‘She was the only available doctor in near towns. We hardly managed to bring her here in the presence of tight security,’ one man might explain the reason of kidnapping of lady doctor.
‘If it would not be the matter of Amen Khan, we never took this risk. He is very important for us that is why, commander have ordered to save his life at any cost,’ other man didn’t seem happy.
‘’He definitely is a brilliant guy, you looked how he facilitated and planned the last bomb blast and how much devastating it was’
‘He is really a devil on earth, his foreign bank account was doubled at that time and he also demanded a flat in Dubai’ the first man was seemed jealous of him.
‘He should be well soon; you know our communication system was also managed by him;’…’ other man was really worried.
‘Don’t worry, devils don’t die soon,’ first man laughed when man felt movement in the room and stopped talking at once. Anza went back to her mattress and sat down.
‘Get up and follow me,’ one man walked to the room and ordered her harshly.
’you have to see our companion, who got hit at operation two days ago,’ he told her.
‘Take this and let’s move,’ he gave her first aid box which they brought from her room with them. Anza felt life by looking at that box and got up at once. She followed him at the harsh rocks and entered a cave with narrow opening. She managed to drop GPRS device under the small rock near her room in the way. Life saving drugs, injections and drips spread all around in that cave. There was a lot of suffocation and smell in that cave. They managed to make it as comfortable as they could. She saw a wounded man covered with bandages from his chest to lower abdomen. A roll of dressing was also wrapped around his head. His face was covered with the dry blood, as no one washed it after dressing him. One boy sat near that wounded man. Anza guessed he was working as a doctor for them.
He got up by looking at her,’ he is unconscious for three days. I have taken out six bullets from his body but still a proper surgery is needed.’ He told the situation as soon as he saw Anza there. Anza went close to the patient and felt hatred and detestation for that man.
‘I should treat him as brutally as he behaved with my people,’ the scene of crying and injured people in the recent bomb blast came across her eyes. ‘He should be left here to die and cry. Being a doctor, it’s your duty to treat any patient even he is your enemy,’ her heart and mind were arguing with each other. She sat near him and observed his lesions.
INJURED BILAL OR A TERRORIST AMIN GULL?
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‘These are being infected,’ she asked for the available medicines. She changed his drip and started his surgery at once. Her duty won the battle. She was cleaning his wounds very softly but he was crying and sighing with pain.
‘I wish I could be so cruel like you that I also enjoyed your pain and demanded reward for it,’ he wrapped the bandage again very gently and looked at his head injury.
‘He fell down after being hit and had a big cut at one side. I stitched it but its good, if you also check it,’ the assistant boy started to unwrap the bandage from his head. Anza was too tired after a surgery of three hours and also she didn’t have any interest in his minor injury of head. She swiftly opened a secret drawer of her fist aid box and put recording chip under the patient’s bed. Fortunately, the kidnappers brought her medical kit and medicines with them while kidnapping her and it had all tools in it. She was keeping her things back, when the assistant washed the patient’s face and removed his dressing from the head.
‘Please have a look on it as well,’ he requested.
‘Bilal Malik,’ she recognized him at once even he had been changed a lot.
‘I never expected to find you here,’ her eyes stuck with shock and grief.
‘Look here, I have sewed 15 stitches at this side and two at this side,’ the assistant boy showed her the injury ignorant of her condition.
‘Madam, check him,’ the boy said loudly this time. She came close to him and looked down.
‘You have did it right. Wrap it again and tell me his condition at every hour.’
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‘I’m ashamed of the time when the person like you was my friend. This was your goal. This was your end to lie down in the suffocated cave like animals, what is the use of your foreign accounts and flats? Do we have to meet here like this? Her mind was stuck. She went out of the cave and reached that small room again. She shut the door. ’Oh god! I wish I never meet you. I don’t believe you killed your own people. You became an agent of enemy to meet your goals. All you earn is plead of innocent people against you. it means major Nofil and brig. Bakhtiar knew your real face,’ she kept on thinking for long and didn’t know when she went to sleep.
‘He is regaining consciousness, please hurry,’ the assistant boy ran to her. The sun was setting at that time. There was a dim light in the cave. They were managing it with a small generator. Anza checked his pulse and took his vitals. He looked at her surprisingly and then to his companion. Anza was covered in full gown (topi burqa).
‘She is a lady doctor. We had no option other than her,’ the boy understood his expressions. He was so weak and drowsy at that time and went to sleep again.
Anza WAS BACK ON WORK
‘Bilal Malik as Amen khan with the head money of 250000.’
Anza’s mind was working fast. She remembered the list of most wanted terrorists.
She turned on the secret device.
‘Ask commander to call the meeting at once and call that Sundeep Kumar too. He is responsible for our great loss and causalities,’ Bilal or Amin Khan now, was being harsh on some one.
‘They are also very worried after that day but to get gather for meeting can be risky in these days,’ other man answered.
‘I know nothing, I just want to meet them otherwise they will see the consequences. I told them to stay calm for some time after that blast but that son of …...was eager to transport more trained boys at that side. Now call him to arrange my vacations along with the proper treatment anywhere in Middle East.’
By this conversation Anza knew the importance of Bilal among them. She hurriedly took out a hidden mobile which she slipped it away from the assistant boy. She saw a lot of mobiles with many Sims in possession of every man there.
She knew her escorts must be looking for her every where and soon they will discover her location by GPS system. It was necessary to contact them. She carefully sent message, ‘wait for my next message before any attempt to find me.’
Next day she dressed him again and changed his medicines. He was recovering very fast. He behaved decently in front of her and just observed her quietly.
Next night she set her device again.
‘Meeting is final by this weekend but 3 km from here in dark valley cave, ‘One man informed Bilal. I also have checked all bio data of that doctor as you said. Her name is Zareen Khan and she is graduated from Peshawar,’ he continued and told him about Anza’s ware about. ‘I’m noticing that you’re taking interest in that doctor. Make marry with her. In this way we will have doctor in our group,’ that man laughed accompanying the others but Bilal didn’t give any response.
It was Saturday morning and she was waiting for the evening with malaise. She went to see Bilal in the cave. It was her 4th day there. He sat on the bed and was looking quite well. Anza checked her vitals and turned to leave.
BILAL RECOGNISED ANZA?
‘Hey, listen do you know any doctor Anza khan?’
He spoke to her first time. She held her breath for some time,’ no.’
Anza was one in my good friends. She was also studying medical when we last met,’ he told her after waiting for some time.
‘Ok,’ Anza didn’t show any response and walked towards exit.
‘She also loved to wear beautiful ring in her index finger like you did,’ Anza looked at her hand at once. A simple but elegant ring was shining there.
‘Oh, a coincidence,’ Anza behaved spat.
‘He still remembers this,’ she thought. She was fond of rings.
‘She always bought beautiful rings from different places and keep on changing on her hands. Most of the time she wore only one ring in her index finger. She was a good athlete and a superb shooter. We participated in many games together. I thought you may meet her anywhere,’ Bilal got quiet after getting nix response from her. His soft tone and style took Anza back in past when she kept on listening him for long. Her heart was bumping fast. It filled with lot of good memories to share, few grievances to ask. She turned back and looked at him. He was staring on the rough walls of cave and was not attentive to her……