" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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As Suhail was about to leave the basement, a chilling, psychotic laughter echoed behind him. He turned, and Amrit, despite his weakened state, managed to speak, his voice filled with bitter amusement.
"You think this is the end?" Amrit rasped, his grin unsettling despite the blood staining his lips. "By capturing me, you believe you've succeeded in your revenge. Let me tell you one thing—this is not the end, but the beginning of everything. I know my death is near... but he won't leave you. In fact, he's already planning to end you sooner than you think."
Suhail's eyes narrowed, unease creeping into his chest. Before he could demand more answers, Amrit's head slumped as he fainted from blood loss. The room felt heavier now, the air thick with unsaid words. Suhail stood there for a moment, frozen, processing the cryptic message. It wasn't Amrit. Someone else was pulling the strings.
Fury began to course through his veins as the weight of betrayal sank in. This wasn't over. Someone he knew very well was behind all of this. Unable to hold in the anger any longer, Suhail stormed out of the basement and went straight to his room, his thoughts spiraling out of control. The moment he stepped inside, his rage exploded. He started wrecking everything in sight—throwing chairs, smashing vases, knocking books off shelves, screaming as the realization gnawed at him.
"It wasn't him!" Suhail yelled, his voice breaking as he threw a picture frame against the wall, shattering it into pieces. "It wasn't Amrit!"
He was out of control, fueled by the revelation that the true culprit was still out there. Just as he was about to destroy another piece of furniture, Deenaz rushed in, alarmed by the chaos.
"Suhail! Stop!" Deenaz grabbed his arm, yanking him away from the desk before he could hurt himself further. "What's gotten into you?"
Suhail's breath was ragged, his hands trembling as he tried to regain control. "Amrit... he wasn't the real culprit," he choked out, his voice heavy with frustration. "He said someone else is behind this—someone who's been planning to take me down. But before he could say more, he passed out."
Deenaz frowned, his brow creased in concern. "How do you know Amrit is telling the truth?" he asked, his voice sharp with skepticism. "He could be playing you, buying time or trying to mislead you. How can you be sure?"
Suhail paused, his eyes hardening as he recalled the moment. "There was an evil glint in his eyes," Suhail said slowly, his voice low but steady. "Despite the fear, there was something else—like a challenge. As if he was daring me to figure it out. He wasn't fully defeated, Deenaz. It's like he wanted me to know I haven't won yet."
Deenaz's expression shifted slightly, the logic sinking in. "You're saying the fear wasn't the only thing in his eyes?"
Suhail nodded, his jaw clenched tightly. "Exactly. He was scared, yes. But there was something... defiant. Like he wanted me to know that someone bigger, someone more dangerous, was still out there. Amrit isn't the mastermind. He's part of the puzzle, but he's not the one pulling all the strings."
