"What do you want?" Shehram asked.

"You to stop this nonsense."

"You mean the investigation?"

"Smart guy, yes."

"No chance, shoot me, you can, I won't stop."

"And why is that?"

"Because my country is a responsibility that Quaid e Azam, Muhammad Ali Jinnah gives me. I can die for it, but won't betray it."

"Then I am sure your sister also like to die but you won't like that."

Shehram swallowed hard.

"So, keep your nose out of boss business. Understand?"

Shehram don't reply. He notice that a black car was also following him.

"Stop now." Shehram stopped the car.

"By the way, who you trust so much that you are not even afraid of death?" Sajid asked.

"Allah-o-akbar." Shehram smiled.

Sajid keep his silence and get out of the car. The following black car also stopped. Sajid went and sit in that car and it went away. It has no number plate.

Shehram signed and say, " No, I won't stop. I can't stop. For this land, for my religion, for my family. I prefer death than injustice." Shehram started the car and went towards his home.