The Mischief Ends, Season: 3
  • 14 Nov - 20 Nov, 2020
  • Salaar Laghari
  • Fiction

He saw his son standing with an old man. Rizwan looked closely at the old man’s face and recognised him getting stunned,


Rahman and Hannan slowly started walking towards him. Rizwan picked up his stick and started walking towards them. His eyes were left wide open since he was excited, yet shocked to see his brother.

As the two stood face to face, they both got reluctant and a bit nervous. Rahman broke the silence by saying,

“I found him at the old home. He really wanted to meet you.”

“Oh,” Rizwan was kind of speechless as he had no words to express his emotions.

“How are you big brother?” Hannan asked him.

Rizwan was quite moved as he heard these words.

“I have told him everything on our way to your place,” Rahman said to his father.

Rizwan was so confused, but he got sentimental for the moment. He felt tears in his eyes and then said,

“I don’t know what to say. But at the moment…”

Hannan opened his arms as if inviting him for a hug.

Rizwan left his stick and hugged his half-brother moving a bit forward.

“Oh, dear!” Rahman uttered as he saw this.

The two brothers started weeping silently. They hugged each other with their hearts and affection until Rahman said,

“Alright, we need to go to your house father.”

They let go each other and Rizwan said,

“Sure, why not?”

Hannan wiped off his tears and said,

“There’s so much that I want to talk about.”

“Yes, I also do,” Rizwan responded.

Rahman said his final words,

“Well, the good news is that Tariq Yasar’s last wish has come true.”

“Of course,” Hannan said.

Ten minutes later, the three of them were seated inside Rizwan’s guest room. Hannan began the conversation,

“Look, before we talk about our problems about Jafar, I just want to apologise…”

“…No Hannan,” Rizwan interrupted pointing his finger towards him, “no, you have nothing to be sorry about. You have suffered enough. You spent two decades in jail, a huge time of your life.”


“No Hannan, you have nothing

to be sorry about.”

“Okay, but you lost your daughter because of me.”

“It wasn’t because of you. It was Jafar’s work.”

“Yes, but it was done through me.”

“No Hannan, you were trapped. Your son is the criminal, not you.”

“He has always been a rebellious son. He hates me, he always has hated me.”

“Don’t worry,” Rizwan said to him, “we’ll do something about him.”

“I know where he lives,” Rahman added.

“Oh, well, I’m not looking forward to greet him,” Hannan said, “I just want to see him getting punished.”

“You do know about Harun, right?” Rizwan asked him.

“Yes, Rahman told me about him. So, where is he and is he still working for Jafar?”

“Most probably, no,” Rahman answered.

“How come?”

“We have told him everything. He knows that Jafar is the killer of his parents.”

Hannan felt guilty on this and said,

“And again, I’m really sorry for all the trouble my son has caused.”

“Look,” Rizwan said, “we’re the ones who should apologise. But we are not discussing that today. We’ll talk about everything in detail tomorrow and we’ll make sure that all the grudges are removed from our hearts. One hundred percent.”

“Great. Anyways, where will I stay?”

“You’ll stay here at my house.”

“Thank you, thank you so much for welcoming me back in this family.”

“Speaking of which,” Rizwan said remembering his parking lot fight with his brother, “Can you tell me about the property documents that you were holding the other day?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been wanting to tell you that for quite a long time.”

“I’m listening,” Rizwan said getting impatient.

“There was a servant of our father that we had fired quite a long time ago.”

“What was his name?”

“I don’t really remember his name. But he was severely dark skinned.”

“Oh,” Rizwan tried to recall, “Well, I don’t seem to remember.”

“Anyways, he knew everything about our family secrets. I mean wherever we kept anything important, he used to know it and kept a track of it always.”

“Oh, that’s strange!”

“Yeah, so the issue is that our father owned a piece of land once and he had donated that to some charity.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“Okay, so what happened was that this guy stole that file.”

“He stole it?”

“Yes, and you know, how I was informed about this? I simply saw him outside that charitable organisation. I went to him, I talked to him. I asked him politely to show me that file.”

“I see.”

“So, he was hiding it and he tried to keep it away from me.”

“Then, what happened?”

“I asked kindly first, but as you know it, I was a short tempered person back then.”


“I snatched it and then, I realised what he had done.”

“So, what did you do with him?”

“After I snatched and read it, I hit him really bad. I slapped him twice.”

“So you were actually trying to get it back when I found you with it.”

“Yes, exactly. That’s what really happened.”

“Oh, my God! Really?”

“Yes, it was really painful.”

“Look Hannan, I owe you a huge apology.”

Rahman observed that their conversation was getting difficult for both of them, so he took out his cell phone and said trying to change the mode of conversation,

“How about I read your father’s prophecies and see how much of this actually happened?”

“Yeah, sure,” Hannan said.

“Sure, why not?” Rizwan added.

