Won but Lost Everything

Mohim let out a dark, mocking laugh. "There's no point in crying now, Rania," he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Tears won't bring anyone back."

He took a step forward, his smirk widening. "Oh, and in case you were wondering… Danish, Mehwish—I killed them too."

Rania's breath hitched, her body trembling with grief.

Mohim tilted his head slightly, watching her fall apart. "You know, there's nothing I enjoy more than watching Rahim cry." He chuckled. "It's truly… entertaining."

Rahim clenched his fists, his body shaking with fury. "I swear, Mohim," he growled through gritted teeth, "I won't let you get away with this. Danish and Mehwish… they were my family. I will avenge them."

Mohim let out a sinister laugh. "Oh, Rahim… you actually think you'll survive long enough to do that?" His gaze darkened. "I'm going to kill you. Right here. Right now."

Rahim's muscles tensed, but the wound in his abdomen throbbed painfully, making him stumble slightly. Mohim smirked at his weakness.

"But," Mohim added, a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I won't kill you right away. No… first, I'll kill your beloved Rania."

Rania's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Mohim, eyes wide with horror.

Rahim's heart pounded violently. "No!" he roared. "Leave her out of this, Mohim! This is between us!"

Mohim ignored him and turned to Sonali. "Kill her."

Rahim's eyes widened in terror. "No! Stop!" he shouted desperately.

Rania's tears slipped down her cheeks as she shut her eyes, accepting her fate. She had no strength left to fight.

Then—

A gunshot rang out.

Rahim's world slowed as the deafening sound filled the air. His heart pounded as he watched in horror.

"Noooo!!!" he screamed.

But the bullet didn't hit Rania.

Instead, Sonali staggered backward, eyes wide with shock as blood spread across her clothes. She gasped, dropping the weapon from her hands before collapsing to the ground.

Mohim turned sharply, his expression shifting from amusement to intrigue. His lips curled into a smirk. "Well, well… a new entry?" He let out a low chuckle. "This just keeps getting better. Now, I'm really going to enjoy this."

A figure stepped forward from the shadows—Ana.

She walked with determination, her eyes blazing as she approached Rania.

"Sister," Ana said, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so happy to see you."

Tears welled up in Rania's eyes. "Me too," she whispered, pulling Ana into a brief but desperate embrace.

Together, they turned toward Rahim, who was still struggling to stay on his feet.

Rania stepped closer to him, guilt heavy in her chest. "Rahim…" Her voice broke. "I'm so sorry. I hurt you. I—"

Rahim shook his head, offering her a weak but reassuring smile. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Mohim rolled his eyes dramatically. "I didn't come here to watch an emotional reunion," he sneered. "This ends today. All of you… are going to die."

Rania's jaw clenched, her grip tightening into fists. "We'll see about that," she shot back.

Rahim straightened himself despite the pain, his eyes locking onto Mohim. "This is between you and me," he said firmly. "We end this, just the two of us."

"No!" Rania protested. "Rahim, you're injured! You can't—"

Rahim turned to her, his voice soft but firm. "Don't say another word."

Rania hesitated, torn between anger and concern. But the fire in Rahim's eyes told her there was no changing his mind.

This was his fight. And it was about to begin.

Rahim charged at Mohim, his fist clenched with fury, ready to strike. But Mohim was faster. He caught Rahim's wrist mid-air, stopping the attack with ease. Without hesitation, Mohim lifted his leg and delivered a powerful kick to Rahim's ribs. The impact was brutal—Rahim staggered backward, blood spurting from his mouth as he crashed onto the ground.

Mohim took a deep breath, his gaze cold and unwavering. "You shouldn't have fought me," he said, his voice firm. "You're injured, and you're not stronger than me."

Rahim wiped the blood from his lips and smirked. "We'll see about that."

With a surge of defiance, he launched another attack, swinging his leg toward Mohim. This time, Mohim stepped back just in time to avoid the blow. But before Rahim could regain balance, Mohim retaliated with another swift, merciless kick. The force sent Rahim crashing onto the ground once again, his breath knocked out of him.

