Few months later after that memorable night. At one day Haroon has doing a routine work in his office he's quite busy in his work, suddenly his phone ranges a caller ID named Razzaq fast food staller Haroon pickup the call.
Scene 1: The Informer's Call
Location: Razzaq's Fast Food Stall – Islamabad, Late Afternoon
The sizzling sound of kebabs on a hot plate mixed with the aroma of fresh naan. Razzaq wiped the sweat off his forehead as customers came and went. His eyes kept flicking nervously toward the street corner.
Just as he turned to pick up an order, his phone buzzed. He saw the name and answered quickly.
Razzaq (lowering his voice):
"Assalam-o-Alaikum, Haroon bhai. Bohat bari khabar hai."
On the other end, Haroon's deep voice carried urgency.
Haroon:
"Wa Alaikum Assalam, Razzaq. Kya hua? Tumhari awaaz kyun theek nahi lag rahi?"
Razzaq:
"Bhai, roz ka customer hai mera... lekin aaj uski baat sun kar hosh udd gaye. Woh keh raha tha ke uske paas koi sample hai... worth pachees hazaar. Aur keh raha tha ke poori consignment deliver karni hai, jiska worth hai... saat crore!"
Haroon's heart skipped a beat. His jaw tightened.
Haroon (firmly):
"Kya? Saat crore ki consignment? Tum sure ho Razzaq?"
Razzaq:
"Bilkul sure hoon, bhai. Mere saamne phone pe baat kar raha tha. Keh raha tha ke woh kisi se mil raha hai... Amana Superstore ke backside gate par."
Haroon's pulse raced. That was Imran's store—Imran, his closest friend like a brother.
Haroon (urgent):
"Kab? Kaunsa time bola usne?"
Razzaq:
"Superstore band hone ke baad. Bhai, mujhe darr lag raha hai... agar kisi ne dekh liya ke main inform kar raha hoon—"
Haroon (cutting in, reassuring):
"Kuch nahi hoga, Razzaq. Tumne bohat bara kaam kiya hai. Tum wahan mat rehna, chup chaap ghar chale jaana. Main handle kar loonga."
Haroon ended the call, his face pale but eyes burning with determination. He knew this was no ordinary bust—this was personal.
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Scene 2: Racing Against Time
Location: Haroon's Office – 4:00 PM
Haroon paced his office, mind racing. If the consignment came through that gate, the consequences would be disastrous—not only legally, but also for Imran's reputation.
He grabbed his phone and dialed quickly.
Haroon (to secretary Faiza Habib):
"Faiza, mujhe Police Commissioner se milna hai—abhi."
Faiza (calm, professional):
"Sir, Commissioner Iqbal Hassan busy hain. Kal raat 8 baje ka time de sakti hoon."
Haroon clenched his fists, suppressing his frustration.
Haroon:
"Fine. Kal raat 8 baje fix kar do. Main case details ke saath aa raha hoon."
He hung up and immediately began drafting his report, pulling all his notes together. This was going to be a long night.
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Scene 3: The Commissioner's Office
Location: Islamabad Police Headquarters – Next Night, 8:00 PM
The clock ticked loudly as Haroon walked into the grand office of Iqbal Hassan Siddiqui, the Police Commissioner—an imposing man in his late fifties with a sharp gaze behind rimless glasses.
Iqbal (gesturing to a chair):
"Haroon sahib, bethiye. Sunaya hai koi bara case lekar aaye hain?"
Haroon slid the file across the polished wooden desk, his tone grave.
Haroon:
"Sir, Islamabad ke universities aur colleges mein drugs supply karne wala network active hai. Aur kal raat mere informer ne mujhe yeh detail di ke... consignment ka deal ho raha hai. Location: Amana Superstore ka backside gate. Value: Saat crore rupees."
Iqbal raised an eyebrow, scanning the documents.
Iqbal:
"Hmm... Amana Superstore? Kya aapko yakeen hai?"
Haroon:
"Bilkul, sir. Informer reliable hai. Agar yeh delivery successful ho gayi to puri city mein poison phail jayega."
Iqbal leaned back, his fingers interlocked thoughtfully. Then, with a decisive tone:
Iqbal:
"Operation sanctioned. Unhe zinda pakadna hai. Main written order issue kar raha hoon. Haroon sahib, yeh aapka operation hoga—lead from the front. Mujhe results chahiye."
Haroon's jaw tightened as he stood up, saluting sharply.
Haroon:
"Consider it done, sir."
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Scene 4: Midnight Shadows
Location: Backside Gate – Amana Superstore – 12:15 AM
The night was cool, the streets eerily quiet under the faint orange glow of streetlights. A soft breeze rustled the trees, carrying with it a sense of foreboding.
Haroon crouched behind a delivery truck, his team of six officers in position, all in plain clothes but armed. Their earpieces crackled softly with whispers of coordination.
Haroon (into earpiece, low tone):
"Team Alpha, status?"
Officer 1 (whispering):
"Alpha in position, sir. Target vehicle approaching."
The headlights of a white Corolla glimmered in the distance, slowing near the gate. A man stepped out, tall, with a black duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Moments later, a second man appeared from the shadows, scanning nervously before signaling.
Haroon's heartbeat quickened.
Haroon (whisper):
"Steady... don't move until the exchange begins."
The two men spoke in hushed tones. The duffle bag shifted hands. That was the moment Haroon was waiting for.
Haroon (commanding):
"Go! Go! Go!"
The silence shattered as Haroon sprinted forward, gun drawn.
Haroon (yelling):
"Police! Hath upar karo!"
The suspects froze, panic flashing across their faces, before one bolted toward the alley.
Haroon:
"Ali, left flank! Don't let him escape!"
Shots echoed in the night—not bullets, but warning rounds fired into the air. The second suspect raised his hands, dropping the bag.
Haroon (grabbing him by the collar):
"Drugs bech kar zindagi barbaad karne chale the? Kaun hai tumhara boss? Bolo!"
The man trembled, lips sealed.
Meanwhile, Officer Ali tackled the runner to the ground.
Within minutes, both men were cuffed, the duffle bag secured. Haroon unzipped it to reveal tightly packed sachets—white powder glistening under the streetlight.
Officer Ali (breathing hard):
"Sir... itna maal toh half Islamabad ko nasha kara de."
Haroon zipped the bag shut, his eyes cold with resolve.
Haroon:
"Yeh toh sirf sample hai. Main asal shehanshah tak pohonchunga."
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Scene 5: Silent Drive Back
Location: Police Convoy – 1:30 AM
The city lights flickered past as Haroon sat in the back of the van, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Why Amana Superstore? Was this a coincidence—or was someone trying to frame Imran?
His phone buzzed—a message from Imran:
"Party ka plan bana rahe hain weekend par, bhai. Tum aa rahe ho na?"
Haroon stared at the screen, his heart heavy with the weight of secrets he couldn't share—not yet.
He typed back:
"Haan... aaunga. Tum tension na lo."
But deep down, Haroon knew this was just the beginning of a storm that could shatter lives.
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[End of Chapter 51]