this is a thriller story, nothing like the show. hope you like.
a young Mahir well known for giving charity and helping the poor, meets a young woman in a wheel chair, taking a liking to her he decides to help her with her surgery. after the success...
Bel is seen searching for anything in Mahir closet that can tell her where he went. She searched his pants pocket, jackets, and even top shelf of his closet, but no luck. She figured someone like Mahir wouldn't make things easier for her. Sighing, she wished Sumitra had more clues on where he goes, but just like her, she knew nothing.
She decides to check the drawers. while checking she found a small picture of a teenage mahir with a belt on his waistline smiling. He had a trophy that had money inside, And a man next to him, holding his hand. " there must be something on here that can give me a lead" she says turning it around.
She was right, at the back of the picture there was something written on it " M.F.F.C?"
She wonders what that could mean, quickly grabbing her phone, she types the letter. Her lips curved upwards " MFFC is a club where only the rich attend to bet their money on fighters" bel frown, she tried getting more information, but there was none, well all except the address " this is good enough, I should leave before it gets dark"
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That same time bel left the house limping, Mahir had won his first match. His coach told him, he was doing a pretty good job. He had asked Mahir why he didn't join the rest of the boys up there, he said pointing. " who are betting on people"
" I do this to blow steam and because I enjoy it, not to bet on others."
The coach smile " well you've made a lot of enemies from them. You know those people bring their best fighters to challenge you."
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Bel on her way wonder if they will let her in. While in the car, she saw a red sports car heading towards them. The taxi driver honks to let them stop, but it was too late. Luckily the accident wasn't a serious one.
Getting out of the car, both the taxi driver and bel argued with the lady who got out the car.
" is it my fault that you weren't paying attention" she snobbily said
