What have I done? How could I possibly admire a beast like him?

What a perfect image he had created in the media that no one could tell such a ruthless person resides behind the mask of a saint.

“Sir, Please!!”

Being left here all alone with no escape left for me anymore, I fell on my knees on the ground, slamming my hand down as I screamed.

“I am begging you!! Let me go! I won’t let anyone! I am innocent, I don’t know anything about Asim’s planning!”

Sobbing, liberating the deafening sound of powerlessness, I was calling him breathlessly, desperately from the ground. Crying loud as possible that...