It had been three days now since Humeyra left Muntaha's mansion and the man felt tortured emotionally. The little girl had been in a weird mood ever since then. Sometimes she would look at him with adoration in her eyes while at others her eyes reflected the hatred she had for him.
Muntaha was yet to recover from the bullet wound. Though he was still in the castle , no one knew that. Abdullah, his second in command had been in a state of panic ever since the attempted assassination failed. He had betrayed his best friend out of jealousy and hatred.
He didnt know when he started harbouring such vicious thoughts towards that man who had taken care of him ever since they found each other. Thinking of Muntaha's face as he shoved him aside and ran towards the field his heart ached.
