The city streets whispered their names in hushed tones - Huzaifah, the eldest, with eyes as black as coal and a physique that commanded respect.

Humzah, the second brother, a mirror image of Huzaifah's rugged features, with muscles honed from years of living in the shadows

Hameedh, the youngest, with a wild streak that hinted at a darkness to come. The brothers moved as one, their synchronized steps a testament to their unbreakable bond - forged in the fire of their family's mafia legacy.

Theirs was a world of power, loyalty, and bloodlines, where the line between love and loyalty was often blurred.

Ammaarah, Zahra, and Pritika - three friends, three distinct personalities, united by their determination to chase their dreams.

Ammaarah, with her striking dark brown eyes and luscious long hair, exuded confidence, her curves accentuated by her fitted clothes, a single dimple adding a touch of whimsy to her feisty demeanor.

Zahra, petite but fiery, flashed her signature cute smile, her big beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief, her long locks bouncing with every step. Despite their physical differences, Ammaarah and Zahra shared a similar attitude, their tempers flaring in tandem, like sisters bound by more than just friendship.

Pritika, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air - sweet, gentle, and endearing, her short stature and brown eyes radiating warmth, a soothing balm to her friends' fiery personalities.

**After work**

Ammaarah, Zahra and Pritika had just finished work. They were currently walking to go take a taxi.

"Exactly! Why?-". Ammaarah was about to finish her sentence when she bumped into someone.

"Watch where you going! Are you damn blind?". The stranger asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

As Ammaarah stood her ground, her eyes locked onto the muscular stranger's chiseled face. "I'm perfectly fine, you're the one who's blind," she shot back, her voice rising.

The stranger's expression darkened, and he took a step closer, his imposing figure towering over her. "You don't know who you're talking to," he warned, his deep voice low and menacing.

Before Ammaarah could respond, another tall figure emerged from the shadows, his features eerily similar to the first stranger's. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice firm but curious.

As he turned to face Ammaarah, Zahra, still engrossed in her phone, walked right into him, her face inches from his chest.

The second stranger's eyes widened in surprise, and he grasped Zahra's shoulders to steady her. "You're blind too, it seems," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice.

Zahra's eyes flashed up, meeting his, and she bristled at his words. "I was just...distracted," she said, angrily.

Ammaarah, still locked in a stare-down with the first stranger, didn't notice Pritika's calm observation of the scene unfolding before them. Pritika watched with interest, her eyes darting between the two strangers and her friends.

The first stranger's gaze never wavered from Ammaarah's face. "You should teach your friend some manners," he said to the second stranger, his tone dripping with arrogance.

The second stranger's expression turned serious, and he released Zahra's shoulders. "I think we'll take care of our own manners, thank you," he said, his voice firm but polite.

Suddenly, the two strangers exchanged a look, and their demeanor changed. "Huzaifah, let's go," the second stranger said, his voice low and urgent.

Huzaifah's eyes lingered on Ammaarah before he turned to follow his brother.

As they walked away, Ammaarah let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "What just happened?" she asked Zahra, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zahra shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the retreating figures. "I have no idea, but I think we're in trouble."

Pritika's calm voice intervened, "Let's just get out of here and forget about it." But as they walked away, Ammaarah couldn't shake off the feeling that their lives were about to change in ways they couldn't imagine.

Just as the girls were walking...A police officer stopped them.

He asked them if they had seen any guys around here and if they could describe them.

The police officer's smile sent a shiver down Ammaarah's spine. "Huzaifah Tofiq Mohammed, lovely," he repeated, his tone dripping with a mix of familiarity and wariness.

Zahra's grip on Ammaarah's arm tightened, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're definitely going to be in trouble."

Pritika's brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes darting between Ammaarah and Zahra.

The police officer's expression turned serious, and he nodded at his partner. "We'll need to take their statements. Let's get them down to the station."

As the officers led them away, Ammaarah couldn't shake off the feeling that their encounter with Huzaifah and his brother had just become a whole lot more complicated. The T.M family's reputation seemed to precede them, and Ammaarah wondered what exactly they had gotten themselves into.

**Done at the police station**

As they walked out of the police station, Ammaarah let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that was fun," she said, rolling her eyes.

