A Midnight Revelation
The quiet of the night was shattered by the vibration of Fiza's phone on her nightstand. Half-asleep, she groggily reached for it, blinking at the unknown number glowing on the screen.
"Hello?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
"Ms. Fiza," came a hurried voice. "There's no time to waste. Zara is planning to kill Ibrahim Siddiqui at tomorrow's party."
The words struck her like lightning. She shot up, clutching the phone. "What are you talking about? Are you certain?"
"It's confirmed. The party will be her stage, and she's making her move."
Fiza's heart pounded as dread filled her chest. For a moment, she was frozen, the implications crashing over her. But she quickly pulled herself together.
"Thank you for the warning," she said firmly. "Keep a close watch on her. Increase Ibrahim's security. I'll take care of the rest."
Hanging up, Fiza didn't waste another second. She scrolled through her contacts and dialed Rehyan.
------
Rehyan picked up after a few rings, his voice groggy and annoyed. "Fiza, do you even know what time it is?"
"Rehyan," she cut him off, her voice sharp with urgency. "Zara is planning to kill Ibrahim tomorrow. At the party."
The sound of shuffling came through the line as Rehyan sat up. "What? Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes," she replied, her tone resolute. "We can't let it happen."
Rehyan sighed deeply, the weight of the situation settling in. "Alright. What's the plan?"
"We'll go to the party," Fiza said, pacing her room. "But not as ourselves. We'll disguise ourselves as staff—waiters. I've already instructed them to double Ibrahim's security and keep a close eye on Zara. But we need to be there to ensure nothing goes wrong."
Rehyan hesitated. "Fiza, I know you hate these kinds of events. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"This isn't about me!" she snapped, her frustration evident. "Ibrahim's life is at stake, Rehyan."
"That's exactly why I'm asking," he countered, his voice softening. "I care about him too, Fiza. And I know you do, even if you don't want to admit it."
Fiza fell silent, his words cutting deeper than she expected. After a moment, she exhaled. "I care about him, Rehyan. That's why I'm doing this. No matter what it takes, we have to protect him."
Rehyan's tone grew firm. "Then let's do this together. We'll make sure nothing happens to him."
------
Meanwhile, in the lavish penthouse overlooking Zarvahn, Ibrahim Siddiqui was lounging on his couch, the glow of the city lights playing across his features. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the calm.
He picked it up, answering lazily. "Yes?"
"Sir," came a steady voice. "There's a credible threat against your life. Zara is planning to kill you at tomorrow's party."
For a moment, Ibrahim was silent. Then, a slow, calculated smirk crept onto his face.
"So, Zara finally decides to make her move," he murmured, his tone low and amused. "How predictable."
The voice continued, concerned. "You should stay away, sir. It's too dangerous."
Ibrahim chuckled darkly. "Stay away? That's exactly what she'd want. But here's the thing—I'm not one to run."
He stood, walking to the window, his silhouette sharp against the glittering skyline. "If Zara wants to play this game, I'll indulge her. But I'll make sure she doesn't forget whose game it is."
Ending the call, he dialed another number, his voice brisk. "Double the security at the party tomorrow. No one gets in without clearance. And inform me of any unusual movements."
Placing the phone down, Ibrahim gazed out at the city, his smirk widening. "Let's see what you've got, Zara."
-------
The city of Zarvahn slept, but three souls were restless.
Fiza, her resolve unwavering, steeled herself for what lay ahead. She knew tomorrow wasn't just about protecting Ibrahim—it was about proving that she could act, even when the odds were stacked high.
Rehyan, equally determined, prepared their disguises and logistics, his concern for both Fiza and Ibrahim driving him forward.
And Ibrahim, with his signature smirk, readied himself for the confrontation, confident that he could outplay Zara at her own game.
As the clock ticked toward the inevitable, the stage was set for a night of danger, strategy, and survival.
-------