A Love story , This is a story which tells about three mens who are very rich, all of them have different financial status and personalities. One is very happy and mischievous and funny .And the other is very angry and vagabond who likes clubbing bi...
Basit's heart skipped a beat when he heard Elma's pained scream. His body tensed, instinctively wanting to run towards the sound.
He opened his eyes, his mind still grappling with Mr. Raza's words.
Basit : What's happening to her?
he said, panic filling his voice. Basit's eyes widened in horror as he saw Elma tied on the chair infront of him, her small frame struggling against the ropes that held her captive.
The sight of her in distress sent a wave of panic through him, and he lunged forward, trying to move towards her.
Basit : ELMA !!!
Basit scream out in horror and confusion as he found himself in a new situation. His body was tied to a chair, a bomb was strapped to his chest, and his love, Elma, was just a few meters away, also bound on chair.
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Panic took over his mind, and he struggled against his restraints, desperately trying to free himself to get to her. Minki's voice cut through the air with an ominous tone, sending a shiver down Basit's spine.
Minki ; Aww, my dear son.
Minki said, a sinister smile on his lips. "
Minki ; You look just adorable all tied up like that. It's almost a shame I have to kill you.
Basit's heart raced in his chest as he listened to Minki's chilling words. The realization of his dire situation hit him even harder, and he struggled even more, the chair creaking under his efforts. Basit's voice rose in panic and desperation as he called out to Minki.
Basit : LEAVE ME, MINKI!!!
he shouted, his fear was not for his own life but for Elma's. Minki chuckled darkly, relishing Basit's fear and panic.
Minki : Not so soon, son.
he repeated, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
Minki : First, I want to play a little game with you. And if you play nice, maybe I'll let your little love go.
Basit's eyes flicked over to Elma, his heart breaking at the sight of her terrified face and her tears. She looked so vulnerable and scared, and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right. But he was trapped in his chair, tied to a bomb, with Minki's malevolent presence looming over him.
Basit clenched his teeth, trying to keep his fear and desperation in check. He looked directly at Minki, his voice strained but resolute.
Basit : What do you want?
he repeated, his eyes burning with a mixture of fear and defiance.
Minki smirked, enjoying the power he held over Basit. He paced back and forth, like a cat playing with its prey.
Minki : What do I want, huh??
he mocked, his voice laced with cruelty.
Minki : Well, I want you to beg, my dear boy. I want you to plead for your life. Say the words, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be generous.
