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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Author Pov:-

It was Ramadan, a time of fasting and reflection. While many were fasting, some were out shopping, and as always, the children were playing
joyfully—swinging their badminton rackets and running around with carefree laughter. They had no idea what was about to unfold.

Suddenly, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Panic surged through the crowd. Mothers grabbed their children, fathers reached for their phones, and everyone started fleeing in terror. Fear twisted their hearts as they bolted for safety.

But just then, a voice cut through the chaos, freezing them in place.

"Shhh... don't even think of running."

The voice was cold, dark, and as chilling as death itself. It crawled into their souls, making their blood run cold. They dared not move.

He began walking slowly toward a group of girls, their wide eyes filled with terror. They stood frozen, too scared to breathe, let alone move. His boots echoed ominously as they struck the pavement, each step drawing him closer.

A wicked smirk twisted his face, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. The girls flinched as he got nearer, but fear held them rooted to the spot. Their hearts pounded like a drum, their hands shaking uncontrollably as they clung to one another, praying silently for this nightmare to end.

He smirked, savoring their helplessness. His presence felt suffocating, like a storm that was about to break. There was no escape, no way out.

He was just about to grab the girl when a voice, small but bold, cut through the air.

"Hey, mister! Stop it. Don’t you know we shouldn’t touch girls? It’s haram!"

The man paused, not out of fear or hesitation, but out of sheer curiosity. Slowly, with an amused expression, he turned his head, his cold eyes narrowing as they locked onto a small boy standing behind him. The boy’s face was a mix of innocence and defiance, unaware of the danger he was confronting.

The man’s smirk returned, darker now, as if he found the interruption laughable. He tilted his head slightly, not saying a word, but his presence radiated menace.

The boy, though brave, was no match for the sheer weight of the man’s cold gaze.

He chuckled darkly, the sound low and unsettling, reverberating through the air like a distant thunderstorm. His eyes never left the boy as he spoke, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Don’t worry, kid," he sneered, his words slow and deliberate. "You’ll do it soon enough... once you’re older. Your mind will start to wander, and you’ll feel that pull. Just wait... it’ll hover over you."

His chilling laughter echoed in the silent street, twisting the tension tighter. The boy’s face hardened, but fear flickered in his eyes. The crowd was paralyzed, watching this cruel exchange unfold.

The man’s smirk twisted as he began to walk toward the boy, each step deliberate and slow. The crowd watched, holding their breath, but no one dared to intervene. He crouched down, lowering himself to the boy’s level, his eyes dark and menacing, filled with twisted thoughts the boy couldn’t possibly understand.

"I like your confidence," he murmured, his voice soft but dripping with malice. "But at the same time… I want to break it."

The boy stood frozen, confused but still trying to stand his ground. The man’s gaze turned colder as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and unsettling.