The Kidnapping at Black Hill

The Kidnapping at Black Hill

BY:Ubaid

In the bustling city of Karachi lived Seth Irfan Jalali, a wealthy and well-known businessman who had built a vast empire in the clothing trade. He was respected not only for his wealth but also for his honesty and discipline in business. Years ago, his wife had passed away, leaving him with the sole responsibility of raising their two beloved sons, Bilal and Ammar. For Seth Irfan, his boys were the only true treasures of his life, and he would protect them at any cost.

But fate had something darker planned.

One ordinary evening, as Ammar left his friend’s home and walked toward a waiting taxi, three masked men suddenly appeared out of the shadows. Before Ammar could even realize what was happening, he was seized violently, dragged into a vehicle, and taken away. The masked figures moved quickly, leaving the street silent behind them. Within minutes, the young man was locked inside a large, desolate room of a deserted mansion on the outskirts of the city.

Back at home, panic struck like lightning when Seth Irfan learned of his son’s sudden disappearance. The old man’s face turned pale, and his hands trembled. “My son... my Ammar!” he cried in despair. Having already lost his wife, the thought of losing a child was unbearable. He knew he had only two sons, and they were his entire world.

The following morning, a phone rang in his mansion. On the other side of the line was a cold and commanding voice.

“If you want to see Ammar alive, bring thirty lakh rupees to Black Hill. Delay or inform the police, and you will only find his corpse.”

The demand pierced through Seth Irfan’s heart. For a moment, he considered surrendering to their terms, but then his mind turned to the dangers of dealing with criminals. He decided he could not handle the situation alone. Gathering his courage, he immediately contacted Inspector Furqan Mirza, a seasoned officer known for his intelligence and bravery.

Within the hour, Inspector Furqan arrived at the mansion. His sharp eyes observed every detail as Seth Irfan narrated the entire story—from Ammar’s last known visit to his friend Athar’s home, to the terrifying call from the kidnappers. The inspector listened carefully, then asked, “Do you know where Athar lives?”

“Yes,” replied Seth Irfan, handing over the address.

Without wasting a moment, Furqan assembled his team and headed straight toward Athar’s residence.

Meanwhile, inside the ruined mansion, the kidnappers reported to their leader.

“Boss, we caught him just as he left his friend’s place and walked toward the taxi. We knocked the driver unconscious as well so no one could interfere.”

Suddenly, their leader’s face darkened with rage. “Fools! Don’t you realize what you’ve done? The taxi driver will regain consciousness and give your description to the police. If that happens, we are finished!”

He ordered furiously, “Go! Find the driver and finish him off before he talks.”

Obediently, the three masked men rushed out to silence their only witness.

Back in the city, Inspector Furqan had reached Athar’s home. Athar, shocked to hear the news, explained, “Yes, Ammar was with me earlier, but he left after a short visit.”

Just as Furqan stepped outside Athar’s house, two constables ran toward him. “Sir, there’s a man lying unconscious inside a taxi nearby. Please come quickly.”

The inspector hurried with his team and found the driver slumped in his seat. His pulse was weak, but he was alive. Furqan immediately administered first aid and ordered water to be sprinkled on the man’s face. Slowly, the driver opened his eyes, groaning in pain.

“Who attacked you? Do you remember anything?” Furqan asked firmly.

The frightened driver nodded. “Yes… three masked men. But when they dragged the boy into their vehicle, their scarves slipped for a moment. I saw their faces!”

The inspector wasted no time. Back at the police station, they laid out dozens of photographs of known criminals. The driver studied them carefully. After a tense silence, he pointed at one. “That’s him. I’m certain!” He pointed to another, then another. “These three, yes… these are the men.”

The revelation shocked no one in the police department. The suspects were all notorious criminals—repeat offenders who had served sentences in the past.

Sub-Inspector Rashid, who had been tracking their movements, stepped forward. “Sir, their current hideout is on the southern edge of the city. There’s a narrow road that leads to Black Hill. Near it stands a crumbling, abandoned mansion. I believe that is where they are keeping the boy.”

Inspector Furqan’s eyes gleamed with determination. “Then that’s where we’ll go. Prepare the team.”

As night fell, the police convoy moved quietly through the dark, narrow streets, headlights dimmed to avoid detection. The chilling wind blew across Black Hill, carrying whispers of danger. Finally, the outline of the old mansion appeared—its broken windows and crumbling walls standing like a haunted sentinel against the night sky.

“Positions!” Furqan ordered. Officers surrounded the property, weapons ready. With a swift motion, Furqan kicked open the main door, and the team stormed inside.

The kidnappers, caught off guard, tried to resist. One fired a shot, but the bullet missed. A constable tackled him to the ground. Another kidnapper tried to escape through a back door but was intercepted and pinned down. Within minutes, all three were in handcuffs, their desperate cries echoing through the hollow halls.

Furqan raced down to the basement. There, in the dim light, he saw Ammar—tied but alive, his eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t worry, son,” Furqan said gently as he cut the ropes. “You’re safe now.”

Ammar burst into tears of relief. The inspector placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and led him out into the fresh night air.

When the news reached Seth Irfan Jalali, he rushed to the police station where his son had been brought. Father and son embraced tightly, both weeping with gratitude.

“Inspector Furqan,” Seth Irfan said with trembling voice, “you have not only saved my son but also saved my life. I will forever remain indebted to you.”

The inspector smiled modestly. “It is my duty to protect the people of this city. Evil never wins as long as justice stands strong.”

And so, the nightmare ended. The kidnappers were behind bars, and peace returned to the Jalali household. But the incident left a powerful lesson behind—wealth may protect one’s business, but only courage and justice can protect life.