Zahra nodded in agreement. "Definitely not what we needed after a long day of work."

Pritika smiled sympathetically. "At least they let us go without too much hassle."

As they walked away from the station, Ammaarah couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the police hadn't let them off so easily. "You think we'll see them again?" she asked Zahra, who raised an eyebrow.

"Who, the T.M brothers?" Zahra replied. "I wouldn't be surprised. They seem like the type who'd show up when you least expect it."

Pritika nodded thoughtfully. "And we don't even know what they want."

Ammaarah frowned, her mind racing with possibilities. "Let's just focus on getting home and forgetting about it for now. We can worry about it later."

But as they hailed a taxi, Ammaarah couldn't shake off the feeling that their encounter with the T.M brothers was far from over.

**Huzaifah Tofiq was then called to Police station**

Huzaifah's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice low and menacing. "How much do you want, officer?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

The officer's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with greed. "50k should do it, Huzaifah. You know, for...expenses."

Huzaifah's gaze didn't waver, but his anger simmered just below the surface. "Who snitched?" he demanded, his voice cold.

The officer leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Let's just say it was a lovely young woman. Dark brown eyes, long hair, good curves...she seemed like a feisty one."

Huzaifah's eyes flashed with anger as he realized who the officer was describing. Ammaarah. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening beneath the table. He was fuming.

"You're going to regret this," Huzaifah said, his voice low and deadly. The officer's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I don't think so, Huzaifah. You know how this works. You pay, and we forget. You don't, and...well, let's just say you don't want that to happen."

Huzaifah's gaze never left the officer's face, his mind racing with ways to take care of this problem. Ammaarah had just become a liability, and he was going to make her pay.

Huzaifah got back home and headed to his room. He quickly changed and sat at the edge of his bed. He sat down and pulled out his phone, opening TikTok. The first thing he saw was a live. It was Ammaarah and Zahra

Huzaifah's eyes locked onto Ammaarah's face on his TikTok feed, his gaze lingering on her features. "Zack," he called out to his bodyguard, his voice low and commanding.

Zack appeared beside him, his expression neutral. "Yes, sir?"

"I want everything on her," Huzaifah said, his eyes never leaving Ammaarah's face on the screen. "Name, address, occupation...everything. I want it in one hour."

Zack nodded, his face a mask of professionalism. "Yes, sir. I'll get right on it."

Huzaifah's gaze remained fixed on Ammaarah's face, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't believe she'd had the audacity to cross him, and now she was going to pay.

As Zack disappeared to carry out Huzaifah's orders, Huzaifah's smile grew wider. This was going to be fun.

Zack quickly got to work, using his network of contacts and resources to dig up information on Ammaarah. Within 45 minutes, he had compiled a comprehensive dossier on her, including her address, workplace, daily routine, and even her favorite coffee shop.

As he presented the findings to Huzaifah, his tone was professional and detached. "Sir, Ammaarah Ali is a 17-year-old student and part-time worker. She lives in a shared apartment with two friends, Zahra and Pritika. Her address is..."

Huzaifah's eyes scanned the information, his mind absorbing every detail. He nodded, his smile growing wider. "Good work, Zack. I'll take care of the rest."

With the information in hand, Huzaifah began to formulate a plan. He would make Ammaarah regret ever crossing him. The question was, how would he make her pay?

Just after Zack had left Humzah walked into Huzaifah's room, his eyes scanning the space before landing on his brother's face. "What's going on, brother?" he asked, noticing the intense look on Huzaifah's face.

Huzaifah's gaze snapped back to Humzah, his expression neutralizing for a moment before he replied, "Just taking care of some business, Humzah. Where's Hameedh?"

Humzah shrugged, taking a seat on the couch beside Huzaifah. "He went out with some friends. Said he'd be back later."

Huzaifah nodded, his mind still preoccupied with his plan for Ammaarah. "Make sure he stays out of trouble," he told Humzah, his voice firm.

Humzah raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was off. "What's going on, Huzaifah? You seem...different."

Huzaifah's gaze locked onto Humzah's, his expression unreadable. "Just business, Humzah. Don't worry about it."

Humzah's eyes lingered on his brother's face, but he knew better than to push him when he was in this mood. He nodded and stood up. "Alright, brother. I'll go check on Hameedh when he gets back."

