Arif watched the sleeping girl by his side. These days, he hardly got a good night's sleep. The reasons were too many for him to point out.
The little girl beside him was in deep slumber unaware of the danger that surround her. He felt bitter inside.
He no longer had the will to do it to her. It had been a game for him. Always has. Unlike his twin, he grew up being cocky and arrogant.
The praises he was showered with, the admiration he received as well as the face he possessed has long gotten to him.
He was arrogant and unyielding. He grew up with people worshiping him for being a hero.
Men admired him and wished to be like him while women wanted to be his. Arif never thought that a day would come when he would hate it all.
That was right. The impact of how he was treated many years ago was still there. In the realm, people had expectations from him.