01. Not the bad man

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Turkey is a beautiful country. Historical monuments, the

blooming film industry, the serene nature, the beautiful mosques and a million birds and animals that could attract attention without even trying but if only Marwan could enjoy these views sitting in the room of his hotel with a glass of juice in his hands and black goggle resting in front of his eyes.

"Sukoon naam ki toh cheez hi nahi hai zindagi mein."

He grumbled to himself as he tied his shoe lace after a million attempts. He was adorned in an all black tuxedo. The worst part about the outfit was the highly annoying tie that seemed to be suffocating him but alas, what all does a person endure for their country.

"Tie, aakhri baar bol raha hu. Sahi se reh warna tujhe yahi chod ke chala jaunga."

The non-living thing of course, didn't listen to his command and swayed the wrong way once again.

"That's it!"

With that, he practically ripped the tie away from his neck and threw it on the well made bed that seemed to be calling him like a siren to a sailor.

He would have given in to the temptation if only the task that he was assigned hadn't been extremely important.

Sighing after finally fighting his psyche in the best way he could, he ran a hand through his hair, once, twice and then finally walked out of the suit with a neutral expression.

All playfulness was gone from his face as he entered the huge ball room filled with more than a few elites.

Some worth meeting while the others were as important as the frog that had bathed in the muddy water after a heavy rain.

"Ahh, Mr. Qureshi, what a pleasant surprise!"

Talk about frog number 1.

Marwan sighed internally before turning around and was greeted by a middle aged man that wore a highly sweet smile that was giving Marwan diabetes. The man's eyes were twinkling as if he had secured a billion dollar deal at the first attempt while Marwan could only pray for the safety of his own sanity till he remained in the frog's- sorry, man's company.

"Mr. Razid, I don't think it's something to be surprised about. It's a business meeting aur aap abbu ko itne saal se jaante hai."

For a nano-second, Marwan saw annoyance flash through the old man's eyes but the damn oldie didn't let that smile slip off his face.

Lagta hai aaj sugar de kar hi chode ga.

Marwan kept his thoughts to himself as Mr. Razid cleared his throat and laid a hand on Marwan's shoulder. The latter stiffened even more, his senses on high alert as he gazed at the male.

"Chaliye, acha hi hai. Meri beti bhi yahi kahi aas paas hi hongi. I believe you have met her before."

Nightmares ko koi aasani nahi bhulta uncle ji.

Again, his thoughts were meant for himself.

Marwan put on a thinking face before nodding his head, trying to show his least interest in the topic but the oldie had lost his hair and common sense all together a long time back.

"Mr. Razid, Please excuse me but I have some really important matters to sort out. Kisi aur din baat hogi."

Or maybe not.

Saying that, Marwan swiftly bid his goodbye and walked away from the man and breathed in relief once he had lost sight of him.

"I don't even get paid enough to endure such people."

He looked around for a while before removing his phone and tapping a few things on it. Removing his earpiece, he casually pretended to have a business conversation with someone while the reality was far from it.

"Marwan?"

The serious voice of his best friend and supporter, Daiyan, greeted him from the other side.

"Haan, bol, kaan chal rahe hai mere."

"Zyada natak nahi kar aur bata what you have gathered up until now."

With a dramatic eye roll, Marwan looked around and gave fake smiles to whoever was looking at him and stealthily passed the details of the ballroom to Daiyan.

"Zyada kuch nahi but there are 4 exits in the room. Each on one side. The catering area is at the far end. Jaha tak meri research bata ti hai, half of the caterers are dealers. The deserts kept on the side table have small pouches. Each one filled with huge doses of cocaine. The diamonds are mixed with water, zyada tar glasses are shielded so as to not look suspicious. The dealers are standing at another end aur mujhe pakka pata hai the bet has already started."

"Kitne suspects?"

Marwan looked around, calling a waiter for a glass of water. His eyes assessed the glass and it was the normal one. He looked ahead while pretending to be casually having a drink when he caught onto the hands of the many people at the far corner. Each one wore a black bracelet type thing on their hands. It would have looked as a means of fashion to many but Marwan knew it was a sign to distinguish the smugglers from the normal business men.

"More than 10. All of them have a black bracelet with something written on it. Handwriting clear nahi hai. Mujhe pata tha I needed specks lekin tu-"

"Marwan, focus!"

Marwan smiled sheepishly to no one in particular and cleared his throat. He rubbed a hand on his collar and waved at the men who were looking his way. The egoistic ones looked away while a few waved back.

"Right, sorry. I remember reading about a basement at the opposite side of the ballroom. Time ho toh udhar bhi check kar lena. Kya pata they have hid the rest of the things there."

