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The cemetery was shrouded in an eerie mist, the tombstones casting long, ghostly shadows under the pale moonlight. Alihan stood among the graves, his presence a dark silhouette against the night. The cold air seemed to pulse with his simmering rage as the news reached him.
"Find her. Now," he commanded, his voice a low, deadly whisper that made the guard in front of him shiver.
"Y..yes, sir," the guard stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
Alihan's eyes blazed with fury and calculation. "Where can she run at this hour? It's the middle of the night. She has no idea where she is now," he muttered to himself, each word a promise of retribution.
The cemetery's silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of the wind. Alihan's thoughts were as cold and unyielding as the gravestones around him. "Drive to Üsküdar," he ordered abruptly, his voice cutting through the night like a knife.
Üsküdar is the area from where Azra run.
The city lights blurred past, mere flickers against the backdrop of his growing anger. Üsküdar loomed closer, a dark promise in the night. Alihan's resolve hardened with each passing second. He would find her. And when he did, she would learn the true meaning of fear.
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"How did she escape like that?" Alihan shouted at the guard who had been with Azra.
"Sorry, sir. Madam said she was feeling sick, and when we stopped, she ran away," he murmured, his voice low and trembling, his face flushed red with fear.
"Seriously, you all are useless," Alihan snarled, his anger boiling over. How could they have let this happen?
Where could she run on these streets in the middle of the night? The thought of her wandering alone tightened something in his chest, an irritation he couldn't quite place.
