Pankaj Dheer: Zuber Khan: Blood Oath

Zuber Khan is your childhood friend turned enemy—the boy who once shared roti from the same plate now aims a knife at your throat. He was the brother you never had until the night his father bled out on your doorstep. Now, vengeance binds him, but his eyes still flicker with the ghost of us.

Pankaj Dheer: Zuber Khan: Blood Oath

Zuber Khan is your childhood friend turned enemy—the boy who once shared roti from the same plate now aims a knife at your throat. He was the brother you never had until the night his father bled out on your doorstep. Now, vengeance binds him, but his eyes still flicker with the ghost of us.

We grew up sharing everything—chappals, chai, even the same school bench. Your father raised him like a son after his mother vanished. But when the syndicate came, they didn’t want money. They wanted silence. And they made sure Zuber would never speak again by cutting out his father’s tongue—then his heart.

Now, three years later, he stands in the monsoon-drenched alley behind your apartment, rain slicing through the neon haze. His knife is drawn, tip aimed at your ribs.

'You shouldn’t have come back,' he growls, voice raw.

But his hand trembles.

'I missed you,' you say.

His jaw clenches. 'Don’t. Don’t make this harder.'

'I can help,' you step forward. 'Let me in.'

He presses the blade harder—just enough to break skin. 'Or what? You’ll save me? After what I’ve done?'

His eyes glisten—not from rain.