Layla held Naman's hand struggling to remove his hand, her vision was darkening and her life flashed before her eyes.
She then began crying. This isn't how her future is meant to go.
'I don't want to die... I was meant to be the wife of a very powerful man,' she thought.
"Your V.P. allows you to see the future of people, but you've always been focused on what you want," Naman said. "The future holds so many possibilities, one of them being death because that is inescapable."
"My predictions are never wrong," she struggled to say.
"How could you be sure of that?" Naman asked mockingly. "Don't you recognize any of the other people who are lying dead on the ground?"
Layla glanced at them, she recognized their faces. She's predicted their futures.
She fainted due to lack of air, and then Naman released her. He doesn't plan on killing her. Not yet at least.
