Chapter 250

Closing the door behind them, Moosa took his place behind the desk, settling into his chair with a measured calm, while Burhan hesitated for a moment before finally seating himself directly in front of him. The positioning was strategic, Moosa elevated and in control, Burhan lower and in a position of perceived vulnerability. The tension in the room was almost tangible, a quiet weight pressing down as both men measured the other with careful eyes. The air seemed to thicken with unspoken threats and long-held resentments, a battlefield of words waiting to be unleashed.

“Now tell me, Moosa Khan, what is it that you want to talk about,” Burhan asked, his tone polite but firm, as if testing the waters to see how serious Moosa really was. The use of “Moosa Khan” was deliberate, a nod to the respect that the title commanded, but the underlying challenge in Burhan’s voice was unmistakable.

Moosa leaned slightly forward, his gaze unwavering, and stated in a low, steady voice, “R