The Intruders

Alhamdulillah! Let's Always Be Grateful For The Gift Of Life And Health🤲

As the unknown men barged into the room, Mehd Mahbub's instincts kicked in, his body moving on pure adrenaline as he attempted to fend off the intruders. But before he could react, a powerful blow to the back of his head sent him sprawling to the ground, his vision swimming as darkness engulfed him.

Meanwhile, the men wasted no time in seizing Beenah, their masked faces betraying no hint of emotion as they dragged her from the room, her cries for help falling on deaf ears. With swift and efficient movements, they bound her hands and gagged her mouth, rendering her powerless to resist as they hoisted her over their shoulders and made their escape.

Outside the apartment, chaos reigned as the masked men hurriedly loaded Beenah into a waiting van, their movements precise and calculated. One of them pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number, his voice low and urgent as he spoke to their unseen boss.

"We've got her, boss," he said, his tone deferential. "What are your orders?"

On the other end of the line, the voice of their mysterious employer crackled through the phone, cold and commanding. "Take her away from there," he instructed, his words sending a shiver down the man's spine. "But make sure not to harm her. She's more valuable to us alive than dead."

With their orders clear, the masked men wasted no time in obeying, revving the engine of the van as they sped off into the night, leaving behind a scene of confusion and chaos in their wake. And as Mehd Mahbub lay unconscious on the floor of the apartment, unaware of the danger that had befallen his friend, the true motives of their captors remained shrouded in mystery, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.

As Nurudeen's phone rang, interrupting their conversation, Kamal and Salim exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity piqued by the sudden urgency in his demeanor. They watched in silence as Nurudeen answered the call, his expression growing increasingly tense as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.

"What happened?" Kamal asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer as Nurudeen ended the call, his brow furrowed with concern.

Nurudeen sighed heavily, his mind racing with the gravity of the situation. "There's been an incident, and I need to go. Sorry guys." he replied, his voice tinged with worry. "Intruders broke into someone's apartment and kidnapped someone a well known fashionista named Beenah. The girl has already been suffering so much after her show there had been some video of her linked out on the net already and now this. They also knocked out her boyfriend."

Kamal and Salim exchanged stunned looks, their minds reeling with the shock of the news. Beenah the name echoed in their minds like a distant memory, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions.

"Beenah?" Salim repeated, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to process the information. "But how... who's doing all this?"

Nurudeen shook his head, his expression grave. "I don't know, as that's what I also want to find out" he admitted, his tone heavy with concern. "But I need to go. There's no time to waste."

As Nurudeen hurried out of the office, his footsteps echoing down the corridor, Kamal turned to Salim with a furrowed brow, his mind buzzing with questions.

"Salim, how do you know Beenah?" Kamal asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. "You seemed shocked when Nurudeen mentioned her name."

Salim's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing for an explanation that would satisfy Kamal's curiosity without revealing too much. "I... I've seen her on TV," he stammered, his voice faltering slightly. "She's a famous fashionista, right? I've watched some of her shows."

Kamal's brow furrowed deeper, his expression skeptical. "Really?" he replied, his tone tinged with disbelief. "I find that hard to believe, Salim. And i believe she's still a newcomer to the world of fashion 3 months ago not all people know who she is, so what are you saying to me? And you never struck me as the type to watch fashion shows."

Salim's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing for a plausible explanation. He knew that Kamal was onto him, that his cover was quickly unraveling before his eyes. But he couldn't afford to let Kamal know the truth not yet, anyway.

"I... I just have a passing interest in fashion," Salim insisted, his voice strained with desperation. "It's not a big deal, Kamal. I just... I just watch whatever's on TV."

Kamal regarded him with a skeptical gaze, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He knew that Salim was hiding something, that there was more to his connection to Beenah than he was letting on. But for now, he would bide his time, waiting for the right moment to uncover the truth.

"Alright, Salim," Kamal said finally, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But if you're keeping something from me about her, I expect you to tell me the truth sooner rather than later."

