Aleena’s POV

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“Dad, please don’t play this kind of sick joke.”, I cried, holding him closer to me. “Somebody call the doctor!!, I yelled at the people around me. I looked at mom, who was sitting like a statue. As if she had no idea what was happening around her. I looked around. There were so many glass pieces around the dad’s body. I lifted my head and realized that he had been thrown out of the window of his study room after getting stabbed right into his chest.

I picked dad in my arms and started taking him inside.

“I said, call the doctor.”, I roared.

“Yes! Yes!”...