As Humzah left the room, Huzaifah's gaze returned to the information on Ammaarah, his mind racing with possibilities. He was going to make her pay, and no one was going to stand in his way.

The next morning, Huzaifah's plan began to take shape.

He called Zack into his room, his voice low and commanding. "Zack, I want you to follow Ammaarah. Find out her daily routine, who she's with, and where she goes. I want to know everything."

Zack nodded, his expression professional. "Yes, sir. I'll get right on it."

As Zack left to carry out Huzaifah's orders, Huzaifah's smile grew wider. He was one step closer to making Ammaarah pay for crossing him.

Meanwhile, Ammaarah was oblivious to the danger that was closing in. She was busy getting ready for work, chatting with Zahra and Pritika about their plans for the weekend.

As she headed out the door, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She glanced around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Shrugging it off, she headed to work, unaware of the eyes that were watching her every move.

Zack tailed Ammaarah's car, keeping a safe distance as she drove to work.He noted down her route, the time she took to reach her destination, and the people she interacted with. He even snapped photos of her colleagues and friends, adding them to his report.

As the day went on, Zack's report grew thicker, filled with details about Ammaarah's daily routine. He noted her favorite coffee shop, the gym she went to, and even the bookstore she visited during her lunch break.

Zack's eyes never left Ammaarah, his gaze fixed on her as he followed her every move. He was a professional, and he knew how to get the job done.

As the sun began to set, Zack followed Ammaarah back to her apartment, his report complete. He sent it to Huzaifah, who would be pleased with the information he'd gathered.

Huzaifah's plan was taking shape, and Ammaarah was none the wiser.

...****************...

(Later that day)

Ammaarah got back from work

As Ammaarah settled into the apartment, Zahra noticed that her friend seemed a bit off. "Hey, Ammaarah, is everything okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Ammaarah shrugged, flopping down onto the couch. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a long day, I guess."

But Zahra wasn't convinced. She'd known Ammaarah long enough to recognize when something was bothering her. "No, seriously, what's going on?" Zahra pressed, sitting down beside Ammaarah.

Ammaarah hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the feeling that had been nagging her all day. "I don't know, Zahra. I just feel like...someone's watching me or something.

Zahra's eyes widened, her mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think it's related to that police station thing?"

Ammaarah's eyes snapped to Zahra's, a spark of fear igniting within them. "You think Huzaifah would do something like that?"

Zahra's expression turned serious. "I don't know, but we need to be careful. Let's keep an eye out, okay?"

As they sat there, the shadows in the apartment seemed to grow longer, and the air felt thick with an unspoken threat.

Zahra and Ammaarah were discussing about work, sharing stories about their colleagues and the challenges they were facing. Ammaarah was venting about a difficult client, while Zahra was offering words of encouragement.

As they chatted, Ammaarah's phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Zahra asked, noticing Ammaarah's reaction.

Ammaarah hesitated before responding. "It's just...I got a weird notification from an unknown number. It says 'we know what you're doing'."

Zahra's eyes narrowed. "What does it mean? Do you think it's related to Huzaifah?"

Ammaarah's face was pale. "I don't know, but I think we should be careful. Maybe we should tell Pritika about this too."

Zahra and Ammaarah exchanged a nervous glance, but then shrugged it off. "Probably just a wrong number or a prank," Zahra said, trying to downplay the situation.

Ammaarah nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's just ignore it and focus on our movie night."

They tried to push the strange message out of their minds and enjoy the rest of their evening. But the feeling of unease lingered, and they couldn't shake off the sense that something was off.

As the night wore on, they laughed and joked, trying to distract themselves from the ominous message. But deep down, they couldn't help but wonder...who was behind it, and what did they want?

...****************...

(Huzaifah's office)

Huzaifah leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Humzah's determined face. "Brother, I'm telling you, it's not worth it," Humzah said, his voice firm. "Let Ammaarah and Zahra be. They're innocent."

Huzaifah's gaze narrowed, his mind weighing the pros and cons. He had been so focused on making Ammaarah pay that he hadn't considered the potential consequences of his actions.

