"I'm lost in the darkness residing in me... consuming my existence, bit by bit untill I'm left with nothing but ruins..."
Zainab Aqeel has lost her will to live. She's withering away like a flower does in fall...only she may never bloom again.
"The...
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Idris stared at the stoic man sitting before him. His left arm rested on the leather chair, the shadow of a slight tattoo appearing beneath the sleeve of his button down. It was hidden well, so Idris couldn't make out the exact tattoo but he knew it was there. He didn't care about the damn tattoo. All he cared about was knowing why this man was in his house, in his study. What motive he had in mind to come directly to him.
"What do you want?"
At his question, the man folded his leg atop the other and widen his stance.
"Revenge."
Idris's eyebrows furrowed. The man was really there on business. But he still wasn't certain. He needed more.
"Explain."
Leaning back, he waited as the man took his time contemplating whether to give in to details or retreat.
He chose the former.
"Altamash has to pay. For all that he did years ago."
Idris's face turned to stone. The man smirked. He knew. He knew exactly what years he was talking about.
The years that changed everything.
"Who are you?"
Idris's voice was murderous. There was murder dancing in his eyes. But he wasn't fazed. He knew it was his Achilles heel. Idris spent an expensive amount to keep the matter at bay. To keep the truth buried.
Too bad, it was all going to come out. All the expensive hard work would go down the drain. Just as he would love.
"I'm the ghost of the past. I'm his Karma."
His voice dropped octaves. His words were sure. He knew exactly what he was doing. And no one and nothing could stop him.
"What do you plan to do?"
"I'll only make sure he gets what he deserves. A painful punishment. A brutal retribution. An eye for an eye."
Idris's lips thinned. The man before him was either bluffing or he really did want revenge. Otherwise he wouldn't have come to him for help. Or was that really the case?
"Why have you come here?"
He threw the question that was bugging him the entire time this man entered his study and started gloating about his revenge.
There must be a catch, wasn't it?
A smile played on the man's lips. It was twisted and resembled a sneer. May be he didn't smile much.
"I know what happened that night. I know exactly who is responsible. You need not to worry."
Idris opened his drawer and took out his cigar. Taking a puff, he concluded the man's offer
