Chapter 200

The blaring of police sirens echoed through the dark mountains, flashing red and blue lights illuminating the entire warehouse.

“Aslam Durrani! This is the police. Surrender immediately!” the chief’s voice roared through the megaphone.

The air thickened with tension.

Chaos erupted.

“Aslam Bhai, what should we do?” one of his men shouted in panic.

“Shoot them! Fire at will!” Aslam barked, rage glinting in his bloodshot eyes.

Bullets tore through the night.

Murat and Berat ducked behind stacked crates as the gunfire rang. The world had descended into madness. But through the bullets, through the screams, Murat’s eyes stayed fixed on one thing—

Ayleen.

Aslam Durrani seized the moment. His bloody hand latched onto Ayleen’s wrist, dragging her weak form through the back hallway.

“NO!” Murat’s voice shattered the air.

He bolted after them, his heart hammering against his ribs. Each step felt like a lifetime. Ayleen—his Ayle