Humzah's words struck a chord, and Huzaifah's expression softened. "You're right, brother," he said finally. "I don't want to hurt anyone else. I'll let it go."

Humzah's face relaxed into a relieved smile. "Good decision, brother. Let's focus on more important things."

Huzaifah nodded, a sense of calm washing over him. Maybe he had been letting his emotions cloud his judgment. Maybe it was time to take a step back and reevaluate his priorities.

As the brothers continued to discuss their business ventures, Huzaifah's phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced at the screen, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Humzah asked, noticing Huzaifah's reaction.

Huzaifah's expression turned thoughtful. "Just a message from Zack. It seems Ammaarah and Zahra are moving on with their lives, unaware of the danger that had passed."

Huzaifah smiled, a sense of closure settling in. "I think it's time for us to move on too, brother."

...****************...

(Later that night...Huzaifah and Humzah decided to go and pay a visit to their small brother)

Hameedh was talking to Pritika on a video call when Humzah and Huzaifah came he cut it.

Hameedh's eyes darted to the door as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He quickly ended the video call with Pritika, his heart racing with panic.

"Hey, guys!" Hameedh said, trying to sound casual as Humzah and Huzaifah walked into the room. "What's up?"

Humzah raised an eyebrow, noticing Hameedh's flustered expression. "Just discussing business, Hameedh. What's going on with you?"

Hameedh shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just...uh...checking some emails. Yeah, that's it."

Huzaifah's gaze lingered on Hameedh's face, but he didn't seem to suspect anything. "Alright, brother. Let's get back to work."

As the brothers continued their discussion, Hameedh's mind was still reeling from the sudden interruption. He couldn't wait to talk to Pritika again and fill her in on what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Pritika was left wondering what had happened. She tried calling Hameedh back, but he didn't answer. She sent him a text: "Hey, everything okay? You cut the call so suddenly."

(Ammaarah, Zahra and pritika got back from work)

As the three friends settled into the living room, Ammaarah let out a contented sigh. "I'm so done with work for the day. I just want to relax and forget about everything."

Zahra nodded in agreement. "Same here. I need a break from all the stress."

Pritika smiled, trying to keep a straight face. She had a secret plan brewing in her mind, one that she couldn't wait to put into action.

"Hey, guys, I think we all deserve a break," Pritika said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But I'm thinking of something more than just a lazy day at home."

Ammaarah and Zahra exchanged a curious glance. "What did you have in mind?" Ammaarah asked.

Pritika hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She had already discussed her plan with Hameedh, and they were both excited to make it happen. But she knew she had to keep it a secret for now.

"Nothing, nothing," Pritika said, waving her hand dismissively. "Just a random thought. Let's just focus on relaxing for now."

As the friends chatted and laughed, Pritika's mind wandered to her secret plan. She couldn't wait to surprise her friends and make some unforgettable memories with Hameedh by her side.

...****************...

(2am)

Pritika burst into Ammaarah and Zahra's room, jumping onto their bed and bouncing up and down. "Wake up, guys! Wake up!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

Ammaarah and Zahra groggily opened their eyes, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. "What's going on, Pritika?" Ammaarah asked, her voice groggy.

Pritika's face lit up with a huge smile. "I have the most amazing news! I just found out that I've won a holiday for a week to one of the best hotels in Umhlanga!"

Zahra's eyes widened in surprise. "What? That's amazing! How did you win it?"

Pritika's grin grew even wider. "It's a long story, but let's just say I have a secret benefactor who made it happen."

Ammaarah's eyes narrowed. "Pritika, you're not telling us something. What's really going on?"

Pritika just laughed and bounced up and down some more. "You'll just have to wait and see! But trust me, guys, this is going to be the best holiday ever!"

As the friends started to get excited about the prospect of a holiday, Pritika's phone buzzed with a text from Hameedh. "Hey, babe. Can't wait to see you soon."

The three friends were buzzing with excitement as they started packing their bags for the holiday. Ammaarah was folding clothes and putting them into her suitcase, while Zahra was gathering toiletries and cosmetics. Pritika was busy checking the hotel's website for activities and amenities.

"I'm so excited to relax on the beach and soak up the sun," Ammaarah said, smiling at her friends.