"Nahi kar sakta. My hands are busy strangling this idiot right here. They have gotten a hint that there are agents around. Marwan, jaldi basement mein ja kar check kar kya hai waha. In a few minutes, the DEA would raid the ballroom. Run!"

Marwan's wide eyes looked around and true to Daiyan's assumptions, people were actually increasing the pace of the deals. Cursing profusely under his breath, he raced outside the ballroom, apologising to the many people that he had bumped into and once away from the public eye, he put a hand at his side and removed a shining gun that was loaded and ready to kill at one shot.

With cautious steps, he peeked to the sides only to find them deserted. He started taking steps towards the basement but cursed out loud when he felt a cold metal being placed beside his temple.

"Kimidama!"

(Don't move!)

"Great, indian kam the jo turkish log bhi shamil ho gaye is drug mele mein."

"Kapa çeneni."

(Shut up.)

"Mereko turkish nahi aati re baba."

With that, Marwan swiftly elbowed the man's stomach who stumbled back with a groan. Once out of captivity, Marwan snacthed the gun from the relatively young man and hit him directly in the centre of his head, successfully knocking him out without any further delay.

"Aane se pehle turkish ki abcd yaad kar leni chahiye thi."

Marwan tsk-ed to himself with a shrug before knocking down the door, only to hear frightened whimpers and slight movements at the far end.

Squinting his eyes in confusion, he walked towards the front with his gun still ready to attack when he heard a loud shriek that sounded as though it was suppressed purposefully.

He rounded about the many boxes at the side and quickly showed his gun to anyone who was behind them.

But what met his eyes had him questioning his visual capacities.

Pressed against the wall were 5 girls, all whose mouths were covered with a handkerchief and hands and legs tied in a bruising force. His eyes fell on the girl sitting in the corner only for them to widen in surprise.

Her doe-like hazel brown eyes were brimming with tears with fear written all over them. Her whole form was shaking as she suppressed her sobs and tried to hide away from him.

The rest of the girls were in no better condition. Some were trying to fight their fears while the rest seemed to have given up hope.

"Woah, I am not the bad man!"

Marwan quickly lifted his hands in the air as in a surrender. All the girls gave him confused looks but only one refused to look at him.

Sighing to himself, he looked at them before taking a step forward. As if on instinct, each one of them flinched and tried to hide from him.

"Relax, I am here to free you all."

He whispered to the 5 of them. The four shared a look but the 5th remained quiet and immobile. Marwan looked at the girl who had separated herself from the rest and tried getting a better glimpse of her face but she had her head ducked down which resulted in her hair acting as a curtain, hiding her face from him.

"Let me release you all, okay? Don't make any sound."

He tried to calm them and slowly neared them, trying not to cause any more damage. The girls stilled as he stood directly in front of them but somehow, they remained quiet and watched how he released each one of them one by one.

In a few minutes, the 4 of them were standing with grateful smiles on their faces while Marwan worked on untying the knots of the last one.

The girl whimpered when Marwan removed the rope from her hands and he noticed the visible bruising of her skin. It was all red and looked rashy and Marwan gritted his teeth due to how inhumane these smugglers were.

Not just drugs but even girls.

The world seriously needed an increase in the amount of psychiatrists.

He gently blew air on the rising wound and removed the handkerchief from her mouth. He visibly stiffened as his eyes caught on to the beauty in front of him. She looked so fragile, as if one touch from him and she would crumble or maybe it was because of the situation they were in.

Marwan gulped and looked away from her, cursing and apologizing profusely to his morals and stood up. The girl too got on her legs by the support of the wall and Marwan tried his best not to touch her and forward a hand for support.

That would be inappropriate, especially at the moment when she couldn't trust any man.

"Sabko urdu/hindi aati hai?"

The girls all nodded their heads and Marwan looked at the fragile girl who too gave him a soft nod.

"Great. Kuch hi der mein yaha par raid padegi or maybe, it has already started. We will use that to our advantage aur peeche ke exit se nikal jayenge. Outside, you will find two black cars. They are my associates. Get into them and they will safely take you back to your homes. Am I clear?"

The girls again gave a nod, looking more hopeful than before.

Marwan motioned for them to be quiet and waved his hands for them to follow his lead.

Walking out of the basement, he assessed the area once again before motioning for them to come out. The girls all one by one tiptoed through the hallway but before they all could exit the area, a loud gunshot was heard along with more than a few yells.

"Dur orada seni işe yaramaz pislikler!"

(Stop right there you useless pricks!)

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Woah the chapter was-

Idk, what do you think?

I don't know even an A of turkish so please curse google translate if the words and sentences are wrong. Thank you!🙇‍♀️

How many fans has Marwan gathered? Apart from the old ones of course.

Ah, let's just wish that he gets out of there alive and safe because the author is a little confused whether he should go to ICU after this or back to his home....🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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