CARNAL

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THE CONFRONTATION

Siraj had been working late into the night at his office, going over the paperwork for Don's latest venture. For months, he had been the silent partner in Don's crime empire, the man behind the scenes who made sure all financial aspects ran smoothly. As Siraj sat at his mahogany desk, littered with stacks of cash and official-looking documents, he felt a growing wave of pain and guilt.

He meticulously moved through various transactions and accounts, ensuring that even a hint of money laundering wouldn't be detected. Utilizing several offshore accounts and shell companies, Siraj masterfully washed Don's dirty money. It was an art form to him - one that he took great pride in.

As Siraj finished transferring funds between accounts – turning illegal gains into apparent legitimate wealth – the office door swung open with a loud creak. The Mafia leader stepped through it with an air of command. His piercing gaze met Siraj's menacing eyes.

"Don," Siraj acknowledged, nodding once. "Your money is laundered as promised." He pointed to a large, steel briefcase resting on a nearby table.

Don strode across the room confidently and picked up the briefcase before returning to stand in front of Siraj's desk. He cracked it open to inspect its contents—a sea of neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills.

"Good work as always," Don praised, snapping the case shut again. "But let's get down to business."

With a heavy exhale, Siraj put down his pen and looked straight at Don. This was something he needed to confront him about. "I know what you did to Mijako," he solidified his voice with anger boiling within him.

Don frowned at this unexpected turn, narrowing his eyes at Siraj. "What are you talking about?"

"You forced her to have an abortion!" Siraj spat out bitterly. "She's devastated! You robbed her of her choice and the life she was carrying—our child!"

"Don't you dare lecture me about choices," Don snarled, gripping the briefcase more firmly. "You're too blinded by love to see what's best for our empire. An heir would make things more complicated."

"I won't be a part of this anymore!" Siraj retorted. "Your money and this life means nothing if it comes at such a cost! I laundered this last batch for you, but I'm done!"

Enraged, Siraj lunged forward and grabbed the briefcase from Don's hands, flinging it with all his might at him. The metal collided with a loud crash, sending banknotes fluttering throughout the room.

Don stumbled back, momentarily stunned before rage flushed his face. "You think you can just walk away? You're in this too deep."

"I'd rather bring this whole operation down than continue to be part of your cruelty," Siraj challenged, fuelled by newfound conviction.

As they stood facing each other amidst the chaos of spilled money and fractured trust, both men knew that their fates were entwined. One way or another, the events ripe from consequence had been set in motion.

"You have no right to question my methods when it comes to my daughter!" Don bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at Siraj.

Siraj, now seated once more, leaned back casually in his chair, locking eyes with the enraged father. "Don," he began coolly. "Your daughter is an adult, and she has every right to decide what she wants for herself."

"Are you mocking me?!" Don yelled, slamming his fist on the desk. "You don't know anything about raising children!!"

Without missing a beat, Siraj interjected firmly, "I could say the same about you."