"Me too!" Zahra agreed. "And I'm looking forward to trying out some new water sports. I've heard the hotel has great facilities for surfing and kayaking."

Pritika nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I've seen the brochure. They have a whole range of activities and excursions we can choose from. And the hotel itself looks amazing – we have an ocean view suite!"

As they packed and chatted, the friends were all smiles, eager to start their holiday. Pritika's secret plan was starting to unfold, and she couldn't wait to surprise her friends with the special guest who would be joining them.

...****************...

Huzaifah and Humzah exchanged a look of dismay as their mother told them that their family was coming over to stay. "We don't want to be around them," Huzaifah muttered, crossing his arms.

Humzah nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they're so...annoying."

Just then, Hameedh walked into the room. "Hey, guys, what's wrong?"

Huzaifah filled him in on the situation. "Our family is coming over, and we don't want to deal with them."

Hameedh's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Well, I might have a solution. I'm going on a trip with Pritika, and I was thinking...why don't you guys come with me?"

Huzaifah and Humzah exchanged a skeptical look, but Hameedh's enthusiasm was infectious. "What kind of trip?" Humzah asked.

"A holiday to Umhlanga," Hameedh replied. "Pritika's friends are going too. It'll be a blast, I promise."

Huzaifah and Humzah looked at each other, and without saying a word, they knew they were in. "Count us in," Huzaifah said, grinning.

Hameedh chuckled. "I'll make sure to keep it a secret from Pritika for now. Let's just say it'll be a fun surprise for everyone."

As the brothers made plans to join Hameedh on his trip, they couldn't help but wonder what kind of chaos would ensue when they all met up.

...****************...

(At the hotel)

As they entered the room, Huzaifah and Humzah noticed that there were six single beds lined up against the walls. "Whoa, this is a big room," Huzaifah said, looking around.

Hameedh smiled. "Yeah, I knew we'd need the space. We'll be having some friends joining us later, and I wanted to make sure everyone had a comfortable place to sleep."

Huzaifah and Humzah exchanged a curious glance. "Friends?" Huzaifah repeated. "Who's coming?"

Hameedh just winked. "You'll see. Let's just say it's going to be a fun surprise."

The boys shrugged and started to unpack their bags. As they settled in, they couldn't help but wonder who else was joining them on this trip.

...****************...

Ammaarah and Zahra returned to the hotel room after shopping, and their eyes widened as they took in the unfamiliar bags scattered around the room.

"Whose bags are these?" Ammaarah asked, looking around in confusion.

Zahra shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe Pritika invited some other friends?"

The two girls exchanged a curious glance, wondering who the bags belonged to.

Zahra headed to the bathroom to take a bath while Ammaarah stood by the mirror, busy styling her hair.

The sound of running water filled the room as Zahra got settled, and Ammaarah continued to work on her hair, lost in thought.

Huzaifah walked into the room, and his eyes met Ammaarah's shocked gaze. "What are you doing here?" Ammaarah demanded, her voice rising.

"This isn't your room," Huzaifah retorted. "You need to get out."

"I'm not leaving," Ammaarah said firmly. "This is my room."

Huzaifah's expression turned stern. "No, it's not. Leave now." The tension between them escalated into a heated argument.

Zahra's scream pierced the air as she shouted "Pervert!" from the bathroom. Humzah burst out of the bathroom, looking shocked, and then burst into laughter.

Ammaarah and Huzaifah immediately stopped arguing and turned to stare at Humzah, their faces a mix of confusion and amusemen.

Huzaifah's gaze returned to Ammaarah, and he demanded, "Leave, this isn't your room."

Ammaarah crossed her arms, refusing. "No, this is our room. Pritika said we'd be sharing with...with people, but she didn't say it was you guys!"

Just then, Pritika walked into the room, a cheerful smile on her face. "Hello, everyone! Looks like you've already met each other!"

Ammaarah's expression turned furious as she turned to Pritika. "You didn't tell me Huzaifah and his brothers were coming! Why didn’t you say anything?"

Zahra emerged from the bathroom, her hair dripping wet.

Zahra's eyes widened as she looked at Huzaifah and his brother, then turned to Ammaarah and asked, "Why are they here?"

Ammaarah's anger was palpable as she replied, "They're the people we're sharing with, and Pritika never told us!" Her voice was laced with annoyance and frustration.

