Chapter 147. Helpless

Irtaza’s fingers stilled against the desk, his expression darkening. “Who?” But the tension in his voice made it clear he already knew the answer.

“Zahra.” Shehryaar scoffed, watching his brother’s reaction closely. “She came crying, begging for help. Looked at me with those desperate eyes like she thought I’d be her savior or some shit.” He scoffed. “Pathetic.”

Irtaza’s jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed dangerously. “And what did you do?”

Shehryaar chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “What do you think I did? Told her to fuck off, of course. Told her to remember where she belongs.” He leaned back, his voice dropping to something colder, more insidious. “But you need to get a grip on her, bhai. Women… they’re all the same. Given the chance, they’ll run to anyone who offers them a way out. Today, she came to me. Tomorrow, she could go to someone else.”

Irtaza exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening into fists. Shehryaar was pressing a