Scene 1: Islamabad Streets – Haroon on the Hunt
The morning sun was rising slowly over Islamabad, casting long shadows across the wide roads. Inspector Haroon adjusted his black jacket as he stepped out of the police jeep. His team was already geared up—bulletproof vests, communication sets, and pistols holstered. The air was thick with tension.
Haroon (calm but firm):
"Stay sharp, men. Rehan Malik is no ordinary dealer. He's smart, dangerous, and desperate. If he knows we're after him, he'll slip."
Constable Rashid (checking his weapon):
"Sir, we've checked G-10, G-11, and F-8 safehouses. He's nowhere. It feels like he vanished."
Haroon (grim):
"He didn't vanish. People like him don't vanish; they relocate. Start with his last signal from that burner phone."
The police tech officer, Hamza, was hunched over a laptop in the backseat of the jeep. His fingers moved fast across the keys, triangulating tower pings.
Hamza:
"Sir, last activity was near Blue Area… but that was 14 hours ago. After that—nothing. He might've destroyed the SIM."
Haroon clenched his jaw. Every passing second meant Rehan was moving further away. Suddenly, Haroon's phone buzzed. A message from headquarters: "Noman under heavy interrogation – possible breakthrough soon."
Haroon exhaled.
Haroon (to himself):
"Come on, Noman… give me something."
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Scene 2: Police Interrogation Room – Noman Under Pressure
Inside the cold interrogation chamber of Aabpara Police Station, the fluorescent lights flickered faintly. Noman sat slouched in a metal chair, his wrists cuffed to the table. Sweat trickled down his forehead. His once-confident smirk was gone, replaced by sheer panic.
Across from him sat DSP Farooq, a seasoned officer with a reputation for breaking criminals without leaving a mark. His eyes were sharp, voice calm, but every word hit like a hammer.
Farooq (leaning forward):
"Noman, you've been running a nice little operation under our noses. Drugs, weapons, fake accounts—impressive… until now. Tell me where Rehan Malik is."
Noman (breathing heavy):
"I—I told you already, sir. I don't know where he is now. I was just managing the floor at Amana Superstore."
Farooq (slams fist on the table):
"Cut the crap! You think we don't know you're his contact? You were the delivery point, Noman. Rehan trusted you. So talk… or you'll rot here for the rest of your life."
Noman flinched as the sound echoed through the steel walls. For a long moment, he stared at the table, trembling fingers clutching the edge. Then his lips quivered.
Noman (voice breaking):
"I… I'll tell you everything. But… I need something first."
Farooq raised an eyebrow.
Farooq:
"You're in no position to demand anything."
Noman looked up, tears welling in his eyes.
Noman:
"It's not for me… it's for my sister. Sara. She's been taken by Qamar Yousifi. He's the real boss. He… he forced me into this mess. If I didn't supply drugs, he would've killed her."
Farooq's jaw tightened. This was new.
Farooq:
"Where is she?"
Noman:
"With Qamar. Somewhere near the tribal belt… close to the Chaman border. He runs everything from there. Drugs, guns… even people."
Farooq exchanged a glance with SI Tariq, who was standing in the corner. The revelation changed everything.
Farooq (calm but cold):
"Prove you're not lying. Give me his exact location."
Noman swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he continued.
Noman:
"I know where he hides. I've been there once. A farmhouse outside Qilla Abdullah, near Chaman. Big compound, armed guards. Rehan takes his orders from Qamar. If you go after Qamar, you'll find Rehan."
Farooq leaned back in his chair, absorbing the information.
Farooq:
"You want your sister back? Fine. You cooperate fully, and maybe… maybe we can make that happen."
Tears streamed down Noman's face as he nodded.
Noman (whispering):
"I'll do anything… just save her."
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Scene 3: Islamabad Streets – Haroon Gets the Call
Back on the streets of Islamabad, Haroon's phone rang. It was Farooq.
Farooq (over phone):
"Haroon, you need to hear this. Noman cracked. Rehan's gone—he's heading to Balochistan. And there's a bigger player—Qamar Yousifi."
Haroon's eyes narrowed.
Haroon:
"Qamar Yousifi… I've heard that name. Human trafficking, drug syndicates… he's been on the radar for years."
Farooq:
"Exactly. His base is near Chaman. And listen—Sara, Noman's sister, is being held there. That's why Noman worked for them."
Haroon exhaled sharply, adrenaline kicking in.
Haroon:
"Understood. I'm pulling back to the station. We plan the next move tonight."
He ended the call and turned to his team.
Haroon:
"Pack it up. Rehan's out of Islamabad. We've got a new lead—and a bigger fish."
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Scene 4: Interrogation Room – The Deal
Farooq slid a glass of water toward Noman, who gulped it down with trembling hands.
Farooq:
"You're coming with us when we hit Qamar's den. You'll point it out."
Noman hesitated, fear in his eyes.
Noman:
"Sir… Qamar will kill me if he sees me there."
Farooq (cold smile):
"Only if we let him live."
Noman shivered, realizing the storm that was about to unfold.
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Scene 5: Police Station – Strategy Briefing
By evening, Haroon and Farooq sat across a table cluttered with maps, surveillance photos, and dossiers. Other officers crowded the room, their faces set with grim determination.
Haroon:
"Qamar Yousifi. Long time we've wanted this man. Now we've got his location, thanks to Noman."
SI Tariq:
"Sir, the hideout's heavily guarded. We'll need backup—frontline units, SWAT support, maybe even FC assistance."
Haroon (nodding):
"We'll request reinforcement discreetly. This stays off the media. No leaks."
He glanced at Noman, who sat in the corner under heavy guard, head bowed.
Haroon (to Noman):
"You'll ride with us. One wrong move… you won't live to regret it."
Noman nodded silently, the weight of his choices pressing down on him.
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Scene 6: Nightfall – Haroon's Resolve
Later that night, Haroon stood by the station window, looking out at the dimly lit streets. His reflection stared back at him—tired but unbroken.
He thought about Sara, an innocent girl trapped in this nightmare, and about Qamar Yousifi, a shadowy figure whose name struck fear even in hardened criminals. This wasn't just another raid. This was a war against a network feeding poison into society.
Haroon (to himself):
"Tomorrow, Qamar. Tomorrow, I end this."
Outside, the distant sound of sirens faded into the dark as Islamabad slept, unaware of the storm brewing on its borders.
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