Huzaifah suggested, "Maybe you guys should get another room."

Ammaarah's face reddened. "No way, you should get another room. We got here first."

The argument escalated until Pritika intervened, "Guys, relax."

Huzaifah and Humzah walked out of the room, leaving the tension behind.

Huzaifah and Humzah walked down to the receptionist, still fuming from the argument. "I'm telling you, I hate Ammaarah," Huzaifah said, shaking his head.

Humzah chuckled. "I don't like Zahra either. She's got a bit of a temper, doesn't she?"

The two brothers walked in silence for a moment before Humzah turned to Huzaifah with a mischievous grin. "You think Ammaarah is cute, right?"

Huzaifah's expression changed, and he looked away, trying to play it cool. "Maybe," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Huzaifah's response only seemed to amuse Humzah, who laughed and nudged his brother playfully. "I knew it! You've got a thing for her."

Huzaifah rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Shut up, Humzah."

As they approached the receptionist, Huzaifah's expression turned serious again. "Let's just get another room and avoid those girls altogether."

But Humzah's grin lingered, and he leaned in to whisper to Huzaifah, "Yeah, good luck with that. I'm sure Ammaarah will make it easy for you."

Huzaifah shot Humzah a warning look, but his brother just chuckled and continued walking towards the receptionist. "Let's go see if they have any other rooms available."

The brothers reached the receptionist and began discussing their options, still bickering good-naturedly about the girls they would be avoiding.

Huzaifah couldn't shake off the feeling that Humzah was right, and things might not be as simple as he thought.

The brothers returned to the room, where Hameedh was waiting. Ammaarah immediately asked, "Did you guys get another room?"

Huzaifah shook his head. "No, there's no rooms available."

Humzah added, "We're just going to leave then."

Hameedh quickly intervened, "Wait, guys. Let's talk about this in private."

Hameedh gestured for the boys to follow him, and they stepped out of the room, leaving the girls behind.

Hameedh spoke to his brothers, convincing them to stay, and after some persuasion, they finally agreed. With smirks on their faces, the three brothers walked back into the room.

"Hey, we've decided to stay," Huzaifah announced, his smirk growing wider.

The girls looked at them warily, sensing that something was up.

Ammaarah's annoyance boiled over, and she swiftly walked out of the room. Huzaifah and Zahra exchanged a glance before following her, their curiosity piqued.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Huzaifah asked Ammaarah as they walked out of the room together.

Ammaarah's frustration was evident on her face. "You guys think you're so funny, don't you?" she muttered, her anger still simmering.

...****************...

Zahra and Ammaarah sat at a nearby restaurant, chatting and sipping their drinks. An hour passed, and they noticed Humzah and Huzaifah in the distance, their behavior seeming suspicious.

Zahra leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Should we go closer and see what they're up to?"

Ammaarah's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Yeah, let's go take a look."

The two girls carefully made their way closer, staying hidden behind the dense bushes. Huzaifah's voice carried through the air as he spoke on the phone.

"...bring him by 8, and make sure he's alive," Huzaifah said, his words sending a shiver down Ammaarah's spine.

Zahra's eyes widened, and she exchanged a concerned glance with Ammaarah. What were the boys planning?

Humzah's voice chimed in, his tone sending a chill down Ammaarah's spine. "Yeah, it's a good idea to bring him alive. We'd love to...take care of him ourselves."

The sinister tone in Humzah's voice made Ammaarah and Zahra exchange a worried glance. What were the boys planning, and who was the person they were talking about?

As they ran back to the hotel, Ammaarah's mind was racing with questions. What were Huzaifah and Humzah planning? And who was the person they were talking about?

Zahra turned to Ammaarah, her eyes determined. "We need to go back and see what they're planning to do. This doesn't feel right."

Ammaarah nodded in agreement, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're right, we can't just ignore this. Let's go back and try to find out more."

...****************...

At 7:30 that night, Ammaarah and Zahra stood in front of the mirror, dressed and ready to leave. Ammaarah adjusted her outfit, while Zahra checked her watch.

"It's almost time," Zahra whispered. "Let's go see what Huzaifah and Humzah are up to."

Ammaarah nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's do this."

