Episode 11
Molsak leapt and hid behind a wide-spreading plant nearby.
He had run in that direction after spotting the plant.
The others arrived at the same spot, standing near the plant and cautiously scanning for the "snake."
They had guns.
A few also carried sticks.
Molsak stayed hidden behind the broad leaves.
They began pushing aside the branches with their sticks.
It was that moment when evening had fully embraced the night.
Suddenly, a loud hiss came from behind the plant.
Startled, the men jumped back in fear.
A human figure emerged from behind the plant.
The sight before them was so unbelievable that they froze in place.
Their eyes widened in shock.
Molsak took full advantage of their astonishment and
attacked before they could react.
There were five men in total.
Molsak grabbed two of them by the neck and
threw himself onto the remaining three.
All of them collapsed to the ground at once.
Molsak couldn't afford to waste time—
because if he did, he might run out of time himself.
Even in his human form, he struck with the speed of a serpent—biting swiftly…!!!
None of them even had a chance to stand.
After a few seconds of writhing, they all lay still and lifeless.
For some reason, the other servants hadn't noticed what had happened,
otherwise, a crowd would've formed by now.
Molsak had returned in his true form because
this way, he could sneak into the landlord's room unnoticed and hide there.
As night fell, he would change form.
The plan was simple: whenever the landlord returned to his room, Molsak would kill him and escape before morning.
But being spotted had ruined the plan.
Now, he had reverted to his human form.
He debated whether to retreat or finish his mission.
Eventually, he made a decision—
and quietly slipped out of the mansion.
Moments later, chaos erupted in the mansion.
Someone had discovered the five bodies and raised an alarm.
All the servants gathered.
The landlord had been away in another village for business.
He was immediately informed and rushed back.
Upon seeing the bodies, he quickly understood—
as he had feared—the killer was that same venomous creature.
The worry lines on his forehead made it clear:
the landlord was now deeply concerned for his own life.
From that moment, he ordered an increase in security.
Four guards were stationed outside his room day and night.
The entire mansion was engulfed in fear.
Men and women alike wore expressions of terror.
But there was one person who wasn't afraid.
In fact, the news brought her joy.
She felt a strange sense of peace seeing the fear etched onto the landlord's face.
That person was Zarmeena, a girl who had been forcibly imprisoned in the mansion for the past three years.
The landlord had made her his mistress against her will.
Zarmeena had limited freedom.
She could roam the mansion, but going outside—
even to the gate—was strictly forbidden.
Zarmeena had been present in the mansion
on the day Molsak was brought in.
She had thought that if possible,
she would try to help that man escape.
But by morning, she learned
that the man brought in at night had somehow escaped.
Zarmeena was overjoyed to hear this,
but she also prayed—
that venomous being would destroy the landlord the same way
he had destroyed the men.
And her prayer had reached its divine peak.
Zarmeena belonged to a middle-class family in Karachi.
She had left for college one morning… and never returned.
It had been three years since her abduction.
Her family had assumed
she had either eloped with someone or
been kidnapped.
They didn't even know
whether she was alive or not.
The landlord had taken her to his mansion.
He had once seen Zarmeena on her way to college.
Sometimes beauty becomes a curse.
That's exactly what happened to Zarmeena.
She paid the price for her beauty.
Her college wasn't far from home.
She would usually walk there with her friend.
That day, her friend was absent.
Zarmeena walked alone—
when a car stopped near her.
Three men jumped out, grabbed her, and
shoved her into the vehicle.
It was early morning, and the road was relatively empty.
Even those who witnessed it turned their heads away.
No one wanted to jump into a burning fire.
The landlord wanted to keep her as a mistress.
Left with no choice, Zarmeena begged him to marry her.
But the landlord refused.
In those three years, Zarmeena had often endured the landlord's brutality.
She had tried to end her life two or three times, but
perhaps she was saved because
she was meant to witness the landlord's horrible fate.
And now, that fate was drawing near.
The landlord had unknowingly messed with someone
he thought was an ordinary man…
But Molsak was neither human nor ordinary…!!!
When a jackal's death approaches, it runs toward the city.
The death of landlords had brought them straight to Molsak.
Molsak had returned to the mansion once or twice more—
but seeing the tight security, he realized
the landlord was now alert.
No matter if the landlord locked himself in an iron vault,
he couldn't escape Molsak's wrath.
Because
the image of his enemy—the landlord—was etched into Molsak's mind.
It was Molsak's nature:
once the enemy's image was locked in his eyes,
he would not rest until that enemy was freed from the prison of life.
Molsak arrived near the mansion during the day.
He had been circling it for several days.
In that time, he learned
the landlord no longer stepped outside.
Fearing death, he had imprisoned himself in his own home.
But that confinement could not protect him from death.
In the end, he had to die by Molsak's hand.
And maybe that day had finally come.
Molsak slithered near the mansion in his original form.
If someone saw him, they would again scream "snake!" and try to kill him.
But Molsak couldn't afford to give his enemy more time.
He had vowed—
either he would kill the landlord today, or
he would die trying.
In the game of death, only one dies.
Victory often belongs to the one who stares death in the eye and challenges it.
Cowards usually lose.
Molsak was no coward—
and the landlord was no hero.
Molsak found a suitable entry point and
silently slithered into the mansion.
Avoiding people's sight, he moved toward the rooms.
The mansion had many rooms.
Molsak didn't know
which one belonged to the landlord.
As he neared the first room, he slipped inside through its open door.
He thought that
even if this wasn't the landlord's room, once night came and he changed form, he would find the right one.
He was halfway through the door when
he suddenly heard footsteps behind him—
which abruptly stopped.
Maybe someone had seen him.
Molsak entered the room and
hid in a spot where he could still observe everything.
The door was directly in front of him.
At that moment, someone entered the room.
She looked around with curious—not fearful—eyes.
It was a beautiful young girl.
Perhaps those footsteps had been hers.
If she had seen Molsak…
then why hadn't she screamed?
Molsak wondered.
Then thought, maybe she hadn't seen him at all?
He felt reassured.
Zarmeena had stepped out into the courtyard.
After spending a few moments there, she returned to her room.
As she neared her door,
she spotted a large snake slithering inside.
Anyone else might have fainted in fear—
but someone who no longer loved life would see such a thing
as a blessing—
a release from the prison of existence.
She paused.
As soon as the snake entered her room, she followed.
She looked around but couldn't find it.
She thought maybe this snake had been sent for her—
to bite her and set her free from this cursed life.
Zarmeena didn't know Molsak's truth—
that he wasn't a man at all,
but a snake who could change form.
Zarmeena, fearless, sat on her bed, waiting.
Waiting for the moment
the snake would appear and bite her…
so that, even in death, she could leave this cursed mansion.
This place suffocated her—
a place where her soul had been torn apart countless times.
Little did she know—
this snake had been sent for her…
but not in the way she thought.
He would set her free, yes—
but alive.
And it was he who had been entrusted with avenging her.
Perhaps God had turned away from humans…
or maybe
humans were no longer worthy…
of carrying out such tasks.
Maybe that's why a snake was granted a life of one hundred years—
because a hundred years later,
he had to carry out a mission
beyond human capability…
or one that the Divine had never meant for humans at all.
Nightfall had arrived.
A maid brought food to Zarmeena's room.
Zarmeena…
(to be continued)
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