(Faran's POV)

The cold breeze swept into the room as I walked in. I sat on the sofa like a lazy bum. I have never felt dejected the way I did at that moment. My dejection gets worse when I think of what my father did to me, plus the task ahead.

I felt lonely and miserable. What can I do?

I stood on my feet again and headed towards the window. I dragged the curtain line apart lazily, so I could see the outside. Perhaps, the view of an enchanting nature could settle my restlessness. Maybe, I should take a walk in the woods. In that way, I may...