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The rhythmic sound of weights clanking filled the gym, but Sam's mind was elsewhere. He continued his exercise, his muscles tensed, his focus wavering between the physical strain and the storm inside him.
Junaid, one of his closest friends, dropped onto the bench beside him, wiping sweat off his brow. He looked up at Sam, his voice steady but supportive.
"Whatever you decide, we're with you. Just tell us what's next."
Sam unfastened his weightlifting belt, letting it drop onto the bench. He grabbed a towel, ran it over his damp face, and took a long sip of water. His silence hung thick in the air, tension crackling like an impending storm.
The others gathered around, waiting for him to speak. But it wasn't Junaid who finally broke the silence.
"What if Zain wins her over before you do?" one of them muttered.
Sam's head snapped toward him, his sharp glare slicing through the room like a knife. His eyes darkened with an unspoken rage, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like he was holding back an explosion.
"That's not possible." His voice was low, but there was an undeniable finality in it. "She doesn't love him. I know she doesn't."
He exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the edge of the bench. His next words came slower, quieter, but they carried a weight heavier than anything in the gym.
"Because I lost everything for her."
His friends stilled.
Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers curling into fists. His voice was eerily calm, but the emotion behind it was raw.
"I gave up my family for her. Left my home. And now... I'm not losing her too."
His throat burned with the weight of those words. For years, he had convinced himself that Syed Imran was the only reason he had been torn away from the life he once had. The only reason he had to live like this-alone, disconnected.
And now, the only way to make things right... was through Amal.
"I will destroy her," he muttered, his voice laced with quiet venom. "Only then will I get my revenge."
The room felt colder despite the heat of their workouts. His friends exchanged looks, some uneasy, others amused by the dangerous resolve in his voice.
Junaid smirked. "Then let's get started, shall we?"
Sam didn't smile. He simply nodded, his mind already setting the first pieces of his game into motion.
He had lost too much. And now, it was Amal's turn.
Sam stepped out of the gym, his body still burning from the intense workout, but his mind was fixated on something else-something far more important. His fists clenched as he turned to Junaid.