As they got closer, they spotted Humzah and Huzaifah, dressed in dark clothing, lurking in the shadows.

Ammaarah and Zahra exchanged a cautious glance, their hearts racing with anticipation.

"What are they doing?" Ammaarah whispered, her eyes fixed on the brothers.

Zahra's grip on Ammaarah's arm tightened. "Let's follow them, see where they're going."

As they crept closer, a few cars and vans pulled up, their headlights casting an eerie glow on the surroundings.

Huzaifah and Humzah seemed to be waiting for this moment, and they quickly moved towards the vehicles.

Ammaarah and Zahra ducked behind a nearby object, their hearts pounding in unison. "What's going on?" Ammaarah whispered, her voice barely audible.

Humzah's smile sent a chill down Ammaarah's spine as he turned to Huzaifah and asked, "Do you want to do the honors?"

Huzaifah's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he nodded, his voice low and menacing.

The bodyguards held the struggling captive in place, and Ammaarah's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation.

A hand clamped over Ammaarah's mouth, and a voice whispered urgently in her ear, "Don't make a sound." Zahra's eyes widened in fear as she too was grabbed from behind, held firmly in place.

Ammaarah's heart racing, she struggled against the grip, her eyes fixed on Huzaifah, who was still oblivious to their presence. Who was behind them, and what did they want?

The sound of gunshots filled the air, and the scene erupted into chaos. The men holding Ammaarah and Zahra swiftly dragged them away from the scene, their guns drawn.

"Come with us," one of them growled, their grip on the girls tightening.

Ammaarah and Zahra exchanged a terrified glance, their hearts racing as they were forced to move with their captors, leaving the mayhem behind.

Huzaifah and Humzah's heads snapped towards the sound of the screams, their eyes scanning the chaos until they locked onto Ammaarah and Zahra being dragged away.

Huzaifah's face contorted in rage, and he shouted, "Ammaarah! Zahra!" Humzah's eyes blazed with fury as he too yelled out, "Let them go!"

The brothers gave chase, sprinting towards the men holding the girls, determined to rescue them.

The guyholding Ammaarah and Zahra pressed guns to their heads, their voices cold and menacing. "Don't take another step closer, or they'll be the first to go."

Huzaifah and Humzah froze, their eyes locked on the girls, their faces etched with fear and desperation. They knew they couldn't risk anything happening to Ammaarah and Zahra.

Humzah's eyes narrowed as he demanded, "Who sent you?" The men sneered, refusing to answer.

Just as it seemed like the standoff would continue, Huzaifah and Humzah's bodyguards arrived, surrounding the scene. With swift precision, Humzah shot the man holding Ammaarah, hitting him in the hand.

The man yelped in pain, releasing his grip on Ammaarah. Huzaifah rushed to her side, pulling her to safety. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

The man holding Zahra took advantage of the distraction and made a run for it, abandoning his partner. Zahra stood frozen for a moment before Humzah rushed to her side, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of harm.

"Zahra, are you alright?" Humzah asked, his voice firm but gentle.

The man's eyes widened in agony as Humzah shot his other hand, the pain evident on his face. Humzah's expression remained unyielding, his voice cold and calculated.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know, one way or another," Humzah said, his eyes locked on the man.

The air was thick with tension as the man's resolve seemed to crumble under Humzah's intense gaze.

The man's voice was laced with fear as he uttered the name "Rafeal". Huzaifah's eyes locked onto the man, his expression unreadable.

Rafeal? Huzaifah's mind was racing with questions. What did Rafeal want with Ammaarah and Zahra? And why had he sent men to kidnap them?

Humzah's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Rafeal," he repeated, his voice dripping with venom.

Rafeal, a wealthy and influential businessman, had been seeking to expand his empire through any means necessary. His ruthless tactics and cunning nature had earned him many enemies, but he didn't let that stop him.

Rumors swirled that Rafeal had ties to the underworld, using his wealth and power to manipulate others and get what he wanted. Some said he was behind several high-profile kidnappings, using the victims as leverage to further his own interests.

Huzaifah and Humzah's families had long been wary of Rafeal's dealings, and now it seemed he had set his sights on Ammaarah and Zahra. The brothers' determination to protect them had just become a matter of vendetta