LOVE WITHOUT DESTINY

part 35

The morning sun filtered through the velvet curtains, but there was no light in Sam Malik's eyes.
His gaze burned-not with remorse, but with pure, unfiltered hatred. Hatred for the man who made his life a political stage, who valued power over blood.
His jaw tightened. He had made his decision.
Today, he would burn his father's honor to ashes.

Just as he turned to leave, his phone buzzed loudly from the bed. It was his college friend, Rayan. Sam stared at the screen for a second before answering.

"Sam, are you coming to college today?"
Sam's voice was cold, almost lifeless.
"No."
He ended the call before Rayan could respond.

Rayan stared at his phone, confused.
"Maybe he just needs some more space," he thought.
But something felt off. He hesitated, then dialed again.

Switched off.

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Sam had already powered off the phone. He didn't need interruptions.
He walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a black hoodie, and threw it over his head.
Then he picked up a face mask, tucked it on, and headed toward the back of the mansion.

The main gate was under tight surveillance-guards stationed with strict instructions from his father to report Sam's every move.
But Sam wasn't going through the front door today.

He was done being watched. Done being controlled.

He crept out through the servant corridor, slipped past the laundry yard, and exited quietly from the rear gate.
His black hoodie shielded his face, and the mask gave him anonymity.
As he passed by the guards stationed at the front of the house, they didn't even glance his way.
He vanished into the city.

Within thirty minutes, Sam stood outside the central police station.

He paused, took a deep breath, and walked in.

The scent of paper, sweat, and cheap disinfectant filled the air as officers bustled through their routines.
Sam headed straight for the inspector's cabin, entered without knocking, and calmly took a seat in front of the desk.

He pulled off his mask. Lowered his hoodie.
The inspector glanced up and narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you... the politician's son? Sam Malik?"

Sam nodded.
"Yes. And I'm here to make a confession."

The inspector leaned forward, confused.
"Confession? What kind of confession?"

Sam didn't blink.
"The accident... the one involving Zain Khan. The case you closed recently. I want it reopened. Because the person responsible...
...was me."

Silence.

The inspector stared, stunned.
"Do you realize what you're saying? Are you even in your senses?"

Sam's voice was firm.
"Fully. I caused that accident. And I'm ready to face the consequences."

The inspector stood, shocked.
He rushed out, speaking to a senior officer over the intercom.

"Sir... we have a situation. If this goes public, our jobs could be on the line. Malik's son is here, confessing to that closed accident case..."

The officer on the other end was silent for a moment, then replied with a firm voice.
"Let the jobs go to hell. We serve justice-not politics. Take his statement. Record everything. And inform the press. The people deserve the truth."

The inspector returned to the room, his face pale.
He looked at Sam, uncertain.

"Are you ready to tell the entire truth again... for the official statement and the media?"