Episode 6 (Final Episode)
After dinner, Jenny gave him a drink
which made his mind heavy.
A light drowsiness began to settle in.
"Come, I want to show you something."
Jenny took his hand and led him to another room.
The moment Haroon stepped in, he understood
why she had brought him there.
He stared in shock at the paintings on the walls—
various poses of Jenny,
none of which could be considered within the bounds of decency.
The walls were adorned with obscene images in beautiful frames.
Haroon lowered his gaze in embarrassment.
He appreciated beauty, but he was not immoral.
He believed even love should remain pure.
"How did you like my paintings?" Jenny asked.
"They're... fine," Haroon replied with a forced smile.
Jenny moved closer and ran her finger along his arm.
"Will you only admire these pictures from afar?"
Haroon felt a shiver run down his spine,
and then he began to drown—
drown in a whirlpool of time and circumstance.
When he surfaced, he was overwhelmed with self-loathing.
He was suffocating under the weight of regret.
His dignity, purity, and pride had all turned to dust.
His conscience was bleeding under the burden of sin,
yet he consoled himself with the thought
that it had not been his decision—
he was innocent.
He looked up at Jenny,
who was dressing herself while smiling victoriously.
Haroon tried to avert his eyes from her shamelessness,
but she proudly said,
"When I like something, I don't waste time.
I liked you the first time I saw you—
and now, I have you.
Anyway, tell me—
how did it feel?"
Haroon let out a long breath as if swallowing poison.
If only he could tell her
that the disgust he once felt for an insect,
he now felt for her.
But instead, he said,
"I've fulfilled your desire.
Now, I hope you'll keep your promise."
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Jenny asked, eyeing him.
"What else is left for us to do here?"
Haroon responded, slightly irritated.
"We can talk," Jenny smiled.
Haroon looked at her in disbelief.
"Seems like you're really unlucky, Haroon,"
Jenny said with a strange tone.
"What do you mean? Are you going back on your word?"
Haroon asked anxiously.
"No, not exactly. I had decided to set you free...
but things have become complicated.
I just found out that because of you,
Helen and Sean have landed in serious trouble.
The police have taken them away.
Did you tell your brother
that you were going with Helen?"
"No… I didn't say anything," Haroon lied.
"Alright. I'm not worried about the police.
But for Helen and Sean's sake,
I'll need to keep you here a few more days."
"Jenny, please. I promise
I won't say anything to the police or my brother."
Haroon pleaded.
"Stop arguing, Haroon.
This isn't your country's police—
things don't get resolved so easily here.
You'll have to stay a few more days
and follow my every command."
Jenny spoke firmly.
"What do you think I am?
Am I just your slave now?"
Haroon shouted, as his patience ran out.
"Calm down," Jenny said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Haroon tried to push her hand away,
but he couldn't move.
His eyes met hers,
and he felt a strange power in her gaze.
His body began to weaken.
He tried to look away, but couldn't.
Jenny placed her other hand on his other shoulder and said mockingly,
"What happened? Why are you frozen like a statue?"
Then she smiled and added,
"You're now completely under my spell.
You can't do anything without my permission.
So, cooperate.
But if you don't,
I'll make you obey—one way or another."
As soon as she looked away,
Haroon collapsed to the floor.
He looked up at her in helpless astonishment.
"Oh my, you fell? What happened?" Jenny smirked.
She rushed to help him up by the arm.
Haroon looked at her face in disbelief.
"Come, let's go outside and talk," she said, leading him.
Haroon followed like a silent slave.
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Haroon expected to see the sea outside—
but instead, he found a landscape of mountains and waterfalls.
The weather was still pleasant.
The sky was cloudy, and birds flew above.
Green fields, trees, and flowers spread across the ground.
They began walking on the grass.
"I only wanted to spend one night with you,
but I didn't realize things would go this far.
Consider what happened as an accident—
something that can happen to anyone.
As soon as things settle down,
I'll set you free," Jenny said.
Haroon looked at her with disbelief.
"Oh come on, don't be sad.
I promise—you'll leave soon," she smiled.
"Alright," Haroon said coldly.
He now knew she was lying.
She had made similar promises before.
She only kept him for her own use.
She would not let him go until she was done with him.
"Now go rest in your room.
I have some things to take care of.
I'll try to return soon," Jenny said.
"But how can I go back to the room without you?
I can't even open the doors," Haroon asked, surprised.
"You're free now.
Any door you touch will open for you," she smiled.
Haroon looked at her, suspicious.
It felt like another trick.
Jenny started her car and looked at Haroon through the window.
"If you're thinking of escaping after I leave,
you're mistaken.
Don't waste your time or energy trying."
After she left, Haroon took a deep breath
and placed his hand on the main door—
it opened on its own.
But he didn't enter, afraid it might lock again.
He wanted to try escaping on his own.
He looked around—
mountains surrounded him on all sides.
He was puzzled—how did Jenny's car leave through them?
He began climbing one of the hills.
His hands were badly scraped, but he didn't stop.
He reached a waterfall and looked far ahead—
only the sea was visible.
He was exhausted and breathless.
Jenny was right—
without her will,
he couldn't escape.
Defeated, he came down the mountain
and returned to his room to lie down.
After resting a while,
he got up and walked out again,
this time going back outside through the door.
He walked across the grass.
Never before had he felt so helpless.
For the first time,
he missed his father.
Angry at himself,
he began walking back to the house
when he suddenly froze.
There were butterflies fluttering over flowers.
He stopped to watch them, mesmerized.
One even landed on his hand when he reached out.
He sat carefully, afraid it might fly away.
He stared at the butterfly with childlike wonder.
"You're so cruel, Haroon.
You never had mercy for these innocent creatures.
One day, a butterfly will trap you, too,"
he remembered Bali's childhood words.
She had stayed upset with him because of butterflies.
He could've made peace,
but his pride had stopped him.
He realized—Bali wasn't arrogant.
He was the arrogant one.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"You were right, Bali.
I'm a cruel man.
I've only hurt the ones who loved me."
One by one, memories began flooding back—
his father's kind face,
his mother's loving voice,
their care and concern.
And what did he give them in return?
Only sorrow.
He had wanted to be their support—
but instead, he chased his own selfish desires.
Tears of regret flowed from his eyes.
Suddenly, he saw Jenny's car returning.
He quickly wiped his tears.
"Oh… you're still here? Were you crying?"
Jenny noticed his red eyes.
"No… let's go inside," Haroon said, changing the subject.
"It's obvious you were crying.
I thought you were brave—
but you're just a kid crying like a baby.
Gave up so quickly?"
Jenny mocked him, and Haroon remained silent.
They went back to the bedroom.
"I'll freshen up, then we'll talk," Jenny said.
"Okay," Haroon replied coldly.
Ten minutes later, she returned—
wearing a red nightdress, looking stunning.
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