Rahman cleared his throat and started reading the prophecies through his cell phone:

1. A dark period will come to this family.

2. Tariq Yasar’s grave would be crushed.

3. Rizwan’s daughter will see a lot of pain and torment in her life.

4. A two–faced person will illegally capture the land that belonged to us once.

5. The first phase of the mischief would be different than the last phase.

6. A kind person will see several owls in a single night.

7. A guy wearing gold would betray one of the brothers.

8. Presumed dead will return and make situations worse.

9. One among the two brothers will get imprisoned for life.

10. Rizwan’s son will bring an end to the mischief.

As Rahman was done reading these, Hannan then said,

“Oh dear, I didn’t know plenty of these. In fact, I had forgotten all those that were ever known by me.”

“I understand,” Rizwan said to him trying to make it easier for him, “we all have been haunted by these. And you, of course, had to suffer a lot more than us.”

“No Rizwan, you lost your daughter,” Hannan said helplessly.

“I know, just calm down. Just relax and have some rest. We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow evening.”

They had a little more conversation and then they took Hannan inside.


Next afternoon, Jafar entered inside his house with quite an excitement on his face. He was more than happy today. He called out his crime partners through their names. Once the team members were standing in front of him, he said,

“I have good news for us all.”

They all got curious and listened to him impatiently.

“The good news is that our men have been successful. They have been successful in smuggling the weapons and we have made a fortune out of it.”

“Wow, that’s great!” one of the team members said.

Others also expressed their delightfulness.

Jafar was very excited and hopeful about his life that he took ten thousand bucks from his pockets and threw them from the top as if he was distributing the money among his partners.

“Have fun,” he said to his partners before leaving.

He left the room and went back outside.

Back at Rizwan’s house, the two brothers were having lunch together on the dining table. They were having a peaceful conversation until Rahman came by there side and said,

“I’m sorry for interrupting but I need you to understand that we have a task ahead of us.”

“Okay, we’re listening,” Rizwan said.

“We have to arrest Jafar. He is our biggest enemy. He was presumed dead and he returned alive, your father’s prophecy has come true.”

“You’re right.”

“This guy has crushed your father’s grave. He has murdered my sister. We have to get him arrested.”

“I always knew,” Hannan spoke up finally, “I always knew he would. It was my assumption. I had predicted this twenty years back, that this guy would be the one who would dishonour my father’s grave.”

“I know,” Rizwan said. “I know this hurts.”

“You know, it was his mother. It was his mother Naila, who had spoiled him. She never scolded him until she realised one day that he has become a criminal.”

“Oh! That’s very sad.”

“I was a poor person back then. I couldn’t fulfill his wishes. He grew up to become a thief.”

“He was an inborn criminal; you are not responsible for how he turned out to be eventually.”

Hannan gave no response on this. Rizwan then looked at Rahman and asked,

“So, what do we have to do about him now?”

“We’ll have him arrested. Don’t worry I’ll call the cops. We’ll do this the legal way this time.”

“Yes, I agree. We should do it legally. Last time, when we waged a war against him, there was loss of lives and we both got injured.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“What we should do is that we should stay back completely this time and let the cops do what they have to.”

“And then, we should take the matter to court?” Rahman asked.

“No,” Hannan answered, “we can’t do that. We have to get him killed. He must die in the police encounter.”

“Oh, come on Hannan!” Rizwan said disliking his idea.

“Yes Rizwan, it has to be this way. Troublemakers like him do not run away or hide, they should die. And only then there will be some peace.”

“Look, let’s not get hasty here. This guy has a huge team. If he dies then his goons will come and chase us. So, I think

that it is better if we get them all arrested.”

“Get them all arrested?” Rahman asked. “Is that possible? I mean, I think that plenty of them will die in the process.”

“That’s one possibility,” Rizwan answered, “look, let’s not make any hasty decision, I suggest that three of us should sit and talk about this wisely. Let’s consider the long term cost of this.”

“I’ll agree with whatever you guys will decide,” Hannan said, “but I do know for sure that he will be released through bail or something. And when he will be, he will come and haunt us. None of us shall be spared alive.”

“How can you be so sure that he will be released?”

“I know this because I know him. He was just fifteen when he knew the importance of having contacts and socialising”

“So, you’re saying that he might have contacts?” Rahman asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly my argument.”

There was a silence for a moment, as they all were confused as to what must be done.


One Week Later

Jafar was sitting all alone in his car with an excitement on his face. He was smiling constantly for no reason. He heard someone knocking on the window. He looked at that direction and to his surprise, it was Harun. He uttered,


He then, opened the window and asked,

“Where have you been?”

Harun said,

“I was away. I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, come inside.”

Few seconds later, Harun was sitting on the car’s passenger seat. Jafar asked him,

“Where have you been?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I needed some time to think.”

Jafar said in his own thoughts,

Uh Oh, has he discovered the truth about his life.

However, Harun continued speaking,

“I was told about a lot of things. Rizwan and his son told me plenty of stuff. And I was unable to accept some facts.”

“What have they told you? Tell me?”

“I’ll tell you that later. But right now, I want you to know that I have made my decision. And I am sharing it with you right now.”

to be continued...