บท 50: 48. ADMISSION

"I wrote a word for you,

In all my part,

And I am gifting you,

The reigns of my heart"

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The puffed out smoke disappeared into the thin air as he smoked the cigar. His eyes narrowed on the limped body of the father and daughter.

Their bodies slumped against each other with dried blood sticking on their clothes. Her father groaned in pain as his lips quivered and Lateefa was fainted beside him, but could hear his words clearly.

His eyes held pity in them as he crouched down with a sardonic smile widening on his face.

"I really want to burn your soul to death." His voice rang in the air.

"But, you know what? Zohra is innocent in all these. If I really killed you both, I know it would effect her to the core. And I really couldn't afford any more tears in her eyes.

She doesn't deserve this all." Gritting through his teeth he got up and slipped off the latex gloves off of his hands. His hands typed the message to Mahara and she messaged her men to manage them again.