As Alia's finger tightened around the trigger, poised to unleash a hail of bullets upon Danish, Javed, and Rahil, a sudden movement from behind caught everyone off guard. A gun barrel pressed against Alia's temple, and a firm voice commanded, "Your game is over."
The group's collective gasp filled the air as they spun around to face the newcomer. Rania stood tall, her gun trained unwaveringly on Alia's head. Danish's eyes widened in astonishment. "Rania, you're here!"
As the scene unfolded before him, Rahil's gaze locked onto Rania, his mind racing with the memories of how he had maligned her, believing her to be the traitor. The weight of his misjudgment crushed him, and he felt his world crumbling around him.
Rania's voice was laced with a hint of defiance as she spoke, her eyes locked onto Rahil's. "I've come only for you and Javed, no one else. My allegiance is to you both, and I'll see this through to the end."
As she spoke, Rania gestured to Mehwish, who stood beside her, a look of quiet determination etched on her face. Rania's hand closed around the gun Mehwish had handed her, the weight of it a reassuring presence in her palm.
Rahil's eyes narrowed, his gaze drifting from Rania's face to the gun in her hand. A flicker of recognition danced in his eyes, and Rania's voice dropped to a low, husky tone.
"You handed me over to Alia, Rahil. You took away my gun, my identity, and my purpose. But let me tell you something - no one can take my place. I am Rania, and I will not be replaced."
The air was heavy with tension as Rania's words hung in the air, a challenge to Rahil's actions. Rahil's face was a mask of silence, his eyes locked onto Rania's, but his expression betrayed no emotion. The silence between them was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm.
Rania's voice was firm and commanding as she instructed Mehwish, "Tie Alia's hands with the rope." Mehwish swiftly obeyed, binding Alia's wrists with a sturdy knot.
As Mehwish stepped back, Rania's gaze locked onto Alia's, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Who's behind you, Alia? Who's pulling the strings, and what's their ultimate goal? Who is the mastermind behind this intricate web of deceit?"
Danish's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in skepticism. "How can you be so sure Alia isn't the mastermind?" he asked Rania, his voice laced with doubt.
Rania's expression remained unwavering, her confidence in her assessment evident. "I've been watching Alia, studying her movements and actions. She's not the one calling the shots. There's someone else, someone more cunning and ruthless, who's been manipulating her all along."
As Rania spoke, Alia's eyes darted wildly, her face pale and frightened. But Rania's gaze remained fixed on her, piercing and unyielding, as if daring her to reveal the truth.
Rania's voice was laced with a hint of satisfaction as she revealed the events that had transpired. "As I was leaving the lab, I suddenly remembered that I had left my phone inside. When I returned to retrieve it, I overheard Alia speaking on the phone, her voice barely above a whisper."
Rania's eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of triumph as she continued. "She was saying, 'Boss, don't worry, I've got them all trapped. They've shared their entire plan with me.' That's when I realized that Alia was playing a double game, and I needed to act fast."
Rania paused, her gaze sweeping across the room before focusing on Alia's pale face. "I quickly set up a camera in the lab, hoping to capture your conversations and uncover your plan. But fate had other plans. On my way back, my taxi broke down, and I had to pedal my way here. The delay was unfortunate, but it seems I've arrived just in time."
Danish's voice was laced with a hint of amusement as he turned to Rahil. "I think it's time for you to apologize to Rania, don't you?"
Rania's expression remained serene, her eyes sparkling with a hint of pride. "I don't need anyone's apologies. I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed. And that's a different story altogether."
Mehwish's brow furrowed in confusion. "But Rania, she said so many hurtful things to you. How can you not be angry?"
Rania's smile was enigmatic. "Anger is for those who are close to your heart. Rahil, on the other hand, is just a colleague. He doesn't have the power to hurt me."
Rahil's eyes dropped, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. But before the tension could escalate, he cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Shall we focus on the case now?"
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. But Rania's gaze lingered on Rahil's face, a hint of a challenge sparkling in her eyes.
Rania's voice was icy, her eyes flashing with a hint of warning as she turned to Rahil. "Don't speak to me, Rahil. I'm not angry, but I'm disappointed. And that's a wound that takes time to heal."
Danish's voice intervened, breaking the tension. "Alright, let's focus on Alia. What do we do with her now?"
Rania's gaze shifted to Alia, her expression unyielding. "Let's ask her politely to reveal the mastermind behind this operation. Perhaps she'll see reason and cooperate."
Alia's smile was a cold, calculating thing. "And if I refuse to tell you? What will you do then?" she taunted, her eyes glinting with defiance.
The air was heavy with tension as Rania's eyes locked onto Alia's, a silent challenge passing between them. The outcome hung precariously in the balance, as the two women engaged in a battle of wills.
Rahil's voice was firm, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "You'll have to tell us, Alia. Otherwise, things won't end well for you."
Alia's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, her eyes glinting with a hint of malice. "Oh, I think it's you who should be worried. You think I came here alone?" She laughed again, the sound sending a shiver down the spines of those around her.
As she spoke, the shadows behind her seemed to come alive, and a group of rough-looking men emerged, their hands grasping knives. Rania's eyes widened, her gaze darting from Alia to the men behind her.
Alia's smile grew wider, her voice dripping with triumph. "You see, I knew Rania would try something. And now, it's too late for you all."
The air was heavy with tension as the group faced off against Alia and her cohorts, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.