Red Trance and Murders
Chapter 2: City Eyes
Thursday morning,
Warda left the house, without burning any evidence against her. She had no hope of being saved, not even the will to live.
She is gonna live a life that Ibrahim survived.
Warda and Ibrahim, both are killed.
This is a story of Ibrahim's past, and a future that Warda chases.
Ibrahim's side,
late 1930s,
old Armaanpur,
Small town, rich people. In this lucky town, was an unlucky family.
The 'Ali' family.
Even their house was made of debt and not bricks. The city's stereotype about those families, they give birth to criminals.
Ibrahim Ali proved it right.
The 'Ali' family shifted from being a poor family to a weirdly rich family.
To become a criminal, one has to be ready for burning emotional attachments. Ibrahim started by targeting the lust factor, three brothels in the city with the name 'Red Trance'.
The man whose family didn't even have money for food, how could he gather money for those women.
If he built those brothels and bought women to work, then no, this isn't a crime.
He forced his own sisters to work in brothels. Used to beat them, till the scars didn't bleed at least twice.
City's lust had just one name 'Red Trance'. The playing of soft music with an occasional drink for visitors, all made it earn much money.
To escape the police, Ibrahim surely had some big connections in the city.
Ibrahim's life was not written to be this easy, cause one random day....
Ibrahim- Rahma, get on the bed.
Rahma- How long, how long would you keep doing this to your own sisters.
Ibrahim turns over to her, his eyes, the alcohol was tryna shut them.
He drank the last sip of alcohol from the bottle in his hand, walks closer to Rahma.
Shut. Ibrahim had lost control over himself.
Rahma's head, bleeding. The shattered bottle looking like fire to her.
Rahma cried for her life. Continuous knocks on the door, but Ibrahim won't open.
Wrote his name on her back with the shattered piece.
Rahma- Get to your senses Ibrahim.
Ibrahim slept aside, Rahma tied to him with his hands.
The next morning he woke up, he was traumatized. Blood on his body and blood on a dead body.
Rahma died due to blood loss.
Ibrahim- Rahma, Rahmaa, did I, no, noo.
A fear took him over, and now he had the tag of murderer. Murdering while trying to.....
He opened the door and started running.
On the edge of the tallest building in the town, Ibrahim was ready to decide.
Fearless to force his sisters, and a guy eaten up by terror when problem is over him. But, he was not supposed to die this way.