Silence hung between them for a moment. The battle was far from over, but one thing was clear—Rahim had underestimated his opponent.

Mohim looked down at Rahim, his expression unwavering, his voice laced with finality. "Rahim, you can never defeat me. Let's end this game now. First, I'll finish you—then the rest."

With that, Mohim pressed his foot down on Rahim's chest, pinning him to the ground. A sinister glint flickered in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around Rahim's throat, tightening his grip. Rahim gasped, struggling against the suffocating pressure, his vision blurring as pain shot through his body.

Desperation fueled him. His eyes darted around, searching for anything—any way to break free. And then, he saw it. Just within reach, a wooden stick lay on the ground. Gathering every ounce of strength, Rahim grasped it and, with a swift, forceful motion, struck Mohim's leg.

Mohim let out a sharp grunt of pain as the impact sent him tumbling backward. Rahim coughed, his breath returning in ragged gulps as he pushed himself up. Wiping the sweat and blood from his face, he fixed Mohim with a fierce gaze. "I will win today."

But Mohim was done playing. With a cold smirk, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, the metal gleaming under the dim light. He pointed it directly at Rahim. "I don't have time for this," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You're already losing. You don't have the strength to fight me. So I'll just end it all—with this."

Ana pulled her gun to Rahim.

As Rahim stood face-to-face with Mohim, both gripping their guns with unshaken determination, the tension in the air thickened. They both pulled the trigger simultaneously.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed twice.

But in that fleeting second, something unexpected happened—Rania stepped in front of Rahim.

Time seemed to slow as the bullet meant for Rahim tore through her, her body jerking from the impact. At the same moment, the second bullet hit Mohim, sending him staggering backward.

Rahim's breath caught in his throat. "Rania!" He reached out just as she collapsed, catching her trembling body in his arms. Tears welled in his eyes as he gently lowered her to the ground, his hands stained with her blood. "Why? Why did you do this?" His voice cracked with grief.

Rania winced, pain evident in every breath she took. With a weak, trembling voice, she whispered, "Forgive me… for everything I did to you. Take care of Ana… please."

Ana, watching in horror, broke into heart-wrenching sobs. "Rania! No!"

Rahim shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face. "No, you'll be fine. Just hold on, please! Stay with me!" His voice trembled with desperation, but deep down, he knew the truth.

Rania's fading gaze softened as she lifted a weak, trembling hand to Rahim's face. With her last breath, she whispered, "I… love you…"

And then—silence.

Her hand slipped from his face, falling lifelessly to the ground. Her chest rose once more—then stilled forever.

A scream tore from Rahim's throat. "No! Rania!!!" His grief-stricken cries echoed in the air, raw and filled with unbearable pain. He clutched her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. "I love you! I love you so much! Please come back!"

But Rania was gone. And nothing could bring her back.

Years passed. The battle between good and evil had ended, and righteousness had prevailed. The darkness that once loomed over their lives had finally lifted, but at a cost too heavy to bear.

Rahim, now a man of quiet solitude, chose to live under the name Rahil, as if trying to bury his past along with the ones he had lost. He never married—his heart had already given itself away to Rania, and there was no replacing her. Instead, he devoted his life to Ana, the only family he had left, naming her the sole heir to his wealth and ensuring she lacked nothing.

But no matter how much he gave to Ana, or how much he tried to move forward, his soul remained scarred. He had lost too much—his dearest friends, Javed, Danish, and Mehwish, and the love of his life, Rania. Their absence haunted him like shadows that never left, memories clinging to him like old wounds that refused to heal.

On the surface, Rahim continued with life. He smiled when needed, fulfilled his responsibilities, and played his role in the world. But deep inside, he remained broken. The weight of his past never lifted. And so, he carried his sorrow with him—a man who had won the battle but lost everything that truly mattered.