Truth yet Fiction
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Time stood still.. My heart stopped.. My breath lodged in my throat and it felt like I was trapped in my worst nightmare waiting for someone to shake me awake... But no one did..
It felt like someone was repeatedly piercing my heart with a dagger without any mercy...
I waited for Hasina to laugh and say that she was just joking... But she never did...
It felt like an eternity before I returned to my senses and looked back up at Hasina, my face pale as a ghost...
I looked at her with pure horror, anger and disbelief..
"Muhammed.." She stated softly.
And that's was ticked me off.. I was suddenly seeing red and in a fit of rage I grabbed my gun.... I breathed heavily Adrenaline rushing through my body... I wasn't thinking straight, no I couldn't think straight...
Hasina looked terrified as she desperately tried to calm me down and get the gun away from me...But nothing, and I mean NOTHING would stop me...
It was going to be the end for one of us...
I was either going to take my life, or my wife's life.
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