With that, Kamal turned and walked away, leaving Salim standing there in the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of Beenah and the secrets he has been keeping all these years. And as he watched Kamal disappear around the corner, Salim couldn't shake the feeling that their past was about to catch up with them, with consequences that neither of them could escape.

Salim's hands trembled slightly as he dialed Mehd Mahbub's number, his mind filled with a sense of urgency and apprehension. The phone rang twice before Mehd finally answered, his voice strained and weary.

"She's not with me, Salim?" Mehd snapped, his tone curt and impatient.

Salim took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold. "What's going on, Mehd?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained anger. "Why didn't you take care of your job? Where is Beenah?"

Mehd sighed heavily, his silence speaking volumes. "I'm at the hospital," he admitted reluctantly. "I got knocked out by those bastards. I couldn't stop them from taking her."

Salim's anger boiled over at the admission, his voice rising with fury. "You had one job, Mehd!" he shouted, his words dripping with venom. "And you couldn't even do that right. If anything should happen to Beenah, it's on you."

Mehd's voice wavered slightly, his own frustration evident in his tone. "I'm doing everything I can to find her," he insisted, his words tinged with desperation. "But you need to understand, Salim this is bigger than both of us, and I believe it's from your country and your father is behind it. I received some calls before it happened and he's using powerful forces at play here, and I'm not sure we can stop them."

But Salim was having none of it, his anger fueling his resolve. "I don't care about your excuses," he spat, his voice icy with determination. "You find her, Mehd or else you'll have to answer to me."

As Salim ended the call, his mind raced with a mixture of fear and determination. The mention of his father's involvement sent a chill down his spine, confirming his worst fears that their family's dark secrets were coming back to haunt them. But Salim refused to let fear paralyze him he knew that he had to fight back, no matter the cost.

Kamal, who had been listening at the door, was stunned by what he had heard. The revelation that Salim's father was somehow involved in Beenah's kidnapping only deepened the mystery surrounding their connection to her. Questions swirled in Kamal's mind as he struggled to make sense of it all how was Salim related to his Boddo? What did his father have to do with it? And most importantly, where was Beenah?

Determined to find answers, Kamal set out to track down Mehd Mahbub, the boyfriend Nurudeen had mentioned. If anyone knew what was going on, it was him. And perhaps, by unraveling the truth behind Beenah's disappearance, Kamal could finally uncover the secrets that had haunted their lives for so long.

Where's Beenah(Boddo)...

As Beenah's eyes fluttered open, she found herself in a world that seemed both familiar and yet entirely foreign. It was a place she had always dreamed of but in this twisted version, everything was darker, colder, and eerily silent. There was no warmth, no light, only a pervasive sense of emptiness that surrounded her.

As she attempted to move, she realized with a sinking feeling that she was chained, bound by heavy shackles that cut into her wrists and ankles. Panic welled up inside her as she struggled against her restraints, the cold metal biting into her skin as she frantically searched for a way to escape.

But no matter how hard she tried, the chains held fast, their grip unyielding as they kept her imprisoned in this desolate place. Tears stung her eyes as she cried out for help, her voice echoing in the empty darkness, but there was no one to hear her, no one to answer her pleas.

"O Allah, hear my prayer," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Guide me through this darkness, and lead me safely home. Give me the strength to endure, and the courage to face whatever lies ahead. And if it be Your will, grant me freedom from these chains, that I may once again walk in the light of Your love."

As her words faded into the silence, Beenah closed her eyes, a sense of calm washing over her weary soul. In the midst of uncertainty and fear, she clung to faith, trusting that her prayers would be heard, and that one day, she would find her way back to the world she had lost. And with that hope burning bright within her heart, she vowed to never give up, no matter how dark the path may seem.

😞😞😞 I'm a bit sad about today's chapter... Don't ask me why... I t

hought Beenah Will Be With Kamal Today🥹 And Now She's Kept Somewhere Far Away From Him.